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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-12-22, Page 2z THURSDAY, BRIBER 32, 1932 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE THE EXETER-TIMES ADVOCATE ■-■ Just a taste of the real thipg in Wintei’, * * ♦ ♦ ** * * These skates are just the Uneasy is the man or the <•> * ♦ thins for Christmas. animal of the scrub class. * * * * ♦ In these grim days an ounce of taffy is worth a ton of epitaphy, * * ♦ * * * *♦ ITT Useful Christmas %ifts are investments for a lifetime. that bring in returns ♦ ♦ • * * *«♦ When Britain do likewise. There's a big glossy bucksaw, has * aji obligation she ♦ * ♦ * ♦ meets it. Her best sons * * difference between a grimy checkerboard and a • •• • Happy is the land when its only problem regarding production is the imagined necessity' of curtailment, thereof, • *.*<»** iSm M iffelen Sa is ford Dear Editor: The inflation of currency is a much talked of subject these days; it has entered the realm of practical pol itics. -Efforts are being made to frighten people by the use of the word “inflation” and there is con fusion in people’s minds in regard to it. An expansion of national currency to correspond to -an increase in na tional wealth ought not to be called inflation—indeed, unless ' such in crease in currency is forthcoming, deflation and falling prices result. In a Land of Plenty, a land of bursting elevators and overstocked warehouses, we find much unem ployment, factories idling and an impoverished agriculture. The gross annual revenue of Canadian farm ers dropped by at least one billion dollars in the past four years. Farmers’ debts remain fixed in terms of dollars, which means that farmers anush sell from two to three ' times as much procluce now to pay their indebtedness as was the case three years ago. Their cost of liv ing and production has fallen but slightly. The continuance of such conditions will drive the agricultur al industry into ' bankruptcy and Canadians into as yet unknown suffering. The lack of farm pur chasing power is the direct cause of business stagnation, the rising tide of unemployment, and the huge de ficits of governments, which are re sulting in general business paralysis • Something must be done, and that quickly, which will enable Cana dians to use the wealth they pos sess—and that “something” in my opinion is the issuing of money by the Federal Government against goods and services, without inter est, in quantities sufficient to move goods and absorb services. Such action* would: Automatically increase the prices of exportable farm produce. Enable farmers to pay their debts With dollars nearer the purchasing power to those which they borrow ed some years back. the market, start factories running and thus absorb the unemployed. Lower the expenditures of gov ernments for relief of unemploy ment. Increase the real revenues of governments. Ease the railway pro«»em through an increasing volume of traffic. Stimulate exports and revitalize the West, wlith accruing benefits to Eastern Ganada. Place Canadian farmers more on a parity with their chief competi tors in Australia ano -South Amer ica. It would not:' Impair Canadian ^reait abroad, since Australia has been able t-o fi nance in London at 3i per cent, with her currency far below the. pound sterling. 2 Prevent refunding debts in New York, which involves only a change in our American creditors. Prevent meeting interest charges in New York, as these can be made in gold or goods. , - Cause the cost of living to rise as quickly as the prices Of basic commodities, and would give at the same time greater security of em ployment and increased personal revenues. 1 The economic strain has reached the breaking point.. The Govern ment can relieve the strain. Will it do it? Yours sincerely, AGNES MACPlHAIL, Toronto, December 12, 1932. WISE CRACKS A, husband, one of those things most women keep round the house; No woman cares to he the silent partner in a- matrimonial firm. -Consider well your own faults and you will have less to say about the faults of others. ----------:----------------- They’ve adopted a new set of bridge rules and nobody yet under stood the old ones. And here’s a welcome to our returning folkl who bring with them the good will and the fun and brightness of 'Christmas tide. • •••••,*• The man who fails to give out timely ideas is like a tree that fails in its season to give f^rth leaves,—'both are'dead at the top. *»•*•••• The man or the business that does not adventure a good deal is like a tank rather than a spring. He stagnates and that is the end of him. “Pride goeth forth on horseback grand and gay, But cometh back on foot and begs its way.” P.S.