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Strange Sounds In.
An Australian Bush
NEV, CELEVISION b rA-- •
Randy Boone, manipulator of
the guitar and a minstrel with
a repertoire of folk songs, is
one of'the new faces television
presents this season. The 20-
year-old is one of the stars in
a new comedy series, "It's a
Man's World,"
DEATH FOR SIX ON A LONELY ROAD — Car e a
mass of smashed metal after it was involved in a head-on
crash on a lonely stretch of highway 401 near Newcastle, On-
tario, There were no witnesses or survivors to the accident
which took six lives.
Every Man Expected
He'd Be A Millionaire!
Reds :SAID They Were
After Fish!!
owl-alum:1A fishing fleets soon
wilts swarm all over the world's
setithern oceans, Havana is only
one spectacular way station an
the Soviet Minister of Fisheries'
frequent, journeys to tropical
ports.
"Fishing stations in tropical
waters may become for the So-
vial bloc what bunker ports
were for Britain in the 19th cen-
tury," one imaginative Commun-
Ist food expert told this -writer
-two months ago on time occasion
of a committee meeting of
OMEA, the Soviet bloc's Council
for Mutual Economic Aid.
The U.S,S.E„ with the world's
largest modern fiShing fleet,
leads the campaign. Poland,
which on April 29 delivered to
Cuba its first modern fishing
cutters, is in en the venture,
The East German's ultimately
expect to follow suit.
Fishing in distant water, like
shipping, is not a purely com-
mercial operation. Even before
World War I, passenger liners
had to meet auxiliary-cruiser
and troopatransport specifica-
tions of British, French, German,
and Japanese admiralties, In the
" 1920's and 1930's Japanese fish-
ing fleets supplied Tokyo with
information Which helped Ja-
panese submarine raids during
,the war,
In the present age of elec-
tronics Moscow's motor fleet of
insulated tropical trawlers, fish
transports, whalers, and _marine-
research , vessels undoubtedly
also is geared to military pur-
pose.
, But the big issue is food from
the southern oceans, which have
hardly been tapped. More than
90 per cent of the world's fish
catch comes from ethe Northern
Hemisphere, and the southern
seas cover, a 50 per cent, larger
expanse.
Exploitation 01 t e r r i
wealth is. a mrequitite of sur-
vival for the works rapidly in-
' creasing population, 'Food and
Ageicultuee, Organization (FAO)
experts of the United Nations
say. The country which has the
lead in this endeavour has much
to offer to the undernourished
three-fifths of mankind.
This is What the Communists
are out, to de, Their own people,
too, do not have. enough meat.
Instead of meat they are to get
-Bite even though today much
of it remains "fish in the sky."
Fish, 'once it reaches the con-
sumer, is, ,dheaper than meat.
Four calories of, fodder are
needed to produce one calorie ,Of
meat. In order to give- the pre-
sent world population the neces-
sary meat protein's, grain and
fodder production would have to
be five to six times larger, than
it is today, Since the world po-
pulation. may more than double
before 'the end of the: century,
cattle breeding cannot meet food
reqUiroments. In addition,
the U.S.S.R. has not been 144
,successful in cattle raising. One
reason more for them to try it
with fish.
'Inc richest fisting grounds
arc coastal shelves up .to. 600
feet deep in areas where warm
and cOldi,eurrents mingle. The
Caribbean Waer .4 the Gulf
Staieem. and south equatorial cur-
rent ar e e t is one such area.
Qthere are' the west coast of
Equatorial Africa, the Indian
Ocean off Madagascar, and the
waters off West Australia and
south of Nev? Zealand, writes
Paul Wahl it the Christian Sci-
ence Monitor,
According to FAO some of the
world's richest fishing grounds
are off southern California,.
Ecuador, and southern Brazil,
During the past few years the
I.J.S,S.B, has carried on exten-
sive exploration's in the Carib-
bean, off Africa, and in the
Indian Ocean. They say they
intend to go farther in the fu-
ture.
