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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1940-10-10, Page 7THURSDAY, OCTOBER lOtii, 1U1OTHE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE PRICE OF PATRIOTISM — New England Cranberry Growers report there will be a decided short­ age in the crop this year — and just when a lot of folks were look­ ing .forward to a double Thanksgiv­ ing again this year. Or, are we?♦ ♦ * When one of the local pastors was informed that his salary had been increased $20 0 by his congre­ gation, he replied: “I refuse to accept it. I have enough trouble already trying to collect my pres­ ent salary.” * ♦ ♦ NEW PHASE OF WAR Put the hammock in the attic, It’s too cold for it outside And its mission is completed - Lucy Ann is now a bride. ‘Lay aside the tennis racket, Now that she has got a man. Mops make better exercisers, For a Mrs. Lucy-Ann.* * * The trouble with the average man is that he seldom increases his av­ erage. * * * A golden wedding is when a couple have gone fifty-fifty.* * * The present day ‘.big gun’ in business is the one that has seldom been fired. * * * SLUGGED IN JERICHO CANYON In a frontier village, nestling close under one of the mighty Rocky Mountain ranges, down which, through a picturesque can­ yon, came rushing and tumblng a beautiful stream, a good woman gathered children on (Sunday after­ noons and told Bible stories. One Sunday she told the story of the “Good Samaritan,” in which the children were much interested. The next Sunday she asked them if they rememlbered what the les­ son was about. Hands went up in all directions. In front of her sat a little boy who, in his eagerness, rose to his feet, holding up both hands. “I know mam; I know all about it. It was ‘The Hold-Up in Jeri­ cho Canyon,’ ” he said. “No, No, Johnny,” replied the teacher, “it was a Bible story that I told you.” “Yes, mam,” he said, “a chap was going up the canyon, and some fellers came out of the brush and slugged him, put him to sleep, took away his wad, and left him lying in the trail all covered with blood and" dirt. Pretty soon a doctor came along, and when he saw him he said? ’he ain't none of my medicine’ and hit the trail and went up the canyon. Then a preacher came along, and he saw him and said, ‘I ain’t goin’ to monkey with him’. He hit the trail and followed the doctor. Then a cowboy came along on his foronc; just a good, honest cowpoke. When he saw him, he lit off and felt him. He wa’n’t dead. He looked again. They’d got his wad and left him sure in bad shape. So he pulled off his wipe, rubbed the blood off the feller’s face, picked him up and put him on the krone, and took him up the trail till he camo to a road house. Then he called out. 'Hi, Bill. Come out here Here’s a chap from down the can­ yon. They’ve slugged him, got his dough, and left him in bad shape. You must take him in and take care of him. Here’s my wad, and if there ain’t enough to pay you, when I come back from round-up I’ll bring you some more’ ”. * * * Mayme :(on crowded subway): “Wotcha got in that package, Ba- • die?” Sadie: “One o’ them portable radios.” Mayme: “Chee. If you can tune in “The Star-Spangled Banner” may­ be we can git. a seat.”* * * One Sunday morning, after get- tin Monday's column written, I was talkin with Jiminy Crickets who ‘just happened to be passing - saw a light in the office and thought I would drop in’ - and among other things he told of the fine music he heard at church that morning. I remarked that I too had heard a great choir - the birds singing in the trees. “Well,” said Jiminy, “there are some birds in that choir that I wouldn’t mind flocking with.’ Which only goes to prove that hers are as important as hymns - even in church.* * * The hen-pecked gent claims he has been married twenty awed years.* * * The Leading Lady He: “Did you ever hear of the joke about the travelling salesman? She: “I’ll say so. I am the farmer's daughter.”* * * LISTEN, Man. There is only one kind of criticism to. fear - the re­ buke of one’s own conscience. Dare to live up honestly to the dictates of the still, small voice within and you needn’t bother overmuch about the blatant, envious, tearing - down voices without. Run your business and your life as though you had only to answer to your Maker for what you do, and to hell with the Joneses and what they say or think* * * We Lost the Bet We were having lunch one noon a couple weeks ago with our ‘boss’ (his treat) and after discussing pol­ itics, the foreign situation at home [ as well as abroad, - we got to talk- | ing about radio broadcasting. This naturally led to the subject of ‘Fan Mail’ —■ how some programs brought more mail, letters and telegrams of approval as well as criticism, than others. Knowing that Radio Listeners number in the millions while our readers numbered in the dozens, we bet the boss that if we made a special appeal for Wilkie and Roose­ velt jokes, we’d get enough to fill two or three columns — and — he took us up—.