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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1943-03-25, Page 7THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 25th, 1943 ST r*niuuumuiiuiiiiniiijuiuuuiiiuiuuiujm Paga T “Secrets in Love”'The M Spof by Phyllis Moore Gallagher Sports night, March 18, the School basketball team in a wide open, cleanly with the Jaboys of No. The airmen won with J the slight margin of 30-24. The j game was played at the airport. A 1 return match is expected soon at the local gym. when, tecuII 'yield tfie ufanosi to flavour, aliiy fe of'supreme importance. m a 'W a m an I Thursday i Exeter High was defeated fought game 9 B.F.T.S. f r»j First Edition qf the Exeter High School Paper niiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiinuiniuniuiiiuiiiii The following excerpts are taken ’from "The Ink Spot", the Exeter jHigh School paper, read by Dorothy Green at the commencement exer- Jast. A num- jber of jokes, both on pupils and teachers, as well as several other articles have been omitted for lack of space: Exeter H.S. Honor Boll a little and a long, slim body. She thought: "I do like Paul. 11 like him better than any 'man I’cises Friday evening know, And I could make him happy. I could be a little happy my self and never completely lonely again. Why lose all happiness be cause the very best Is gone. I could spend the rest >of my life being grateful to Paul because he had sav ed me from loneliness. And grati tude is very kin to love,” She wanted to tell Joan all this. But always she had had a healthy.1 contempt for people who dragged; their personal problems out into the1 open, who shoved their indecisions Of Ugf "The Art of Listening”, off on some one else’s shoulder, Soj Listening is a high art, practis- she told Joan none of this, Jed, perhaps, more commonly than Joan looked at Peg now and saw > might he supposed, but not by any that there wasn’t any glow in her;means universally. It is a gracious eyes or on her lips. All the light,and courteous thing to listen to seemed to have left her except the , what others have to say and it is a crowning brightness of her hair as1 way by which one gains information it curled about her slender face. She and wisdom for oneself. Not to lis- believed firmly that Peg was grief- ten is to miss not only an opportun- ing for Hewitt. That all the gossip ity to be polite, but also a possible she had heard about Hewitt and; means of self-improvement, Thalia when Hewitt had been vaca-1 tioning in Florida must have been1 perfectly true. That was why Peg had broken the engagement. She! couldn’t look at Peg without 1’ealiz-; ing that something precious and ' vital had gone out of her. Changing the Subject She said then, very quickly; “Peg everything will come out all right. It has to. It wouldn’t be a decent world at all if it did horrible things i to you. I don’t believe I’d want any J part of it if it did." In less than.) twenty-four hours Peg would look' back on Joan having said this and) she would wonder, dully, if Joan’ had had a prescient warning of im pending tragedy. And then Joan was saying, be cause she wanted awfully to change the subject, and Anthony was cer tainly a safe enough one: “Look, Peg, in Anthony’s last let ter he sent me this . ." she dug in her purse and brought out a snap shot; a snapshot of a very tall young man standing in the Tuilleries with Napoleon’s stallions like silhouettes in bronze against the Paris sky. A girl hung on his arm. A possessive young girl with fail’ hair and a lovely, radiant face tilted up so tliati issues her eyes might meet his. Joan said, handing it over to Peg: “It’s grand of Anthony, isn’t it? It makes me so damned homesick for him. Pretty good of Evangeline, too. But you never met Evangeline, did 'you, darling?’’ And then, all at once, Joan was completely silent, hardly breathing, staring at Peg. Her Soul Bared It was, she thought, like looking at a, naked soul. In that moment Peg 'Was unconscious of her pres ence, perhaps of her very existence; Her head was bent a little, the eyes were turned downward so that her lashes lay like fans on her pale cheeks. The sensitive lips were pressed to gether firmly, but not enough to withhold a slight quiver. Sharply Joan remembered a child she had seen years ago, crying bit terly, terribly, without making a sound. 