About 50 Soviet vessels cur-
rently are exploring fishing
Proepects in the world's south-
ern oceans, 'Lass reported last
June.
Soviet Minister of Fisheries.
Alelasancler Iehltov; who 30
years ago started as chief •lleh-
ing executive in the Black, Azov,
and ,Caspian Seas, has held his
present job. since 1946, despite,
the fact that the Soviet fish
catch seldom met the target.
From 1;900,000 tons in 1950,
the catch •increased to 2,700,000
tons in le59, but last year it
suddenly rose to 3,700,000. Mr.
Ishkey'.s vision,, which .led him
to pioneer, in a development of
revolutionary implications, h a e
paid off, and the target of- the
current seven-year plan ..for.
1965 — 4,600,000 tons — seems
in reach.
However, so far neither Soviet
citizens nor Poles can buy the
fieh they need..
Q. How can I make sure that
the leftover paint in - e can Will
'tentaiti fresh and will not har-
den?
A. This will not .occur if the.
can is sealed airtight. To do this,,,
replace the cover as tightly as.
you can, turn the ,can upside.
down momentarily, then 'right-
side titp againeEreaugh paint will.
flow around the edges of the
• cover to make it_ airtight, and
the paint acts as a self-sealer,
Girdle: A device to keep an.
Unfortunate situ ati on from
spreading. •
itould see Indians in beaded bock-
skin real cowboys in chaps and,
if he were lucky, could own a
pony himself:
Still further west lay another
kind, of world, Victoria, the cape,
tol of British Columbia and now
a continental tourist shrine, was
.an English town when I first saw
it in 1908, 'the most English town
'outside England, as 'it' liked to,
think,
Its urban ways and stuffy men-
ners were hard for a country bey
to master. The shiny black gabs
looked queer after the six-horse
Stage coaches and ranch wagons,
the people were all too well
dressed and the glamor of Rock-
land Avenue, that splendid street
of the rich, was overpowering,
A few wealthy businessmen,
prospering on the great real es-
tate boom, even had automobiles
by now, though not many, and
they made a blinding dust or
churned deep ruts in the mud of
Government Street where the
Parliament Buildings and the
Empress Hotel had just been
completed.
If Victoria was an anticlimax
from the frontier it had its
points. You could bicycle out to
Cadboro Bay, on ,a long day's
expedition through fields and
woods now solid with houses, You
could roast potatoes and boil
mussels on the sea rocks of the
Dallas Road where the big ship-
yards stand today. You could
travel 'out to Sidney, near the
modern airport, behind a loco-
motive that burned wood.
When my father built his last
house far out in the country, as
he supposed, the plum trees of
the fjrst Hudson's Bay settlers
had just reached their prime, And
as unreconstructed mid-Victor-
ians we still harvest their fruit
every year in a surviving oasis of
the old days. Al] this.-- from sod
hut to contemporary Canada —
in two generations.
ISSUE 44 — 1946e. ,
EVER HAPPEN TO YOU?
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fatigable, and smart as tacks."
Shortly thereafter, a fashion col-
umnist for The New York Times
became ill and asked Carmel to
cover the Paris collections. She
did, with skill, and this led to a
job on Vogue and the proper
Snow career,
She gives an account of her
complicated 1932 break . with
Vogue (where Mrs. Chase. had
not been.friendly) and transfer to
W, R. Hearst's Harper's Bazaar
There she was soon ruling the
roost so adroitly that the imper-
ial Hearst once sent someone a
memo: "Have you any influence
with Mrs,' Snow? ' I know I
haven't." The Bazaar office 'on
Madison Avenue had no such
swank 'as Vogue, but it became
a oluttered little temple to Mee
Snow, her great fashion sense,
and her restless energy. In wo-
men's dress, she stood for the
highest quality and elegance, and
quantity be damned (she herself
often wore the same suit day
after day). Her taste is perhaps
best exemplified by her cham-
pionship of the, great - Spanish
couturier Balenciaga, who s e
clothes seem to be the last word
on the first principles of luxury
and grace. .