* * * Contributory Ncgligence Post Lards came in by the score Day by day, more and more Poems saying it was hot - A note suggesting I be shot. Three wheezes of a purple tint, The kind of ‘stuph’ I dare not print. A few good paragraphs far too long A mother-in-law joke and a ‘devils’ song. By the peck and by the bail, These comprised our daily’s mail Why can’t contribe be fore terse When they send their prose or verse? No, I didn’t win the bet With YOUR help, I’ll make it yet, If you don’t get too solemn When you fail to ‘make’ the column. Worry is the interest people pay on trouble before it comes due.# * * “I know two men, one of whom is very happy and one of whom is very miserable. The essential dif­ ference between them is that one loves the beauty .of the world and the other hates its ugliness.” Stubborn Cases of Constipation Those who keep a mass of impurity pent up m their bodies, day after day, instead of having t removed as nature intended, at least once in every twenty-four hours, in­ variably suffer from constipation. Tho use of cheap, harsh purgatives will never get you any where as they only aggravate the trouble and m- iure the delicate mucous lining of the bowels, and are very liable to cause piles. If constipated take Milburn’s Laxa-Liver Pills and have a natural movement of the bowels. They do not gripe, weaken and sicken as •many laxatives do. The T. Milburn Co., lad., Toronto, Ont. Make ’em unusual, serious, witty, I don’t care if it’s just a ditty. Cleverness is a jewel rare Keep on trying, we’ll be fair. A hearty ‘thank you’ Column Fans Post Card writers and also rans Boy, Some paper from the shelf, I’ll have to write some lines myself.* * * Crying - a tear-provoking' motion picture shows (except in the case of shonic weepers) - is evidence of imagination — an important phase of intelligence. * * * •LIFE will give us whatever we put in it. In a way, it is just like a bank. Put joy into the world and it will come back to you with com­ pound interest - but you can’t check out either money or happiness when you have made no deposit. So, when you begin to feel blue or forlorn (as we, all do at times) just think this over: we get out of life just, what we put in it.$ * # Whenever a small college licks a great university, it’s just a prac­ tice game. r -—the colonel We are looking to our local science master to show us how to can those falling leaves for fuel purposes. ******** Those fine early October days. Was ever there fine weather more welcome? Was ever there fine weather made better use of? Like Olivei’ Twist our request is for “more.” ******** Word has come to us from usually reliable sources that the Dilatory Bachelors have rented a room for their winter meetings over one of the blacksmith shops. It’s a new experience for farmers to be writing down in their diaries that they finished harvest in the first two weeks of October Some very old diaries tell a similar story. ***** * * * The heavy rains of the late summer and early autumn have made ground conditions difficult. Early plowing, especially on the heavy land, has made the surface decidedly hard a condition that renders it difficult for the soil bacteria to do their work and which involves an extra working of the soil. But that’s the way things are, so why complain? ***** *** HAS IT? Has stook threshing made you rich or has it cost you quite a pile in the way of excess cost of gasoline and oil to say nothing of grain and straw that has gone the way of all things left to the mercy of the elements? Why allow waste of both roots and grain? It’s all worth cudding on. ****** * * “THAT ROOSTAH” “There’s a man ovali there in Lunnon oo ’as been maikin’ a complaint to the Lawd abawt a bloomin’ noise. No it hain’t ’Err ’Itler and ’is blawsted bombs. Naw one caihs tuppence abawt those nawsty things. Naw, ’es complainin’ abawt a bloomin’ roostah that waiks 'im up abawt four a.m. by his dabed crowin’. It is all very well for this beast to crow a bit ovah ’itler’s failure to scaih Johnny Bull but foh ’im to do so at such a beastly ouah as foah simp­ ly is not cricket and our Cockney brotha will not ’ave it and Mr. Mayah is expected to step lively abawt it, doncha knaw? ******** A DISCOVERER We came upon a youth the other day whom we have seen grow from boyhood too young manhood. He has done no end of hard work on his father’s farm, plowing, seeding, feeding hogs and cattle and looking after the dairy herd. He is proverbially cheerful and full of the best of spirits. He plays a fine game of