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.”
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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GET AT THE ROOT
We are no friend training camps,
make money by
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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."