WE DON’T KNOW who we feel more sympathy for—the American temperance organizer who was reported by the Winnipeg Free Press to be in town “taking port in a two-day program of alcohol education” . . . or the New Brunswick motorist who noticed with disgust, as he drove along, that he was wearing only one of his low-style spat rubbers, the other obviously having fallen off during his last stop.
He was the only competent leader in an inane war run by nincompoops on both sides. His red coat made him an easy mark for an enemy sniper. But in death he proved that Canada could become a nation against hopeless oddsBy BRUCE HUTCHISON21 min
Canada’s new Guards have never fought a battle, but already they’re in the centre of a first-class dust-up. They’ve been lampooned, cartooned, harpooned in the Press, roasted in the Commons, fried in the Legion. Can we transplant that British spit-and-polish to Canada?By DAVID MacDONALD20 min
Slapstick recalling the silent-screen hilarities of the Keystone Cops is the enjoyable basic ingredient in this French farce, along with a few mature ironies at the expense of human nature and its foibles. Moviemaker Jacques Tati’s own performance, as a befuddled innocent at a seaside resort, is a bit monotonous for my taste, but the picture is fast and funny.By CLYDE GILMOUR3 min
NOW THAT the Penticton Vs are home resting on their laurels as world hockey champions, we congratulate them on their victory and urge them to spare themselves the trouble of doing it again. We address a like message to their sponsors, the Canadian Amateur Hockey Association, and to the millions of grim Canadian patriots who joined in rooting the Vs home.
she keeps hoping it won’t show. Shy Jackie MacDonald can lift her weight in bar bells, but she dresses in pearls and sequins. Her fifth graders just won’t believe she’s the best woman shot putter this side of the Iron CurtainBy JUNE CALLWOOD18 min
• Swallow up the other drug chains • Use a feather duster twice a day • Act like a supermarket • Hire Kate Aitken Sounds crazy? Well, that’s how Gordon Tamblyn’s gaslit store was turned into the biggest drugstore chain in the countryBy TRENT FRAYNE14 min
That drowsiness more excellent than sleep— That haze of hibernation and content— Armies could march, and mighty whirlwinds reap The tumult of the skies, and clouds be rent By thunder charges, moaning trees be split From branch to crotch, yet still the muffled ear, Cocooned in warmth, would heed no part of it, But make quite certain that it could not hear.By MARTHA BANNING THOMAS1 min
Hearken to this sad lament That shirt designers regiment The helpless male. All men alive, They say, have arms of 35 To 32, despite the fix Of guys who take sleeves 36. And let me tell you, it's no fun To go through life a 31.By WALTER APPEL1 min
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