November 2, 1963

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HOW TWO WOMEN FEEL ABOUT ONE CANADA OR TWO

Not so long ago we met by accident on a train, and I realized that your perception with regard to the Jewish problem in Montreal made you extremely sensitive to the difficulties which set French and English Canadians against one another.

The cult the Beaver built

ANY TRAVELLER is familiar with places where some local celebrity, some saint or sage or poet, is ubiquitously celebrated. However one may admire his or her achievements, one comes to turn with a shudder from yet another memorial, another bust or tablet or commemorative window. By MALCOLM MUGGERIDGE16 min

BLAIR FRASER REPORTS FROM AFRICA

THE BLACK' NEW ENEMIES ARE BLACK

Arrogance and injustice aren’t monopolized by white men in Africa today. This is a report on where many of the Negro leaders are going wrong

This is the true strength of SEPARATISM

THAT IDEA — which the editorial writer of the Victoria Times is far from being the only English Canadian to hold — is what comforts most of us when we read about renewed outbreaks of separatism in Quebec. And even the worst scaremongers among the writers who have described the rise of nationalism and separatism in the past couple of years have admitted that the movement is, still, a minority one. By PETER GZOWSKI16 min

THE FOOTBALL GAME THE FANS DON'T SEE

ON THE NIGHT of Sept. 6 the Winnipeg Blue Bombers defeated the Toronto Argonauts 25 to 20, in a routine Canadian Professional Football League game at Toronto’s Exhibition Park. There were, in a special but interesting sense, two football games played there that night. By JOHN McMURTRY15 min

The new Soft life on the last frotier

ONE SEPTEMBER EVENING, while Maclean's photo editor Don Newlands and I were roughing it in the bush, I had an extra dry Martini on the rocks, some snails Bourgogne, a bowl of pea soup, beef tenderloin with mushrooms, fresh hot rolls, Mexican corn and a carafon of Beaujolais. By PETER GZOWSKI15 min

Why Jean Gascon is our first man of the theatre

AT FORTY-ONE, Jean Gascon, homme de théâtre de Montréal, looks like a musketeer, corsetted now perhaps but game as ever for any costume-drama duel on the stairs, roister in the mess or romantic rescue by moonlight. The first thing you notice are the shoulders, swaggeringly — almost grotesquely — broad. By BARBARA MOON13 min