For thin, worried Gabriel Tremblay, 39, it was a sorry Labor Day. A onetime Montreal restaurant owner, he had been working at the Canadian Vickers, Ltd. shipyard in East Montreal. There he made better wages than ever before, but heavy medical expenses and old business debts made saving all but impossible. Now that he had been laid off, he did not know what to do. Said he: "The soldiers are coming back . . . and they have to have jobs. But us, we have to live, too." His pretty wife Marianne had it all figured out: unless Gabriel found...
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