THEIR POSSESSIONS had gone ahead of them, the chesterfield suite swathed in building paper, the dishes that Grace had meticulously wrapped in newspaper and bedded in the barrel of excelsior, the trunks of clothing, the chest of drawers packed with bedding.By W.O.MITCHELL
TO THE PEOPLE living in Brantford, Ont.., in the early 1870s, there were unmistakable signs that Alexander Graham Bell was a young man going places. Probably to an upholstered cell. People visiting the Bell home at Tutelo Heights a few miles outside town came away shaking their heads at the sight of him chanting odd noises into an open piano, entranced by the way his voice made the strings of the old upright quiver.By DAVID MACDONALD
ASSISTANT COACH, ARGONAUT FOOTBALL CLUB HOW DOES Frank Clair do it? For the three years I’ve been the assistant to the coach of the Toronto Argonauts that’s the question I’ve been asked more than any other. The Argos were in eight national football finals before Frank became their coach and they won them all.By JOHN KERNS
CAIRO GENERAL MOHAMMED NAGUIB IS a middle-aged Egyptian of amiable but unimposing appearance who two years ago was an obscure professional soldier, relatively unknown even in his own country. Today, as president of the new Egyptian Republic, he is a major question mark in the foreign policy of the Western world.By BLAIR FRASER
EARLE REED was in a spot. A slight serious young man, just turned thirty, he had finally succeeded in opening a fur business in Woodstock, Ont., and it had taken his last dollar of capital. He had a wife and three children, with a fourth on the way.By KEN JOHNSTONE
TURN ON a tap in Brantford, Ont., pour yourself a drink, and you hold in your hand a glass of the most controversial water in Canada. Colorless, odorless, sparkling clear, it nevertheless contains one part per million of sodium fluoride.By DOROTHY SANGSTER
TWENTY YEARS ago Holland Marsh was just a dreary stretch of ancient lake bed thirty miles north of Toronto, thirty square miles of quaking bog that only bird watchers and duck hunters could love. Then, almost overnight, Holland’s muck became a black-gold mine which has since yielded sixty million dollars’ worth of prime onions, beets, radishes, celery and lettuce.By MARJORIE WILKINS CAMPBELL
IN THE DAYS when half the royal, noble and wealthy eligibles of Britain and the Continent were suitors for her hand, Princess Margaret was once overheard to remark: “When I marry I shall need someone firm to keep me in order.” Apparently she has found that man in the person of Group Captain Peter Wooldridge Townsend, DSO, DFC and Bar, CVO, a handsome Battle of Britain hero and until a few weeks ago a favorite royal equerry.By McKENZIE PORTER
RECENTLY a businessman in one of Montreal’s largest office buildings noticed his stenographers running back and forth between their desks and the washroom. He sent his secretary to investigate. She found a woman selling “imported Irish laces and linens” as fast as she could hand them out and pocket the cash.By SIDNEY MARGOLIUS
IN ALL THE ups and downs of Canada’s farm economy the animal that works most consistently to keep the farmer in business is the pig. He pays off debts, raises mortgages, finances new fences, sends thousands of country kids to college. He meets the taxes so regularly that his weddings are arranged to bear fruit about the time the Department of National Revenue is feeling the first tiny kicks of spring.By ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN
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