THIS MORNING I was in the garden helping Dan, my one-armed handy man, to plant the climbing rose by the garden gate between my house and Allie’s. I couldn’t stand any longer to see the hinges growing rusty in the fall rains, and I guess it’s just human to plant growing things on the graves of the dead.By ISABELLE RAGSDALE
HEMMED in by snowbanks piled mountains high, six old Avro Ansons lifted their voices on the frosty air in a rising crescendo of tumultuous sound as one by one the skippers ran up their engines for take-off. It was “D-Day” for the “Flying Circus” briefed out on the line at Montreal Airport, Dorval, that wintry day of Dec. 18, 1944.By Sandy A. F. MacDonald
MANY sincere citizens today seem to accept as inevitable a trend toward a planned society or socialized state control. It is vitally important to all of us that we examine this trend. I write not as one who wants to go back to the imperfections of the past but as a realist; in the interests of maintaining our free society, in the benefits of which labor, management, the farmer, and those in the white-collar group all share, and in which all have a mighty stake.By Murray R. Chipman
I WAS patting the day’s hamburger into little cakes, and Bee said: “What we could do if we had a thousand dollars, Val.” “Only a thousand? Why not wish for a million?” I asked. “A thousand would do what I have in my mind.” “Well, what would the pretty grand do?”By NEILL C. WILSON
SAN FRANCISCO—Take any amateur team, however good; put it up against even a fairly ordinary professional team, and the amateurs lose. That’s what happened in the first round at San Francisco. Like most professionals, Viacheslav Michaelovich Molotov looks quite unlike the Hollywood conception of his calling.By BLAIR FRASER
THEY gathered around a fireplace in the Student Union, discussing their vacations. The endomorph stretched himself a bit more luxuriously in his deep upholstered chair, bit another chew off a large chocolate bar with nuts, folded his hands over his ample stomach, and sighed contentedly:By W. W. Bauer
ONE OF the most extraordinary animals in the whole world is to be found in certain areas of western Canada. With the feet of a giraffe, the glands of a goat, the eyes of a gazelle, the coat of an elk and the horns of a deer and a bison combined, it seems to have been assembled from odds and ends of spare parts of mammals gathered from various quarters of the globe.By DAN McCOWAN
MENTION the name of Sergeant William Garnet Coughlin and probably not more than a dozen people in the Canadian Army will have the faintest idea whom you are talking about. But introduce him as “Bing” and recognition will be almost universal.By ROYD E. BEAMISH
IN GERMANY (By Cable) — The complete collapse of a great nation is a desolate thing to behold. Even though it has been your hated enemy for five years, even though its leaders and the great majority of its people have been objects of your loathing for 12 years, even though your nerves have been chilled by the barbarities of its concentration camps, and you have retched when you looked upon the evidence of fiendish tortures and pornographic humiliation visited upon its victims, the collapse of a nation of 80 millions, once considered civilized, is still a desolate experience.By L. S. B. SHAPIRO
THE Socialists are not happy, which is odd, because the more they study their prospects in the forthcoming election the more they are convinced that it presents for them the chance of a lifetime. But, also, as they look at Winston Churchill, vibrant, confident and victorious, they ask themselves what man they have to put into the ring against him.
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