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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1940-06-06, Page 2THURSDAY, JUNE 6tli, 1910 THE, EXETER TIMES-ADYQCATE i.'.."^.... i i -■■= ;—crj;ass^5S»BMM; irn—■—■■■■iimiiiinim i ■mitaniiiimw --------------------im— ---:——mm “£eap year £ady” BY ALMA SIOUX SCARBERRY ——■—MM*———BHra—MW •‘So have I, Pop.” Smoky went over and sat down on the floor and laid her head against the couch where her father could play with her hair. He had always loved the feel of the silken red strands in his strong fingers and never in her life had Shamrock suffered anything Clancy couldn’t cure with the gentle strok­ ing of his great hands on her tired head. “We're both agreed on one thing,’ the fireman began glibly. “That you are a lucky girl this business hap­ pened now! Because you can take your old father's word for it. the man is a born ehiseler, and he would have broken your heart after you had a family to take care of, may­ be.” Smoky nodded her head in agree­ ment and Clancy went on: “The most useless pastime any­ body ever indulged theirselves in, darlin’. is carryin’ a torch for some one who isn’t worth it. Mopin’ around and bein' a martyr over somethin’ that’s past and gone!” Smoky nodded again. “Of course,” Clancy sighed. “I’m mighty ashamed that it's me that got Karl in the Fire Department That’s the worst part of the whole thing. I'm tellin’ you right now. he’ll turn out to be a damn kink chaser.” That about the worst thing one fireman could say about another. Smoky looked up, surprised: “Do you really think so, Pop?’ “I’m sure of it!” Clancy nodded grimly. ‘But that’s neither here nor any other place, me darlin’. We're not worryin’ about him or that wo­ man he’s bringin’ home as his wife. Let them live their own life and and you just act like they never ex­ isted. What you got to do for awhile is keep busy. And a little change would do you good too. May­ be you’d like to go to college?’’ Smoky’s Plans “Oh, no!” Shamrock protested. “Thanks, darlin’ but I wouldn’t be spending your money on anything so foolish. I”m almost 20.” “Then,” Clancy went on stroking her head. “What’s on your mind, hon? You said you’d been thinkin’.” “I’m going on the stage,” said Smokey quietly.. “Well, now,” the father said en­ thusiastically, “that’s an idea! Sure I always did feel sorry you didn’t do somethin’ about your dancin’. 'But your heart was set on makin’. a kitchen wench out of yourself.” “I was a sap,” Smoky sighed “Oh, wasn’t I a fool! Not getting a job dancing because Karl didn’t like the idea of my being a chorus girl! That’s a laugh!” Clancy did not like the bitterness in her voice and he said soothingly: “Water over the dam, kid. Forget it! Your only a baby, and twice as beautiful as you was at 16. Filled out and more womanly. And you’ve got more brains. Now you’ll know how to take care of yourself.” Smoky laughed unpleasantly. “You bet I’ll know how to take care of myself! No man will ever make a fool of me again. You just watch me! ” Clancy hid the fear in his voice and said lightly; “Sure, I know you •could stand the whole male popula­ tion up and shoot ’em full of holes, but go easy darlin’! Remember your poor old father’s a man too.” “I won’t drown you, Pop,” Smoky looked and smiled wanly. “Because you’re different.” “Oh, am I?” Clancy grinned. “I have had my moments.” A New Fur float “Well,” Shamrock said a little later, sitting on the couch beside her father with a theatrical magazine on her lap. “I’ve got plenty new clothes to start out lookin’ for a job in.” “And anything else you’d be wantin’ you know who the banker is, baby,” Clancy lit his pipe, glad the worst of their heart-to-heart talk was over. “Tomorrow you go out and buy yourself a fur coat.” Another Bad Night Could Get No Rest To the thousands who toss, night after night, on sleepless beds and to whose eyes slumber will not come. To those who sleep in a kind of way, but whose rest is broken by bad dreams and nightmares. To those who wake up in the morning as tired as on going to bed, I we offer in Milburn’s Health and Nerve Pills a remedy to help soothe and calm the nerves and bring them back to & perfect condition, and when this is done there should be no more sleepless nights due to shat* teted nerves. The T. Milbnfn Co., Ltd., Toronto, Ont Smoky's eyes grew wide. “You don't mean it Pop! You can’t af­ ford it.” “Oh. can’t I?” Clancy took a puff. “I took a little flyer in the stock market last week and made §3OU. I was savin’ it for a wedding present for you. You’ll be gettin’ the coat?” Clancy was sorry he had said wedding present, but it didn’t seem to bother Smoky. She smothered him with kisses, and tears of grati­ tude stood in her eyes. How like her mother, Clancy sighed! Down in the depths one minute and hitting the stars the next! But he knew her excited joy was only a temporary thing and that a great long while would pass before his child would find another happiness to take the place of Karl. As much as he would miss her. Clancy hoped