HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1940-07-04, Page 2THURSDAY, JULY 4th, 1010 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
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Smoky looked lor T*-x. but ditln'*’
see him. In u hiile wirh she wa-
on the stage with the Ginger Snaps
smiling anti dancing, but ner heart
was in her month wild fright. Again
her legs felt like wood.
"Even if I can i dance as good as
some of the other girls." she kept
telling herself. ‘I’ve got whee.
Even body says so and that's more
important to a choru* girl than
talent.”
The Ginger Snaps were in five
num her.’, with five different changes
of costume, and Smoky was coming
out of the dressing room for the
I-*-!? numher before* the finale when
she saw Tex.
Jealous Fangs
She stopped short because Gogo
Le Maire. the star of the show, was
throwing her arms around him and
kissing him.
“You are so MARvelou.s, Tex, ’
she shrieked. “Three encores! I
thought they would never let us go.
I’m so GLAD for you. uh, you are
going to be a great star. I know it.
All the women are mad about you.”
Tex acted as though he enjoyed
having Gogo kiss him and hold her
plump little French arms around his
neck, and Smoky didn’t like it.
Finally Gogo released him and
hurried to her dressing room, trail
ed by her colored maid.
Tex saw Smoky in her strip of
orange tulle and said wrily: "I hope
those straps are sewed on plenty
tight. Or you'll sure to gosh catch
rheumatism in your solar plexus.”
She went close and touched his
arm. "Do you like me this way,
Tex?” She gave him the full force
of her big blue eyes.
He looked down at her a little
surprised. Then he assured her
solemnly: “I like you, Smoky, if
you had on red flannel underwear.
Don’t forget, we’re going to cele
brate after the show.”
"Aren’t you afraid?” she gave him
■her special wrinkly nose grin. “It’s
Leap Year night. I MIGHT ask you
to marry me.’”
Tex laughed heartily. "I’ll take
a chance.”
CHAPTER XI
Smoky’s hands trembled while
taking her make-up off and getting
into her new sleek taffeta gown, the
gown the girls in the store said
showed every line of her figure to
advantage and left almost nothing
to the imagination.
Torchy smeared cold cream on
her own round little face babbling:
“I heard Jim Chance, the press
agent, say when I wms coming off
the stage that the Ginger Snaps and
Tex Stacy were the hit of the show.
A star is born, I guess. Maybe you
aren't so crazy after all, Toots.”
Smoky said, grimly: “I know what
I’m doing, Torchy, and don’t let any
thing surprise you.”
“I’m away past that stage after i
three years in this racket,” Torchy
shrugged. Then added, excitedly:
“Jim Chance says we’ll all be having
to get a lot of pictures taken. That
we’re going to be famous as the
Floradora sextet.”
praise For Tex
“Oh, I hope so,” Smoky sighed
fervently, “And I’m so happy about
Tex. I knew he would be a riot
He’s got everything. Voice, looks—
and he can act like npbody’s busi
ness."
“To say nothing of the whee he’s
toting around,” Torchy shook her
head." You’re certainly sunk, Toots.
I hope your cowhand doesn’t turn
out to be a false alarm.”
“I’ll take a chance,” Shamrock
smiled.
But she was far from confident
inside. Tex had laughed when she
warned him that she might ask
him to marry her. But there was
no way of knowing how he would
react when he found out she was
serious.
Why wouldn’t a girl ask a man
to marry her, if she felt like it?
Women were equal! They voted.
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held men’s jobs: worked after
were married to help support
home. Was there any reason why
a girl should be afraid to let a man
iiiiow .she wanted him?
Wi’ii Smoky it was a matter of
life and death. She was desperate
ly determined to get married righ:
away, and Tex was the man fate
seennd to have placed in her way.
It seemed a long time since the
day Mrs. Hetrick had put the idea
of proposing to Karl into her head.
It hud seemed a good joke then.
For. of course, she and Karl had
been planning their own home for
so long, setting a wedding date was
only a small matter of form.
Smoky thought over all these
thing-, while sitting on a bench
outside Tex’s dressing room wait
ing for photographers and re
porters to get through with him.
Jim Chance was making sure Mel
vin’s new’ singer met all the gentle-1
mt-n of rhe press available.
