Word: quebecs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Wednesday was election day in Quebec. It was also the day of Premier Maurice Le Noblet Duplessis' patron, St. Joseph. Wednesday is Duplessis' favorite day of the week: he always tries to save his important acts for that day. After Mass in the morning, he toured all 119 polling booths in his home town, Trois-Rivières. He shook hands till his fingers cramped, greeting voters by their first names. Time & again his henchmen restrained him as he reached in his pocket for quarters for moppets: "Not on election day, Maurice." At 6:30 p.m. Bachelor Duplessis...
...winner will be was anybody's guess last week. Only two candidates had yet said for certain that they were seeking election: External Affairs Minister St. Laurent of Quebec and Agriculture Minister Gardiner of Saskatchewan. St. Laurent, with his bloc of support in powerful Quebec, was still the favorite. But the last Liberal convention in 1919 showed that favorites do not always run to form when the grind of uninterrupted balloting begins...
Last week Jimmy Gardiner supporters were in the field, promising freight rate adjustments to the Maritimes, cheap feed grains to Ontario farmers, federal financial aid for scores of community projects. In Quebec, they reminded French delegates that Jimmy was a steadfast opponent of conscription (in private-he followed the party in public) and that he fought what he terms the "thin wedge of Communism" of the CCF in Saskatchewan...
When he hitched to Skagway at the start of the Klondike rush of '97, Mike was a strapping, redheaded six-footer from the backwoods of Quebec. He was handy with his fists and his feet, could kick off the bar in the hitch-and-kick* at eight feet. He put together a nondescript dog team, began mushing supplies for the sourdoughs. He blazed a 1,400 mile dog-team trail from Dawson to Nome. He toted a piano on his back up the 1,200 ft. of Chilkoot Pass. With a corpse as cargo, he mushed over the mountains...
...Days. Klondike Mike struck pay dirt at Alaska's Goldstream. He panned out $165,000 in three months, moved on to Iditarod. There he panned $10,000 a week. When he sold out ($250,000 would be a low estimate, says Mike) and headed back for Quebec, he was only 35, had not a worry in the world...