baseball in sum­ mer and does well on the local hockey team. He is broad of shoul­ der and light of step and noted for his way of getting on with the other young men of his community. “Hard work evidently agrees with you?” we suggested. “It always does if you do enough of it,” came the reply that has set us thinking. We cudded on his answer as we thought of the difference in our muscles the day we finished digging our garden and the day we did our first digging therein. * * # * # THE PLAGUE OF SQUIRRELS Lice and flies made life miserable for Egypt at one stage of her history and now black squirrels have invaded Exeter. Nature lovers gave themselves no rest till the little pests were protected by law and now the little pests have invaded cellars and pantries and parlours failing ato destroy nothing they can get their mischievous teeth into. When once they get into a house all the tinsmith and carpenters and painters and masons and calkers cannot get them out. There is nothing edible these miserable creatures will not attack and des­ troy. Here’s wishing that those folk and their heirs who got this law protecting the squirrels onto the statute book may soon have a visit from one of the most destructive aspects of animal mischiev­ ousness known to man. Some one should read the squirrels the fable of the boys and the frogs. ******** SPREADING Yes, the agents of wai’ are getting the whole world into it. Japan now has definitely joined in with Italy and Germany for the ruin of the world. The day was when the water in a child’s sand pail would have put out the flames of this conflagration. Now all the oceans of great Neptune will not extinguish the .blaze that threatens to consume the world. Bo much for half measures when thorough work was required. So much for assuming without any show of warrant that men are inherently good and peace loving. And so much to support the doctrine of the depravity of human nature and so much to disprove the doctrine of a pre-arranged harmony. Yes, and so much to demonstrate to the world not already in flames that it must stand with every one who stands right and to forget politics till the world is set agoing on the right track. Every hour now is fateful and must be used up to the limit to get the war out of the way. The baby killers and the women murderers must be dealt with after the manner they are crying for. ******** NEEDS LOOKING INTO Word has got out that what we ordinarily mean by dry goods are to have their price advanced by about ten per cent. Now why is this thus? The big fellows tell us that the war is making it ne­ cessary for them to pay higher wages, that the war is making it difficult to get raw material and that transportation is becoming more and more costly. That is all very good. Bu why should the consumer, the party who makes the last purchase of the goods .be required to pay the major part of the shot? Why should not all parties in the Dominion share and share alike in paying for the war? Why, for instance, should the thrifty soul who has made pro­ vision for his old age be obliged to pay two per cent, on his income cheques and in addition be compelled to pay ten per cent, or any other’ per cent, on his dry goods? There’s a nigger in the financial woodpile who needs poking ou‘t that all may see just how things are. Where a common cause requires lawful support, we do not see why anyone should have a chance for nest feathering or for passing on the cost to the other fellow. ******** THE REAL HARVEST The best harvest of these parts is not its wheat and barley and corn but the boys and girls of countryside and town and village and city. That has been said before. Well, it requires saying till adults one and all seriously and practically believe it. Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey, when farmers train their colts and women nurture poodle dogs and flowers but let the children run wild. We have attended a number of Autumn'rallies on Bunday School and have been impressed by the earnestness and good judgment of those in charge of Sunday Schools. We have been still more deeply impressed by the .fewness of adult Sunday School workers. Let all who give excuses rather than service in the interest of the Sunday School re­ member that one child kept going straight is worth a dozen reclaimed aftey they have been trailed through the slough of evil. Rarely does a youngster well trained in Bunday School ever go permanently wrong. Someway or other, the Sunday School puts a control on a child that keeps him in living union with the best things of life. We had better think of these things and hie us off to the Sunday School and put in our best licks not only for the children’s sake but for our own defence. ******** WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Japan, when