IF YOU could find the village of Windbridge (which is very difficult as it hides itself at the bottom of a hill well off the main road which crosses the downs at a certain part of the English South-East Coast) you could see the identical cottage where Doctor Jellybud looked from his window at the beginning of this history.By ARTHUR BEVERLEY BAXTER80 min
OUTSIDE the old shop stood a smart motor car. The street was quiet. Only a straggling company of pigeons busied themselves amongst the venerable cobble-stones. The trams, passing every now and then, set the birds flying. But they returned as soon as the temporary turmoil had died down and the road was clear again for them to resume their gleaning.By MARY F. RAPHAEL12 min
I WAS visiting a friend of mine in England last year when news came that henceforth Canada would have nothing more to do with titles—the voyage of her Ship of State was to be conducted on a strictly one class basis. My host was politely puzzled.By MONTGOMERY DIX11 min
HAVE you ever gone into an Infant? Home and seen the tragedy of the institutional child? If you haven’t, imagine a room filled with cots and the cots filled with babies on a day when a mother would have them out in the sun —some crying with special little miseries of their own, for the attendants can only make their rounds at certain hours—the others, who haven’t any particular grievance, sitting staring dully about them like little caged animals.By ETHEL M. CHAPMAN11 min
THE ownership of “three acres and a cow" ought hereafter to be the basis of the electoral franchise in Ontario, suggests the Brantford Expositor, but the advent of the United Farmers into Provincial and Federal arenas is treated in anything but a facetious manner by Canadian newspapers.
SNOW had been falling almost without cessation for four and twenty hours. A strong wind had piled it in heavy drifts along the St. Omer road. It reached up to the windows of the little hillside schoolhouse of St. Omer. It lay in great woolly masses on the boughs of the trees.By C. W. STEPHENS26 min
I WISH that in every family this year there might be a revival of old festivities and old customs—that we might have a tree and hang up our stockings, bring in a Yule log and invite all of our poor relations, to the very last cousin, to share our feast.
I HAVE written of the New Canada as part of the new world. Let me reiterate the fact that there is a new world, a new world wearing a new map face, with new states, new nations staring out of it. A new world there is with a new regard for international justice, making its appeal to international conscience; a new world with its new standard of national honor, its new sense of the community of nations, inducing a new feeling of mutual responsibility and obligation; a new world coming to a new self-consciousness, and a new solidarity, of opinion and judgment in the League of Nations.By RALPH CONNOR15 min
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