THEY'RE CALLING these years the Second Industrial Revolution, and they're calling them the Automation Revolution, and a few with a grasp of electronics are speaking of the Cybernetics Revolution, but many thoughtful people say that all are wrong.By JUNE CALLWOOD21 min
JAN PEERCE, the American tenor, is a man of exceptional vitality and endurance for his sixty years, but even he might have been tempted to return to his hotel room for an occasional restorative nap in the midst of an exhausting schedule of recording sessions last summer in Vienna.By Clyde Gilmour16 min
Harold Town at forty, is still as angry as he used to be when he was a nonselling, nonobjective Toronto painter a dozen years ago—with an important difference. In those days he was mostly angry about public and critical indifference toward modern artists in general and himself in particular.
"THERE ALWAYS be wild horses in the hills," said the ancient Indian at Rocky Mountain House, Alberta. “They too smart, too tough. Been here long time, like us Indians. Be here long time yet, no matter what government want.” Later by the campfire after an incredibly exhausting all-day ride in pursuit of the wild horses which never appeared, I wondered whether the mustangs had been “too smart” to show themselves, or whether “what government want” — the virtual elimination of the wdld horses of Alberta — had come to pass.By Robert Cleland Christie13 min
“I NEVER SEE a nurse!" is a familiar complaint made by hospital patients, their relatives and their doctors. Roger Sherman, the administrator of the 260-bed Children's Hospital in Akron, Ohio, had been listening to it for years. Determined to remedy the problem, he began prowling through the wards to find out why it was that nurses didn’t spend more of their time at the bedside of patients.By SIDNEY KATZ13 min
ROBERT BLAKE THEODORE LINDSAY, thirty nine, of Birmingham, Michigan, an upper-middle-class residential suburb of Detroit, partner in Lindsay-Pavelich Manufacturing Corporation, of Dearborn. Michigan, a company engaged in an industrial process called plastic injection molding, and in Lindsay-Pavelich Sales Corporation, a manufacturers’ representative with four principal clients, arranged last October 16 with his wife, two customers of his sales corporation and their wives to have dinner at Carl’s Chophouse in nearby Grand River and afterward to drive downtown to the Detroit Olympia for the Red Wings opening game in the new National Hockey League season.By Jack Batten13 min
YOUR EDITORIAL (This Isn't Opposition, Mr. Diefenbaker. This Is Sabotage, December 2) is, in my opinion, a most slanted piece of partisan nonsense. You say, “It takes no skill or statesmanship to paralyze the Canadian parliamentary system.
FEW PEOPLE in British Columbia except those who live in high range country had ever heard of wild horses until a year ago, when court shorthand reporter Norma Bearcroft, from suburban Vancouver, made the cause of the wild ones her own. Miss Bearcroft’s attention was first caught by a modest article in the Vancouver Province which told how' scattered bands of wild horses in various remote plateaus survive despite a government-imposed bounty system effective from mid-December until April.By TOM HAZLITT4 min
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