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Luck of the Mounties Ev SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT "There’s a legend of heroism which surrounds us,” said Cor- poral Clint Waring, of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. All this . , The words were hardly out of his mouth when little Mick, my lead dog, started barking. Mick can scent a strange team a mile away if the wind’s right, A second later the rest of the dogs took it up, and I had to yell out the back door to make them quiet down. I don’t mind the harking of dogs- so much, but I never did care much for the howl of a husky, and Clint had five of them back there. Clint was looking through a clear place in the window nearest the stove when I came back, “Somebody’s coming wide out,” he commented. “Looks like they’re in a hurry.” “Probably some Indian showing off his dogs,” I said casually. “You know how they are.” I hoped he’d go on with what he’d been talking about, but I knew better than to ask a direct ques- tion. I hadn’t worked under the big red flag with the white block let- ters “H. B. C.”â€"“Hungry But Cheerful”, we used to say those letters stood for-â€"for fifteen years without learning that a Red Coat closes up like a clam if you act curious about the Service, but will talk about it by the hour if you just let him ramble. Corporal Cjinÿ Waring was no exception. [ A;' “Sure,’’ nodded CÏint, sitting down by the stove. “They’re all show-off . . . especially the young bucks. Iâ€"what were we talking about?” f'lffe â-  Legendary Heroism “You were just saying that you Red Coats got a lot of credit you didn’t deserve,” I said, putting it rather strongly, to get him started off again. “I’d hate to have you for a witness, Mac,” Clint said, shaking his head. “You never get anything1 right. All I said was that there’s a sort of legendary heroism which surrounds the Service like a halo ; all this ‘Never-fire-first,’ ‘always- get-your-man’ sort of thing.” “Treason!” I chuckled. 1 “No such thing. We do the best we can. But that doesn’t mean we don’t get the wind up, and go off the deep end on occa- sion. A red tunic is a deuce of a long way from being a bullet- proof vest, you. know', and being in the Service, doesn’t make life any less sweet. Not much less, anyway,” he added as an after- thought. The dogs were scrambling up the trail from the lake, and I went to the door. The factor of a Hudson Bay post welcomes all visitors; the Great Company has as many traditions as the Mount- ed; more, maybe. He’s Bushed But it wasn’t a customer who had driven that panting team so fast; it wag Ed. Summers’ boy ; Bub, Ed. called him. About twelve â€"I’d say. Bub was crying and shaking so he could hardly talk, but it didn’t take me long to figure out what had happened, knowing Ed, and his ways as well as I did. “Job for you, Clint,” I said, leading the youngstér inside where it was warm. “You know Ed. Summers?” “No; I’ve heard of him, though, What’s the trouble ?” “Bushed, I guessâ€"complicated with alcohol. This is his boy. Ed. ran Lolaâ€"that’s his wifeâ€"out of the camp and took two or three shots at her as she left. Swore he’d kill her if she came backâ€" and when she didn’t try to come back, he went hunting for her. Bub, here, harnessed the dogs and came to me for help.” Clint had his coat on before I was half through. “Let’s go,” he said. “You stick around, son, till we get back. Tie out your dogs when you get warm- ed up. We’ll take a fresh team.” Bub glanced at me, and I nod- ded. “You want me to come along, Clint?” "Sure; you know him. Maybe you can talk him out of his fool- ishness.” “I doubt it,” I said. “You can try,” snapped Clint, so I yanked on my parka and went out to help him harness the dogs. Angry Bullets We made it in two hours, which means we really hit the trail. “Your friend,” Glint observed grimly, as he looked around the Fifth Plate little clearing, “has certainly been carrying on!” A couple of stools had been flung into a drift beside the door, and the jagged, broken re- mains of two or three brown bot- tles lay on top of the woodpile. A heavy cast-iron skillet stood edgewise, half-buried in the trampled snow around the door. “No friend of mine,” I replied. “I wonder if he’s-, still on Lola’s trail?” Unknowingly, Lola herself an- swered that question. She opened the door and called to us softly, but very urgently. “Hurry!” she cried. “He will be here any minute ; he was fol- lowing me, and I circled back to the camp, but heâ€"” Someoneâ€"it was Ed, of course •â€"took a shot at us from the edge of the clearing, and the report seemed to me loud enough to shake the snow off the ever- greens. Lola screamed and slammed the door. I heard the bar drop into place, just as Ed yelled, “Get goin’, you two ! Nobody asked you here, and nobody wants you!” He came running toward us, staggering more than a little on his webs, and waving a big, black, and very ugly-looking automatic. “Don’t you know me, Ed?” I asked, trying to be friendly. “It’s Mac, from the Post, Thought you might like to do a little trading for some marmalade