ST as dawn was begin- Bi: Ning to light the overcast £ ann above the equatorial 4 in the Central Pacific, = Christmas Island, one “2 at least looked on with Nse satisfaction. | Or to 44-year-old William } Wood Ogle — scientific 7 : peor of the -U.S. atomic “p, ..[0w being held in the 5 a which have shocked + Shaken the world — the | °™ bomb is a lovely thing. a peter ordinary mortals ae) im these fine days think 7} ,, cultivating their gardens, 1. Sian p'elping life to blossom. = | But to w. E. Ogle — who §ot his doctorate in physics ae the University of Nois in 1944, and who has a himself body and ting to the atom bomb ever thi © — the bomb’s_ the Ng, { Ay inere’s hardly anything Ss technically fascinating h Contemplate than a bomb,” ® Says. Ra a little universe unto “at One in which we don't haa the. detailed physical S which govern it.” € has described his ela- as he waited in New CO some 17 years ago Watch America’s first Mex 3 s M b . Words. Oomb explode in these wet Was the biggest dawn tho ever seen, a fantastic I ot When it was over, Pict t a sense of great re- it 2d intense pleasure that ad worked.” i bee x * * oe Some it is the dawn Bthem of birds that makes of th 8et up while the rest De € world sleeps, but for a. Ogle, it seems, it’s the Pi. detonation of ever- \£_ terrible weapons of WORTH - _ READING = 3 Generation Against Ringy War. (A special %e, ©ok on Peace). Price : dey, quarterly journal ‘| th °¢ to the research, or : drop,” and review of the Piltcc. -of world peace; alt €d toward presenting €r . : Native solutions to bun 8N conflict and elimin- ar as a way of life. mass destruction which causes him to rise with the lark. And, even when American atom bombs killed thousands at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Ogle expressed no revulsion. He ‘recalls: “I wasn’t horri- fied. After all, our purpose was to do just that.” These hosannas to Hiro- shima are part and parcel of this new product of Ameri- can civilization and the American way of life — a man who can be as cold as a fish not only about the bomb as a_ scientific object, but equally cold about the horror it wreaks, as at Hiroshima. * * * Since he left Mlinois, he has worked all the time at the Los Alamos laboratories of the U.S. Atomic Energy Commission, and has partici- pated in every U.S. atomic test series since 1945, wit- nessing over 100 explosions in the Pacific and Nevada. He was in technical com: mand when the US. set off its first thermo-nuclear blasts (the H-bomb) over the Pacific island of Eniweitok in 1952 and says of that moment in history: “Tt was the most terrible impressive thing I’ve ever seen. We couldn’t even find the damn island.” While Alexander the Great is said to have wept because he had no new worlds to con- quer, Ogle the Little looks for new islands to destroy, and he has been working hard preparing the ground ever since President Ken- nedy ordered the resumption of nuclear tests. * * * Married, with five children Dr. Ogle is, according to Time magazine, part Spanish, English, Cherokee and Yaqui Indian. A chunky flamboyant man who hates _ neckties, wears baggy Western - cut pants and a battered stetson, chews the ends of his pipes to bits. With his background, it is not surprising to find that Dr. Ogle was one of the American scientists who rep- resented the U.S. Atomic Energy Commission at form- er Geneva test-ban talks — nor is it surprising that these talks failed: And with his openly - rapturous love for watching the bombs go off, did anyone seriously expect him: to honestly work for banning further tests? ‘THE BIG RAVEN’ One of Emily Carr’s best- known and besi- loved paintings, “THE BIG RA- VEN”, showing pari of an Indian totem pole. All her artistic en- deavours radiat- ed realism and sincerity. lThe man who ardently loves, adores the Bomb As to the future... “I really don’t think now the bomb would wipe us out. But God, it would set us back a long way.” Which must rank as the understatement of the year. In the meantime, if the bomb won’t wipe us. out now, Dr. Ogle is doing his best to help perfect the tech- nique which might do it one day — and which today can wipe out Eniweitok so that “we couldn’t even find the damn island,’ and which could do the same to Man- hattan, Moscow or Montreal. DMITRO HNATIUK, Peo- ple’s Artist of the USSR and leading baritone of the Kiev Shevchenko Theatre of Opera and Ballet will give a series of performances in Canada. He has already won wide ac- claim in his homeland and other countries of Europe, Africa and Australia and is bringing his talent to this country as part of the same arrangement which took “THE TRAVELLERS” on a tour of the USSR. His con- cert tour of Canada will be- gin in Montreal on Oct. 4 wand conclude in Toronto on Nov. 5, with two conceris scheduled for B.C. — Vic- toria on Oct. 11 and Vancou- ver on Oct. 13. On Emily Carr... OT only was Emily Carr, (1871-1945) a great painter, she is also