Smoky Lays the Trap
Finally Tex came out. He whistled
when he saw' the orchid on the
shoulder of her silver fox jacket:
“Whew! Some guy with a lot of
money must have been sitting down
front.”
“I’ve no more idea than you who
sent it,” Smoky told him, truthfully.
“You’ll find out,” Tex predicted
helping her through the crowd that
still buzzed around the stage door.
“Nobody’s going to hide that light
under a bushel.”
“I wouldn’t be interested,” Sham
rock took his arm outside the stage
door. “Unless you sent it,”
Tex looked down at her from his
great height, smiling quizzically:
“Are you sure about that, Smoky?”
“You’re not blind,” she said, in
a low' voice. ‘Let’s go somewhere
that is nice and quiet, Tex. Just the
two of us—where we can be alone.”
"I guess you’re tired after all the
excitement.” Tex stopped. “I
thought we’d go some place and
dance. But if you’d rather not.”
Using Her Wiles
“Not to-night,” Smoky dropped
her eyes before his questing gaze.
“I just want to be alone—with you.
“Aren't you hungry?” Tex inquir
ed, puzzled.
“No.” Smoky shook her head.
"Could we take a cab?”
“Sure.” He raised his hand for
a taxi. "I’ll get you home so you
can get a good sleep.”
“I—I don’t w’ant to go home just
yet,” Smoky stammered inside the
machine. “I—I W'ant to talk.”
“Drive though Central Park,” Tex
instructed the driver.
There was a short self-conscious
silence and then Shamrock moved
close to Tex and found his hand.
When she put her head on his shoul
der the cowboy asked surprised,
“What’s the matter, Smoky?”
She turned her face and looked
up at him, hoping desperately that
he would kiss her and make it eas
ier for her to tell him what she
wanted to say.
But Tex made no attempt to ac
cept the invitation of her lovely little
mouth so close to his. Instead, his
deep gray eyes grew darker and he
said a little huskily; “What is it,
Smoky? Tell me.”
She closed her eyes touching his
hard lean cheek with her free hand.
“Why don’t you kiss me, Tex?” she
w’hispered, and suddenly the man’s
arms were holding her and his lips
were on hers hungrily.
Secretly triumphant, Smoky clung
to him an let him kiss her several
times before she pulled away to say
in a scared little voice: “Oh, Tex!
Don’t, please, you frighten me.”
He drew her to him again and
buried liis lips deep in the cleft of
her throat.
“I’m so crazy about you, Tex,”
Smoky whispered, feeling the ham
mering of his heart against her
breast. “I thought you were never
goiug to kiss me. I love you so.”
Leap Year proposal
It was a terrible lie and supersti-
tiously Smoky crossed the fingers
of her right hand as she had done
ever since a small child when she
told something that wasn’ true. Tex
was sweet and kind and she liked
him. But she felt Karl was the
only man she would ever love.
Tex’s answer was to hold her very
close and kiss her. with a passion
she had never seen before in her
life. Karl had never been one to
show his feelings too violently.
Smoky was pleased with her new
found power.
It was a wonderful thing to have
a man go crazy over you and be able
to hold your own emotions in re
serve. That was how smart women
used men, bound them to them with
strings of steel so that they would
never go away.
Finally Shamrock took Tex’s
hands away from her gently and
brushed back his damp hair on his
they | warm head to laugh softly: “You
the j do like me a little, don’t you, Tex?”
He said harshly: “You drive me
crazy."
“Then,” she leaned toward him,
breathing rapidly, “why don’t you
marry me?”
CHAPTER XII
"Marry you? Tex said in a low,
strained voice. “Don’t laugh at me,
Smoky.”
She leaned closer. “I’m not laugh
ing at you, Tex. I mean it. Will you
marry me? Please!
Slowly, he realized Shamrock was
serious, and he moved away and sat
back stiffly in the corner. She held
her breath, waiting. Her hands were
cold and her heart hammering pain
fully.
"Don’t you care for me a little?”
Smoky’s voice shook. “I’ll be aw
fully good to you, Tex. I’ll try
to make you very happy.”
“I—dont understand this.” Tex
searched her face in the dim light
of the cab. “But I believe you do
mean it, Smoky.”