or tobaccoâ€"” “If I want anything off of you, I’ll come for it!” he screeched, and fired again. Part of the snow- spray that bullet sent flying sttlhg my face. “I think he means it, Clint,” I said, hastily. “Let’s go some- where and talk it over.” But Clint didn’t reply ; prob- ably he didn’t even hear me. He was walking straight toward Ed, and talking to him as he walked. “You’re not going to shoot any more, Summers,” he said. “Men who shoot • people are hung. By the neck. It’s a very unpleasant way to die. You don’t want to be hung, do youâ€"just because you had a couple of drops too much to drink?” “I don’t care what happens !” Ed yelled. “I said get away from me, and I mean it.” He pointed tlie gun almost in Clint’s face, and I wondered why I hadn’t been smart enough to bring a gun of my own . . . or why Clint wasn’t smart enough to use the one he had. There was a crash, but it wasn’t the sound of Ed’s gun. It was the smack of Clint’s -fist against the left side of Ed’s jaw, Ed staggered, tripped on his snow- shoes, and pitched, limp as a rag, into the snow. “Well , . .!” I said, because it was all I could think of just at the moment. “You’re just about the biggest fool I ever saw or heard of, Clint.” “For walking up to him and smacking him down?” Clint asked, watching me curiously. “You were asking to have the top of your head blown off. That’s always struck me as being a foolish thing to do.” “But brave ; worthy of the best traditions of the Force ? You’ll admit that, won’t you, Mac?” If he hadn’t been grinning in just that fashion, I’d have thought he’d gone slightly crazy; it was- n’t like Clint to boast. “You know darned well it was,” I said. “What’s the idea of ask- ing?” “Remember what we were talk- ing about when the lad arrived ?” Clint'asked, picking up the auto- matic which hed dropped from Ed’s hand. “Well, this is an ex- ample.” He held out the gun, and I saw what he meant. “The slide’s open,” I said, fool- ishly. “Sure. When the last shot’s fired the slide flies back and stays back until a fresh clip is put in. That’s why I walked into him. I saw that the gun was empty. Just what I was telling you, Mac : a bit of train mg, a dash of observa- tion, and the luck o’ the Mount- ed, will create one of the most impressive reputations you’d care to imagine. Do you believe me?" “Better put the bracelets on him,” I said. I hadn’t noticed that drawn-back slide until Clint held the gun out to me, and I felt rather idiotic about it all. “He’s starting to wake up.” Motorcycle and truck drivers connected with the Dundee, Sot- land, post office, covered 300,000 miles last year without an acci- dent. Lord Tweedsmuir and Walt Disney Meet His • Excellency Lord Tweedsmuir is shown here as he chatted with Irving Langmuir, of Schenectady, and Walt Disney (RIGHT), following the graduation ceremonies at Harvard University. All three men received honorary degrees from the university. i Canada, United States Develop Common Views University **f Toronto Author- ity Says Two Countries Car- ried Into Whirlpool of One Viewpoint â€" Are Drawing Closer Together ; Canada . Weak Link •»» North Ameri- can Isolation. Canada is facing, to an increas- ing- extent, the effects of con- trast between two systems, Prof. H. A. Innis, of Toronto, said in an address prepared for delivery at Orono, Maine, last week, to a conference of leading education- ists of Canada and the United States on Canadian-American re- lations. “An old system linked her to Europe by a geographic back- ground dominated by the St. Law- rence River and provided for the efficiency of specialization under free trade," he said. “The new system links Canada to the Unit- ed States and is evident in the increasing importance of exports from Canada to the United States.” Head of the Department of Poli- tical Economy of the Lhiiversity of Toronto, Prof. Innis discussed “Economic trends in Canadian- American relations.” Canada and the United States “are being car- ried into the whirlpool of common points of view,” he said, “We are in danger particularly in the maritime regions of taking for granted a common point of view.” It is from those maritime re- gions “that similarities have spread throughout the continent.” War Involves Canada “The weakening of national- ism, the strengthening of region- alism and the stress on imperial- ism leaves Canada as the weak link in the North American struc- tureâ€"the Achilles heel to North American isolation. Outbreak of war in Europe involving Great Britain involves Canada and in .turn sooner or later the United States.” In her own interests the United States must consider particularly the effects of any policy on Can- ada without benefit of political representation, Prof. Innis con- tinued. “Whether the United States agrees or not, its monetary and tariff policies are largely the tariff policies of the North Amer- ican continent and of Canada,” he said. Eerie Monster Scares Natives Is It Dragonâ€"Or Python ? Be- chuanaland Specimen Has Goat’s Head, Breathes Smoke The “Nogapotsane,” a dragon- like monster said to have a head like a goat’s and to