one of Canada’s best-loved writers. When she was nearly 70, and ill health made it no longer possible to carry heavy paint- ing equipment, or to go off in the woods with her pets and her old caravan, she “wrote” her pictures—living again days. First came Klee Wyck, a collection of stories of her work in Indian, villages, the name taken from the name those intense early her Indian friends had given her—The Laughing One. Next came The Book of Small, about her early child- hood and the early days of Victoria. Her last book, Growing Pains, was completed just be- fore her death and gives the vivid story of her struggles to become an artist. Much of her diaries are not yet pub- lished. At sixteen and an orphan, her guardian allowed Emily to go to an art school in San Francisco, but she met no one who could teach her “size.” “Was the West crude, unpaintable? I loved every bit of it,” she said. Then to England where she was very homesick, and the London crowds brought back her Canadian forests. (“I do not want Canada polished out of me,” she told them). She became ill — was 18 months in a London nursing home, where the English worship of aristocracy weigh- ed heavily upon her. But she loved the English countryside - and learned to watch “the tat LIES CANCEL OUT K. K. Johnson, Salmon Arm, B.C., writes: In a re- cent Vancouver Sun cartoon, two Soviet cosmonauts are shown after landing, trying to cheer each other up at the awful thought that they will get no fat American movie and TV offers. Of course, this’ reveals nothing about Soviet cosmo- nauts, but only shows that capitalist flunkies cannot, even as a joke, imagine other motives for human achieve- ment than greed and lust. The cartoonist Norris . might plead that he was only kidding, but the idea of Nikolayev and Popowich, after surviving for days in space, becoming male count- erparts of some of our Holly- wood starlets—that would be a tragedy too deep for tears. It “3s -also:-too - Silly... tobe funny. Since Communist countries are always accused of going to all evil extremes at once, no doubt we will next be told the Soviet spacemen have become pot - bellied members of a new Soviet plutocracy. At least the lies cancel out. INSTILL FEAR Joe Ivens, Okanagan Mis- sion, B.C., writes: The recent mild furor caused by the -RCMP espy MacDonald and wan: Q }Q Pt eer f) H t coming and going of foliage, the sunshine in the shadows.” After five and a half years in England, Emily Carr re- turned to Canada; to» the Cariboo country she loved, where she could breathe again the breath of the West that was born in_ her. How restful and healing were the woods of B.C. after “the boil of humanity after the mellow sweetness of England .. .” Stanley Park with its seven miles of virgin forest, and the Indian Re- serve and the Indian Mission behind North Vancouver. She loved the Indian peo- ple and their art — “They broadened my seeing . . . The Indian caught first at the inner reality,” and she -pain- ted their villages and totem poles to preserve that art for them —. = In the story “Skedans” she describes the totem poles of the Haida Indians on the Queen Charlotte Islands: “The Haida poles never lost their dignity. They look- ed sadder, perhaps, when they bowed forward and more stern when they tipped back. They were bleached to a pinkish silver color and cracked by the sun, but nothing could make them mean or poor, because the Indians had put strong thought into them and had believed sincerely in what they were trying to express.” And this sincerity was in all she did. Emily Carr loved children, and animals, all troubled or ill folk that she could help, above all she loved Canada and was never satisfied that she had ex- gressed that love | well 2nough. She was a great artist. She was a great Canadian, a great Canadian woman. —NORA RODD “OPEN FORUM the self-styled agent Littler is not new. We have had these rotters before. What is the object of these spies? What are they trying to find out? Why should the taxpayer have to pay for this lousy “undercover” work, when the Communist party is open for all to see? The big trouble is that the party cannot get to the peo- ple fast enough — can’t con- vince them, as yet, that what it stands for is correct, and in the best interests of the Canadian people. And so, everything that can be thought up—slander, lies, horror stories — are hurled at the party with one end in mind . . . fear. If the ruling class can in- still fear into the hearts of the people, then it can con- tinue’ ruling for a while longer. Our whole society is based on the concept of fear; fear for one’s job and future; fear for one’s loved ones; and, the greatest fear of all, fear of World War III and all that it would mean. The only way to overcome the bugbear of fear is for the common people (led by the working class) to rise up against it, force the war- makers to keep the peace, and to run mankind for the benefit of the human race.