ON AUGUST 13, 1959, I rode in a train across the Polish border into Soviet Russia with a ten-day visitor’s visa issued by the Soviet embassy in Warsaw. It was nearly two years before I could get out of Russia again. What kept me there so long was one moment of confusion in the paper work at the border, followed by twenty-three months of frustrating inability—mine and the Canadian embassy's— to solve the enigma of Soviet red tape.
WHILE THE 25TH PARLIAMENT lasts, the three most powerful men in Canada are John Diefenbaker; his new finance minister, George Nowlan; and a new senator and minister without portfolio whose name is Wallace McCutcheon. Until late this summer Nowlan and McCutcheon were little known outside their own professions, which are, respectively, federal politics and big business.By KEN LEFOLII19 min
THE SOUTH NAHANNI, high in the Northwest Territories, is probably the most beautiful river in Canada, but it is a killer river and hardly anyone ever travels it. Some people say it's cursed. It goes from nowhere to nowhere, rising in the Selwyn Mountain glaciers, and rushing almost 400 miles south to the Liard River.By WILLIAM WEINTRAUB15 min
FOR CENTURIES, according to horsemen, we’ve been improving the breed of the horse. It’s hard to see how, judging by the most improved of all horses, the thoroughbred. From an animal that has slugged along beside man for thousands of years, pulling stumps, hauling beer wagons, tilling the land and carrying warriors into battle, he’s become a Fancy Dan with legs like a cricket, bulging eyes, a torso like Sheila the Peelah and the disposition of a couch case.By ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN13 min
A UNIQUE AND, TO MOST Canadians, battling breed of men invaded parts of Ontario and Quebec for eight days this summer, as they or others like them have been doing for nine years now. These men were bicycle racers, men who—for sport or a very little money—pedal their bikes full-out as much as five hours at a time, covering sometimes a hundred miles without relaxing.By PETER GZOWSKI11 min
THE BIGGEST, MOST PROFITABLE inside joke in the country is a pipe-sucking, teeth-picking, whisky-loving old roué from a hillbilly backwater of French Canada. He's Père Gédéon—Père Gédéon of the Plouffe family, a television series; Père Gédéon of The Town Above, another television series; Père Gédéon of half the night-club stages between Montreal and Edmundston, New Brunswick.By ANNE MACDERMOT10 min
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