—By “goeth forth on.horseback,” for the most part, means goeth forth in an auto bought on the instalment plan. ** * ***** “Lafayette, we are here!” shouted Unci© Barn’s stalwarts dur- “Uncle Barn, I’m here!” said John Bull when debts Meanwhile Lafayette’s- folk fashioned ing the war. were to be paid. the defaulters. Honesty is an old quite anothei’ thing! * * * * * were -found among virtue. Bluster is ** American was condoling with’ We’ve been pretty busy!’’ An a noted British business man and had remarked that the Britisher was looking pretty tired when the Britishei’ said in the simplest way in the world, “We’ve been by his duties. He wastes does things. pretty busy.” Yes, John Bull stays right no strength in complaining. He simply • •• • * * . • BACK ON HIS JOB Dobbin smiles these days as vain, proud man is compelled to admit his dependence upon his endurance and his four sound legs and his patient friendly way of getting his owner’s ends accom plished. He is wondering in his sagacious way why there are not more sleighing parties. No one who knows this friend of man doubts fox’ a minute Dobbin’s love for the chime of the merry sleigh bells and the cheers aud the laughter of jolly pleasure seekers. Anyone1 who has felt the tiirill of the starlight, the tang of the frost aand the inimitable glide of the “bobs” will think of compar ing any other form of motion or of pleasure therewith. As Dob bin. munches his hay and watches the falling of the flaky snow, he has ing no doubts of the pleasure he can confer and of those he is will- to receive. * * * * * Enable farmers to buy .goods on Maybe you don’t brag, but if you ever caught a Targe fish, you didn’t go home through the alleys. on all kinds of lumber and shingles. Call and see for your self or phone 12 Matched White Pine $35.00 per M. A. J. CLATWORTHY Phone 12 GRANTON. ONTARIO Swearing in public, from now on will be a penal offence in Holland. In future words „like Rotterdam and Amsterdam will .have to do whisper ed. ----------,—i------------ A Kiss What is a kiss. Why surely yo.u can guess A journalist; too? Well, just a free press. Hear’people sayin’—“I don’t know what to get Uncle John for Christ mas” and “Wonder what .Sister Till ie would like?” and so. on. Don’t seem like no one was goin’ to help ’em outta then’ problems unless you merchants come to th’ rescue with Newspaper Advertisin’.—impin’ Bill WHY NOT! These wintry days are just the occasion for hikes. Why should hot this good, town organize in the way of pedestrian clubs.? ‘Folk who huddle up by the fire of a winter evening may get fat and lazy but they’ll neyer grow robust and happy. Every church should have its hiker’s club. Every fraternal order should be so advan taged. Hensail and Centralia and Crediton and Kippen and Thames Road and Dashwood are just around the corner. Why should not these places .be visited by,such clubs almost every night in the week. The soldiers in the Great War made many a hike of 30 miles carrying 62 pounds of equipment over terrain such as most of us nevei’ saw. A supper at one of these hikes together with a few songs and stories and a general feast 'of wit and flow of soul would make up an evening never to be forgotten. 