THE MOST critical thirty-five days in the political life of William Lyon Mackenzie King, and perhaps in the life of the Canadian nation, began on October 19, 1944, and ended on November 22. In those thirty-five days, after reaching the edge of personal ruin and national chaos, after resisting conscription until the eleventh hour, with a cabinet rebellion on his hands, with hostility toward his government growing by the hour in both French and English Canada, King accepted a limited form of conscription and induced divided country to abide by his decision.By Bruce Hutchison
LAST JAN. 1 the T. Eaton Company, Canada’s biggest department-store chain and mail-order house, bought newspaper space to send that rare sprightly greeting to its number one competitor. Exactly one year later Simpson’s will deliver its reply:By ERIC HUTTON
IN OCTOBER 1947 the Children's Aid Society of Toronto took into its care a pale spindly seven - year old boy who was regarded by many adults who knew him as "the worst kid in town.” Gordie Runge a fictitious name well merited his reputation.By SIDNEY KATZ
RICKY squatted on his haunches, balancing a stone in each hand, watching the dully gleaming blade of the spade bite into the chocolate earth and the rough sour sea grass, his eyes screwed up against the wind and the dazzle of the sun. John Makanya dug on steadily, his clean white shirt bellying from his shoulders as he stooped. They were both silent.By J. D. PETER
THERE is a pretty legend about sandwiches that I don't believe. It says that the Earl of Sandwich (1718-1792) invented them. His Grace is supposed to have been tied up in a long card game. He said to a kibitzer, "Evelyn, old boy, I'm holding a hot mitt.By JAMES DUGAN
IN NORTHWESTERN New Brunswick, at the hurrying headwaters of the St. John River, a rollicking lumberjack of a place called Edmundston has grown up, settled down, exchanged a town pump for an ornamental fountain, and discarded the mackinaw togs of a woodsman for a neat business suit.By IAN SCLANDERS
EVERY FRIDAY a fast - growing army of Canadians from bum to bencher, medical man to mother of eight, bid their friends, families and cronies good-by for a new kind of week end. They don’t fish, hunt, golf, ski, swim, sail, dance, drink or loaf around reading The Case of the Lame Canary.By ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN
ONE DAY last July, when tourists were rolling by the thousands into Stratfordon-Avon, the birthplace of William Shakespeare. one of the town councilors telephoned a London theatrical agency. He wanted some actors. Immediately he was offered a selection of experienced Lears.By MARJORIE EARL
FOLLOWED by ten thousand veterans holding aloft flaming home-made torches the Commando edged its way through wave after wave of tumultuous applause from the throngs who swarmed the streets of Cape Town in the greatest political demonstration in the Mother City's three hundred years.By ALBERT FICK
I AM WRITING this London Letter from a hotel room in Dornoch, which means that we are a long way from London. As parliament had risen for the long recess it became imperative for the Baxter family to decide where it would go for a holiday, and the debate ranged over a wide territory.By Beverley Baxter
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