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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News-Record, 1953-01-22, Page 9Soldiers Load Supplies For RCAF Station, Clinton FR :. Left to right: Second Lieutenant J. H, Brubaker, Grimsby, and Toronto and Sergeant H. H. Van Dusen, Hamilton check ration invoices as Private A, F. Thorton, Kitchener, and Private A. L. Marchand, Windsor load an RCAF truck. All are members Of the new RCASC supply depot opened at itcAr Station, Clin- ton recently to supply rations to Clinton and Centralia. The new ' unit is saving both services times and money by eliminating previous transportation and handling from supply depot in London, LOOK AT THESE FOR Specials in 22's AND REMEMBER You won't buy a suit of clothes without trying it on, so- , Be sure to buy your gun or rifle where you can try it first. Our Modern 20 Yard Range is always available for your convenience.. 1 Mossberg 42M Repeater-was $35.00-Now $29.95 1 Savage M5 Was $35.00-Now $29.95 1 Rem. Fieldmaster pump repeater- Was $55.00-Now $49.95 1 Rem. .22 pump, Weaver B4 scope- . Was $75.00-Now $69.95 1. Marlin 81DL, bolt action repeater- Was $37.50-Now $34.95 1 Marlin 81DL, like new-Was $39.50-Now $38.95 1 Marlin 81DL, good condition- Was $32.95-Now $26.95 1 Cooey Repeater, like new-Was 521.95-Now $18.95 1 Browning auto loader - Was 560.00-Now $53.50 1 Springfield 87A, auto loader- Was $37.50-Now $34.75 1 only Cooey 12 ga. Shotgun, new but slightly shop worn Only $19.95 We won't be undersold - We will meet any price you can obtain any place in Canada on quality merchandise. ,Spoifit'u, goods o, a?tigithi CLINTON ONTAit 10 PHONE 42 c ) Il 4, I. THE BESTcHicKsrARTER ISgFRESH-murmAsH MADE MTh NATIONAL CHICK MIX CONCENTRATE During the first eight weeks of a chick's life, it needs a higher percentage of body-building protein than at any other time. That's why you should feed chicks from the start the National "fresh-ntieway-on a tasty all-mash mixture con- taining a high percentage of protein and essential vitamins and minerals. Chicks love this tasty fresh-mixed feed, made with NATIONAL CHICK Mix CONCENTRATE. They grow faster because it's made with valuable meat meal, milk by- products and vital pasture grass, See your NATIONAL Dealer today-. Look for the bright Orange and Block Sign, fi-8t CIEFITitATE 'A QUALITY rEDimIxfidR, 1:16G8 arid CATTLE • WILLIAM STONE SONS, LIMITEG * INGERSOLL, ONTARIO Fertilizo Your Crop with NATIONAL well-cured, Property.Blenried PERVLIZEk John Aldingtot Peed Mill, VAIIISTA ONICAMO . Phone Clinton 626 'r reed Mill CLINTON ONTARIO Phone Clinton 114 aaa.44,a,.............aaaaayaaa-11-0.4-4,4-11-4-dieea-e•eieieae...e.e4-4-4.....4-4-4-**4-* 4-4.4444-* demic course at RMC, Kingston last summer. He served with No. One Coy., London before moving to Clinton. Private Thornton en- listed in the Army Pay Corps and trained at Camp Borden. Trans- ferring to the RCASC 'he served at London before moving to Clin- ton. Members of the unit have quick- ly fitted into their new station. It took Private Thornton a few short days to make use of his previous musical background and join the RCAF Station trumpet and drum band as a trumpeter. RCAF PERSONALS When you move to new sur- rounding, And your friends are left be- hind When you feel a little lonely And unwanted in your mind, Remember there is always someone . Feeling lonely too, Someone who would like to make A comrade out of you. But you cannot sit and wait at home For people to appear; You must smile at those around you And dispense an air of cheer. Must try to help your neigh- bors, Act upon the Christian text; There are just as many friend- ly folk In one place as the next. Mrs. Ken Noble is convalescing nicely at her home after having had an appendectomy in Clinton Public Hospital. Congratulations to Steve Park upon being granted his commission and the rank of Flying Officer. Best wishes and farewell to LAC Dick Leslie upon his leaving for his new post at Camp Borden. Also to Cpl. Racine upon leaving for St. John, Quebec. AIRWOMEN ENTERTAINED AT CAMP IPPERWASH Approximately 160 Airwomen of RCAF Station, Clinton, were guests of the Second Rifle Batal- lion at a dance at Camp Ipper- wash on Saturday, January 17. During the entertaining evening numerous spot and dance prizes were presented by Lieutenant Col. Mathews, Officer Command- ing, Camp Ipperwash, to the airwomen and their escorts. D 1Vil NION "FERTILE COIVIPANY LIMITED 14,00:4 , Praha' 17(11/11 ledittedritirtilV4i 4ed Once standard equipment in a cotton mill, the old spin- ning "mule" has long since gone by the board. Dominion Textile's manufacturing equipment is now among the most moclern in the world. Machinery bought by our 7,239 shareholders (04,7of them Canadians) help