Arthur Douglas Crease Letters, Diaries and Scrapbooks
Letters from Arthur Douglas Crease of Victoria to his brother Lindley Crease and his mother Sarah Crease; instructions for the offensive of July 26, 1917; a regimental notebook, diaries and scrapbook. Learn more.
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dignity of Knight-Comradeship of the same order in 1915. Sir William Clark found himself back home when the war had half-way run its course and his services were at once requisitioned by the President of the Board of Trade, who made him Comptroller-General of its Commercial Intelligence Department. His functions were of a varied character, but their main objective was the ensuing of a sufficiency of food supplies for Great Britain, which was then beginning to feel the menace of the German submarine campaign. Clark was in close touch with com-
contact with every part of the Commonwealth and gave him unique opportunities for acquiring a knowledge of their economic conditions, resources and potentialities. Canada and her trade came under his purview and, although he has never before set foot upon our shores, he probably knows more about us than we imagine. His duties have also brought him into relations with High Commissioners and other representative people from the Dominions, and he probably starts with a ready made circle of friends in Canada. The post which he now assumes may involve some delicate situations and adjustments and a typical English civil servant who had rarely stirred out of London or a regular member of the diplomatic service, whose orbit had been the Capitals of Europe, might not have fitted in easily at Ottawa.
But Sir William Clark seems to have the peculiar combination of qualities and experience which should presage success in his new role; he is no stay-at-home Briton, but has travelled far and lived in the outer Empire half a dozen years. It has fallen to his lot to meet and make contacts with all sorts and conditions of people and he has the reputation of being what is familiarly known as "a good mixer". But most important of all he is a singularly able man steeped in the best traditions of the British civil service and he will have no difficulty in holding his own in the new diplomatic society which is beginning to accumulate in our capital. The cables indicate that he will make a preliminary trip of inspection at an early date to survey the Canadian scene and will return in the fall with Lady Clark and his two daughters to take up his permanent abode in Ottawa. Apparently his favorite diversion is the ancient game of golf, for "Who's Who" records that he is a member of two well-known golf clubs, the Royal Wimbledon and Aldeburgh. Altogether his appointment constitutes a most interesting experiment which will be watched with interest both throughout the British Commonwealth and in other countries, but it is not altogether a novelty in British history, for during the period when Great Britain and Hanover were ruled by the same king, they exchanged diplomatic representatives.
Spring By Roger B. Priestman OH! SPRING is in the air, we can feel our pulses bound, The world is full of skipping-ropes and "dibs", The worms and bugs and beetles are all bursting from the ground, Whilst golfers swap preliminary fibs.
Mrs., also Mr., and the Misses B. V. D. Will shortly be returning from the south. The very thought of hearing soon the droning of the bee, Just seems to make us water at the mouth.
There are numerous occasions in the course of every year Which make us feel that if we could we'd sing; But Oh! the prime, predominating, priceless time to cheer, Is the first suggestive, subtle breath of Spring.
We were full of exaltation, being cheery, bright and gay, When on a sudden everything fell flat. All peace of mind departed, when our wife the other day, Took a fancy to a forty dollar hat!
She says it's a "dream", and remarkably cheap; We think that the price is disgustingly steep; It haunts us by day and it ruins our sleep; We cannot escape from the thing. Knowing eventually we shall be stuck; Feeling remarkably down on our luck; The incident has most effectually struck All vestige of joy out of Spring.
Saturday Night and Quackery Canadian Medical Journal—(Editorial) TORONTO SATURDAY NIGHT has been always active in exposing fraudulent pretensions in commercial and financial spheres, and now, by pillorying a particularly flagrant example of medical quackery, has added to the debt which the general public owes to it. As it points out, Canada has been not infrequently made the stamping ground for fraudulent schemers who have been discredited in their own country.