The Winnipeg Tribune from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada • Page 17

SATURDAY. SEPT. 10, GUje IStnntppg ribmtp A SOUTHAM NEWSPAPER The Winnipeg Tribune Is printed and published daily, except Sunday, by Tribune Newspaper Company, Limited, a printing and publishing company, at its head otfice and place of abode, 257 Smith Street. Winnipeg. Manitoba.

The Tribune alms to bt an Independent, clean newspaper tor the home, devoted to public service. A Stitch In Time TOR many months now, American newspapers and magazines have been, reaching Canada with accounts of the spread of the latest drug traffic, in marihuana. This evil has spread until a majority of the American states, many of them bordering Canada, are thoroughly infected. That the use of this drug has so far been relatively well restricted in the Dominion, is a tribute to Canadian police authorities and to the border patrols. The matter has recently been taken up in Canadian publications.

Canadian papers have been presented with a difficult decision. While thoroughly awake to the danger they have, by and large, been unwilling to speak out prematurely lest this should serve merely to advertise the availability of the new and cheap drug. But the point has been reached when reticence no longer serves its purpose because of the flood of publicity from the United States on the one hand, and, on the other, while the use of marihuana is happily by no means as prevalent in Canada as in the United States, it has penetrated an extent where a note of warning to parents and others is thoroughly in order. In a spirit of calm enquiry, The Tribune today begins publication of a series of six articles examining this situation In Winnipeg. This city, unhappily, has had something of a reputation as a heroin centre.

What is being done about this by the authorities, and what more ran be done to assist them, is outlined in the series. With regard to marihuana, one of the principal dangers is that this noxious drug is peddled in the cheap form of cigarettes and made easily available to the "drugstore cowboy" type of adventurous youngster out for a new sensation. Parents should particularly be warned of its effect of inducing laxity of morals in young women. And one of the principal dangers involved is that marihuana is likely to make an entire new class of drug addict out of the type of people not hitherto forming part of the semi criminal underworld of the dope fiends. With this note of warning to the public, and especially to parents, and with, an added appeal for further support of the authorities, The Tribune leaves the series to tell its own story.

Mental Hospital Probe ONTARIO is to have a sweeping investigation into all its mental hospitals, public and private. This is an outgrowth from the disclosures made in the investigation of Homewood sanitarium which followed on the death in that institution of Hon. Walter Scott, former premier of Saskatchewan. Premier Hepburn says he has reason to believe that "lots of sane people are railroaded to mental hospitals." This statement has to be translated from the vigorous and sometimes alarming style of speech which the premier cultivates. It is hardly likely that in such a community as Ontario this medieval outrage is imposed on any great number of people.

On the other hand, even one case Is "lots" quite enough to justify Mr. Hepburn or anyone else in using vigorous language. Since it is possible under the law as it stands in Ontario to obtain commitment by a local magistrate or in certain circumstances on certificate of only one physician, it is evident that a peculiarly cruel form of injustice is possible. Premier Hepburn's statement indicates that this has occurred all too often. Premier Hepburn is evidently determined that a full Investigation shall be made Into the conduct of all mental institutions, that regulations governing their operation shall be revised, that adequate periodic inspections shall be made, and that the law regarding commitment shall be amended.

He is entirely right in feeling that this is one of the Ontario government's most important public duties at present, and it is to be hoped that the task will be carried through with the thoroughness which the premier's words foreshadow. Everybody's Friend HUNGARY just now is the despair of all interpreters of the European political trend. What is Admiral Horthy's objective? Political writers in a dozen different countries a asking, but none of them seem to have the answer. One or two facts stand out, but they do not help to clarify the position. In July the Regent of Hungary and his prime minister, Imredv, visited Rome.

It was reported at that time that Italy was striving to reconcile Hungary with the Little Entente powers Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia and Roumania though for what purpose was not made clear. In August Hitler invited Horthy to Germany, and during the visit gave him an impressive demonstration of Ger many's armed might, and proclaimed him the true friend of the Third Reich. Concurrently with his visit to Germany the Little Entente obtained Hungarian agreement, in principle at least, to non aggression pacts with its members. In exchange for this they conceded to Hungary the right to rearm. Such an excess of rapprochment on Hungary's part has set free a flood of questions and much guessing on the part of foreign correspondents.

