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Canada's war effort last week showed belated signs of shifting into high gear. Into the driver's seat of the important Merchant Shipbuilding and Shipping Program moved Harvey Reginald MacMillan, a harddriving, hardheaded lumberman who believes in getting things done. No business-as-usual fuddyduddy, MacMillan is a reminder that Canada also produced Lord Beaverbrook. Says he: "This war demonstrates that no one owns his property, that one's job and standard of living are all at the service of the State. . . . War is the greatest creator of social revolution. Woe to ... the greedy reactionaries...
...vast reorganization plan to Clarence D. Howe, Minister of Munitions and Supply. But his methods were too direct; before his plan went through, he was eased out. Minister Howe said Mac Millan had been "sabotaged" by jealous politicians, that whenever the Government decided to give him a freer hand, Lumberman MacMillan would come back. Last week, when he did, most agreed that this time the buzz saw would have...
...some years Lumberman MacMillan has been the world's No. 1 exporter of lumber. But, at 55, success has not smoothed his edge. To a muddleheaded Government clerk who telephoned him to ask what should be done with a carload of shingles, he replied: "Print the Lord's Prayer on every one of them." He answers his own telephone with a gruff "MacMillan speaking." Once at a formal dinner there was a hushed lull while the diners waited for someone to say grace. The silence was broken by his boom: "MacMillan speaking...
Fletcher Martin was born in Colorado, son of an ambulant small-town newspaper man who made him a journeyman printer at 12. At 15, Fletcher Martin ran away, has been on the loose ever since. As a lumberman, harvester and sailor, he discovered art by drawing dirty pictures for his pals. He joined the Navy to get three squares a day, became a top-notch boxer, began painting seriously when he got out in 1926. Settling in California, he rapidly won museum awards, Federal mural jobs; had one-man shows in Los Angeles and in San Diego...
Next day, in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas, Cecil Wetzel, a lumberman, ex-collegiate wrestler, driving a logging truck through the thick woods, was stopped by a beak-nosed man in a sedan who asked: "How the hell do I get out of here?" Wetzel stared at the man and at the curly-haired child beside him. He stepped out of his truck and demanded: "How about that baby?" The beak-nosed man yanked out a revolver. Wetzel dived at him, overpowered him and, with the help of another lumberman who came running, tied...