that she would get into a show that would take her away from New York where she v^ouldn’t suffer the agony of living next door to Karl and his wife. It wouldn’t be easy to hold her chin up on the street where she was born and raised, with curious eyes and wagging tongues surrounding her. Her Father Worried Clancy, knowing Smoky’s great bitterness, and that back in her head was the idea that some way. any way, she must show Karl and Dagne and the world that a little thing like being jilted didn’t matter to her, grew increasingly worried. Suppose her great tragedy chang­ ed her and in her desire to get even went out and make a mistake she could never erase? The next morning before Smoky went over to New York to buy her fur coat Clancy reminded her: “Re­ member, darlin’, some day this will 1 all hand you a laugh. You’ll be glad it happened when you’re a famous actress. Things always turn out for the best.” “Old stuff!” Smoky kissed him, and in her eyes was a recklessness that made her father wince. “Smoky,” he warned her from his wheel chair, turning his head and looking out the window, “you best be gettin’ hold of that damn O’Toole pride now. It’ll be gettin’ you in trouble some of these days.” CHAPTER IV Shortly after Smoky had gone .shopping Chief Ross, of Clancy’s old hook-and-ladder company next door dropped in waving a letter ex­ citedly in his hand. Karl Hetrick had written to say he was leaving the department to get married and go on a little trip before returning home. “What in hell possessed the guy to resign just because he got his hands on a little dough?” Ross was apoplectic with excitement. “Smoky won’t like that, will she?” Clancy motioned his old chief to a chair and said with a great effort: “It isn’t Smoky that Karl’s marry- in’.” “What the devil!” Ross yelled. Clancy interrupted him with a raised hand to say quietly: “My daughter has other plans. She's go­ ing on the stage, like I’ve 'always wanted her to do.” Breaking the News The chief looked at his favorite fireman as if he thought he’d taken leave of his senses. “Yep.” Clancy looked out the window. “I’ve talked it into her at last. Karl’s pretty sore, I guess, because he always was jealous of her dancin’.” Ross said dazedly: “Well, what’s this business about his gettin’ mar­ ried mean then?” Clancy picked up his pipe: “Why I believe the girl is Dagne Olsen.” He struck a match. “He’d been goin’ round with her a bit.” “Olie’s kid?” Ross asked in amaze­ ment. “Yep," nodded Clancy. “And be­ lieve me that’s pickin’ ’em. She’s a swell looker.” “B-but,” Ross sputtered, “what Smoky? I thought —- they’d always been plannin’ to marry.” “There’s many a slip,” Clancy quoted. “And ever’ girl has a right to change her mind. Smoky’s too young to marry.” ‘Oh, sure, I agree with you there!” Ross sat backhand studied Clancy’s face curiously. Something in his expression warn­ ed the old chief that it would be better to not press matters any fur­ ther. so Ross got a grip on his cur­ iosity and said: “Well, I’in kind of glad the kid is going to do something about those dancing feet of hers. Clancy Nothin' cun stop her from bein’ a big star out in Hollywood some of these days if she makes up her mind.” Clancy smiled for the first time. “You bet nothin'll stop her. She’s an O’Toole.” Glad Karl ts Gone “I guess,” Ross tapped the letter on his knee, “from the start of things it won’t take Karl and his missus long to run through with that money that uncle left. You could bowl me over with a ladder when $ read he was leavin' the department.’ Clancy shrugged: “I guess the department will get along without Hetrick. He probably turn out to be a damn kink chaser.” “He wasn’t so hot,” Ross agreed, his curiosity doubled by Clancy’s surprising contempt of his protege. For hadn’t Clancy bought the Hetrick kid a fireman’s hat when he was hardly able to walk, and carried him around on his shoulders explaining the trucks and equipment to him. Ross was much too fond of Clancy to pry further. But he went back to the station firmly convinc­ ed that there was more to the mat­ ter than met the eye and ear. Cautiously Ross warned all his men to keep their mouths closed and ask no questions and to treat Smoky as if nothing had ever hap­ pened. This they solemnily agreed to do, and there wasn’t a one of them who didn’t go around the rest of the day with a serious face. Shamrock O’Toole was their little mascot and they loved her like bro­ thers. If Hetrick had thrown her over for Dagne Olsen he was a fool. Even if Dagne’s old man was in the money and in a position to get Karl a good political job. A Changed Girl It was dusk when Shamrock hur­ ried down the street loaded with packages and she saw from the corner of her eye that the Hetrick ho«se was dark, with great relief. Clancy was watching her and wheeled his chair to the door and opened it while she was fumbling for her key. “For the love o’ life!” he ex­ claimed when he caught sight of his changed offspring. She laughed and kissed him and tossed her packages on the