Is Hungary for example, really tightening its ties with both Germany and Czechoslovakia, one of the Little Entente, at the same time? In her new friendliness toward the Little Entente, is Hungary serving that group's ends, or Italy's? Are Germany and Italy allies in word but rivals in fact for Hungarian friendship? Why, if Hungary Is to sign a non aggression pact with the Little Entente, is she insisting on the right to rearm? Why does the Little Entente so readily agree to permit Hungary to rearm? And if Hungary is at once Italy's protege, Germany's associate and the Little Entente's new friend, for what reason and against whom doesishe rearm? And why does Czechslovakia apparently trust Horthy while he is on such outwardly friendly terms with Hitler? Mussolini in the background somewhere? Hungary at the moment seems to be enormously popular with all nations. Horthy is shaking hands with everybody like a candidate for public office. What it is all leading up to, and what the outcome will be nobody seems to know. Perhaps Admiral Horthy himself does not know yet. Single Track Politics DR.

MURPHY, of Colum bia university, thinks it will be possible to "blueprint the future by new types of psychological research. "Contemporary progressives," he says, "think in terms of economic analysis, and not in terms of human behavior." In short, he thinks the way to a now social order is to be found by studying people rather than by trying to find some economic scheme that will make everybody happy. Dr. Murphy's speech is significant in that it perhaps indicates a change of fashion in politics. People are getting tired of economics as a reference system in which to do their political thinking.

Psychology, which is even less of a science than economics, may be the next generation's chart for the "constructive thinking about the organization of society" which is the background or starting point of day to day politics. It is remarkable how each generation chooses a different single track which sets the major line in the politics of that generation. Persons who have not yet reached middle age can remember a time when economics was regarded as "the dismal science" and the affairs of the state proceeded in magnificent ignorance of its so called laws. For some time now, it appears, the tone of the talk has been predominantly economic and serenely indifferent to psychology. Unfortunately there is a good reason for this indifference for, as Dr.

Murphy admits, this branch of psychology does not yet exist. Nobody knows the "sources of resistance to social change, the ways of making people aware of their needs." There is not even a competent analysis of middle class psychology, he regretfully states. There seems to be some doubt, however, as to whether the middle class will ever be able to understand its own psychology. Therefore a group of psychologists will be necessary to guide the public through the economic wilderness, since only a trained psychologist will be able to recognize the signs of "gain, security and power" which will still be present in the "new order." This sounds suspiciously like jargon, but a good many people will doubless feel that anything which will get them away from the eternal talk about economics will be welcome. Ontario citizen petitions Dominion government as an employment to supply windmills to all farms not served by power lines, tl would be easier for the government to supply a Don Quixote for every farm.

A psychologist announces that the well to do worry more than the poor. Of course the poor have nothing to worry about practically everything has already happened. A touch of autumn is in the air. Soon nature will paint our woodlands. In Europes.

some more leaves will fall from solemn treaties. Newspapers quote a college professor as stating that King Solomon was vastly overrated. It must be a misprint for over mated. Dancing masters in Old Vienna are officially told that Berlin ballroom rules now apply. Are these the one that let Hitler cut in? THE WINNIPEG TRIBUNE PAGE IT "I Wonder If He Ever Thinks of Me SW 111 Silt Arthur By A.

HORTLY after the turn of the century a Gascon youth grew 3 restless and decided to emigrate to Western Canada. Those were days of western prosperity and Gascony, in the southwestern corner of France, like 6ther parts of Europe, felt its magnetic pull. It was a lucky day for Winnipeg drama when this Gascon boy of seventeen turned his thoughts toward Canada. Now, after thirty four years in the West he has received from the French minister of education the title of Officier d'Academie, a recognized award for services to French culture. In this case the services were performed almost entirely in Winnipeg and St.

Boniface. Those who have been associated with Arthur Boutal applaud this recognition of his gifts. They know well how honestly it has been earned. Not once or twice but many times has Winnipeg's winter been enriched by plays in which he has appeared in a leading role, or which he has produced, or both. One looks back upon a long succession of these contributions to the local theatre, including L'Arlesienne, Popaul et Vir ninie.

Blanchette, Lrs Soeurs Guedonec, Un Voyage a Biarritz, and, last but not least, Le Chant du Berceau (Cradle Song). The standard reached by these and other offerings secured their triumph on three occasions in the Dominion Drama Festival. They were all produced under the auspices of Le Cercle Moliere, of which Mr. Boutal has been for many years director. One can imagine what large eyes, to use an expressive French idiom, the Quebec groups opened, when they saw this western French group again and again carrying off the national trophy.

If Arthur Boutal has done much for the West, Western Canada has done much for him. For it was here that he discovered Miss Pauline LeGoff, who in due course became Mme. Boutal. This was indeed a happy union, for Mme. Boutal, a superb actress and artist, has been closely associated with her husband in his dramatic triumphs.

It will he recalled that at the Dominion Drama Festival, held in the city last spring, Mme. Boutal won the award for the best individual acting in any play, French or Sunrise Over Kr I'll! i .4" i The Baltimore Sun. Boutal THOMAS English. In a previous festival she won the award for individual acting in the French section, while on another occasion it was won by Joseph Plante, another member of the Cercle Moliere. Mr.

