HIDDEN away in the wide northern expanse of the Province of Huron lies a certain group of little lakes which someone in long-ago days named Timber Chain. Nobody knows why now. A very lovely and a very lonely spot, yet it possesses a claim to distinction quite apart from its beauty and its solitude.By JAMES MICHAEL CORBIE
QUITE possibly Julie La Farge was meant to stroll on golden sands, to be looked at by people lounging under beach umbrellas, to be commented upon by discriminating males. She had the build becoming to such a setting. Instead, she cantered gracefully over the stones and scallop shells strewn along the rough beach of Cableville, and was looked at by any man or men who happened to be hauling up buckets of fish from the boats or unsnarling lines in a trawl tub.By PATIENCE EDEN
IT WAS five o’clock in the evening, and the day’s intolerable heat had begun to slacken a little with the declining sun. Vickery, casting about him for something to do that might possibly please the boss on his return from the pearling beds, had found a hoe and was weeding a coral path among the palms.By R. V GERY
TWO very queer things happened in our Crocus Vale Golf Club last summer. First, we acquired a Human Hazard. “What is a Human Hazard?” you ask me. My reply is unprintable, so wait and see. His name was Andy. Andy Rouse. He was a more vexatious hazard than any bunker, water, ditch, bush, sand, path or road.By GEORGE E. CLOUGH
IN MY last article I introduced Colonel George Taylor Denison, the third of the trio who led the movement for Empire unity and preference in Canada. Unlike the others. Colonel Denison was native-born of the third and fourth generation, and hence more truly representative of the real Canadian spirit.By J. B. MACLEAN
OUT of the Imperial economic conference at Ottawa there is expected to emerge a system of preferential tariffs and a network of concessions to further the exchange of commodities and products between the various parts of the Empire. But when the statesmen and economists have finished their work, and a sheaf of documents and resolutions have been signed and sealed and ratified by the Parliaments concerned, what then?By BEVERLEY OWEN
WHEN the Canadian expedition of sport warriors sailed for Amsterdam in 1928 the impression of the stay-at-homes was that, while the morale and fighting spirit of the athletes were splendid, their ability was only fair and victories would be neither plentiful nor sensational.By H. H. ROXBOROUGH
THERE are no women in Soviet Russia now; there are only workers and citizens.” Clinging to the icy rail of the bus with one hand, using the other and his foot to ward off the menacing queue of women whom he had beaten out of their turn, the young man hurled his defiance as the vehicle rattled along the ice-crusted Moscow streets.By RHEA G. CLYMAN
MY ATTENTION has been drawn to an article which appeared in your issue of May 1, dealing with the question of the Hudson Bay Railroad and the Port of Churchill. I should like to correct several statements made, and particularly those regarding the cost of loading the two trial cargoes of grain shipped in September, 1931, by the steamers Farnworth and Warkworhth, as well as the circumstances of their engagement.
WE WENT back to the Mont St. Eloi road and on toward Camblain l’Abbé. On the right, the wood has grown young trees to cover the old sawmill sites, and all is changed. It was over that wood that the red German plane used to come to drop bombs. On the left there were a few rough mounds where the ammunition dumps used to be.By WILL R. BIRD
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