THE PHONE rang and I rolled over on the green eiderdown and stuck out a hand to take the receiver. It was Trevor. “Bill?” he said. “Hank. How about lunch tomorrow?” “Look, Hank,” I said, “you’re slipping. I’m flying home to Canada tomorrow. Remember?” “That’s not till night, is it?” he came back.By LESLIE ROBERTS
A YOUTHFUL interne and a mature nurse walked through a surgical ward of Toronto’s Western Hospital at sundown. They glanced through an open door, stopped in surprise. A hairdresser was busy at the iron-grey tresses of a woman with a familiar smile while two stenographers took dictation.By GORDON SINCLAIR
UP NEAR the Great Divide of the Rockies, at the foot of the ageless Saskatchewan Glacier, in t he shadow of Mounts Athabaska and Saskatchewan, a cascade of pure ice water tumbles toward the foothills, gathering to itself a lacy network of other putty-colored streams until it grows into a mighty, many-forked river that knifes through the mountains and onto the rolling ranchland.By MARJORIE WILKINS CAMPBELL
THREE casual and irrelevant exhibits in the bright spring weather of Washington should help us to understand why we are losing the cold war. Exhibit A: The White House, closed and dismantled for repairs. President Truman noticed the chandeliers swaying and architects found the pillars and foundations dangerously weakened.By BRUCE HUTCHISON
EGGS ARE the gourmet’s delight and the joy of plain eaters. They have a marvelous sunlit taste all their own. They are the making of a thousand other good things—cake (where would angel food be without their airy whites?), velvet-smooth sauces, rich brown batter, even soup (Peruvians serve a kind of broth with a fried egg at the bottom of the plate).By ROBERT ELLIOTT
WHENEVER I hear of someone committing suicide I always feel a shudder pass through me as though someone had opened a door and let a breath of chill from my own past into my life. I always feel sympathy, too, because I know quite a bit about what a man goes through before— and after—he decides to kill himself.
IT SHOULDN’T be long before Anthony Eden is prime minister of Great Britain. Apart from the magnificent resurgence of popular favor this is the greatest thing the general election brought to the Conservative Party. Eden is now definitely acknowledged as Churchill’s successor.By BEVERLEY BAXTER
A NEW YORKER in a Greenwich Village bar recently overheard a girl say to the bartender, “Got to get Pogo on the Japara to Aden, be back later.” Man said, “I don’t get half of this be-bop talk they talk now.” The bartender replied, “It’s a new comic strip.By HARRISON FISHER
HE HAD a last cigarette before they put the diving helmet over his head. The faceplate was still open, framing a circle of uneasy water and brassy sky; he could see the beach resort a mile from where the Seahorse was anchored, and the tide rip where the Atlantic met the bay.By ALLAN R. BOSWORTH
WHEN Tom Uphill, M.L.A., rises to his feet and turns his beaming moon face toward the Speaker of the British Columbia Legislature at Victoria, there’s always an eager stirring on the benches and anticipatory chuckles from the public galleries.By J. K. NESBITT
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