'Far too many of us are creeping into the jaundice by being peevish. Let us, in-. vite prosperity by becoming hardy and jolly. * *i * * * * ♦ z THliEEV,ii<ings^d^‘Orient are, ;g gifts we traverse afar—” Steps on the porch, and a hoy’s loud but changing voice continued: . “Field and fountain, moor and mou-oun-tain, following yonder stay, o-oh!" Miss -Mary went to the door. “Come in, Dan,” she invited. “Can’t.” He shook the snow from his cap. “I just stopped in to tell you I’ll be late to rehearsal this after noon,” “AH right, Dan, I hope nothing’s the matter?” “No’nj. Just got to pick up some mending for ma.” He hesitated. “Say, Miss Mary, can I bring a visitor to re hearsal?” “Why, who is it?” “The little girl ma mends for. She’s awful lonesome, sometimes, with only a housekeeper around—” “If she wants to come, Dan, it’s aM right with me. Did you say' what her name is?” “Betty Waldren. Over on street.” “Betty Waldren? Isn’t that Waldron’s little girl? Why, shouldn’t be lonesome. Where is her mother?" “She hasn’t any. That is, her folks are parted. She says her dad is through with women.” “Parted? Why— I used to know John..Waldren—a long time ago!” “Gee! Honest?” Miss Mary blinked herself back to the present. “Of course you may bring her, Dan. Thank you very much for stopping* in.”. ' She went back to her mending and began putting it away. Were those tears standing in her eyes? Then she gathered’Tip her books. “Let me see now. Prompt book, hymn book— His child! I wonder what she’s like?— veil for Luck— I was a fool!— Oh. yes, the duster! How can I ever make a duster look like a baby? Maybe a pil low would be better?” She gave the dustef an impatient shake and wrapped Lucy’s veil around it. Then she got her wraps and set out for the Mis sion house. ; Miss Mary was directing the “Pag eant”—using the children affected by her settlement work as characters in the Nativity. She had to forget John Waldren and get to her work. It was cold in the Mission house, for fuel is expensive.1 It was dim in the Mission house, for lights were never lit until the afterglow had faded. 'The light was less dim for a moment as the- outer door opened and Dan en tered, leading a beautiful little girl. The other children quickly formed a respectful circle around them, admir ing her rich clothes. “That’s Miss Mary, over there,” Dan said. Mary!” “Oh, is this Betty Waldren?” Miss Mary longed to;’take her in her aifms, yet did not dare. ’it Bearin Elm John she “Miss though I couldn’t Imagine what she copld be doing in this neighborhood,”' Miss Mary winced at his tone. “I see- you are still doing the same work, Faithful as ever.” “My work means a great deai tq me.’’ (Hadn’t it taken the, place of love?) “Come apd watch the children practice—” Gold. Frankincense, Myrrh, Miss Mary was looking John Wal dren over. He was not the boy she had loved; he was^ir man. “I understand you’re parted?” “Yes. I—we felt we would both be- happier apart. You’ve never married?” “No.” They stood awkwardly si lent, each trying to read the other. “Don’t let me interfere,” he s;:i;l, “No, of course not.” She turned back to the children. Not let him In, terefere? If he only would! If only lie had cared to help, to understand. Gold. Frankincense. Myrrh. Plans were ipade for the morrow, and the children were go?.1': home. “Good-night, all of you.” turned. “Well, John, how like it?” “Oh, well enough. But you long in this— Hang it all, .Mary, see ing you again has made r.m realize that I’ve never'been happy in all this don’t be- "I See'You Are Still Doing the Same Work.” forget them. You weren’t a place like this. You be- real home with some one to look after you.” Nffil The pains and distress caused from indigestion or dyspepsia may be removed by the use of B.B.B. It tones up and restores the stomadh to normal condition SO that it digests food without causing discomfort. Mrs. C. O, Chamberlain, Sher brooke, Que., writes:*—"! had been troubled with indigestion and pains in my stomach after meals. My mother recommended Bur dock Blood Bitters, so I , got a bottle and after taking it was greatly relieved, I recommend it for indigestion, or any farm of stomach disorder?’ B THOSE SCHOOL MEETINGS Let’s get our fur caps and moccasins and hie us away to the annual school meeting. It will do our very souls gooa to learn or the patient efficient work that is being done in betiaif -of our chil dren, In'no walk o£ life’is there more important work being done than is being carried on ,in -our schools, cranks, fault finders to the contrary notwithstanding. Those who know the state of the schools of forty years ago would not know themselves in a well ordered rural school of today, in those* old days ferred to as tanneries. Children hated them as plodded along in their misguided way, in far too Too many of those school keepers