“I was never more serious in my
life,” she assured him, trying to still
her trembling knees. “You think
I’ve got a lot of nerve, I know. But
I don’t see why a girl shouldn’t ask
a man to marry her if she’s crazy
about him and she’s afraid he won’t
ask her,”
He was silent and she laughed a
little hysterically: “This is leap year
you know. I w'arned you I might
propose to you.”
Tex Accepts Proposal
Tex caught the same note of des
peration in her laugh he had caught
so often before and he said tenderly:
“Poor little Smoky. You don’t know
what you are letting yourself in
for. But I’ll marry you—if you in
sist.”
“Oh, thank you, Tex,” she sobbed
with great relief, and suddenly she
was in his arms, crying as if her’
heart would break.
He held her, making no at
tempt to comfort her, and his face
eyes held a baffled, puzzled look
that she could not see for the tears
that blinded her.
Finally she sat up and wiped her
eyes to say, with a nervous, little
laugh: “You must think I’m an aw
ful fool. But I was so afraid you
would say no. I—I think I could
eat a sandwich now.”
Tex directed the driver to take
them from the park.
Later, in a quiet, little restaurant
over Queenborough Bridge in As
toria. Tex Stacy took a deep breath
and looked at his bride-to’be, still
not any too certain he wasn’t hav
ing a dream.
Her lovely little face was faintly
stained with the tears and the in
evitable mascara had run down
from around her long lashes and
smeared her eyes. The powder had
come off her nose and showed clear
ly the adorable little bridge of
freckles that were half her charm.
Tex’s First Request
“Do me a favor?” Tex asked, a
trifle uneasily. “Go wash all that
stuff off your face before we order.
I think you’ll taste better when we
say goodnight.
Shamrock looked surprise. But
she got up obediently and went into
the washroom. When she came back
there was only a small layer’ of pow-
per and a reasonable amount of lip
stick.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you
about using that make-up for a long
time,” Tex moved over close where
he could hold her hand. “You don’t
need it.”
♦ All right, sweet,” she wrinkled
her nose at him. “I won’t use so
much if you don’t like it.”
But Smoky made up her mind she
would have it out with him about
bossing her around later, after they
were married. No man would ever
get away with that. She’s made her-
helf into a drudge or Karl and what
had it got her.
Tex looked at her closely, and
her face flushed under his intimate
scrutiny. "You’re a funny little
thing,” he laughed softly. “There
are two Smokys. One is the nice
little girl I met in Astoria. The good
cook and the perfect housekeeper.
The other is a brazen little hellion
that drives me out of my mind
Which one is really you, I wonder?”
She Fan be Two Girls
Her blue eyes narrowed under
long lashes: "You’ll find out. Which
Smoky do you want?”
Tex grinned uncertainly: "I’ll
take both of you, if you can manage
it,” '
Later over spaghetti that she did
not want, Shamrock said: "Do you
know, Tex, you’ve lost a lot of your
Western dialect since I met you?
Sometimes you don’t sound like a
cowboy at all,”
"I’ll have to watch it,” he replied
chuckling, "Or I’ll lose our meal
ticket.”
The he asked seriously: "Don’t
you think (you’re taking a big
chance? Marrying a man you know
nothing about.” i
She looked down at her plate: ■
"Well, you don’t know anything i
about me. Why should I ask ques
tions?”
“But I’ve been in your home.”
Tex went on. "Met your father, You
don’t know a thina about my back
ground. I could be a jail bird for
all you know*.”
Smoky shook her head: "Are you
trying to discourage me?”
Tex shook his head: “No. Just try
ing to make you see what a big
mistake you could be making.”
Smoky said fearfully—holding her
breath: “If you want to change your
mind and not marry me, Tex—”
Hurrying the Marriage
“And have you sue me for breach
of promise,” he grinned. “No, dar
ling, my mind’s made up. I”ll marry
you if you can support me in the
style to which I have become ac
customed.”
Smoky was smitten with a ter
rible fear that Tex might be teasing
her. That he had no intention of
going through with it. He might
not be taking her at all seriously.
She wet her lips nervously: “I want
to get married right away, Tex. To
morrow.”
“Very well,” he nodded. “If you
can be ready so soon. I have a clean
shirt.”
“I—I’m ready," Smoky choked on
her coffee.
She remembered the white wed-
ing» gown in the box on the top
shelf in her closet. It would never
be used. The w'hite satin slippers and
orange blossom-trimmed veil were
useless, too, because there wouldn’t
be a real -wedding. Just, a trip down
to the Municipal Building and a few’
hastily babbled words that wouldn’t
mean a thing. At least not to her.
