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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1942-07-30, Page 2Thursday, July 30th, 1942 ‘ " _________________________________THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE • PageJ The Exeter Times-Advocat© Established 1873 and 1387 at Exeter, Ontario published every Thursday morning SUBSCRIPTION—$2.0Q per year Im advanceRATES—Farm or Real Estate' for sale 50c. each Insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found IQc, per line of six words, Reading notices 10c. per Un®. Card of Thanks 50c, Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per line, Ii MemorJam, with one verse 50®. extra verses 25c. .each, Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association • Serial Story ROB EDENJYfatl in her heart’ 4 SYNOPSIS ANNE LAURIE, reared at race tracks by her lovable father, TIM LAURIE, left the track at 15 to join her maiden, aunt who disapproved Ofi the life Tim and Anne were lead- Now. established several a wire is ill in take over the man­ chance to have you When he had as a eom- years later, telling her Arizona and ing. mercial artist Anne receives that her father asking her to agement of his small stable at a Cal­ ifornia track. Over her aunt’s ob­ jections, she goes. RUSTY WAL­ TON, whose stable is next to hers on ’Poverty Row’, directs her to the Wealthy Van Evers stables when she seeks direction to the Annie Laurie stables. Enraged, she re­ turns .and finds her own stables. Now Read On Rusty was still lolling against the side of the stable ward him, calmly of straw. “Very clever of “I didn’t have much talk to Tim. How long been with him?” “Just since Phoenix, got sick. He sent for me and me ship to Mayfair, This oughta be a gold mine for us. Big purses —nothin’ under a thousand, you know, and the big stake coinin’ the next to the last week of the in’. A fifty grander! Boy, could cop that!” “How many horses have Just happened., that’s all. A few I weeks of salt water beach will straighten out?’ “Anyway I don’t want no part of him? “That’s too b&d, Miss Laurie, I’d like to be friends?’ She glanced up at the man standing in the doorway and a dull flush crept from her neck into ‘Oh say baths at the Mister Pound like him — I Three Horses to as she strode to- chewing a piece Anne rag­ ed as she faced him. “Now if you’ll be good enough to tell >me where the Laurie stables really are—”r “Don’t get steamed up—it was just a gag,” he said. “As a matter of fact, the stable you want is right back of these stalls here.” “Thanks, you smart fellow, remember you—red.” He flushed and she smiled to herself. She at least had found a sore spot. She’d not forget it. “What do you want with the Laurie Stables, anyway?” he de­ manded. “Old Tim isn’t around.” “None of your business—Red.” She walked away. No Business / “Darn women, anyway,” Rusty remarked to the world in general. “They haven’t any business around stables—especially when they, dress like that dame’s dressed. Anne saw the familiar Scotch plaid colors of her stable painted on a shield and sighed. Directly be­ low the colors was a man in a chair propped against the side of the barn, engrossed in a racing paper. He was short, but heavy, and she I'll meet- if we we?” Pound She’ll have to carry laid men- good a it covered with brown' and his a large stain on baggy gray trou- vest that Anne had re- all, As far back old Doc her cheeks, was all she seemed able the - ‘moment, To Apologize sorry for the Rusty went on. you’re old around to apologize. I can do to help—just let me at gagi “I Tim’s Miss Lau- just heard girl and Any- Ford Army Trades School Popular By Lieut, Bi'iice M, I*earc© Doe Burgess was no fashion plate at any time, but he appeared even less prepossessing than usual at the moment, with his shiny black alpaca coat horse hairs, the knee of sers, It was the cognized first of as she could remember Burgess had worn a white vest. She knew it couldn't possibly be the same one—no material would stand up under such wear, but so l’ar as appearance was concerned it never changed and was as much a part of his costume as the inevit­ able congress gaiters on his feet. “Well, I’ll be a hop toad if it isn’t Annie Laurie!” he exclaimed, at last, extending both his hands to the girl. “I’m rie,” that came thing- know, “I’m quite sure you can’t do a thing for me, Mi'.’