Mrs. Snow chose photograph-
ers like Martin Munkacsi, and
Richard Avedon who changed*the
whole concept of fashion photo-
graphy; the models were in mo-
tion (Sometimes outrageously)
rather than. static. She was not
an art expert or a elitterateur,
but she had a nose for . the new.
The reader, of the Bazaar went
straight from the 'perfume ads
to tantalizing whiffs'of the'avarit-
garde in' the arts and letters.
Often, indeed, the magazine ,was
so breathlessly au courant that
calm and ruminative souLs could
hardly bear it, MrSe Snare punc-
tuated her tashion pages with the
art of Picasso, Matissee Braque,
Giacomette Pollock. The Bazaar
published some of the ,best short
:fiction of the' time: baeson Mc-
Cullers, Colette, Truman 'Capote,
Eudora Welty; Jean Stafford)
Frank O'Connor.
Mrs. Snow hart lather, enthu-
siasms beside her Magazine.
There was the Roman. Catholic
Church, her astrologers, and her
family (in her late 30s she mar-
ried a Long Islancletporttenan-
lawyer, George. Palen Snow, by
whom she had three daughters)..
But she herself characterized her
relationship to the Magazine .as
" a "love affair," and after shehad
grown old and exceedingly'fra-
gile, she remained faithful. Twice
a year, even after ehe retired in
1958,. she 'continued to' go to Paris
for the collections, -And she went ,
alone. Mrs, Aswell says: "She
, was still editing her magazine.
For nobody. For no one, Except
herself."—froni NEWSWEEK
EXPRESSIVE — Followers of
the renowned Leonard Bern-
stein take delight in watch-
ing . his expressive _gestures
and facial expressions when
he is conducting symphony
orchestras.
left him, after a year's training,
he built his own house of sods,
10 miles, from' the nearest neigh-
bor. Still, he was doing well, too.
He had eix horses and a fine
team of oxen and with a journey •
of only two days he could get
plenty of poplar trees for fuel.
In comparison with the prair-
ies the civilization of eastern
Canada, by the time I was 'born
there, in Prescott, Ontario, seem-
ed far advanced. The stone house
of my mother's folk had walls
two feet thick, running water,
actually, a fuenace in the' dark
cavern of the basement and a
parlor crammed with Victorian
bric-a-brac like a stage set out
of Bernard Shaw.
Best of all, there was the
great river. The St. Lawrence at
our door• had carried the history
of North' America foe '300 years,
had brought the Americans over
from Ogdensburg to fight the
Battle of the Windmill near
Prescott in 1838, and now it was
a perfect avenue for innocent
smugglers.
All my toys, sleds, skates, and
baseball mitts came from Og-
densburg, smuggled on the ferry
or the winter ice ,by virtuous
aunts who voted for Conserva-
tive high tariffs at every election
and boasted of their personal ac-
quaintance with Sir John A. Mac-
donald, Canada's first Prime
Minister,
After that we reached the far-
thest west by easy stages.
My father moved ahead, spying
out the ground. It was easy going
through the Rockies on the main
line of the CPR but he had to
leave it at Golden, buy an Indian
pony, and ride southward into
the Kootenays. His trail is now a
broad, paved highway crowded`
With automobiles on their way
to Bailee
No railway had yet penetrated
the southern Crow's Nest Pass
from Alberta into British Colum-
bia. Traffic,noved by steamboat
from Montana, pn, the Kootenay
River, If a map needed a house
in the .new hamlet of Cranbrook
he built it himself.
Our first little 'house is still
there,. as I discovered 40 years
later — surrounded by a busy
town but distinguished by its
whimsical shape and inferior car-
pentry. My father evidently was
an indifferent hand with tools
and he had none besides a ham-
mer, saw, and ax.
After the luxury of Prescott,
the biingalow standing alone on
the broad flat between the Rook-
ies and the Selltirks must have
looked depressing but in those
days the people of a pioneer town
had more fun than any of their
successors. Arid they felt no
doubt about the future.