Smoky had a queer feeling of
unreality looking at Tex across the
table. He was a stranger, really.
She had only known him for a few
short weeks, but the next aternoon
she -would be Mrs. Tex Stacy.
Wedding To Be .Secret
Tex had grown very serious and
for several minute-- ne had smoked
and drunk his coffee and his
thoughts seemed far away. Either
that or he wasn’t very happy about
ma eying her.
Down In Shamrock’s sore heart
was a feeling that she wouldn’t, like
to see Tex unhappy. He was kind
and gallant and really the best
friend she had. It it hadn’t been
for him she would probably never
have got into Snapshots.
Did he really love her, she won
dered? His strong lean face was
even more handsome when he was
serious she decided. His jet black
straight hair and deeply tanned skin
gave him the look of an Indian.
(To be Continued)
NAME NEW
TEACHER FOR S. C. I.
Miss Martha Allen, of Wallace
burg, has been engaged as teacher
of English on the staff of the Sea
forth Collegiate Institute, in the
place of George Brown who resign
ed.
The board had previously appoint
ed Gordon Reid, of Beeton, but he
declined the appointment in favor of
a principalship in another school.
—Huron Expositor
The Secrets of a Sofa
The proprietor of a Kansas Drug
Store recently installed a window
display that attracted more notice
than anything he had ever previous
ly tried.
He had purchased an antique
sofa from a family where seven dau
ghters lial been reared and courted.
When he took it apart preparatory
to restoring it, he found 47 hair
pins, 3 moustache combs, 46 but
tons, 13 needles, 8 cigarettes, 5
photographs, 217 pins, 6 pocket
knives, 15 poker chips, 3 4 lumps of
chewing gum, 9 quill toothpicks, 4
buttonhooks, some grains of coffee
and a vial of headache tablets.
These articles, when displayed in
the window with a card that told
the story, attracted crowds that
blocked the sidewalk.
Here is a new name for money —
the other day a Cigar Store clerk
said: “Throw the dead man’s pic
ture on the counter.”
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Paton Reunion
The Paton family’held its annual
reunion at the home of Emerson Pa
ton. West McGillivray. The after-
was spent in sports and in
playing ball. The following were
winners of sports, which were un
der the direction of Ila Paton. El
len Erskine. George Glendening, N.
Paton. Helen Glendening, Ruth Er
skine. Mrs. C. Paton, Mrs. Walter-
Pierson, Harry Crellin, Eleanor Pa
ton, Willis Paton, Tom Glendening,
Andrew Erskine, Mrs. Izetta Camp
bell, Tom Glendening, Ross Hetman.
Clare Paton, Donald Heaman, Jim
mie Paton, Shirley Heaman, Pauline
Paton, George Glendening, Marjorie
Paton.
After delicious refreshments were
served, the business followed yvith
the officers re-elected as follows:.
President, Mrs. R. Crellin; secretary
Mrs. E. Paton; sports committee, Ila
Paton, Ellen Erskine, George Glen
dening, Art Erskine; lunch commit
tee, Mrs. W. L. Paton, Mrs. W- Ross,
Mrs. C. Paton, Mrs. J. H. Paton.
James H. Paton, Clandeboye, in
vited the clan to his home for the
1941 reunion. There was a large
attendance, including guests from
Grand Rapids, Detroit, Thamesville,
London, Glanworth, Clandeboye, Mt.
Carmel, Lieury, West McGillivray,
Moray, Greenway.
CIVIL ACTION OF HAY TWP.
CONTINUES AT GODERICH
Civil action of William Alexander
farmer, against the Township of Hay
for alleged illegal distress of his
chattels, by the township, to pay for
a drainage scheme that never pro
gressed past the engineering stage,
entered its fifth day on June 26th
and again adjournment was taken
to a date to be fixed to hear testi
mony of the last two remaining wit
nesses.
Several times, Judge J. L. Killor-
an advised the litigents to get to
gether and settle a case “that should
have never come to court.” Several
intermissions were taken to permit
this, but always negotiations broke
down. It is said that only $5 0 se
parated litigents at one time. Slight
ly more than $500 is involved in the
claim, but court costs are estimated
to have mounted to $1,500.
