ABERRATIONS from the strict business of watching and listening on the part of a tense cinema audience are seldom expressed more definitely than by muffled gigglings and whispers. The scream, therefore, which suddenly split the tobacco-hung air, a scream of agony from a human being apparently stricken with mortal pain or fear, was paralyzing in its effect, a thunderbolt startling and harrowing.By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM29 min
IN THE AUTUMN of 1896 Jim Hawkes left his wife and baby daughter to join the footloose horde in the stampede for the gold fields of the Yukon. He headed into the wilds by the backdoor route, and nothing was heard of him again for thirty-five years.By ALBERT M. TREYNOR24 min
AT SEVEN O’CLOCK one May morning, as a merry patter of raindrops tickled the shingled roof of the stabling at Bluemont race track, a small man darted into stall 3 of stable 9, closed the two-part door behind him and burrowed like a mole in a mound of straw.By W. A. FRASER19 min
FICTION THERE WAS something ominous and macabre in that early morning rap at Cecil’s door. Cecil thought, as he blinked his eyes open, that it had kinship with the knocking at the door in “Macbeth” and the bongbong in the radio thrillers when the inhuman Wu Lung hurls a fresh victim through the trapdoor to the barracudas.By LOUIS ARTHUR CUNNINGHAM15 min
SO SUDDENLY has the flood of Oriental immigration risen in British Columbia that its whole history is practically contained within the confines of the present generation, and only those in immediate contact with the phenomenon realize its ramifications and extent.By CHARLES E. HOPE, W. K. EARLE15 min
BEING WITH GINGER was in reality a mixed ecstasy. Most of the way out to the country, a drive of twenty miles, she chattered blithely about big games, new places to go, clubs, orchids and long distance calls—things that were everyday incidents to her and annual outings to Steve.By ARTHUR T. MUNYAN14 min
THE FLOWER GARDEN is, to our human eyes, a place of repose and relaxation. Its neatly clipped lawns and hedges, its beds of flowers and gravel paths together form a peace nook into which we may drift for a little time and take holiday from the outside world.By C. R. K. ALLEN13 min
WHO SAYS the 1933 housekeeper is not as good a cook as her grandmother? Not I. In fact, I think she is a better one in lots of ways. And just as good a manager as well, if it comes to that. Of course, grandmother could do wonders with her “happy thought,” and the melting goodness of many old-fashioned dishes will linger long in our memories.By HELEN G. CAMPBELL10 min
GENERAL ARTICLES W. T. WEBB WITH ALL DUE APOLOGIES to that city of the majestic mountain and the bustling St. Lawrence waterfront, a Montreal station platform offers bleak comfort in the early hours of a winter morning. Nevertheless, I must acknowledge that Montreal, city of the gay, never fails to provide something new in entertainment.
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