Boutal's theatrical successes were not achieved by chance. They were earned in every case by laborious effort. Before he selects a play for production he reads in some cases as. many as a hundred plays before being satisfied. And that is only a beginning.

As a producer he Is a rigorous taskmaster. For instance, in producing Cradle Song, which won the award in the French section here last May, he insisted upon the women in the cast who took the part of nuns spending a few days in a convent to imbibe its atmosphere. Both Mr. and Mme. Boutal have given generously of their varied gifts in the promotion of the French drama in Manitoba.

They have helped many different groups not only in producing and acting, but in such important ancill'aries as make up, costumes; scene painting, and other arts of the theatre. Earlier in his theatrical career Mr. Boutal appeared as flautist in the orchestra. For many years Mr. Boutal has been manager in St.

Boniface of the French section of a publishing company. He has ascended the ladder by his own efforts. In his first years in Canada he worked on a farm and on construction work in Winnipeg, helping among other things to build the Royal Alexandra hotel. During the war he joined his old regiment and served overseas for three years. More recently, accompanied by Mme.

Boutal, he paid a happier visit to La Belle France. Together they spent some time in Mme. Boutal's native Brittany, with its thatched roof farm houses, old churches, old castles, fishing villages and beautiful countryside. In Paris they had another feast, this time of things theatrical. They visited the Comedie Francaise, the Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, the Theatre rie la Porte St.

Martin and other famous playhouses. Then they went down to Mr. Boutal's native Gascony and visited Bergerac, city of the inimitable Cyrano. When, by the way, is Mr. Boutal going to put on the nez tuarristral.

and give us Rostand's grpat masterpiece? St. Boniface Photo bj; C. S. TjrrelL Reminder of By H. J.

llN crop survey in northern Saskat II II cncwan recently, I turned aside to the site of La Corne's fort, one of the westernmost posts built by La Verendrye and his associates, and the site of the first farm known in what is now Saskatchewan. Through peaceful and lovely wooded country, our little party travelled to the banks of the Saskatchewan river, forty miles east of Prince Albert and north of Kinistino, where we found the remains of the fort, almost unknown to people living in the vicinity. Although not built until four years after La Verendrye's death. La Corne's fort was the result of his vision and formed a link in his plan to take possession of the rich fur country of the Northwest. It was one of a chain of posts established by the French to confine their English rivals in the fur trade to the shores of Hudson Bay and to divert the trade in furs from the English at York Factory ta the French at Montreal.

Politics, wars and personal misfortune were La Verendrye's lot His dream was not quite realized. But for some years there was a bad depression in the fur business at York Factory. La Corne's fort was one of the main reasons for that depression. The journey with fur laden canoes to York Factory was long and arduous. The French knew how to deal with the Indians and were past masters at establishing friendly relationships with these people.

Consequently it is not surprising that the precious furs changed ownership at the markets close at hand in this instance, to the French at points such as La Corne's fort. At La Corne's fort, it Is believed, the first efforts at agriculture in Saskatchewan were made surely among the earliest on the prairies. Professor Arthur S. Morton, author of Under Western Skies, points out that Alexander Henry, the younger, passing the site in September, 1808, made this entry in his journal: years ago were still tobe seen the remains of agricultural implements and carriage wheels. The Frenchmen's road to the plains is still to be seen, winding up a valley on the south side.

In verification of this is the fact that the Indians of the reservation call the spot Ne cha me ka gl kanis, said to mean 'the place where we first saw vegetables grow. Though armed with spades and grim determination it cannot be claimed that our small party unearthed any remains of agricultural implements or carriage wheels. But we did locate the site of the old fort, guided by an ancient map and, better still, by Glos Glumberg, trapper and farmer, who with a team of oxen is breaking new land for agriculture right at the spot. Tribune Trumps By v.v.m. DECISION REACHED OMETHING," said the Little Help I mate, "has got to be done to I I tnis rom "That so?" I replied, as I continued to read gripping details of the "Maine Monster's Mad Miss.

Who Hid the Horror in the Hayfield?" "What do you think?" continued the L.H., her mind still on her original statement. "I think the hired man bumped her off," I said, my mind still on the horror in the hayfield. "Will you quit reading those awful stories and listen to me for a minute?" asked the L.H. "Certainly," I said, trying to look interested. "Well, what do you think about it?" "About what?" The L.H.

sighed. "I was just saying that something has got to be done about this room," she said. "O.K. what?" "Of course YOU could sit in it night after night, and never notice a thing." "What am I supposed to notice?" 'The chesterfield and chair, for instance. They've simply GOT to be recovered." "Why? They look all right to me." "That's just the point.