The trial opened on April 18 and
continued on April 19. It continued
Monday, Tuesday and part of Wed
nesday and the end is not yet.
The plaintiff claims that the en
tire legal procedure of the township
in connection with the scheme did
not conform with the Drainage Act.
When he refused to pay his share
placed against his property and put
on the tax collector’s roll, the cor
poration caused two bailiff’s sales
to be held.
AV ATER OFF AS CAR
STRIKES HYDRANT
West end residents were without
water for five hours on Sunday after
a car driven by C. H. Humber, of
Goderich, was in collision with a
hyrant at the corner of Goderich and
Adams streets. In the Humber car
were Mrs. Humber and Mrs. Rey
nolds and her daughter. No one was
injured, but the car suffered consid
erable damage.
The Humber car was proceeding
west in a heavy rain when it skid-
ed and struck the hydrant, breaking
it off below the ground. P. U. C.-
workers were soon on hand and af
ter working through pouring rain
managed to stop the flow of water.
The accident was investigated by
Chief of Police Helmar Snell.—Hu
ron Expositor.
OR AGO — HENRY
An interesting event took place at
twelve o’clock noon, June 22, at the
Woodham United parsonage when
Rev. A. Laing, united in marriage
Irene Emily, only daughter of Mrs.
Charles Henry, Rannoch, and J.
Raymond Crago, elder son of Mr.
and Mrs. Hartley Crago. The bride,
who was unattended, looked charm
ing in a turquoise sheer dress, white
hat and wore a corsage of pink
sweetheart roses and sweet peas.
Following the ceremony a recep
tion was held at the home of the
bride’s mother, Rannoch. The home
was beautifully decorated with
flowers. Later the couple left for
points east. For traveling the bride
wore a Queen’s blue frock with
white accessories. On their return
they will reside on tbe gr.oom’s farm
third line Blanshard.
"It All Depends”
My house, these days, is all clut
tered up with feminine fipperies,
gew-gaws, gadgets and whatnots in
general. Wherever , you turn you
run into white stuff, blue stuff, old
stuff, new stuff, you trip over
spools of thread, the two kittens
tangle themselves in braid and
trimmings, the newspaper is entire
ly obscured by patterns and no-one
can ever find the scissors. I am not
a very tidy person myself, but - it
all depends, doesn’t it, just who is
being untidy? In view of my own
habits I can’t complain.
Anyway, I wouldn’t. Indeed, what
father could when the general sew
ing bee is caused by the iminence of
the first wedding of the family?
For years I have joined in the low-
priced brand of humor that pities
poor old father. You know the sor.t
of thing, “the bride’s father wore
a worried look”, Don’t you believe
it. True, most fathers try to see that
everything that they can do to
make their daughter’s wedding
everything the distaff side of the
family wants it to be. And that
costs money, even when the cere
mony is as simple as good taste can
make it. How they love it.
There is a great deal of joy about
the business of trying to make
other people happy, and it isn't as
easy for father as for mother and
sisters. They can .sew, or trim
hats, or plan floral decorations,
really put something of themselves
into what they do for the bride.
Father, unless he is a hobbyist who
is handy with his fingers, can only
make his contribution in a more
material, less personal way. But
don’t think that the fact he has to
dip into his pocket, and perhaps
work a little overtime for some ex
tra money worries him,
I am forgetting for the moment
that there are fathers to whom the
cost of even the plushiest wedding
means nothing more than signing
of a cheque. The reason for this
forgetfulness is that for the last ten
years no newspaperman has been
able to imagine such a thing.
It all depends!
Take, for instance, this fabulous
person who can just sign a cheque
and command almost anything that
any bride could possibly decide. His
contribution to his daughter’s hap
piness will probably consist of cud
gelling a high-priced brain to dis
cover where he can find the finest
Jiand-wrought silver tea set while
you and I count ourselves lucky to
be able to run to half a dozen sterl-
ling teaspoons “to start the young
sters off” and we probably never
owned a piece of sterling flat-ware
ourselves.
I ran across a quaint wedding
custom the other day. It’s a cus
tom we can re-institute this year.