breathe death-dealing smoke, is striking terror into the hearts of natives in Bechuanaland, South Africa. Convicts out woodcutting were startled recently when their oxen suddenly stampeded. They were more startled when they found giant snake tracks on the ground â€"and they kept on running until they reached a village three miles away. There they caused panic by declaring: “We have heard the cry of the Nogapotsane.” Called “Nogapotsane” The Nogapotsane, according to natives, has a single short horn in the middle of its head and four stumps on the underside of its body. It is able to create a cold wind and to cause people to faint, after which, if they recover, they crawl about on their faces. Its cry is like that of a goat, or a horse. May Be Horned Snake There is no doubt that a large, horned python-like creature does exist. One man who has seen it says that when it moves it makes a noise like a wagon rumbling over stony ground. Another man saw one which he said had killed 20 head of cattle in a night. It was more than 20 ft. long. The actual size is said to be 25 ft. to 40 ft. in length, the body being- very thick. Two 20 ft. snake “monsters,” with two short horns on their heads, were shot a few years ago while attacking goats. They were brownish in color, with, pairs of large yellowish patches all down their spines. Taught Tortoises Mr. A. Dreyer, of Bredasdorp; (S. Africa) keeps 51 tortoises at his house. They know Ms voice, and when he calls them they come creeping along to eat from Ills hand. Berlin mothers declare - city’s new parking place for bies in their perambulators the ba- irn- der the eye great success. of a watchman à Charles Wills has completed 80 years as singer in the church choir in Bridge, England. Herr Hiller Now Holds Full Control of Reich Curb Destructive Cabbage Insects Control Measures Should Be , Applied as Soon as Injury To Plants Is Evident , Velvety green caterpillars, known as imported cabbage worms, are commonly found feeding on cab- bages and cauliflowers. They eat large circular holes in the leaves and frequently bore into the cen- tre of the cabbage heads. Control measures should be applied as soon as injury to the plants becomes evident. In Morning or Evening Dusting arsenate of lead and hy- drated lime is -the most widely re- commended remedy. One part of the poison should be mixed with eight parts of the hydrated lime and the resulting powder dusted on the plants in the early morning or late evening when the leaves are wet with dew. Particular attention should be paid to the central por- tion of the cabbages and cauliflow- ers, since this is a favourite spot for feeding. Two or three applica- tions should he made as needed, care being taken to apply the dust immediately feeding becomes evi- dent. Due to the waxy condition of the leaves, spraying has not given satisfactory results. If the plants .have to be treated shortly before being marketed, fresh pyrethrum powder should be used, one part to three parts of hy- drated lime or flour. When the Lord Mayor of Lon- don visits Rotterdam, The Hague, and Amsterdam in September, he ' may take with him the Lord Mayor’s coach, coachman and out- riders. Three criminals serving sen- tences for forgery have escaped from the long-term prison at Lis- bon in boxes labelled “Glass toys. With care. I)<> not overturn. All Constitutional Powers In Hands of Fuehrer Aloneâ€" Constitutional and Juridical Ba- sis of the New Germany Is Explained. BERLIN.â€"-All the constitution- al powers of the Third Reich are concentrated in the hands of Chancellor Hitler, who is the plenipotentiary deputy of the Ger- man people, Dr. Hans Frank, minister without portfolio and president of the Academy for Ger- man Law, said here. Dr. Frank, addressing the con- gress of the German Law Acad- emy, sketched for his audience the constitutional and juridical basis of the new Germany. The following constitutional princi- ples, he stated, are the founda- tions of the Nazi Reich: Decides Every Policy At the head of the Reich . is placed the Fuehrer of the Na- tional Socialist Workers’ Parly. He is Fuehrer of the Reich by virtue of his leadership of the party. He is both chief of state and head of the Government. The Fuehrer and Reichschancel- lor is the plenipotentiary deputy of the German people, which has delegated to him its constitutional powers. He decides the form of the Reich’s foreign policy without regard, to accepted procedures. The party is above the state, so far as doctrines and supreme prin- ciples of government are con- cerned. The party, with its owiy hierarchial organization, is com- pletely separated from the state. The Reich today is the instru- ment for realization of the aims assigned by. the party leadership. He Is Last Appeal A judge is not bound for for- **• mulas. and the Fuehrer is the last juridical instance in the Reich. “Above the values of race, soil, labor qnd Reich is a fifth great, value which constitutes the ulti-' mate content of the existence of our people’s community â€" the honor of our nation, loyalty and realization of the national hon- A ;v::