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Tom
McEwen

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set the Mountains of her own dead,
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be 0 While woow S streets meticulously
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Ne },.7 Sleep in the posh Savoy; the

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achat ee Tuins of their village home
anh chin : ss chomps her apple, wipes
tiv tty of a applauds the most superb
ae eh time. But Penny?s sensi-
vepUsh to N feelings are outraged. It’s
take Ment nane one give out with a

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es Russia her real piece-de-resistance.
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bie. of wh 2 happy conclusion, regard-
ined dayrecter Penny arrived at it in
servations or by peep-
room windows in the witch-

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we now have Penny’s version
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_ at they have built!

my teat Penny is” safely out from -

bux te whi © may have led a Partisan °

British Columbia marked its 84th anniversary as a province of Canada on July
20, date of its entry into Confederation in 1871. The old Hudson’s Bay fort. (above) at

For? Langley, however, dates back to colonial times.

centennial celebration planned for 1958.

It is to be rebuilt as part of the

The achievement of Geneva -

2 bees Geneva Big Four peace
conference has ended. Its clos:
ing note was one of hope for an era
of peaceful negotiation and co-ex-
istence between diverse peoples
and social systems. Already the
world breathes easier, already the
tensions are lessening. That alone
is a tremendous step forward.

However the daily press may in-
terpret it, for the peoples of the
whole world Geneva was a glorious
epoch-making event. At his Peace
Arch concert, the great American
singer, Paul Robeson, placed the
laurels of victory where they right-
fully belong, with the final power
which makes war impossible—the
people. ‘“They are sitting in Gen-
eva,’ said Robeson, “‘because the
peoples of the whole world are im-
posing their will for peace upon
those who would make war.”

That powerful will of the com-
mon people silenced even the
raucous, provocative voice of John
Foster Dulles, moderated the U.S.-
influenced voices of Eden and
Faure, and spotlighted Bulganin
and Eisenhower as the principals
for world peace. ‘

Geneva gave concrete proof to
all humanity that international dif-
ferences and rivalries can be recon-
ciled only by and through peaceful
negotiation. The horror weapons
of nuclear warfare, renounced by
the world’s leading scientists, prov-
ide no solution to such problems—
they offer only universal destruc-

tion, Geneva chose the path, diffi-
cult as it may be, of peaceful co-
existence.

Sanity is returning. Already
leading American statesmen are
calling for top-level conferences
between the U.S. and People’s
China to eliminate the war menace
of Formosa and its standing threat
to peace. Dulles is even talking of
meeting with Chinese government
leaders to iron out differences and
difficulties. Geneva opens the way

. to a settlement of the Formosa is-

sue and to the immediate seating of
People’s China im the councils of
the United Nations.

Another very encouraging note
from the Geneva talks was the
opening of East-West trade and

closer fraternal and cultural rela-

tions, perhaps one of the most dur-
able bridges to peace.

Thre is still much to be done to

- remove the threat of a new world

war under which we have lived for
a decade. The historic Geneva
conference pointed the way.

From it emerges one fact which
will live and grow,-that the concept
of peace and peaceful co-existence
between nations and social systems
is winning over the concept of
atomic war as an arbiter of human
destiny.

This, millions of peoples through-
out the world have fought and
worked for; this they won at Gen-
eva; this they will hold against all
odds.

. war years.

Hal
Griffin

YOU notice them more around the

streets at night when the traffic has
thinned out. Their favorite car is a
Ford of the immediate pre-war or post-
It may be well kept, with a
bewildering array of lights and aerials,
or it may be dingy and battered, its
fenders rusted and its doors hanging
loose. Invariably though, it is run with
the cut-out wide open.

They handie their cars skilfully but
they don’t drive well. Courtesy has no
meaning for them. They drive up be-
hind you at traffic lights, delighting in
seeing how close they can come without
bumping you, and they pull away with
scaht regard for any one else on the road,
shattering the night with the roar of
their exhaust. . oe
» You come upon them, two or three in
the front seat, perhaps a car load, and
your reaction .is, “Look at those crazy
kids.” And sometimes you come upon
them, as I did one night this week, and
see all the tragic consequences.

6ed bes a

It was around one o’clock in the morn-
ing and I was on my way home from the
office. As I came around the corner, the
scene of many actidents over the years,
I saw the bus blocking the road. Beyond
it stood a car, its headlights out but a
jammed signal light still blinking above
the twisted wheel. Crushed beneath the
wheel was a man’s hat.

The bus driver came over to. me. “Some
kids have hit a man,” he said, and his
face had a shocked expression. “They’re

all pretty high. The man’s badly hurt,

I think.”

I got out of the car. The man lay
in the gravel:iby the roadside, his face
smeared with blood and dirt. Two boys,
they might have been in their late teens
or early twenties, bent over the man
awkwardly trying to help him.

“Don’t touch him,” the bus driver or-
dered.

Beside them a tall, fair-haired boy had
his arm around a girl. Her face was a
mask of white across which her lipstick
sliced a gash as bright’ as the blood on
the injured man’s head. The smell of
liquor was unmistakeable.

“Don't Idok, don’t look, don’t look
...” the fair-haired boy was saying over
and over. But the girl could not avert
her eyes. She stared at the man as
though unable to believe that’ she was
responsible for his lying there. _

“There’s something sticking
‘side,” she said in a whisper.

“Yes, I know, but don’t look, don
look . . .” the boy began again.

“I called the ambulance and all they
wanted to know was, ‘Is any one hurt?’ ”
she said, never once moving her eyes
from the injured man.

in his

: % beg bed

Some one had_been hurt, and it was
not only the man lying crumpled by the
roadside. For four kids a gay party and
a heedless ride had suddenly become a
tragedy that would haunt them for the
rest of their lives.

You could blame the kids. You could
blame their parents. But to be honest
you would have to blame a society which
Pays too little heed ‘to training its youth
for the social responsibilities it places
license. You have to blame a system
upon them when it issues a driver’s
which exacts financial penalties for traf-
fic offenses and regards them as a lucra-
tive source of revenue but hesitates to
revoke licenses as the penalty for anti-
social conduct which may otherwise be
paid for by human life.

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