simply did not dreii. For that reason children dreaded school and regarded the day they left its walls as the day of their emancipation, Today the exception is the child who-does not delight ill liis school. So let us see to it that wp’ll be at the school meeting to add our bit to about the best work that is being done in the country side. schools were re- many teachers many instances, uiifterstand chil- On Exeter Fair Day, an Indian, who w.as selling some herb prepara ton and who was a fluent talker, made some Very strong statements about the health of the white race, i claiming that it was far inferior to i that of the Indian race. Our atten- ’ ton was recently draw# to a report | which dealt with tubercuiosis. For. every 100,000 the death rate was as follows; Full blooded Indians 1327; mixed blood, and mote, than quarter Indian 339; mixed blood and less than quarter Indian 62; white people in the same atea, 24. These figures prove conclusively that our Indian friend of Fair Day did hob have the faicts on his side. “I hope you’ll enjoy. the boon “fcomc in, She Invited. Mary Went to Dan,” watching our your father you are! I— know him, a good many years ago.” Dan was already on the stage. “You sit there and watch,” lie commanded. “I’m Balthazar, coming with myrrh for the Christ Child. I’m going to have a a cardhoard crown on rehearsal. How like I used to neense. Myrrh. “What, ’ It was Betty’s voice, u use a doll?” “These children They don’t have blue cape and my head.” Gold. Frank a funnyzhaby! “Why don’t y< Miss Mary turned, are all very poor, fine big toys.” The door was dun entered. “Betty I ' you doing here?” “Just watching.” quite unperturbed. Here’s p lady that “John Waldren!” “You I” He clasped Miss Mary’s hand. “Mary! You’re looking well.” “So are you, dobh. Such a surprise to see yoh again. And Betty is a dar- ihig” But she Wasn’t thinking about Betty. “Yes* I thought I recognized het | down the street, SO I followed her, time. I love you, Mary. I need you terribly. Let me take you away from here forever—” “John! You do care? But these people—they’re my very life—” “You’ll made for long in a love and “Who would love and look after my boys and girls?” “I don’t know. Not . my wife, any way. See -here, Mary. There’s Betty. You could pour out your soul on her.” Miss Mary’s eyes blazed. “She’s the daughter of a snob, John Waldren,” she said, and walked away. Dan" came racing up. “Miss Mary, what do you think? Betty is going to- let us use her doll for the Christ Child!” “Why, Betty! Bless your heart!” Miss Mary hid her face In the child’s hair and hugged her. “But -if your daddy doesn’t want you to, don’t wor ry. We’ll get along. I think he’s wait ing for you now,” she said, and re leased her. Betty called good-by, but John Waldren went out without a , word. Miss Mary sat very, still, while Dan gathered-up her things. It was the same old story, after all. Her work must take the place of love. And sud denly she knew that it couldn’t. She would be terribly homesick for the Mission, but-she had seen John again. He still cared. In his way. She had already given up her best years— wasn’t that enough? And Betty—no snobbishness about her! What a thing to have said to the man she loved, Instead .of helping- him under stand— “Is there anything the matter, Miss Mary?” “No, Dan.” He gave her her books. “I’ll-^lose- up.” “All right.” She rose wearily. “Good-night.” A gust of bitter wind as she opened the dootv Was standing by the curb. John Waldren got out to her. “Will you let homo—please?” ’ Her only answer was John.” right.” open and a man What, on earth She looked “You come, knows you.” are up too. — MS1 swept iri A car “MaryI” went up take you “John.” name. “You were right, Mary, all along. Betty matte it very clear to me on the way home. But won’t you let me make tip for the past? I love you so much, Mary, I’ll do anything. Dear est, won’t you teach me to half) you In your work?” " The door Of the Mission house opened. A shadowy ligure emerged, chanting with a glorious disregard tone: “Oh, Star of Wonder, Star light—” His llstehers smiled. ‘‘Anyway, Spirit is willing’ “And that” refilled Miss Mary, ail that really fnatterS, lsa’t It?”.. and me his. I for of ’the said John Waldren. ■is /