December 7, 1957

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A MACLEAN’S NOVEL AWARD FLORENCIA BAY

Covered by Robinson with the rifle, hemmed in by Charlie's cousins, sweating in the menace of the hot heach, Pat Grogan faced the strangest and toughest decision of his life By James McNamee50 min

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June Call wood’s story of the Queen’s visit

One of Canada’s most brilliant reporters followed Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip through the exhausting tour that dazzled a continent. Here’s her perceptive behind-the-scenes report

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How we nursed a farm back to health

We began with a hundred acres of tired land, a rundown house, a cockeyed barn, and no money. Now, twenty years later, we wouldn’t take sixty thousand for the place. This is what we did By HERBERT WATSON23 min

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The hottest treasure hunter in history

The hottest treasure hunter in history is an offbeat Canadian-Swedish genius who’s found ▶ ore worth five billion ▶ King Solomon’s mines ► a science-shaking prehistoric skeleton . . . Now Hans Lundberg is out to farm gold and milk uranium from seaweed By Peter C. Newman19 min

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Why Red Ryan’s shadow still hangs over every prison yard

With nineteen convictions, lifer Red Ryan turned altar boy. So they set him free—and he went on the gory binge that left us with one of the Western world’s most backward parole systems By TED HONDERICH18 min

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The silly, splendid world of Stephen Bosustow

With a nearsighted codger named Magoo and a clutch of cartoon characters bent on sophisticated slapstick, this Canadian-born film maker is winning Oscars, revolutionizing TV commercials and grossing more than two million a year By Barbara Moon14 min

How we look to the rest of the world

We, the peoples of the world, are now increasing at a rate of about thirty-two million or so a year — about eighty-five thousand a day is our net increase. This is so frightening that we tend to look away from it and not let ourselves think about it at all. By BROCK CHISHOLM DISCUSSES10 min

Sherry with an Angry Young Man

A few months ago when my wife and I were returning to town after a game of golf in the country our car was held up by the traffic in Sloane Square. Actually we were anchored just outside the entrance of the small Sloane Square Royal Court Theatre where, more than thirty years ago, a few of us tried to save Shaw’s play Heartbreak House, which the critics had assailed with such shafts of wit as “Headache House,” “Jawbreak House” and other variations on the same theme. By BEVERLEY BAXTER7 min