You never notice a thing. As long as you've got some place to sit, and one of those awful magazines to "Never mind going into that again. Tell me, what's wrong with the chesterfield and chair?" "Well, the chesterfield is getting ragged underneath and "What difference does THAT make? Who is going to start peering underneath the chesterfield to see whether it is ragged or not?" "But you can see a frayed fringe from where you're sitting." "Nonsense. It hardly shows at all especially at night time, and we never have any guests around here during the day. "But I'M around here all day, and do you suppose I like to live in a house full of broken down furniture?" "What do you mean broken down?" I was beginning to get a bit indignant.

But the Little Helpmate got a bit Indignant right back at me. "I mean broken down," she repeated. "Look at that chair of your's it looks as if a baby elephant had been sitting in it." This was too much. "If you're suggesting I began. "I'm not suggesting anything except that we should have the chesterfield and chair fixed up before they fall to pieces altogether." said, seeing a good chance to change the conversation, "A thing can't fall to pieces and be all together at the same time." "Don't hother trying to be funny.

What I can understand is why you don La Verendrye HANSELL Glos is well informed historically. He was able to explain exactly how stone arrow heads were fashioned to a razor blade edge. And since our visit he is well informed commercially, for the demand for. arrow heads obviously gave him a working idea of the market value of these and other souvenirs. It was easy to trace the layout of the old fort, long and narrow, with the narrow end nearest to the river.

The official historian of the party was able to show the ruins of the chimney, the cellars and the bastions, and even went so far as to speculate on the site of the refrigerator. The path to the river could be, and was, followed. There, too, carved out by the old time pick and shovel brigade, was the channel for the passage of boats to and from the river. The journey to the river was worth the effort, and the scratches, for it brought us to a vantage point from which there was a clear view in all directions, an undoubted advantage to the watcher of old as they awaited the arrival of friend or foe. On the opposite bank of the river a forest reserve suggested the presence of big game.

"Yes," said Glos, the trapper, "in the early hours of the morning the elk come down the hillside to the river to drink. The elk are calling these days. The mating season was at hand. Unfortunately, it was impossible to wait around to verify the presence of the elk. So we retraced our steps to the site of the old fort, via luscious raspberry patches, looked once more at the ruins, and left the spot where, in the middle of the 18th century, astonished Indians "first saw vegetables grow." Opinions We cannot maintain peace and solidarity with the great democracies of the world unless we have the courage to prevent another financial and economic crisis.

Edouard Daladier. I really don't have much time to think about sensations. Capt. Georcb E. T.

Eyston, asked what it felt like to drive the "Thunderbolt" at more than 345 miles an hour. It is one of the unwritten laws of French politeness that a long face is a breach of manners. Richard lp Galliennd. Bible Message DO men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. (Matthew 7: 15 18.) take more interest in your home.

Here's the furniture beginning to collapse right before your very eyes and you don't notice a thing." I tried another tack. "The trouble with you," I said, "is that you're too materially minded." I paused impressively to let that one sink in. "What are you getting at?" she asked, not very impressed. "Well," I said, waving my right hand to take in most of the room, "a home isn't just a collection of furniture, and pictures, and "Never mind starting off on a ser mon," she cut in. 'Tell me what you're driving at." I looked appropriately grieved.

"Well," I said, in a hurt tone, "If a man can't say a few words in his own home without being interrupted "Go ahead and say them but don't be so long winded." I pretended not to hear this somewhat ribald remark and carried on with as much dignity as I could muster. I referred to the folly of thinking that a home could be built around material things. "When I come home at night from a hard day's work," I said dramatically, "Do you suppose that I look at the chesterfield and chair? No! My first thought is of you. Then I look at my off spring. My mind is filled with gladness and peace.

What care I whether the furniture is no longer as new as It once was? What care I if "In other words," lightly Interrupted the L.H., "You don't think that we need the chesterfield and chair re covered?" "Not for at least another year or so," I agreed. There was a pause and I quickly resumed reading about the horror in the hayfield. It was nice. I thought subconsciously, for a man to have some say as to what was done in his own house. They had just got onto the hired man's trail when I was Interrupted.

"Don't call up at noon tomorrow. rause I won't be home," said the L.H., "I've got to go down town." "What for?" I asked, absently. "I'm going to see about getting the chesterfield and chair re covered," aha said, reaching for a cigarette. OVERHEARD O.V THE AVENUS "I still can't figure out what hs married her for." "As a motorist, you should watch for signals of the driver ahead." If you don't, and have an accident, it's gesture own fault. BELIEVE IT OR NOT She didn't have much Yet she had lots for.

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