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TOM McEWEN, Editor — HAL GRIFFIN, Associate Editor — RITA WHYTE, Business Manager.

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Tom
‘McEwen

are not in the house decorating

business but we do have a few
fine portraits which would add some
realism in the back room in Ottawa
Where the St. Laurent cabinet chews
over the problem of how to avoid
Political disintegration resulting from
vs U.S.-dictated program of “integra-
10n.””

-* Almost everywhere one looks these
days there is a profusion of appropri-
ate portraits, grim reminders of
Which could be enlarged, suitably
framed, and hung up where St. Laur-
ent, Howe, Gregg and their associates
just couldn’t fail to see them.

_ One of these timely pictures could |

be that of the Saskatchewan farmers’
float in the Grey Cup parade last week
showing a group of farmers shovel-
ling wheat onto the street all down
the route of the parade—a grim
demonstration of the millions of
bushels of wheat they cannot sell or
Sive away because of Canada’s “in-
tegration” with Yankee cold war
‘dollar domination. :

Canadian farmers throwing away
read on the streets... while millions
Of the world’s people suffer unending
Unger and the farmers who produce
all this food are themselves caught in
A vise of economic strangulation. Truly
a masterpiece to make the gods laugh.
We would hang that portrait just
about where the Hon.’ (?) C. D. Howe
Sits so that a flying shovelful or two
Would come his way to hasten dis-
Integration.”

Another fine portrait could be hung .

Where the Hon.(?) Milton F. Gregg
Sits, and just where he couldn't fail to
Ste it during waking hours.

This one would portray several hun-
teds of B.C. fishermen who, in the
80bbledegook of Labor Minister
Tegg and his fellow “integrators” can
Rot be classified as “employees” and
therefore cannot be included as un-
*mployment insurance “beneficiaries.”

5 Such a portrait would remind St.
feet and his colleagues of some-
t ing they cannot plead ignorance of,
he plight of hundreds of B.C. fisher-
Ae Who didn’t catch enough salmon
1S season to pay for the gas, oil and
feat they used up to look for the
aa which weren’t there, and who are
per Next to being destitute and denied
ae the partial “carry-over” which
-“Remployment insurance provides !

os EO i

These two portraits, hung in appro-
ete display in Uncle Louis’ back
°m, complement each ‘other; the one
Pateally displaying the poverty of
or dance, the other the abundance
com vetty—and both illustrating the
ans moral and political bank-
oon cy of St. Laurent’s “integration”
‘ cles which subordinate Canada’s
man and material wellbeing to the

Polar -mad freebooters of Yankee
Mperialism,

SO th
Seaso
&ts

€y cannot be insured against lost
mS and unemployment. Our farm-

ree be insured against over-
«, CUction and poverty. Hence nothing

‘i

uegtates” so well as hardship and
Ee nsert :

Bee Portraits for cabinet chambers;
intette? they spell out political dis-
Pinte for the Yankee-led
: €grators.” :

Our fishermen are not “employees”.

are likewise not “employees” and

«

~ TOW that the hubbub has died
N down, we can take a sober look

at a truly great event—the Grey
Cup classic of last weekend.

For sport lovers, and particularly
football fans, the Grey Cup play-

off between the Edmonton Eskimos |

and Montreal Alouettes was
an outstanding game by two
splendid teams; a game fought out
to the very end despite the heavy
score against the Als.

The parade which preceded
the game marked a new high point
in a growing national conscious:
ness and pride. Almost without
exception the magnificent floats
in the parade expressed a Can-
adian social content — _ pride,

achievement, humor and satire, but |

all Canadian.

The massed bands, marching
troops, pretty majorettes — all
those attractions which made up
a fine display—were all Canadian.
Unlike past Canadian National and
Pacific National Exhibition parades,
with their predominance of Yankee
personnel and flags, the Grey Cup
parade was Canada on parade.

Many times during and after
the big game, people from all over
this country making up a 40,000
audience at Empire Stadium, en-
thusiastically voiced the hope that
‘we'll soon have all-Canadian
teams,’’ meaning that we can soon
dispense with American players on
Canadian teams.