us to turn Out top quality goods and provide jobs for the 12,506 Canadians working in our plants. But equipment improvements, such as replacing the mule, aren't everything, We have our troubles trying to compete with the products of other countries which pity lava wages. In Japan and India, for instance,wages run about 15 cents an hoot., while we pay well over a dollar ea bout. atti atrt sr:utterer "mutt" Mealbiert SPo1T$ COLUMN &meet 7a,940,04 It was a dark, muggy sort of morning, the way Boston gets when fog rolls in from the sea on March days and nights, But it didn't seem possible it could be time to get up, and still be this dark, when the knock sounded. on my hotel-room door. Drowsily arising, and brushing sleep out of my eyes, I opened up. There stood Howie Morenz, fully dressed. I said: "Howie, don't you think it's a little early to be getting up? It's still dark. Where are you going?" "I'm not getting up" said Howie. "I haven't been to bed yet. I've been out walking around the streets, thinking about that play I missed. I lost the game for the team, and there's no use going to bed, because I won't sleep." And Howie dropped into a chair, buried his face in his hands. His shoulders shook, because he was crying like a little boy. The night before, Canadiens had battled a grim overtime play-off game with the Bruins. Both clubs had powerful teams, there was little to choose between them in playing strength, and nothing to choose, either, in the balance of that particular game. There had been a face-off, and Cooney Weiland, a great little centre-lee player who at, one time held the scoring championship of the National League, faced Morons. The puck shot into the air as the sticks clashed. Weiland jumped swiftly, batted it down with his hand, pounced on it like lightning and blasted off the shot that won the game, all done more quickly than you can write, or even read, the words describing the play. Morenz was heart-broken. He felt that he alone was re- sponsible for the defeat of the team, because that's the kind of player, that's the kind of man he happened to be. In all the history of hockey, there never was a more sincere com- petitor. Nights of an important game, indeed, on the night of any game, Morenz would be at the rink at least an hour before game time, restlessly pacing around the long promenade, as high-strung as a thoroughbred that is being readied for a race. Howie Morenz died as he would have wanted it, in the harness of the game he loved. At least, he sustained in hockey the injury which led to his death. Hurtling in on an opposing goal, he tripped, fell, caromed skates-first into boards, shat- tered a leg. A great competitor, even when his blazing speed was losing glittering fire. He lived for speed, lived by speed, and for speed, he died. The hockey world still recalls Morenz, but few know he came into big league hockey against his will, over Ids own tears, in fact. But that's another story, and some day it will be written, right in this Calvert column. Your commas and suggestions for this column will bo tooloomoi by Elmer Ferguson, c/o advert House, 431 Yong, St., Tom*. Calvert DISTILLERS LIMITED AMMER...MUM ONTAIWO HEADQUARTERS 110K HELP Your doctor, health officer and The Canadian Foundation for Poliomyelitis will do everything in their power to see that your corn- munity is ready to meet an ex.. demic of poliomyelitis, The Foun- ,dation will co-operate with medi- cal authorities to see that no polio victim will go without proper care and treatment. "Brown jobs" invaded RCAF Station, Clinton, recently. Moving up from London, a unit of the Royal Canadian Army Service Corps have set up house and are busily engaged in supplying ra- tions for the "Blue jobs" on both air force stations at Clinton and Centralia. The detachment of Number One Supply Company, RCASC„ is headed by Second Lieutenant J. R. Brubaker, Grims- by and Toronto. Others in the unit include Sergeant H. H. Van Dusen, Hamilton; Private A. L. (Tony) Marchand, Windsor and Private A. F. Thornton, Kitchener. Dealing directly ,with food whole- salers through contracts let by the Department of Defence Produc- tion, they are supplying the two air force stations with foodstuffs ranging from pepper to sides of beef. The new RCASC supply de- pot at Clinton eliminates previous transportation trequired from Lon- don and is saving time and money for the armed forces. Supply problems and rations are old stuff to Sgt. Van Dusen and Private Marchand. A veteran of service with the Second Division, Sgt. Van Dusen enlisted in the RCASC in September 1939. He saw service in the United King- dom, France and Germany and re- turned to Canada in March 1945. Since the war he has served at Camp Borden, Fort Churchill, Manitoba and