—er—Red,” she answered. His smile vanished from his face and his upturned mouth straight­ ened into a grim line as he turned, and without another word, walked away. CHAPTER TH “Only three, with Mister on the shelf. The Doc’s looking him over now to see what can be done. Then we got Countess Q. She’s a pretty nifty plater, too, but inconsistent. the load with Mister Pound up?’ “How about the stake? Tim tioned something about a three-year-old.” “Yeah, Moon Jade. Faster’n streak, an’ I think he can cut if we get any kinda breaks.” “That’s two—how about the third horse? Can’t he win a purse or two to keep us going? You know, it’s going to cost money to keep Tim in the sanitarium and our bills paid here.” “Oh, - Kokoa, you mean. He’s the fastest thing I ever see'n—can lick the stuffin’ outa Moon Jade on the flat?’ “Then what’s wrong with him?’ “He lugs out. He’ll lead ’em all to the quarter pole at the head o’ the stretch, and then he blows higli- er’n a kite. Gets his eye on the grandstand and heads right into it.” “Ever try blinkers?” “I ain’t, but Old Tim.’fe tried everything. Some nags is that way. You just can*t do nothin’ about it.” “Then why not get rid of him1? We haven’t other horse Anne remembered his hands— small, slender fingers which he handled with almost feminine grace. No matter in w-hat condi­ tion his clothing and the rest of his person might ‘be—and Anne had seen him in pretty bad shape many times—his hands always were clean, his nails neatly trimmed and well kept. Someone had told Doc Burgess, in his had been a surgeon, fore the bottle began, to play such a large part in his daily life. But all the time she had known him, he had been a racetrack hanger-on, a veterinarian, and a good one, drunk Tim, highly, in less consigned to the responded to his returned to the races to win another purse or two for Tim; Anne was genuinely fond of Doc Burgess despite his weakness, and the old drunkard, in turn, had wor­ shipped her when as a child she had traveled the tracks with father. The vet tempt at a her once that younger days, That was be- or sober, she knew, Many an able hands prized his skill old skate, which would have been bone yard, had abacadabra and any money to feed an- just for the fun of it.” Keep Him said to keep him. He’s the big race. Tim’s idea was to let him set the pace. He’s a front runner an’ll run the „o............ • goats. Moon before weight and age began to ja^u hang back, an’ when Kokoa “Old Tim ente'red in — —— j, —- —"iH.es a. irout runner thought he probably was a jockey legs ,off those other ’haf’nrcj -urnio'hi- cmrl no’s Kocan ‘ , i her catch up with him. His face was burned to the color of a tomato, and’ his short stubby hair and . heavy eyebrows were bleached to a yellowish white. ' .“Are you Sid Shore?” she de- ‘ ^Landed. | “Yeah?” he answered, negligent-! ly. His eyes didn’t raise from his ' paper. “Well, I’m Anne Laurie. I saw Tim in Phoenix and drove over to take charge.” Cliapter II rail an’ the eyed her with an professional manner. Grown Up at- grown “Not out he but up, child,” much taller, in places you) # * * It didn’t take long for Anne Jo become thoroughly familiar With the outfit so suddenly thrust into her hands and by mid-afternoon she was driving her car toward Los Angeles to find a place to live. She took an apartment not more than 10 minutes’ drive from track, paid six weeks’ rent in vance from her lean purse phoned for her trunk which come -by express. She hated to part with the mon­ ey for the rent, but remembering past bitter experiences with land­ lords when she and. her father had 'been dumped into the street in the middle of a race meeting, regarded it as insurance. Place to Stay “No matter what happens,” she told herself, “I’ve got a place to stay until the Mayfair Stakes. Af­ ter that—who knows?” A hundred dollars had been peel­ ed from her .bankroll to pay for sending Mr. Pound by van to Na­ tional City for salt water treat­ ments. recommended by Doc Bur­ gess as storing Shore had to she had Cephus Lincoln, aged colored stable boy, who told her that “Mustah Tim ain’t guv me nuffin’ sense we done lef’ Kaintucky.” ' Overcome by such affluence, he promptly hunted up a crap game in a neighboring stable and in half -an hour, was back to his customary state of insolvency. (To be