Every man expected to be a
millionaire almost any day as the
new mines opened up, the rail-
Way crawled through the mount-
ains, and. at last, even without e
horse, you could reach a promit.
ing new town called Vancouver.
This wee the true Wild weet; lit
the 'Canadian version, though
never as wild as in the Movie
Version, Every man 'wore a stiff-
brimmed Stetson hat, as if it
Were a prescribed uniform, arid
Most of them wore meteaaint
-(my own being supplied, after
eereful measurement with a piece
'f string, by air Indian hatted
barnabas for the exorbitant pride
of 50 cents a Pair).
Nobody carried aereVolefet, ere
in the movies, and the late, al I
recall it, was easily enforced by
a single policeman named "Bel-
elee' Morris, the kids' 'civic hero.
Nevertheless, the- west was suf-
ficiently wild fel' ti boy whit.'
Sh4 Edited A. 'Great
Woman's Magazine
Bruce Hutchison, noted Cana-
dian writer, here draws from his
own and his parents' recollec-
tions of Canada less than a cen-
tury ago. We borrow it, with
sincere thanks, from. the Chris-
tian Science Monitor, where it
first appeared.)
Winnipeg, the modern metropo-
lis, was a huddle of wooden
shacks and muddy streets when a
young Englishman arrived there
in the year 1887 and looked with
a wild surmise at the empty Can-
adian plains.
How much Canada has changed
in two generations I can only
guess from my father's memor-
ies. Though my own go back
quite a way, to the' first days of
this century, the years before
them are almost unimaginable.
The Canadian Pacific Railway
had crossed the continent only
two years before my father's ar-
. rival. Despite the success of that
incredible Canadian epic, the
prairies were almost uninhabited,
a liability to a 'nation not yet
more than a doubtful experi-
ment.
The youngster from a fortunate
English home paid $15 a month
to a homesteader outside Winni-
peg for the privilege of learning
to plow, milk,. feed pigs, and
even turn out clothes for the chil-
dren on the latest marvel, a sew-
ing machine. The accommodation
provided for the apprentice
rancher was comfortable enough.
He slept •in the' hay loft.
That homesteader was already
a sticcessful man.' He had a house
made of lumber. When my father
Tern was a queer fellow, so re-
ticent that at first I couldn't get
en opinion out of him. In the
dining hall, or in Mr imPeevieed
deck chairs of an evening there
seemed to be no breaking inte
his tongue-lied gravitY,
Qne clay I was strolling jzI the
bush alone, it was, as usual, alive
with the chorus of bell-birds and
whipalerdse Here end there the
parrot-like roselLe added its brile
liant colors'to the blye, of floW-
ering wattle, then in full bloom.
I was interested in the black
cockatoos flying 'high ovenhead,
when a movement underfoot—a
,six-foot black snake gliding out
of my path—rerninded me that
it might be as well 'to look where
I was stepping.
I was conning to a stream a
little way ahead, and Torn I saw
sitting on the bank, intently
watching something below. I
went to join him, As I settled
down on the grass beside him
there was a splash in the stream
at our feet. A brownish object
disappeared under the water.
Torn turned to me and whispered
"Duck-billed platypus,"
Toni had actually found the
hole of this most primitive of all
mammals—.part animal, part rep-
tile, with the beak of a bird. I
began to see what lay behind
that impenetrable curtain of sil-
ence. A few questions touched
off a whole encyclopedia of in-
formation. I discovered too that
anything in nature Tom wanted
to see usually put in an appear-
ance.
As we left the stream and
headed for the cottage, there
came the thump, thump of wal-
laby jumping somewhere near. I
casually remarked that we could
hear the thumps any day, but we
never saw the wallaby.
"Let's try this," said Tom, and
he struck off on a by-path lead-
ing out of the heavy timber into
more open country. It brought
us to sharply rising ground cov-
ered with low undergrowth. Sud-
denly there was a crash up above
us. The next moment half a
dozen wallaby came dashing
down one after another hi great
kangaroo leaps amid the noise' of
cracking wood. I wouldn't have
been surprised if Tom had pulled
a bandicoot out of his hat, writes
Henry Sowerby in the Christian
Science Monitor.