An old gentleman of my acquain
tance showed me a teacup given to
him on the occasion of Queen Vic
toria’s Jubilee. “That cup has had
only one cup of tea in it,” he said,
‘I gave it to my son on his wedding
day.” There are plenty of pieces
of china decorated with portraits
of the King and Queen available in
Canada this year, perhaps a similar
custom will grow up. It all de
pends. If I was the dishwasher
that cup would have come to an un
timely end ere this, I’m afraid.
Tea seems to be inextricably as
sociated with weddings in our civil
ization. Just the other day the
young man who is perhaps more in
terested in my daughter’s marriage
than I am and I found ourselves
relegated to a downtown restaurant
after the office closed. There was a
tea on at the house. I met him
near the office. “What do you
want to do?” I asked. “If it’s all
the same to you, sir” sometimes he
makes me feel very old - "Let’s go
and have a cup of tea. I’ll need
something to brace me up for the
description of this afternoon’s bun
fight at your home.”
It was a good idea. By the time
we got home I was very glad of
the mild stimulant - I had ’to listen
too.
This idea of June as a month of
weddings is a good one. Somehow
June seems to be the month of the
year when we feel our youngest.
And that’s a good thing for, as you
know as well as I do, there are
times when a wedding makes you
feel older than you want to feel.
But June is the month when every
thing out of doors looks fresh and
new and young but has also an
established look. It is a young,
eager month, just as the brides and
grooms are young and eager.
RETIRING LONDON CHIEF
HURON COUNTY NATIVE
Bowing to a demand from the
London city council, the police com
mission accepted the resignation of
Police Chief Harry Down, effective
October 1st.
Taking the view that the force in
wartime should he headed by a
younger man, council a week ago
asked for the retirement of Chief
Down, about 75.
Native of Stephen township, Hur
on County, Chief Down has been a
member of the city force 43 years,
being appointed chief constable 10
years ago. The commission took no
action on naming a successor.
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GLADMAN & STANBURY
(F. W. Gladman)
BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c
Money to Loan, Investments Made
Innurance
Safe-deposit Vaults for use of ou?
Clients without charge
EXETER and HENSAL1
CARLING & MORLEY
BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, Ac-
LOANS, INVESTMENTS,
INSURANCE
Office; Carling Block, Mialn Stree*,
EXETER, ONT.
Dr. G. F. Rculston, L.D.S.,D.D.S.
DENTIST
Office: Carling Block
EXETER, ONT.
CSoeed Wednesday Afternoon*
Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D.S..D.D S
DENTAL SURGEON
OffEe opposite the Post Office,
Main Street, Exeter
Office 36w Telephones Res. 38J
Closed Wednesday Afternoon*
ARTHUR WEBER
LICENSED AUCTIONEER
For Huron and Middlesex
FARM SALES A spectat/tt
PRICES REASONABLE
SATISFACTION GUARANTEED
Phone 57-13 Dashwood
R- R. No. 1, DASHWOOD
FRANK TAYLOR
LICENSED AUCTIONEER
For Huron and Middlesex
FARM SALES A SPECIALTY
Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction
Guaranteed
EXETER P. O. or RING 133
WM. H. SMITH
LICENSED AUCTIONEER
For Huron and Middlesex
Special training assures you of your
property’s true value on sale day.
Graduate of American Auction
College
Terms Reasonable and Satisfaction
Guaranteed
Crediton P. O. or Phone 43-2
USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUA1
FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY
Head Office, Exeter, Ont.
President ............. JOHN HACKNEY
Kirkton, R. R. 1
Vice-President .... JOHN McGRATB
Dublin, Ont.
DIRECTORS
W.. H.. COATES ................... Exeter
ANGUS SINCLAIR .... Mitchell, R, 1
WM. HAMILTON .... Cromarty, R. 1
T. BALLANTYNE ... Woodham, R. 1
AGENTS
JOHN ESSERY ........... Centralia
ALVIN L. HARRIS .... Mitchell R. 1
THOS. SCOTT ................... Cromarty
SECRETARY-TREASURER
B. W. F. BEAVERS ....... ........ Exeter
GLADMAN & STANBURY
Solicitors, Exeter
Lumber Shingles
Our Prices are the Lowest they
have been for several years.
If you are building it will pay
you to call and get prices.
Just think Matched Lumber at
$35.00 per M. feet
A. J. CLATWORTHY
Phone 12 Granton
We Deliver
Friendship
Raver than Gold
Sometimes given away
But never sold, <