the Germans were winning, cast in her lot with the Germans and the Italians. Now that the tide is likely to turn, Japan is not so sure as to her conduct. Like the turkey gobbler she is wringing what she calls her soul to see the side of the fence where most peas are to be found. She is tho full fledged buzzard of the Pacific. As the Axis powers are bound to discover and Britain and her Allies are well-advised to admit Japan cares only for herself. She has no moral sense and no human sensibility. We are not in her secrets but she seems to be doing a whole lot of talking about this and that. That is not the real Japanese way. She forms her won plans and then springs with vulture-like ferocity upon her vic­ tim. It is what japan does that reveals her policy. Her talk is designed to deceive her enemies. Meanwhile Japan will be good the longer the more thoroughly she is aware that Canada and the United States can overmatch her gun for gun and plane for plane and man for man. She’ll be good the minute she realizes that the minute she disturbs the American eagle and the Canadian beaver she starts something that will stop only when her power in thing of the past. * GET AT THE ROOT We are no friend training camps, make money by ******* the pacific is a i i of the wet canteen at our That canteen is there .because some one wants to supplying an article that does no one any good and that has wrought tens of thousands of unreckonable harm. Still less are we in favor of the smuggled in bottle, an agency for the hurt of everyone, that has been the undoing of many a fine lad and brave man. do not propose to stop there. We oughly convinced that the beverage menaces every thing good in him. sured of this in their own minds, think nothing el»e on this subject. But we wish every soldier to be thor- use of liquor is a practice that We wish the soldiers to be as- We wish everyone of them to Yes, and we wish every officer to think the same thing and to talk this thing and to think and to talk nothing else. And by every officer we mean just what we say. Lord Roberts could give a reason for his convictions that coincides with our own on this point. The cure for the wet canteen rests largely with the army itself. At the same time we believe the go­ vernment would be well advised to deal with drinking without a smile on its face. Stop Signs at Lucan Advised Probe F. Neil’s Death The death of iFranklin Neil, aged 80, of 7 Bellevue avenue, London, on September 23, the day he was discharged from Victoria Hospital after a month’s treatment for au­ tomobile accident injuries, was a result of the traffic crash, a cor­ oner’s jury decided in the county police courtroom at London Thurs­ day evening of last week. Mr. Neil was father of Mrs. J, Hubert Jones of Exeter. The jurors expressed the view that E. G. Silverwood, London busi­ ness man, and driver of the car which collided with that of Mr. Neil at a gust 22, limit of miles an They gave the further opinion that Mr. Neil did not see the Silver- wood car approaching and then re­ commended that stop signs be in­ stalled on streets crossing No. 4 highway in Lucan. Police had testi­ fied there were no stop signs at this intersection with the highway. Mr. Neil, former prominent Bid- dulph livestock shipper, was cross­ ing the highway eastward, and Mr. Silverwood was northbound, when the front of the Silverwood car struck almost the centre of the Neil car, the jury was told. Estimates Speed I William Lawrence, passenger in j the Silverwood car, “felt we weren’t going fast.” Dr. Ivan Smith, who performed the autopsy, attributed death to a sudden stoppage of the blood sup­ ply to the lungs, which he blamed on blood clots originating in the right thigh. He thought the result of the accident predisposed the pa­ tient to the blood clot. Dr. J. E. McGillicuddy, told of allowing the patient to go home only when he was able to walk in the hospital corridors. He believed the blood clots were linked to the traffic crash. “My Father is not such a long while ago, STEWART — JONES It my Father, that they brought you out here to your final resting place. Today I have .come alone with flowers to beautify the spot and to pay humble tribute to your mem- to be near you - if only for a while. me, your son, you are not You have merely passed on as- Lucan intersection on Au- was exceeding the speed the village which is 30 hour. Traffic Officer Lemon said skid marks were 74 feet behind the Sil- verwoods car, and department of highway calculations were that un­ der favorable conditions, a car go­ ing 40 miles an hour should stop in 71 feet. Traffic Officer Gilchrist, wear­ ing an arm in a sling from another collision, said Neil told him he had made a full