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Eighteen months ago, little Donald Morton was toddling around his father's farm near Archerwill, Saskatchewan like any other healthy two-year-old. Then he developed a limp. Arthur Morton took his son to the local doctor for treatment, but the limp grew worse. The child's arms and legs lost their chubby firmness. His father saw him "grab at things and miss them by inches. He couldn't handle his toys and he'd run into the furniture and knock things over...
...Back in Saskatchewan, Arthur Morton clung doggedly to hope. In his newspaper he read of an evangelist in Costa Mesa, Calif, who was said to be curing the sick by prayer. Ignoring the advice of doctors, he decided to make the 2,800-mile trip with his son, by then scarcely able to breathe, and wasted to a shadowy 20 pounds...
...needs, and overseas sources might be cut off by submarines in wartime. Last week in Toronto, William J. Bennett, boss of Canada's uranium monopoly, announced that Canada's second major mine would go into production, probably next year, at Beaver-lodge Lake in northwestern Saskatchewan. He fixed its initial production at 500 tons of ore daily, revealed that its output "will probably be considerably in excess of our Great Bear Lake property"-thus more than doubling Canadian output...
Young and Hirshhorn, Goldstein said, had come into the McNutt company by virtue of a deal with a Canadian company called Pax Athabasca Uranium Mines, Ltd. which Young and Hirshhorn control. Last summer they swapped the company's Saskatchewan land claims for 1,800,000 shares of American-Canadian. News of the swap, said Goldstein, had sent Pax Athabasca's stock soaring (recent price: $28 v. 5? in 1949). Counting the shares in American-Canadian Uranium held by Pax Athabasca, said Goldstein, insiders owned 83% of American-Canadian's stock. All told, they...
...rope served a more somber purpose. By nightfall it had been expertly cut and knotted into two nooses that swayed from the main beam of a double gallows in Fort Saskatchewan Jail, 20 miles away. Shortly after midnight, while a small group of witnesses looked on, the nooses were slipped over the black-hooded heads of two convicted murderers. The dark-suited little man, known professionally as Mr. Ellis, checked to make sure that the slipknots fitted snugly behind each man's left ear. Then he sprang the trap door and the prisoners plunged downward...