couch. “Look!” She pushed the big-light switch and stood back to be admired breathing fast. Clancy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But if he’d met her on the street he never would have known her. “Silver fox coat,” Smoky told him breathlessly. “Won’derful sale. Fur coats are marked down to almost nothing. So I got a lot of other things too. When I got this swell fox jacket on my other clothes look­ ed as if they came from. Grand Ave. Which of course they did!” Smoky laughed, hysterically and Clancy assured her: “You look like a million bucks, baby. I guess that will make ’em all sit up and take notice around here.” On Smoky’s red head sat a tiny dot of a hat black with a rakish red swirling little feather that picked up and challenged the red of her lips. Below the silver fox jacket a little swing skirt of black merely grazed her lovely knees. Hei’ legs were sheathed in sheer gunmetal hose and there were new black pumps with little shiny silver buckles. She Goes Sophisticated “The salesladies all said I must go in for black, if I’m going on the stage.” Smoky whirled and looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. “They said with my red hair I’m a sophisticated type and I mustn’t be caught dead in anything with ruffles or cheese cake. Or any make­ up but lipstick, with mascara on my eyelashes.” Clancy winced inwardly, but if looking as if she knew all the ans­ wers was going to make his child feel better, it would have to be all right with him. He assured her with 'a great show of ei^husiasm that she had never loolsj^ half so mar­ velous in all her <Mys. But he had never wished so de­ voutly before that Shamrock’s mo­ ther had lived to guide hei’ thro’ this most dangerous period of her life. The girl's eyes held a dangerous recklessness, matching her new clothes, and her chin was set a little too high. Her lips painted on with a scarlet slash, and her long heavily mascaraed eyelashes, changed her whole expression so completely Clancy closed his eyes and prayed when she ran upstairs to take off her clotlfes and get dinner. Later from the kitchen she babbled excitedly: “I can’t wait to get over to town tomorrow and get started looking for a job, Pop. There are several new musicals opening. I got a Variety and read it on my way home. This is going to be the big­ gest theatrical year since the World War, everybody says. There ought to be a chance for me, hadn't there.’ •“You can’t miss, baby,” Clancy called back. “Not looking the way you do in all them new things. If you get a chance to dance, you’re i set.” I “Oh, don’t worry.” Smoky warm-| ed vegetable soup left over from the- Cut&Co&U 5 Wau» *120 Z1| IIBAET double ACTING VALUIHC I BAKING POWDER BRAND day before and opened a can of| apple sauce, “I’ll get there. If I have to vamp an old millionaire with whiskers and angel my own show. The girls in the store said it certainly wouldn’t take me long to make some sucker take an inter­ est in me, with my legs and figure.” Spanking Threatened Clancy wheeled himself out into the kitchen and said severely: “Shamrock O’Toole, that will be enough of that silly talk! I know you don’t mean it. But just heavin’ you say those things gives me the willies.” Smoky put down the silver she was holding and whirled recklessly: “I’m a changed woman, Pop! A lot of good sitting home being a good little girl got me. I was left holding the bag when Karl got his hands on a little money. I’ll try being smart for a change.” “Stop it!” Clancy yelled, his face grown white, “or I’ll paddle your bottom good and red!” Shamrock looked down at him surprised. Then bent and kissed him airily. “Oh don’t worry, Pop!” She picked up the silver and began set­ ting the table. “I know a few of the answers. I won’t get burned.” CHAPTER V No one would ever have suspectecj as Shamrock walked down Broad­ way from the subway the next day that her feet and hands were numb from fright, and her heart thump­ ing like a trip hammer. The salesladies the day before had succeeded' in making her look ultra sophisticated and sure of her­ self. But her heart was far from being streamlined. Going up in the elevator of the Forty-fourth Street building that housed the Mill Theatrical offices, Smoky struggled hard for compos­ ure, and when she walked into the door down the hall she took a deep breath and wet her lips. Getting a job in a show was a matter of life and death and the only thing that would save her face. And at any cost she must not fail. Inside the door was a large room, bare except for an old piano with yellow keys and a row of chairs and benches around the wall. A door ' opened into another room and she crossed and walked in. In the Booking Office The young black-haired boy, sit­ ting with his hat on the back of his head and his feet on the desk, looked up, but neither moved or changed expression. -Beautiful little redheads were no novelty to him, and he wanted it to be known. Smoky smiled: “I’d like to see Mr. Melvin, please.” (To be Continued) The engagament is announced of Jean Alice, elder daughter of Mr, George E. Oliver, of Strathroy, to Campbell Woodward, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Walter A. Vail, Den- field, the marriage to take place quietly early in June. A small magnet never has the power to drag big things after it men attract the position to them — you never saw a truly big man in a small job. At 7 weeks your chicks are on the way to becoming money-making Fall and Winter layers. Keep them going in the right direction by feed­ ing Roe Complete Growing Mash —the feed that has helped hundreds of thousands of Ontario chicks grow into sturdy, strong, productive pullets. 