I Prefer QUEBEC WILLIAM MacMILLAN PERHAPS we aren’t the financial centre of the Dominion, and maybe we do turn a cold shoulder to the flood of Americanization inundating the land. It is quite possible, too, that some folks up the creek consider us just a trifle slow and old-fashioned. Yet, in spite of these handicaps, we’re satisfied. There's a tang in the invigorating air of this old town on the rock, an intangible something that makes one feel that it's mighty good to be alive and among friends. Thank goodness, Quebec folk don’t mind their own business à la Montreal. Here, friendship is spelled with a capital letter and the man next dr is a neighbor in the truest sense of the term. He calls on you when you’re ill, asks your advice regarding the plumbing, accepts without reservation your pet cure for rheumatism, listens politely to your idea of current politics, and almost throws his arms about your neck when you call him by his first name.