Word: sauveur
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...sitting in front of their television sets, "Jack Rabbit" Johannsen elected himself a one-man committee to do something about it, and offered his spare time to selling Canadian youth on the muscle-building virtues of cross-country skiing. Last week, deep in the snow-smothered Laurentians at St. Sauveur, Quebec, about 80 boys from 18 Canadian prep schools turned out for the second annual Jack Rabbit Ski Championship. It was an energetic tribute to "Pop" Johannsen's successful salesmanship...
Lemelin grew up in the dingy St.-Sauveur district of Quebec's Lower Town. He describes his mother as "the most beautiful girl in St.-Sauveur" and his father as "a wonderful man who bought me a rebuilt typewriter for $80, at installments of $5 a month." Lemelin's business acumen and his taste for literature showed themselves almost simultaneously. At 14, he organized a group of boys to shovel snow off doorsteps, at 5? each. In the process, he stumbled across a large building filled with books - the provincial library - and, upon inquiring, learned he could borrow...
...Quebec's picturesque Lower Town lies the district of St. Sauveur, a ragged slum in which French Canadians cling to "a mode of life tenaciously wedded to the past and resistant to all progress, obstinately refusing any kind of change for the reason that all change was brought about by outsiders." Unlike the rest of Quebec City's picture-postcard prettiness, St. Sauveur is a wretched place: its proletarian "mulots" are ignorant and desperately poor, its bourgeois "soyeux" (silken ones) often bigoted and pretentious...
Roger Lemelin, himself the son of a mulot, has drawn, in The Town Below, a thickly atmospheric portrait of St. Sauveur. He wrote it on the family kitchen table, while his numerous brothers & sisters did their homework on the other end. Lemelin loves the vivid, sharp-tongued mulots but at times he is overcome with despair over their backwardness and superstitions...
They had a right to be. In liberated Corsica, French rowdies had clipped and stripped whores who had dealt with Germans (see cut). In the Norman village of St.-Sauveur-le-Vicomte, townsfolk had rounded up a dozen poules, cropped their hair, paraded them through the streets, reviled them for trafficking with Germans...