November 1, 1931

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FICTION

There's No Such Word

The story: Motoring into the South American republic of Sao Pedro in search of adventure, the Honorable Larry Odell catches sight of Senorita Daryl Forsythe, beautiful stepdaughter of Areal Pacheco, President of the republic, as she is driven past him in her luxurious car, and falls instantly in love with her. By ROLAND PERTWEE

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Johnny Boker

A HARD-LOOKING seaman spat and stepped aside to avoid a lurching ragged hobo, and his companion laughed. “That’s old Johnny Boker. Don’t tell me you never heard of old Johnny?” “I smelled him. Who is he anyhow? Pah! Looks white, too.” “A good man to know,” grinned the other. By CAPTAIN DINGLE

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Thicker Than Water

HE Queen’s University stadium on Football Day. A glorious tan and gold October afternoon. In the long bleachers, a throng of students and cheap-seaters, milling, jostling, laughing. The women’s section, flaunting smart furs and golden chrysanthemums. By CLELAND LUNDY

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The Romanticist

MYSTERIOUS," said Ace Patterson. “Very mysterious.” He was romantic, and the two young men with whom he shared a crowded apartment on Bloor Street exchanged indulgent glances. Ace spread out the heavy note paper. “Listen, you oafs. She says—it’s a she, of course: By RAYNER SEELIG

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UNDERSTANDING WALLIE

EXCEPT for two little girls playing hop-scotch on the north side of the street, Laurel Avenue was deserted. It was that zero hour between tea and dinner when the wives and mothers of the neighborhood have returned from calling or shopping and the men have not yet commenced their nightly pilgrimage homeward. By Helen Gordon Mattern

GENERAL ARTICLES

Swift Water Trails

ABOUT the age of seventeen I began my career on the sea by steamboating off the rough coast of Nova Scotia. After a number of years of shopwork and coasting from Newfoundland to Boston I became enthused with the idea of reaching the Klondike; hence I became one of the first to engineer a boat on the swift waters there. By CHARLES R. WEDDLETON

GENERAL ARTICLES

This Campaign Fund Racket

HUGE campaign funds have become the usual thing in Canadian elections because of the growing tendency of the average citizen to shirk from bearing a share of the burden of creating and maintaining decent government. If all the facts were brought out, I think it could be proved that the average Canadian voter is indirectly responsible for the Beauharnois campaign fund scandal.

GENERAL ARTICLES

Shanty Days Are Here Again

A LOG travelling at eighty-three miles an hour down a mountain side and hurtling hundreds of feet through the air as it leaves the track is worth going to see. even if the thermometer is thirty-eight below zero. On a broad plateau high above the Pickabau River, “jobbers” were cutting pulpwood. By HARVEY B. CAMPBELL

GENERAL ARTICLES

A Man from Glengarry

THERE are some Canadian exiles resident in Britain who have not exactly shed lustre upon the land of their nativity, and the suggestion has been made that their exportation from Canada is a subtle form of retaliation for the importation of hundreds of English “remittance men” whom Canada has had to receive into her bosom through the generations. By JOHN A. STEVENSON

WOMEN AND THE HOME

Soup’s On!

SOMEONE has said that “the French are a nation eminent in soups.” Tribute indeed to the thrift and culinary skill for which the housewives of France are renowned! It is no mean accomplishment to take an inexpensive soup bone, a few fresh vegetables, some odds and ends of left-overs, a little rice or barley, to blend and discreetly season them, to cook and achieve a dish of appetizing fragrance and flavor. By HELEN G. CAMPBELL

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