stop, didn’t see any­ thing coming and then proceeded across .the highway. Mr. Silverwood told him he saw the car stopped and believed it intended to remain there until he had gone through, he testified. Mr. Silverwood was “confident” he was not going more than 30 miles an hour, and at the time of the impact, was going only five to ten miles an hour. The last 14 feet of the skid may have been partially caused by momentum of Neil’s car, he believed. He couldn’t recall hav­ ing seen it stopped. Dr. P. J. Sweeney, that 50 times in five presided over inquests had heard a driver say he was go­ ing more than 30 miles an hour. coroner, said years he had and not once Autumn leaves, gladioli and ters were the decorations in Gran­ ton United church when Rev. L. C. Harvey united in marriage Edythe Marie, daughter of Charles Jones and the late Mrs. Jones, to Wil-> liam A. Stewart, son of George Ste­ wart and the late Mrs. Stewart. The wedding march was played by Mrs. William Duffield, organist of the church. The bride, given in marriage by her father, was lovely in a gown of white silk net over sa­ tin with short circular train and trimmed with chantilly lace. Her fingertip veil fell from a halo of orange blossoms and she carried a shower bouquet of Johanna Hill The bridesmaid, Miss Ione Jones, sister of the bride, wore a floor-length dress of turquoise blue mousseline de with matching a bouquet of forget-me-nots, and Sandra Stewart, nieces of the groom, frocked in yellow and carry­ ing colonial bouquets were flower girls. The bridegroom was attend­ ed by Robert Barthel, of Stratford. The ushers were Victor Smith and Bev. Westman. During the signing of the register, Miss Mary Stewart, of London, sang. Following the ceremony a reception was held at the Glen Allen Villa, Glendale, for 30 guests. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart left on a motor trip through the Muskoka district, and Eastern On­ tario, the bride wearing a soldier blue dress, navy coat and accessor­ ies and silver fox fur. They will re­ side on the groom’s farm in London Township. survive in the hearts all those who knew All of the qualities noble are still of this roses. sile over taffeta, turban. She carried talisman roses and Shirley Dickinson to manhood and have my own, I know what you to leave behind you held most dear. CTediton Horse Wins T. at Oliver Grattan, owned by Yearley, of Crediton, was first the 2.20 class at Brigden Fair, time 2.14. He was second at Teeswa- ter Fair in the 2.18 event. ory - little To dead, to that eternal peace which mor­ tals cannot conceive. The real YOU lives on. Yon and minds of the real YOU. that made you earth in that they are cherished by those to whom you were as a bene­ diction. All of your little faults are forgotten long ago — obliterat­ ed by the greater quantity and quality of your virtues. I remember how proud I was of you in ’98 when you put on your uniform and marched away - a volunteer - to fight for God, your Country and your Home - for Mo­ ther and me. You didn’t need to be drafted — when your country’s call came, you knew your duty and you faced it bravely. Now that I have grown a family of it meant to those whom In life, you were rawhide tough when need be, but to Mother and me, you were kind and gentle — too tolerant perhaps with a mis­ chievous boy and too ready to shield than punish. (But I do remember two lusty and well deserved lick­ ings.) Now that you have journeyed on and the years have brought me a fuller understanding, I see more clearly the many angles of your worth — things seem to be so or­ dered in this existence that full ap­ preciation of Fathers is a matter of perspective. No, you are not dead my Father - only clay has returned to clay. Your influence for good, your know­ ledge, your philosophy, your toler­ ance. and your kindliness continue on down thru the years. God grant that I may be worthy of all self­ denial and self-sacrifices my hom­ ing into this world made neces­ sary. (''Hilton Men Enlist You believed that us or punished us our actions and not our - our deed rather than But I am going to one prayer:I I I). Thorndyke, of Clinton, is wait­ ing his call to report for duty in the RjC.A.F. He passed his medical ex­ aminations successfully in category A and was advised to hold himself in readiness to report for duty at short notice. Hugh Hawkins who enlisted in the engineering corps In R.C.A.. London, has been advanced to the Ordnance Corps. I am not much, on the ‘praying side’ —and, as I remember it, you weren't either. God rewarded according to intentions — our desires, chance this “God bless you and grant in His spiritual kingdom some of the joys that were denied you in His ma­ terial world — may my son grow to be i man as was my father."