Continued) the ad- and had the quickest means of re- him to racing condition, had a $50 feed bill which be paid immediately, and parted with a $20 hill to This is a war oxi wheels and treads, a war employing armoured fighting machines on a scale un­ dreamed of a few years ago. „ Can­ ada already has one complete Ar­ moured Division ovex-seas and an­ other in tlie making, as well as an Army Tank Brigade in Britain. Canada’s industrial brains have already given convincing pi’pof of their ability to produce in quantity fighting machines of the highest calibre. Alert, muscular young Canadian soldiers by the thousands are being rapidly trained to oper­ ate those machines, Behind the men on the battlefield, however, must stand an army of skilled ‘arti­ sans who must know intimately the intricate machinery of ©very ve­ hicle and how to effect repairs in a hurry, Just recently Hon. J, L, Ralston, Minister of National Defence, made this statement: “I do not know of any more important task in the mod­ ern army than the maintenance of vehicles.” Mr. Victor Sifton, Mas­ ter-General of Ordnance, said in a radio address -that “.the scientific employment of machines is the goal at which we are aiming.” The First Canadian Base Ordnance Workshop now being readied for overseas, will. largest garage and accommodate about one time, with one- working on Universal the others on Professional Cards trucks vital importance of of expert workmen huge fleets of army be “the world’s repair shop.” Realizing the training armies to maintain the vehicles in the field, the Depart­ ment of National Defence has es­ tablished such schools as the Army Trades School at Hamilton, the Mechanic’s Training Centre at Lon­ don, and countless classes in scor­ es of technical and vocational schools right across the country. Private enterprise is assisting in a noteworthy way, as exemplified by the Army Trades School operated by the Ford Motor Company of ada at Windsor in cooperation the Department of National fence. We paid a visit to school recently and through courtesy of the School principal, Mr. Frank Wales, we gleaned an insight into the important job which this School is doing. ” It is not a big school as schools go, in fact, it occupies only a tiny corner of the huge Ford organiza­ tion, but since its inception in the fall of 1940-, it has trained hund­ reds of Canadian soldier-trades­ men in the skills required for main­ taining fighting machines. • The course is of only two weeks’ dura­ tion but in that time the men, who Can- with De- this the of course have had some prplimin- ary experience in motor mechan­ ics and allied 'subjects, are expect­ ed to learn thoroughly the art of dismantling and re-assembling Uni­ versal carriers, artillery tractors, trucks, lorries and ambulances, The men come to Windsor from all parts of Canada, in the cloak­ room you will see shoulder badges of military units representing just about every province in the Domin­ ion. Their ranks include officers, N.C.O.’s and just plain soldiers. The school will twoscore at half the men Carriers and and lorries. There are six instructors staff who' supervise their work on parts, maintenance and' re­ pair, hnd who give lectures during the course, Recently some addi­ tional men ^over and above normal quota were taken on at the request of the Department of National De­ fence. Lantern slides depicting various parts of the mechanized vehicle are used liberally in the lecture-room. During the last two days of the Rord course, the men are taken to the proving ground, where they .learn to drive every type of army vehicle. At the end of two weeks they leave the Ford school and pro­ ceed to Chrysler and General Mo­ tors plants where similar schools are in operation for more special­ ized study. The soldiers then re­ turn to their units where they be­ come specialists in the care of their unit’s machines' while others will act as instructors. Entire cost of the course at the Ford School is borne by the F'ord ■Motor Company. While in Wind­ sor the men are quartered at St. Luke’s Barracks, though the Ford Company provides luncheon at the plant. The entire set-up is a strik­ ing demonstration of the coopera­ tive spirit as between government and -private enterprise running all through Canada’s war machine. ‘ on the pupils’ GLADMAN & STANBURY (F. W. Gladman) BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSAIA CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS. SOLICITORS, &c- LOANS, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Store©'*, EXETER, ONT. W. G. COCHRANE, B. A. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Phone 77 Exeter Residence Phone 74 Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Office: Morley Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoon An Answer The disgruntled shareholder was venting his wrath on the chairman of the company meeting. “Sir,” he sa^id, “I think you’re the biggest rascal unhung!” The chairman retained his dig­ nity. “ he said, “you forget yourself. Shore’s chair came down with a thump. The paper dropped to the ground. “Tim’s kid, eh?” he exclaimed in surprise. “Why I thought—” Whatever he thought, he apparent­ ly decided best left unsaid and shov­ ed a heavy hand at the girl. “Welcome, Miss Laurie. all terrible upset by Old Tim’; tin’ sick. could for “You’re been, Mr. .just sort .things.?’ “I’m glad you came, Miss. Tim talked a lot about you. I figgerin’ on whether to shoot a wire about Mister Pound.” No Wires “Don’t send Tim any wires about anything,” she -ordered sharply “Dr. Lee says he not to be bothered' with anything. Any bad news might knock him completely out.” “1 don’t know-—” “What’s wrong With Mister Pound?” ’ “Got jammed uip Saturday oh the first turn and fell.” “Break anything?” “No, but he pulled a ligament. Don’t know whether it’s worth while tryin’ to patch him up again or not. Countin’ “Why liable?” “Well old. That’s pretty ancient for this league. But the old boy has been a life-saver for your Dad, poppin* in a couple of times a month and ■keepin’ Tim g-oin* when things was tough I been him.” to keep Shore’,” of sit We was *s get- doin’ the best I does his act cornin’ into the -stretch. Jade’ll come through on the and head for the wire. “That’s the old man’s idea it might work. A lotta boys in big race’ll get buck fever when they see Kokoa wingin’ out there in front pilin’ up a big lead an’ try to stick with him. We’ll hold,Moon I Jade off the pace, -and he’ll have somethin’ left in the drive foi’ home. That’s where races is won, you know, in the last Sixteenth.” “Of course,s if you wanta get rid o’ Kokoa, I’ll look around an’ see if I can find a sucker that don’t know about him. You’re the boss.” “We’ll keep him, anyway, as long as we can. Now tell me how Mister Pound got hurt.” “It was Rusty Walton’s boy what did it. Boots McGann. He cuts over too fast an’ crowds Mister Pound and he stumbles an’ goes down.” Another Score . on as you have she said. “I’ll in and oversee Old was him Shame, too, as we been on him for eatin* money?* not fix him up if he’s re- you know he’s ten years “Rusty Walton!’,’ “That’s settle “I much, fault other one. the voice, of Walton and then Anne tflajred. another score I have to with him!” wouldn’t blame Rustjy, too Miss. It was Shore’s boy’s as much as the He should’ve took up.” Anne., whirled to face angered at the defence from this new quarter, uttered a welcoming shout. “Doc! Doc BurgesS! Where in the world did you old ^rascal?” The ^girl rushed man and threw her in a tight embrace. “Hey! Hold on! drop from, you at the startled arms about him. What is this?” he grunted, pushing her away and peering at her" through thick lens- shabby old pan­ head was pushed the abnormally ed glasses. The ama hat on his back, .revealing high forehead. Perspiration from his brow had trickled down on either side of the divide of his bulbous nose.great Sudden Assault mouth was open with mixed with alarm at sur- this full His prise, sudden assault, and it was a minute before he was able to focus his eyes on the girl smiling ttp at “You’ve commented, sorta-er-filled used to be flat as a board.” “And you hair—last time I saw you, it was in pigtails down your back. Now it’s a mass of brown curls. Where’d you get ’em, beauty shop?”' Anne laughed. “Don’t you remember, my hair always was so curly neither Tini nor I could do anything with it. He knew how to braid, So that seem­ ed'the easiest way.” “He’s braided enough horses’ tails in his time,” Burgess confirm­ ed. “But I’d have known those big blue eyes—though, somehow, they don’t seem quite as big as they used to. Your face was thin and you seemed all eyes. “I’ve