On a warm Indian summer afternoon last week, a vigorous, white-haired man, caddying his own golf bag with an aluminum tow cart, strode briskly down the fairways of the Royal Ottawa Golf Club. Sporting a jaunty white cap, grey flannels and a checked shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, Prime Minister Louis St. Laurent neither looked nor acted his 74 years.
Only two months ago the Prime Minister's health seemed likely to become a critical issue in Canadian politics. Toward the close of the grueling, seven-month parliamentary session, St. Laurent seemed close to exhaustion. His political foes openly predicted that...
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