Tom was generally indispens-
able in the bush, but one little
encounter I had all to myself
when he wasn't there. I Was in
a thickly wooded part, when I
saw something unusual on the
ground a little way ahead. On
coming nearer I found it was a
female kangaroo, standing right
in my path, perhaps sampling
some of the leafage.
I didn't need Tom to tell me
it was a female, for anyone can
distinguish between the female
and the larger and more pugna-
cious "old man kangaroo." She
never stirred as I approached, I
went on cautiously until I was
eight or ten paces away, and still
ehe didn't seem to notice my
presence. There I stopped. A
moment or two later she looked
up, saw there, was a stranger,
then took a leisurely jump into
the undergrowth at the side and
'node way for me, felt ;tba't I
had been accepted in the bush.
By Blake
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The fate Carmel! Snow of
Harper's Bazaar; who died in her
70s in 1961, had• been 'for Mane
Yeers the most notable fashion
editor in the U.S. .Her only rival
was her former boss and, con
tinuing antagonist, the late Edna
Woodman Chase of Vogue, who
died in 1957. The world of fash-
ion has made dithering ninnies•
of many women, but not Mrs..
Snow. On the contrary, at close
hand she suggested a small, 'sue
premely chit', controlled, •artful,
and very Irish crocodile: She watt'
a superb magazine editor —ire
the sense that she had great
learning in her field, positive
tastes, and expressed them in a t
clear and decisive manner, "I
have never had much faith in
meetings and, twin-Ion polls," ghee •
declared, "I believe, thet. the edi-
tor of a magazine rnustenake the
decisions, and if the editor op-
erates by intuition, as, I. do, he or
she must be guided by instinct.
For„myself, I adore decisions,"
"The World of Carmel Snow,"
by 1,Carmel t Snow with Mary
Louts4 Atwell, developed out of
Mrs. Snow's tape-recorded mem-
ories by her former fiction edi-
tor, Mary LoulSe Aswell, is a
remarkably stable and. informa-
tive accourit, considering that its
main tonic is something as flib-
bertigibbet as fashion journalism,
Carmel Snow Was born into a
well-to-do Irish family in 'the
suburbs oe Alter her
father'S death, her mother ran.
the Irish Village at the Chicago
World's Fair ir1 1893 and, later,
bought one of the leading custom
dress establishthents of New
York, Young Carmel, educated
in the U.S, and abroad, showed
no early vacation for fashion, but
had a lively, dancing youth, A
romance with a rich Canadien
ended unhappily, and she ex=
claims over her "inileterite" tie
late as the age of tft. Dttritbg
World War I She was head of
the Red Cross, canteen, personnel
in Paris, and was data "inda:
rOPEBATIOR MORNING STAR'
"
— A Vietnamese soldier is shown with a captured Viet ,,,,, Cong guerrilla as Uperdtitit) Morning Star," a planned lit t-,: k into a Communist strong-
' hold near Saigon, and a province area close to the Cam ,odifin border, got underway,. The
titiettifion was Dilly partiully stitCeSS,til i as tly, tiigh old denbe foliuge Made it posiible for
ai'r'y CoMMUriists, to escape.
AMERICA'S •FIRST -JET Twentieft anniversary of 'the
flight —of America's first jet airplane Wds observed recently:
The Bell XP-59A was literally shrouded' ,in security wraps,
top photo, when it wds towed along detert roads in October
1942 1'6 the. take-off point at Muroc, Calif., now site of
Edwards AFB, world-renowned experimental flight tenter.
A durrirny propeller was attached to its nose and air intakee
arid fuselage were covered. Test pilot Robert Stanley made
the first flights at modest speeds only 100 feet off the ground,
Later,. the plane was pushed to 450 m.p.h. and an altitude of
30 000 feet. Bottom photo shows it during a subsequent test
'flight, No U.S, jet saw action in World War II, haWeVer,
biries, of today's twice-the-Speed-of-sound planes- are firiles.
the power of those used lit the XP-59A
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