Not the least accomplishment
of the Grey Cup final was its
magnetic unifying influence be
tween Canadians in West and
East. For the first time a great
cross section of our people from
all sections of the country, except
ing only the Maritimes, came to-
gether in a sportive mood, and
liked it. ry oes
“ Toronto's section of the parade,
dedicated to the unique pasttime
of laughing at itself as “Toronto
The Good,” created a common
ground where all could laugh, not

‘at Toronto, but at ourselves as por-

A great day for Canada

trayed by Toronto. And the grim
humor of Saskatchewan farmers
throwing away wheat along the
parade route left a lot of people
pondering just what they could
do to help the farmers beat this
waste with the same decisiveness as
the Esks beat the Als..

The deplorable hooliganism and
rioting which marred the evening
following the big game was the work

‘of the same hooligan elements who

usually turn Vancouver's annual
Halloween into an orgy of wanton
destruction, indicating that youth
training in some of the ‘‘better’’
residental districts as well in the
slums fringing the downtown area
has been sadly neglected.

But all in all, the Grey Cup
final was an outstanding and un-
forgetable event, one in which
Canadianism at work and at play
was the outstanding theme. :

Suide it
Motion,

‘When you hear cold war propagan-
dists blaming the USSR for lack of
agreement at Geneva, remember this
clipping. It is from the “international
edition” of the New York Times sold
in Europe. It appeared on November 1,
two weeks before the foreign ministers’
conference ended.

Ta other night when I got home my
son met me at the door and hand-
ed me some sheets of paper.

“It’s a book review I wrote,” he
announced, and then hesitantly but
yet expectantly, “Will you print it in
the paper ?”

I suppose it comes as a surprise to
every father striving to influence his
son’s thinking so that he-may arrive
naturally at the decisions life will
force upon him to find that the boy,
all the time, has been patterning him-
self after the old man.

My son is growing up, as I myself
grew up, with every access to books.
But where I had to walk miles to the
nearest library, he need go no further
than his own. bookshelves.

As a boy, whenever my foster
mother had to work or be away from
the house for other reasons, I was
packed off to the library. By the time _
I was twelve I had read my way
through Henty, Kipling, Stevenson,
Scott and a score of other writers and
‘was having to go still farther to a
larger library where I. could get the
complete works of Dickens, Hugo and
Dumas and dip deeper into the fascin-
ating fields of history and geography.

. My heroes then were Cook and Shack-

leton and others of the great explorers.
My son has heroes, too. And until

‘recently the greatest of them was

Davey Crockett as drawn to the great
American design of Walt Disney. Now
another and a truly national hero as
befits a young Canadian seeking to
master his country’s heritage has sup-
planted Davey Crockett. :

The new hero is David Thompson and
the man responsible for him is Kerry
Wood, whose book The Map-Maker,
my son, aged 94%, reviewed. This is
his review:

ean ee at

i 1783 during the month of Decem-
ber, when the day’s studies were
over young Thompson asked permis-
sion to leave school to visit his Welsh
mother so he could tell her that he.
had been invited to go to Canada as
_an apprentice with the Hudson’s Bay
Company. He became the greatest land
geographer the world has ever known.
He always tried to make friends with
the Indians who called him Koo-Koo-
Sint, “the man who looks at stars.”

He surveyed the 49th parallel to fix
the boundary line between the U.S.
and Canada, and was the first to fol-
low the Columbia River to its mouth,
but found. the Americans had already
arrived by boat.

Finally, Thompson prepared a map
measuring over ten feét long and six
and a half feet wide showing the
geographical details of over A million
and a half square miles of territory.
This map should have made David
Thompson famous, but it was kept in
secret by the North West Company.

He died in poverty at 87 years of
age, the British government having
refused him a pension.

I think this is a very exciting and
interesting book. Any boy or girl
from nine and up would like to read
the book, and if I had $2 I would buy
it—_SEAN GRIFFIN :

PACIFIC TRIBUNE — DECEMBER 2, 1955 — PAGE 5