Goddam the CPR! COLUMN Not just mean, but too cheap to give back anything to society Allan Fotheringham There's the old, familiar story about the Depression-age Prairie farmer whose crops have been wiped out first by drought and then by grasshoppers. In the midst of a sudden hailstorm that flattens his frail wheat he raises his fist to the skies in a rage and screams, “Goddam the CPR!” Anyone familiar with Western Canada—or the CPR—will recognize and empathize with the feeling.
