THE EARL started something. You know—the Earl of Sandwich. He was hungry, poor dear, but, having too jolly a time at whatever card game they played in those days, he couldn’t bring himself to take time off for a proper dinner. So he called for “meat and bread’’—prithee, Jeeves! Most likely Jeeves had a bad moment for aOl his frozen face—or perhaps he was used to his noble master’s queer notions.By HELEN G. CAMPBELL, Director, Chatelaine Institute7 min
SWING TIME” brings Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, dancing more superbly than ever to lovely Jerome Kern music. They have as a supporting comedy team, Helen Broderick and Victor Moore, both worth watching at any time; and there are some lavish and beautiful sets, some handsome clothes, and in addition to the dance duets and ensembles, a remarkable dance solo, “Bojangles,” which Fred Astaire does in blackface against a trick shadow background.By ANN ROSS6 min
WHEN, suggested at the that last the session name of Parliament, “ Royal a Canadian member Mounted Police” no longer correctly described the force and that it ought to be renamed “The Dominion Police,” both the Prime Ministerand the Leader of the Opposition shook their heads negatively and deprecated any change that might dim the memory of the one time Scarlet Riders of the Plains.
In Fewer Words They Were Palm Prints—-We are somewhat in doubt of this discussion about the advisability of having parents “fingerprint children.” In older days there was often such practice but we were under the impression it was being abandoned.— Literary Digest.
PREMIER ABERHART of Alberta again talks of “licensing” newspapers. Complaining of misleading and false articles concerning himself and his administration, the Social Credit leader is quoted as saying: “I feel certain the citizens of Alberta will soon come to the judgment that something should be done to curb the mad-dog tactics of certain financial newspapers.
HAMISH, the composing-room messenger, came in a few minutes ago with the proofs of "The Red Boar" in his hand and a quizzical glint in his eye. Half way between the door and the desk, he stopped and, somewhat dramatically, read aloud: “There was a deep nullah with water at the bottom bordering the bagh."
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