THE WIDE HARBOR with its numberless masts, the citadel city, Halifax, and the low far hills seemed to drowse under the afternoon sun that summer afternoon of 1813. As though there were no war with the French, the Americans; as though time had cast a mantle of false peace over that craggy edge of land and sea that was Nova Scotia.By BENGE ATLEE31 min
NOW, IF YOU listen to all these second guessers and morning-after master minds, Chester was guilty of a very big boner when he turned the blonde kid loose that time. To sell a man, and sell him to a team that was the joke of the league and not even a good joke at that, right after that man had handed him a championship, looked like plain, cold-turkey ingratitude, to say the least.By FRANK MANN HARRIS25 min
IN THE YEAR of the Spotted Unicorn, there lived in China a very poor man named Wu-chow. He had no buffaloes with wide horns to plow his rice fields: neither had he any rice fields to plow. He did not even have a lantern to take part in the Dragon Festival.By DAGVAR22 min
DURING 1934 the United States formally abdicated as a world investor. President Roosevelt’s ruling that no further loans would be made to nations whose indebtedness was in arrears or in default, virtually closed Wall Street to foreign borrowers and marked the end of New York’s challenge in the field of international finance.By G. R. STEVENS21 min
THREE YEARS went by, when Mr. Nordheimer confronted me once more. “It is one thing to swim when there is a rope attached to you,” he said. “It is another matter to swim completely alone. You must move on. I want you to go out on the road and sell pianos.
THE QUESTION surprised Jeff Bradley. He’d expected Andy to ask him something else; the moment he’d caught sight of Andy on the station platform, he’d been ready with an answer. But the question changed that. Jeff thought it over quickly, then laughed and said: “Me act! No thanks, Andy.By WALTER HAEFELI, JR.14 min
IN THE bows of the lifeboat, a man moved uneasily in his soiled ducks and then sat up to gaze at the sun, which had risen with bewildering suddenness. For a minute his eyes swept the sea. The horizon was unbroken and nothing was visible on the glistening water.By SIDNEY DENHAM13 min
BY THE TIME this appears in print the mill at the Little Long Lac Mine will be pounding merrily away at its job of extracting gold from rock, and the Little Long Lac area will be enjoying its new eminence as a producing gold camp. Whether it will become a major gold camp is not for me to say, for its life has been brief as yet; but at least it has a producing mine and as such it definitely belongs, whereas three years ago it was merely one of a score of fields in the doubtful column.By LESLIE McFARLANE12 min
MEN’S TASTES differ certainly, and more that a few of the men are becoming decidedly particular about what they eat. But as a class they haven’t changed in one respect: they want their meals properly cooked. We’ve discovered that to please the men—and that seems to be a woman’s chief aim in life—we must serve real food, substantial but appetizing; dishes that are attractive to the eye but not garnished and dressed up beyond recognition; reasonable variety but not a continuous series of culinary experiments.By M. FRANCES HUCKS9 min
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