Oakville prior to coming to Clinton. Private Tony Marchand enlisted in September 1939 with the Essex Scottish Regi- ment and saw service at Dieppe. Transferring to the RCASC, he served in Sicily and through the Italian campaign. He was wound- ed twice, once at Dieppe and once in Sicily. He also served in the campaign in Northwest Europe prior to returning to- Canada in September 1945. Since the war he has served at Camp Borden and London. Second Lieutenant Brubaker and Private Thornton joined the army in 1951. Enlisting as a soldier, Second Lieut. Brubaker was sel- ected for officer training which he took at Camp Borden. He saw service at Fort Churchill before taking an administrative and aca- Clarry, while I run back. See you at lunch!" She wheeled about and, run-i ning so quickly that she narrow- ly missed slipping into the pond, tore across the grass in the direc- tion whence she had come. Watching, Jack saw her wave her arms to a trio of inquisitiVe chick- ens that were about to leave their enclosure. She was a cute little tomboy and (he judged) not a day over sixteen. "I ' like her," he decided in- stantly. "Bet she's damn' pretty when she's dressed up-if she ever is!" He resumed his walk down the shingled drive. "Good day to you, Master Clarence!" the old farmhand cried out as he neared the gate, "It's good to have you back with .us." "It's great to ,be back-er- Fred," Jack said, as he gripped the other's outstretched hand, "What? You remember me?" The old man was delighted. "Now who'd have thought that? Ala the master'll be pleased to- day. Two letters and here's the paper and yes!' here's another big un," -He gave Graydon two blue air- mail forms, the morning's news- paper and then fumbled In his pocket for a large oblong envel- ope, Jack gave it a careless glance only to catch his breath Suddenly when he saw that it bore a London postmark and the label of a Berkeley Street photograph- er. That could mean but one thing: he was certain of ft once his fingers gripped the stiff board. Impulsively, he slipped it into the capacious side-pocket of his tunic, buttoned this securely and smooth- ed down the flap. "Whew!" he breathed; as he wiped a perspiring forehead:. "That was a dose shave! What the devil will I do with this? I can't keep it but if it is Hyde's picture I don't dare let there see it while I'm here." (To Ile Continued) BRONOH1AL COUGH Are you kept awake by 4 nerve-racking bronchial cough? Is phlegm, so tightly Peeked le your !Almeida( tubOs, no amount of emighleg seems able to dislodge it? Templetoe's RAZ-MALI capsules are esueefally made to loosen phlegm, so' It tomes away easily sold you are telieved'of coughing and whetting. G04,4.1\4'0 for, quick fella. Ale, $1.35,at drngliiktS, • S.-46' Cf4M0.11 Nrin-AV(10.14) "7.11VRSDAY: JANUARY 22, 1$.5$ PtIG NUTX RCAF Station and Adastral 'Park News Editor: S/14 H. 1/17, KEANE, PRO No. Phene 382 Local 252 Assistant: P/0 Helen Turner Local 211 1 1 A perplexed frown knit his forehead as he stared long at the girl's features. There was some- thing very familiar about the eyes and the shape of the nose and for a: moment he was positive he had seen her before. Then the true explanation came to the nose was Mrs. Hayley's, the incredibly long lashes were Clar- ence Hyde's. He glanced at his watch-half- past' twelve. He could not re- main in his room forever; it was high time he got ready for lun- cheon. But on his return from the bathroom he paused long en- ough to smoke another cigarette while he cudgeled his brains in an effort to recall everything Hyde had told hire. He was standing by the big window as he smoked and his ob- servant eyes caught sight of tIvo great gaping holes in the turf, not two hundred yards from where he was. Bomb-craters and big ones at that! They were so close together that the gravel from one had spilled over into the second. That had been a narrow miss for Halebridge. A jerrybuilt house would have col- lapsed from the detonation but, as Colonel Hayley had truly said, they knew how to build in Tudor times. When and how had that dam- age been done? Had some raid- er, turned back by interceptor fighters from the New Forest, been forced to jettison its load as it fled homeward? It might even be that Clarence Hyde had some- thing to do with that; it would not he stretching coincidence too far for the boy had logged up many exciting hours during the Battle of Britain and the thought that he had played a personal part in the defense of his kins- man's home was an intriguing one. Jack descended the stairs and, seeing no one about and as it still lacked twenty minutes of lunch- time, decided to take a stroll in the garden. He followed a wind- ing path which led him to a gap in the hedge and, as he looked over the stile, saw