been eating regular, Doc,” Anne laughed. “In those days, sometimes we didn’t you know. My face has filled out a bit, too.” a mighty sweet doestn’t seem >tof 'much.” 9 9 “You’re still child—schooling have spoiled you Back Room things to retired to A Pimple Bwered Face Kills Maiiy a Romance Th© lives of many young people are made by the breaking but of pimples, arid you probably know of cased1 where a promising romance has been spoiled by those red, white, festering and pus filled goto© eft the toed, , „ , * . Th© trouble is hot so much physical pam? but themental suffering caused by the embarrassing disfigurement which Vbry often makes the sufferer ashamed to go nut m company. The quickest Way to get rid of pimples iS to improve th6 general health by a thorough cleansing of the blood. , * .Burdock Bleed Bittern helps to cleanse the bleed and with th© bleed cleansed the complexion should clear Up. Th® T. Milburn Co., LlaaltccL Toronto, Ont. They had a thousand say to each other and the back room at the end of the stable to say them. Things that had happened to Iboth of them, since she had left the gypsy life five years before to settle down to respectability in the city. “So you're taking over for Old Tim?” Burgess commented / after the past had been pretty well brought up to date. “Well, you’ve got a couple of good ones in your string—Kokoa and Moon Jade. “Tim had a great break when he picked them up as couple -of years ago. managed to hold on to know. It’s been tough “I’m glad to find one Anne told him. “You straight on a lot of things I don’t know. It’s just like starting all over again, for me, and I’ve got to click right away, It costs money to keep Tim where he is, and he’s got to stay there if he’s going to get well “Don’t trust Sid too far. gess warned, his voice sinking most to a whisper. “Tkn told me that. I’ll keep eyes open. But it’s so hard to tossed into something like this, and no one to ’turn to?1 “You have me, neighbor’s a good- tneah?* “Rusty?” Anne yearlings a How he’s ’em, I don’t going.” old friend,” can set me Stay there a long time? Rur­ al- my be child, and your boy. Rusty, I flared* ing mean jokes on girls enough, but deliberately horses-—” “Take pleaded. x blame for when he has jam up one “Play- is bad his boy of our it Anne,” was no Burgess more to easy, 'Rusty that accident than I was. 08808 I t « ( Q PEND a day or two each Wedfc on the farm during harvesting. Join the thousands of Farm Cotnrridndds who are prepared to "close up shop’* or lay down their tools fdf a time, if necessary, to "raid” the harvest fields and help ensure the safe harvest of millibns of dollar's worth of precious fobd. Farm Commando Brigades are springing; up in Chambers of Commerce, Boards of Trade, Service Clubs arid Churches all over Ohtario —bringing together townsmen who are will­ ing to triake a direct, patriotic contribution to the Wat Effort and gain the good-will of neighboring farmers at the same time. If there is’ no Tarin Commando Brigade forming in your locality, take it tip xfyitfi your Service Club, Board of Trade, Chamber of Commerce or Church Executive and get your local Brigade started at Once. The need for a great emergency resbrvd of Farm Commandos is urgent. THS "sfak'e” is tremendous. 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O. or Phone 43-2 USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Exeter, Ont. President ......... JOHN McGRATH Dublin, Ont. Vice-Pres...... T. G. BALL'ANTYNE Woodham, R.R. 1 DIRECTORS W. H. COATES ........ Exeter JOHN HACKNEY ... Kirkton R. 1 ANGUS SINCLAIR ... Mitchell R. 1 WM. HAMILTON ... Cromarty R. 1 AGENTS JOHN ESSERY ............... Centralia ALVIN L. HARRIS ............... Mitchell THOS. SCOTT .......... Cromarty SECRETARY-TREASURER B. W. F. BEAVERS ........ Exeter GLADMAN STANBURY Solicitors, Hx'eter KILLED BY LIGHTNING Mr, and Mrs. Chris. Erb, of the Bronson Line, Hay, received the sad news of the death of their niece, Mabel, eldest daughter of Mi*, and Mrs. Chris. Eichelberger, of Hebron; Indiana (nee Adeline Bechler) for­ merly of Zurich, which occurred recently. A bolt of lightning which struck a tree glanced in through a window and killed her instantly. She was 18 years of age. Mr. and Mrs. Chris, Erb, Mrs, Ervin Gin­ gerich and Mr. and Mrs, Will Schrag of Zurich attended the funeral. ■