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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News-Record, 1952-11-27, Page 10TRADE MARK REG. adds zest to lunch • Did you soy only $1.50 to ctebn my-watch? Yes! I said only $1,50 to alarm yam watch. Sounds Unbelievable but true, — Voddens Jewelry , 1 CLINTON , ONTA1100 Ring- worz Kogeoialty The most gracious hotel of the gateway to northern Michigan and Canada in the heart of America's great automotive tenter 750 new outside rooms, every room with bath. Ample hotel parking space, Air.condltioned lounge, coffee shop, dining room and ballroom. CONVENTION AND GROUP MEETINGS INVITED li volt, 41 . le ewe so' Enjoy well-dressed comfort easyfitting • • • • You look right and feel right in formals by Johnston. Because they are cut by hand and tailored to your personal measurements they have the easy, natural fit that lends poise and distinction to the man who wears them. Order your dress suit or tuxedo now, in time for the holiday season, Come in today and see our range of black and midnight blue formal suitings . . all 100% pure wool. Dress overcoats and morning suits also available. From $75.00 up (Opposite the Theatre) PHONE 25 CLINTON by JOHNSTON Let us measure you today for your Dress Suit or Tuxedo °PICKETT and CAMPBELL F6,52 GIANT N liMVS-RECORD lipAqz TNN TaunsnAy, /sTQVEMBEft 27, OM Laughing Through Clouds A Story of the R.CiA.F. Heads Graduating Class Leading his radio officer class which graduated last week at RCAF Station, Clinton, was Pilot Officer F. R. Cleminson, Sault Ste. Marie. He is congratulated by Group Captain N, S. A, Anderson, officer commending, RCAF Station, Greenwood, N,S. OY SEYMOUR ROBERTSON 7TH INSTALMENT As Jack Graydon, groped his way out of the dirn-lit railway earriage, into the half-light of the Town Station at Portsmouth there came over him that feeling of utter helplessness always as- sociated with the arrival at a strange place after black-out. Thus far his journey had not been of the sort to inspire con- fidence and he fervently wished he had not cut Hyde short when the latter offered to explain the time-tables. He had travelled by the worst possible route, one that no Eng- lishman not a lunatic would ever have attempted. Had he gone to London he might have enjoyed a night in town and taken a train the next morning from Waterloo thus making immediate connec- tions with the ferry-boat from Ryde. Due" to his unfamiliarity with the English railway system he had discarded that route as the longer way round for the big air map in the Control Tower Showed him that the Isle of Wight was due south of Mid- lands and if one were flying that course all he need do was shift a few points to .port. Why ehen (he reasoned) go to London, miles farther east? After much head-scratching over an ancient Bradshaw he had worked out a wierd itinerary of his own, which took him wandering from the Cotswolds across Salisbury Plain and through the New Forest by the slowest of local trains. He had been obliged to change at Oxford, at Swindon and again at Southampton. He had 'recklessly purchased a first-class ticket only to travel third, sitting in the corridor with Hyde's haversack as a seat There were no lights so he had no op- portunity to read a pocket guide-. book from which he had hoped to familiarize himself with the country he was about -to invade. To cap it all, he was ravenous- ly hungry. He had left Mid- lands before the tea hour and since noon had eaten nothing but two very dry buns. There was tea to be had at Oxford, but no cups. At Swindon, he had not only to change trains but stations as well and this switch necessi- tated a ,cross-town dash that al- lowed no time even to visit a fish-and-chip bar. At And- over (or was it Salisbury) he had caught the briefest glimpse of a restaurant but the coach in Copyright .3.952 which he rode had stopped far down the track and he dared not risk leaving. He attributed this arrangement to a devilish con- spiracy between Lord. Woolton and the railway company, design- ed to prevent travellers from consuming rationed foods, His hope of obtaining refreshments at Southampton was dashed by the detrainment of almost all his fel- low-passengers who formed Stich a long queue at the NAAFI stall that he realized he had not euf- ficient time to join it. Cursing alternately the British railway system and his own stupidity, he alighted at Ports- mouth to find the station restaur- ant closed and it was only after aimless wandering along the darkened platform that he found a WVS stall which offered him a cold sausage roll and a cup of beef extract so hot it scalded his tongue. By the time he finished sipping it the last taxicab (there were only two) had pulled away from the curb. Graydon stood irresolute, peering after it into the gloom. What now? He emerged from the station by a side-door and, after trip- ping over a heap of rubble, man- aged to discern across the road the. outline of a large building Ifit were a hotel it would have to do him. No use trying to find the 'King's Royal' at that hour. But when he crossed the road he saw with disgust that his sup- posed hostelry had stone steps and a colonnade. It was a muni- cipal hall, post office or some sort of public building not a public house. Blitzed too! It was roofless and gutted by fire. Graydon swore feelingly. Long experience had taught him that when a journey began badly it seldom ended well. Of what use had it been for that confounded idiot, Hyde, to recommend