in the adjoin- ing meadow, not a hundred feet away, an Army lorry with a wire- less receiver revolving slowly from its roof. A mobile CDCHL, unit! At once keenly interested he vaulted the stile and strode toward it. Before he had taken a dozen paces there was a stir in the hedge. A khaki-clad sentry stepped forward, came smartly to attention and smacked his rifle- butt in salute. "Good morning, sentry," Gray- don said with a pleasant nod. He had to say something to cover up his astonishment at this unex- pected appearance. "A CDCHL fob eh? Does it keep you busy? "At times, sir," was the, cau- tious reply. The soldier gave his questioner a head-to-toe scrut- iny. "Are you from the manor, sir?" "Yes, I am," "May I see your indentity card?" Jack suppressed a start at the totally unexpected, though quite reasonable challenge. As he un- buttoned his breast pocket and tendered the card for inspection he mentally chalked up another black against Hyde. The Isle .pf Wight might be off the beaten track but it was by no means a sanctuary from inquisitors. "Thank you, sir." The sentry returned the card after a brief inspection. Acknowledging the soldier's punctilotis salute, Graydon hast- ily retraced his steps to the stile. He realized he had been given a polite hint to stay away from that lorry. How fortunate he had come on his walk unaccomp- anied! The sentry looked to be a stolid type who would carry out his orders to the letter and Jack was positive that even the presence of Colonel Hayley would not have spared his inter- rogation. Fortunate, too, that the soldier (as his badge, indicat- ed) belonged to a North Country regiment. Thanks to the service custom of posting men to duties far from their own homes, it was improbable that he knew anything about the Hayleys or their relatives. Yet Graydon felt much safer on the garden side of the hedge. He resumed his stroll in another direction, across the lawn and past the lily-pond toward a group of majestic oak trees. From this vantage-point he turned about for a glimpse of the manor. Hyde had not exaggerated its charm; it was exactly like that photo- graph in the travel-book; indeed, the author of that volume might have snapped hie camera shutter from this very angle. What a grand old house it was! There it stood, rooted to the soil, as it had stood for centuries, its stones weathered to a shade that blended perfectly with the land- scape. Here was a house that had been a silent witness to much of the pageantry of England; a house that-- "Hello, Clarry!" The girlish voice, calling out cheerily, came from a diminutive figure who was now scampering across the lawn toward him. Barbara of course-and a Barbara clad in old slacks, a. faded sweat- er, stoekingless, but with canvas sneakers on her feet and some sort of cloth affair wound about her head. "I'm a perfect fright," she pan- ted, as she stood looking up at him. I've been cleaning the hen- house. I daren't kiss you now. I'm much too dirty." She ex- tended both hands to squeeze Graydon's in frank delight. "Hello, kid!" was the greeting he decided. on after a moment's deliberation. "You haven't chan- ged much!" "Well, of all the nerve!" she flashed. "I might have known you'd say that. But I just saw Fred coming up the road and I ran out to see if he's brought us a letter." Jack glanced over the hedge- top, (he was tall enough to do se while the girl was not) to see an elderly man approaching the man- or drive, come along with you." he volunteered. • "Just the same as it used to he," 13arbara rattled on. "You were- . always the very posh school- boy and I was a dirty-faced little brat," She smiled, revealing a dimple in her right cheek. "I still amt" grinning, Sack informed her that she had a smut on her nose, "Who wouldn't have?" she re. totted, Wrinkling that member at him. "I'd like to see you clean a hen-house!" Then with all abrupt change of manner, she added: "There should be word from Peter today. We didn't hear last post , Oh damn! I've forgotten to Shut the gate and those stupid hens will be all Net the place. Yott het the' letters, 12'111 INSTALMENT Graydon took the girl's pic- ture from the wall and gave it a careful inspection. There was neither name nor date on the hack to give him, any definite in- formation but he noticed that the mount was of more recent design than was that of Hyde's likeness. it was the portrait of a school- girl perhaps twelve or thirteen, wearing the hideous costume Pe- culiar to English schools: crested jersey, short skirt and long cot- ton stockings, A braided plait hung over each shoulder. Yes, it was the "pig-tailed school kid" right enough! Laughing Through Clouds A Story of the R.C.A.F. By SEYMOUR ROBERTSON CePYright 1952 RCASC Plan Rations For RCAF Station