THE STORY : Because he wants to complete a thesis for a Ph.D. degree and earn a little money, David Kimball procures a quiet job as caretaker of the million-dollar Hastings estate in the Laurentian Mountains. Under the mansion there is a splendid wine cellar.By Seymour Winslow
THEY WERE always cowards, those Boyds. Everybody in Harbor Grace knew that. There was old Andy Boyd who used to swagger about and make a brave front. Boasting of the day he would sail his own fishing boat; saving his money toward it. Talking as though he had the courage to go to sea alone.By Mabel Webster Betts
ALL CLEAR!” On the bridge, Captain Jeff Winters waved back to the chief officer below. The lines were slacked; cast off. With the telegraph at slow astern, the Montross, cinders and smoke belching from her dumpy stack, a tug panting at her stern, eased from her berth.By Lew Dietz
THE GIRL in the green bathing suit raced toward the water. She skimmed over the ripples with the grace of a hurdler, dived headlong and disappeared. When her cap broke water, silver spray bubbled above the thrusting beat of her feet. A moment later her arms flashed and she surged forward, a picture of rhythmic motion.By Walter Haefeli
THE Disarmament Conference opened its most critical session on May 29, after an adjournment of many months, and the world will soon know whether the great powers are going to organize for peace or for war. We have reached the parting of the ways.By Lieut.-Col. George A. Drew
MR. BERT LIPPY raised his eyes from an editorial to study a wilted young man who was sagged in a corner of the Pullman washroom. The young man was engaged in the manufacture of a grade A hangnail, but his mind obviously was not upon his work. He stared bleakly at a landscape that Mr. Lippy knew he did not see, and once and again his lips were moved by framing the words he should have said to her.By Katharine Haviland-Taylor
ALTHOUGH perhaps unable to define the lure of the Far North specifically, every explorer, trader, trapper, missionary or Mounted Policeman who has penetrated to the Arctic Circle, has felt it, sometimes as a benign, sometimes as a maleficent, influence.By RICHARD FINNIE
JACQUES CARTIER is not one of the best publicized heroes of Canadian history. He is a name to everyone, I suppose, yet a personality to how many? The arid facts of his career are repeated in book after book until the sight of them is as emetic as a Roman forefinger.By T. MORRIS LONGSTRETH
FLAMING YOUTH! You hear a lot of talk about it. We don’t think there is anything very flaming about modern youth. We think modern youth is a highly polished instrument spouting perpetual static. Modern youth has been so pampered, is so soft, has had such an easy time of it, that when it comes to doing a real job it is just a dim bulb instead of the boasted flaming torch.By GLADYS ARNOLD
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