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Their contacts are with the silly rich who having had tlieir removable ap­ pendices - including the vermiform - excised, turned with joy to the fash­ ionable Park Avenue psychiatrist as a newr diversion. Well, that’s all right. I certainly don’t envy the silly rich, In fact, I class them with old bachelors and feel sorry for them. If they want to mess about with their mental processes and find excuses for their peculiar reactions it is quite all right with me. But when the psychia­ trist begin to invade the sphere of normal living it becomes time for someone to ask a few questions. A few days ago a little boy who has a slightly crossed eye was taken to a hospital for examination and corrective treatment. As a prelimin­ ary he was checked up in other ways. You know the sort of thing, tonsils, adenoids, chest, heart and so on - all very proper. But in this particular hospital they have a “child psychiatrist,” too. And the boy was taken to him. I wasn’t there so I don’t know what the examination routine was - I can guess. You don’t spend years in the business of interviewing all sorts and condition of people with­ out running across nearly every kind of “ism” somt time or another. To sum up, the ‘child psychiatrist’ informed the mother of this little boy of 31 years that he was afraid the youngster was sub normal men­ tally. “The boy seems unable to concentrate on one thing for more than ten minutes.” Pish tush! and Pooh Bah! The man’e a fool. There are few parents clever enough to engage the active mind of a child for ten minutes. How then can a “child psychiatrist” hope to have intelligence enough either to interest a strange child or to gauge his intellect. Not so many weeks ago the little boy in question wormed his way into the room in which the ironing is done at his house. The iron intri­ gued him. So did the cord. Not be­ ing “child psychiatrists” his parents did not hold a stop watch on him, in fact they probably failed to real­ ize that they were watching an in­ telligence test. But they report that almost the first thing he did was to fit the two pieces together! I wonder how the “child prychiat- rist” would make out with the parts of a cream separator? I wonder what sort of hash he would make of thumbing a micrometer? I wonder if he solves the murder mystery be­ fore he ends its second instalment? We are none of us old-fashioned, I hope, that we decry all progress. But let us hope that no matter how modern we become we shall never lose sight of the old truth “as the twig is bent so is the tree inclined” Some parents tend to leave two much too “experts”. Within his li­ mitations the expert is valuable but the definition of an “expert” as “one who knows nothing at all about anything else” is a definition that is never applicable to the fam­ ily physician who knows the chil­ dren he has ushered into the world because he knows their parents and their sisters and brothers. He does not need any involved psychological charts or other abracadraba to dis­ cover their intelligence. And I’m willing to bet that the average child will show no signs of boredom in the office of the family doctor! Perhaps this comes of being middle-aged and old-fashioned too, but I find more and more folks feel the way I do about doctoring and remedies generally. This is true of my family .doctor .himself, I asked him about a cold. “Well,” he said, “you can have a prescription or two for gargles and other medicines if you want, or you can just take plenty of hot tea. The hot drink is as good as a simple gargle for your throat and plenty of fluids is part of any treatment for a cold.” . Anyway, I like being middle-aged. There is so much more enjoyment in everything I enjoy because enjoy­ ment comes despite the fact that I have looked the cause over from every angle, In other words my enjoyment is keener because I know what I'm enjoying. So do you, if you stop to think about it. Probably being old will bring its train of consolation as well. That is if one ever gets old nowadays. My friends don’t seem to. Do yours? Yet, io the mature folk of fifteen or twenty years we are old now. Einstein must be right. It Alb Depends. The Exeter Times-Advocate Established 1873 and J387 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday xiorhlni! 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