IN THE sandy street outside Hartman’s store three camels knelt in line. A Kaitish boy stood by the leader and gazed stolidly through the vibrant heat at black children playing with a miniature boomerang. Inside the store Joe Goll was buying food in cans and bags that were dumped into a patched canvas packsack.By LOUIS KAYE
JOE: How are you, Mary—all right? Mary: Yes, I’m all right. Nice of you to sit with me, Joe. Joe: Where else would I be? Can I get you something? Maybe another plant. Mary: There’s no room for another. Joe: You like green things. Mary: Why don’t you read to me, Joe?By MARGARET LEWERTH
THE PRESIDENT of the University of British Columbia, Norman Archibald MacRae MacKenzie, is probably the only man of high scholastic distinction in Canada who can also cook flapjacks, rope a steer, sing Scottish ballads, look good in shorts and academic gown and win $5 millions in a golf game.By CLYDE GILMOUR
MIKE put one hand on the hut floor and pivoted his body halfway out of bed into the slab of light from the washroom door, holding his head and his free hand close together in the light. His wrist watch said a quarter to one. He swung his head back to the bunk and half sat up, searching the other bunks in the semiopaque gloom.By RALPH ALLEN
THE RIGHT to strike is properly regarded as one of the workingman’s most cherished possessions. It provides him with an effective means of protesting against what he considers to be unfair wages, or unsatisfactory working conditions, or arbitrary and unreasonable orders from his employer.By CLARENCE H. CURTIS
WELCOME SHANKS, one of Haliburton’s characters, dug a treasure pit on Tancook Island. “Millions were buried there by the pirates,” he said. “Whole cargoes of Spanish galleons: coin and bullion, jewels and wealth untold.” His pit collapsed and he perished in it.By Thomas H. Raddall
MISS TAMARA TOUMANOVA spoke with dispassionate seriousness: “Everything that’s ever happened to me has been fantastic.” The lady wasn’t exaggerating. Her 27 years of existence make a Hitchcock thriller look like “Little Women.” Her story includes poverty, triumph, desperate fear, endless labor, world fame, and a distinctly happy ending.By KATE HOLLIDAY
THREE QUARTERS of a million people in Europe haven’t seen home for anywhere from two to six years, and probably half of them will never see home again—they no longer want to. What will become of them, nobody seems to know. Meanwhile, drifting across Europe like tumbleweed or settled in stolid apathy in voluntary concentration camps, they’re civilization’s problem children, the Displaced Persons of World War II.By BLAIR FRASER
ARE YOU a stutterer? Is there a stutterer in your family or among your friends? If so, medical science has a lot of new knowledge to offer you or your afflicted friend— knowledge that makes the sufferer’s chances of overcoming stuttering better right now than they have ever been.By GEORGE W. KISKER
RETURNING to the United States by England, after five years in the Soviet Union, I had just stepped off my plane and wrestled my luggage through customs when a British friend asked me: “See here, Gilmore, are the Russians really angry with us?”By EDDY GILMORE
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