Labour Day – what a dull, prosaic name for a holiday, all of which really should be ‘holy days’, dedicated to feasts of the transcendent, Christ, Our Lady, the saints and the truths of our Faith. This current ‘feast’, if you will, dedicated to the drudgery of work – or escape therefrom – has its origins in a strike in 1872 by the Toronto Typographical Union for a 58-hour workweek, which seems rather quaint to us – both the typography and the demand for no more than 58 hours of it. George Brown, politician and editor of the Globe and
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