WHY DON’T we have prodigies any more?” an elderly man asked recently. He had decided that prodigies were a thing of the past, and he was apprehensive—maybe the race was deteriorating. But he need not worry for we still have plenty of prodigies, prodigies just as amazing as any of bygone days.By DONALD A. LAIRD
AFTER you’ve fished and swum in a lake, and paddled over every square yard of it every summer for nearly 15 years, you learn to look upon it simply as a place to have a swell time—not as a place where a murder could possibly happen. No one ever thinks of murder against a familiar background, nor involving ordinary everyday people like himself.By SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT
THERE was darkness outside and the soft swish of a ear on the gravelled drive. It couldn’t be anyone else. Not with that particular swift scrunching stop. Really, iny knees were shaking beneath the long turquoise satin dress, and my hands were all cold.By MABEL McNEIL HAGEN
YOU ARE never too old to learn to swim. You can start when you are 60 or as a child barely out of swaddling clothes—well, say, at five years of age, anyway. During the past winter in our swimming classes at the Lakeshore Swimming Club in Toronto, we have taught adults ranging in age from 40 to their late 50’s.
IT HAPPENED in a fraction of a second. I had taken a class of 47 men to the grenade practice ground at our camp in England. The date was July 26, 1942. Forty-six of the detachment had carried out their practice. The 47th was in the priming bay getting his grenades ready.
THIS is the story of a fabulous adventure as it was lived during the first dramatic days of the invasion of France by a 21-year-old Canadian private, Alexander Huton, Prescott, Ont. Sandy-haired and slightly built, Huton jumped with a Canadian parachute battalion many hours before dawn of D-Day.
NO RUSSIAN soldier will ever set foot on German soil except over the corpse of the last German defender.” “But if Germany were losing a two-front war?” “In that unlikely event we should hold our eastern front at all costs.” This conversation, the significance of which was lost to all present, occurred at the palatial Pfaueninsel home of Dr. Joseph Goebbels in 1938, just after the Munich Agreement had been signed.By WILLIAM D. BAYLES
MRS. BROWN was flabbergasted. She’d just complimented Betty Wallace on her fish dinner only to have Betty shrug it off with a nonchalant, “Oh, just a little something Bob and I caught up north six months ago.” “Six months ago!” whooshed Mrs. Brown, sounding like a tire that had just picked up a spike.By BRUCE McLEOD
ON THE green and surging bosom of the prairies the town was a mere speck, unknown and unobserved. A score of farmers had driven in for the meeting and the townspeople came straggling to the tumble-down community hall. Many of the men still wore their overalls, and their boots were caked with the mud of the summer rains.By BRUCE HUTCHISON
IT’S OKAY, lady,” said the soldier. “I didn’t have to catch a train. I just wanted to be called.” He had a black beret cocked rakishly on the side of his head and under it his lean face was creased in an impish grin. The young woman wore the blue smock uniform of “Information Please”—a service provided by a group of imaginative and immensely practical women volunteers in the Union Station, Toronto.By ALLEN MAY
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