the "King's Royal'—or was it the 'Queen's Royal'? He would never find it in the black-out. "I know I'll walk the wrong way—I always do," he grumbled. The only sensible plan' would be to re-enter the station and in- quire about some sort of accom- modation. As he stepped from the curb to re-cross the road he was jostled by a burly figure who seemed to come up from nowhere. He was a special constable on his rounds; the white armlet told Graydon that much. "A hotel sir? No—there's no 'King's Royal'. If you mean the Princess Royal' that's over in Southsea. Keep straight to this road, bear left at the Common You can't miss it. Jack thanked him. " 'Cawn't miss it'!" he muttered. "He doesn't know me. I can miss it all right." And for a dozen steps he groped his way on un- til he reached a cross-street- where he paused, irresolute, At that moment two dimmed and shaded lights revealed the approach of a small motor-car, creeping along, feeling its way through the blackness. Drawing nearer, it came to a full stop be- side him. "Going my Way?" a youthful voice sang out. The' driver was the sole occu- pant. Peering at him Graydon vaguely discerned a white 'V' at his neck. "I'm ready to go anywhere," he aknowledged grimly. "I'm trying to find a hotel." "I'm on my way to the 'Prin- cess Royal' at Southsea. That do you?" "Wizard!" "Hop in!" the driver invited. "Better than walking. It's two miles." Once in the tiny car, Jack saw that his Good Samaritan was in naval uniform with the braid of a sub-lieutenant on his cuffs. He was a fresh-faced lad, barely 20, and much shorter than his pas- senger for the seat of the car was so close to the dashboard that Graydon's legs were doubled up, jack-knife style. In this cramp- ed position speech came none too readily, They drove several blocks before he asked: "Will I be able to get a room at thte 'Princess Royal?" Or are they likely to be all booked up?" The sailor laughed. "This is the south coast Canada . . . You are a Canadian, aren't you? Thought I recognized the accent . . . You• can take your pick of a dozen rooms, although it's dance night and a few may stay over. There it is—right ahead! Oh, don't mention it. Glad to give you a leg-up. You can't go in that way. I'll have to park this bus." Graydon found the doorway by the simple process of bump- ing his head painfully against the bricked-up shrapnel-shield, En- tering the lobby and blinking at the blaze of light that assailed his eyes, he found the desk and picked up the pen to register. Now what? Was he still himself or was he Clarence Hyde? He wrote the letters 'Clar—' then chewed the end of the pen. He was not Hyde, not yet! He had forgotten the security form; indeed, he might have to show has indentity card. His imper- sonation did not have to begin until he actually reached Hale- bridge. He was conducted to a big room on the first floor up, where he gaped in astonishment at the unexpected luxury of an adjoin- ing bath. His spirits rose and he began to whistle. After the many vexations of the afternoon mat- ters were not turning out too badly. "What• fools we are to spend all our leaves in London!" he told himself. "Queuing up all the time. Portsmouth, eh? It schould be interesting—the 'Victory' and all that, He descended the board stair- case and, after making inquiries regarding the morning ferry- boats, crossed the lobby to enter the lounge bar, There were sev- in The Air Force .4 pair of youthful airwomen rolled into Winnipeg last week, on the last lap of a trip, which, they admit, left thorn on their last legs. The youthful pair, faced. with a short leave, were in Detroit visiting friends when they got the idea of visiting Miss 'Mills' father in Winnipeg; The pair travelled from De- troit, through Sterling to Chic- girls were seated at a corner table. A subaltern was sipping a solitary drink and casting im- patient glances at the door, Far- ther along the bar, a naval offic- er looked up in surprise at Gray- don's entrance, then beckoned him over and held out his hand, "Hello! I don't often see a countryman down this way. Where do you come from? What are you drinking?" "Thanks!" Graydon accepted the ether's offer and was about to introduce himself when the sailor announced: "I'm from Oakville." He add- ed a surname that was also borne by a very high-ranking officer of the RCAF. "Any relation—?" "My old man! And DON'T ask me why I'm in the Navy! I got enough of that at home. Your name's—?" "Gray—er—Hyde." (To be continued) ago, up to Minneapolis, and then came on to Winnipeg, a distance of over 1100 miles --a11on roller Skates. Both Barbara Mills, 16, from RCAF Station, Chatname and Gloria Zwich, 2Z, from RCAF Station. Lae St. Denis, p,Q., agree that the trip was an adventurous experience, but one they do not care to try again, From Detroit the pair to,* to the road in uniform with over- night cases und.er-arm. lay the time they reached, Minneapolis, they needed new roller skates., Out of Minneapolis ' motorists picked them up and offered them rides as far as the next town, And, before leaving, left their names and addresses so that the girls could write to tell them how they made out, "At the border," said Miss Zwich, "the immigration. people were so taken by surprise that they didn't even bother to ask us where we were going." But after crossing the border, one of the men shouted, "I think I'd better remind you girls . . . there's a 50-mile speed limit on this highway." 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