ACCORDING to the Koran, Paradise is graced by a Garden of Delight in which every Muslim martyr is cherished by seventy deep-bosomed houris who recline on cool green mats beneath dates and pomegranates and refresh their lords with draughts from a brimming river of wine.By MCKENZIE PORTER
CONSTANTINE Falkland Cary Smythe, the most successful hockey executive in the world, has been called "a dead-end kid dressed up like Little Lord Fauntleroy” and it is a fact that almost everything about him is a paradox. Although he was a poor hockey player and has not laced on a skate since he failed to make the University of Toronto senior team more than thirty years ago, he has consistently produced one of the most colorful and, over the years, the best professional team in hockey.By TRENT FRAYNE
LIFE HAD never looked better to Richard McCallum than it did one bright July morning when he stepped into an elevator in Vancouver's Medical-Dental Building. A tall, fair, quiet-mannered men of thirty, Dick McCallum dressed and looked the part of a successful young executive.By JACK SCOTT
THE YEAR WAS 1927, the time 7 p.m. A group of us from Nutana Collegiate were jammed with a hundred other breathless fans into the lobby of the old Empire Theatre in Saskatoon. We'd been standing there since six o’clock and we’d gladly have our feet walked on for another hour and a half, just to be sure of getting a front seat in the “gods” from where we were to watch what was to us then and still is —the greatest show on earth, the Dumbells.By MAX BRAITHWAITE
IT WAS five o'clock and the day was breaking over Lake Winnipeg. In the awful stillness of dawn there was no sound hut the endless chuck-chuck of a huge grey windmill turning slowly against the black clouds of disappearing night and towering over the sleeping town of Gimli and the white fish boats hugging its long wooden pier.By BETH PATERSON
MISS EVELYN CALDWELL, the food and household hints editor of the Vancouver Sun, was sitting in her small cubbyhole of an office the other day, applying make-up, when Mr. Hal Straight, the two-hundred-and-forty-five-pound managing editor, walked in.By PIERRE BERTON
IN LESS THAN four years the price of food has gone up an incredible sixty percent. In the past year alone it has risen twenty percent. A market basket of a week's food for four, which cost $15.50 early in 1948 and $21 in 1951, now costs $25. Things are so bad that even the famous bushman’s eatery in Sudbury—the North Cafe—has jumped its five-cent meal to a dime.By SIDNEY MARGOLIUS
WHEN Sneden came in the front door, Professor Arthur Tyro was engaged in filling his bathtub. The professor nodded amiably at his guest and continued filling the tub, which stood on a somewhat raised platform in the middle of the living room, with the following objects:By LORENZO SEMPLE
LET ME confess at once that I have never seen or met Senora Peron of the Argentine. About three years ago she planned a visit to England hut, for reasons which must have seemed adequate to the powers that he, there was no invitation for her to stay at Buckingham Palace so the lady stayed away.By Beverley Baxter
THERE'S BEEN a change of political weather in Quebec. Whatever effect it may have on the election results there it has certainly made a big difference in Liberal morale. A few months ago many Ottawa Liberals frankly admitted they had no more hope of ousting Premier Maurice Duplessis than they had, last November, of beating Premier Leslie Frost in Ontario.By BLAIR FRASER
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