'For one instant the little tortured face and Peg’s face were incredibly alike, and the more so because both seemed utterly unre lated to youth. An then Joan knew. She knew without a shadow of doubt that Peg loved Anthony. That it was too late, she had never talked with Anthony about Evangeline. She had been quite surprised to read of Anthony’s engagement to Evangeline. But she knew that Anthony would never have gotten himself ehgaged to. Evangeline Martin if he hadn’t been in loVe with her to the exclusion of everything—and of every one—else. CHAPTER, XXVI Duncan Has Nbws i A second later the telephone rang, Peg picked up the receiver and said, "Hello,” in a voice that was far from, steady. it was Duncan. He said: "Peg have you seen the noon editions?” And when she said that she had and that she was horribly shocked and hurt by the tragic news, Duncan told her he was going to New York this afternoon with Joan, “She tel ephoned me just a little while ago,” he said, She and her aunt—-' Nathaniel’s sister, you know- need a man around for Some one to help and to all the gruesome details, going, too, of course, but transferred from the State Depart ment to France. Immediately after the service on Tuesday he sails.” Peg said, her voice trembling; "France, Duncan? For—how long?" “Six months, A year. For the rest of my life. I don’t know. Neither, does he," Then he said: "Call up Aunt Mehalie and tell her, will you? And look, while I’m gone, will you do something about the bungalow in 'Chevy Chase? You and Aunt Mehalie get at it together, Chintz curtains and things. New equipment for the kitchen. Send me the bills, and I’ll forward a check. And listen, leave enough spare corners unfixed so the bride will be able, to use her own personality a bit , .” “Duncan, you don’t mean . .?” “I mean I have two months fur lough, I’m staying in New York with Joan for as long as she Wants • me. When I come back she’s coming Lack with me. I was going to ask her to marry me tonight. Now 1’11/ wait—for a little while. Until quite herself again." Then Duncan hung up and shaking fingers Peg put the black instrument in its cradle, months. A year. For the rest of his; life . .” Almost without realizing it her arms were on her desk, her] head buried in them. She was sob bing softly. Memories It was the last week in April. Duncan and. Joan were settled in the bungalow in Chevy Ehase. Dun_ gettably horrible can was back on the job in tlie-Mu^at a club when he had staggered in nitions Buildings, and on this bright’alone and had found her at a table April day, with Spring breathing | with Paul Stranyan. There had been its faint mist of greeness every-1 the humiliating business after that where, Peg and Joan were having] of ■ the fight, of Hewitt climbing up lunch at a little cafe on Connecticut] from the floor, holding his jaw Avenue. where Paul’s fist had landed; of the Peg leaned her elbow on the table j orchestra playing a jam number faster than swing and seven times louder than it should have been, and of waiters running in ’ a panic to pull, to half drag Hewitt down the the -Uncle .—will a while, attend to Anthony’s he’s been with little; "Six' a gal atom about ton, That you two are being seen every day on rather magnificent mounts, winding your way over the bridle paths in Rock Creek Park, And ,that you cocktail and dance and dine and"see shows together, He looked like rather a dangerous killeroo to me and he certainly had one of those pasts that makes gasp— that is, if there’s an of truth in what people say." Heart-to-Heart Peg said: "Must we talk me really?” "Not unless you want to, Peg. I thought perhaps you did?’ “I don’t,” said Peg. But I’ll an swer your questions. Hewitt and I —quarreled. The wedding is def initely off. I am seeing a lot of Paul He isn’t the least dangerous, I left Mr, Nelson’s because I didn’t want to be working in the same office with Hewitt—and in a way for him since he’s a partner now-— I under the circumstances. ,1 hired ■ a typewriter at one of tlie com- I panjes here, sent it over to the civil service examinations and, be lieve it or not, passed as a typist and got me a job of work at $1,000 I per year! Thirty days sick leave Thirty days annual. It’s not too bad/’ But even as she said these things in a casual unimpassioned voice, she I hated the pride that kept her from telling the truth to Joan. She did | want to talk about herself. She wanted to ease the weight of her thoughts by confessing that living in the same world with An thony was, in a way, torture. That ■ she lay awake nights thinking about being hopelessly him one him, wondering, miserable because she loved and she would never love any ■ else as long as she lived. i She wanted to tell Joan iHewitt was making things very dif- : ficult for her these days. Hewittr who had never drunk a great deal, was drinking heavily now. That when he was completely drunk he always found his Mehalie-’s, forced made a scene. Just as he had that way to Aunt his way in and made one unfor- scene that night Editorial After a public meeting in a large city recently one of the speakers paid the people whom he addressed a somewhat unusual tribute. He said they were “good listeners,” Therefore I chose to outline some thing of inestimable value to each Good listening necessitates good speaking by others. There is much being said nowadays that is not worth listening to and the wisest thing to do about it is to turn away from it, but whatsoever things are "true and lovely and good report” -—these great listeners will hear gladly and will profit. Salvage Drive A salvage drive was started a few weeks before “Old Mr, Winter" in in earnest. The drive was contest style, each Form vieing first place. The scrap was piled side the arena till the weather per mits further collection. The win ning Form will be treated to a to the theatre provided by the ers. set in for be- School Orchestra trip los- inu- beneath her chin. "You’re awfully happy, aren’t you, Joan?” Joan said: "Yes, Peg, I am. couldn’t have got through those days in New York without Duncan. Sometimes I feel guilty even now, being so happy .when Uncle Natha niel‘is . Anthony and me to be happy. I .But I know he wanted He wide marble stairs and street. Paul Wants Her She did love us, Peg. And for all that almost ' ' he le£t us every; Paul. Duncan almost at the last minute Then we compro- talk about wills, thing, you know, didn’t marry me because of that, mised. “I settled the putting -the money in trust for our children, when and if. I mean to have lots of children, Peg. About ■six stalwart sons- to send to West Point and a raft of daughters! That’s what I’ve always wanted, Peg. “But let’s not talk about me. I’ve been away two months, and all kinds of things have happened. An-] thony's in Paris. He Writes fascinat- ’ ing letters of seeing down deep -through the iParis of today . . clear back to the seventeenth century. H‘e always did love history and in his letters he has described Paris to me as it must have been then. He and - Evangeline spend Sundays and long afternoons ferreting- out histor ical spots and reliving what used to be. She’s over there, you studying art . ?’ Peg said brightly: “Yes, I I read abolit her decision to art. There was quite a lot in the papers?’ But even as bright as she had spoken, her voice didn’t sound right. It sounded exactly like a girl who wanted suddenly to cry hal’d. She hoped feverishly Joan didn’t notice. big argument by know, know, study very that CHAPTER XXV Joan didn't notice. Joan said al- most instantly: "But what , about yon, Peg? Yoh don’t look quite so starry eyed and happy as you did before I went away. And you’re much, much too thin, Why did you leave Mr. Melson's office? And what about Hewitt and how come ho ring oh that finger and all the gossip yah? "It’s srtiioh madly terson, about you and Patti stran* quite that in love with of Richmond the everyday conver- Count Stranyan one and is Peg Pat- Washing- out she into hadwanted to tell Joan made up her mind to marry Simply because he did love much and because, in a way, With an incentive her so he needed her. with the roots of his life firmly imbedded in a happy marriage, Paul had a brilliant career ahead of him in the diplomatic service. His Am bassador believed this, too, and had said so. Not in so many words, But with a twinkle in his dark eyes he had told her that his country was one that did not forbid the marriage of its attaches to foreign women. She wanted to explain to Joan ; that Paul had always had too much • money, the glamour of a title and a certain recklessness of blood that had appealed to women—married and single—and therefore had been his undoing in the past. She wanted to tell Joan every thing about last night when she and Paul had gone out on the porch at the Chevy Chase Club and had stood there looking at the rain that like myriad tiny spears boring the grass. She had told Paul, frankly; can’t play at love with you, Paul. And, even if I could, I doubt if you could take it. If I married you you would know always that there was some one else who meant more to me than you . ?’ )Paui had' understood. maybe while . Abd wouldn’t be good enough, Paul. Wouldn’t be anywhere ' head good enough for you. ’And it might be a ghastly mistake. For us both?’ "Blit I’m willing to chattCe it Peg, J’m willing to wait for you to love me , « or even to be satisfied With your liking me best of every one/’ They had left it at that, nothing settled. But peg told herself now; "Why hot!" For Patil could bring beauty into her life, ease and com fort and companionship. She could* n’t go oh breaking her heart like this for the sight of a pair of gray eyes and sandy hair that curled just "But, after a while . , a very she had said, quickly: was into “I Peg, long "It It Boh Burns, Howard Love, Fred Statton, Raymond Higgins, Donald Whiting, Murray Moore, Gordon Raynham, Robert Field, Tom Wal ters, Art Hern, Bob McCurdy, Wil liam Reynolds, Margery Fitzgerald, Eldred Simmons, William Kestle, Robert Southcott, Gerald Lawson, Stewart Fuke, Those having sacrifice — Harold Elliot, Strang, Harry Anderson. Four p.m. in the Exeter H.S. sic room. The piano speaks under a violent onslaught and ripples and • twitters as if all the sparrows in London had suddenly gone mad. Solid Sending- Size’s saxophone sends ap excruciat ing whinny rolling across the room. An inspired blast'of carbon dioxide forth from, Hotlips Hanni gan’s trumpet. Potluck Preszcator lifts the cornet up to heaven and lets forth a cry of vengeance, assist ed by Sensational Sanders and Downbeat Davis on their clarionets. Jivin Jones, with his India rubber fingers, thrum bs that big base viol I and orchestra practice is under way, All the Way back to Chevy Chase that afternoon Joan worried about Peg. had fallen in love with Only that she had. clear. Peg had broken her engage ment to Hewitt because of Anthony and she was yan as any might. Joan tried that this wasn’t so. She didn’t want Peg to be in love with Anthony When it Was all so hopeless, Peg’s face, her tortured eyes she had looked at Anthony’s shot told the Whole story, plainly than any words ever (To be continued) She didn’t know when Peg Anthony. It was all very clinging to Paul Stran* girl, on the rebound, to make herself believe But when snap- more could. Sandy McTavish add hid Wife paused thoughtfully in front of the restaurant bearing a sign; "Dinner here from 12 to 3—50c?’ "doom, Annie/’ .Sandy said approvingly, "tlwe hours’ datin’ for fifty cents is verra reasonable?’ ■'*♦5 *? TE /3kJREjLaaSW . War Effort made the supreme Alex Profound Jfunior Photographer—"Now, Mr, quair, do you wartt your picture tak en with your son’s hand on your shoulder?” Mr, Traquair—-■"It would seem more natural if he had it in pocket,” Tra in? con-John Size—"I was in a singing test last night." Mary Fletcher—"What did judges think of your execution?” John—'"They favored it.” Red Cross News so fundamental. Another genera tion fought the same enemy in 1914 "to make the world safe for demo cracy”, This time we fight to de fend ourselves and we work make our democracy worth fighting for. We have begun to sneak less of our rights and more of our duty. Ne cessities of war have forced us to change our ways, to omy, to share our work together more fore, The future we plan Practise eeon- resources, to than ever be- and the hopes we work for are yet only plans, must not relax. The enemy has to surrender. Our ideal state yet to be created. But a break , been made with the restlessness of the. the twenties and the depression of We yet has has CrossThis year our Junior Red organization has made splendid pro gress. Before Christmas we spon-; sored a tea dance which netted us ■ $16.45 and some time in the near- future we hope to hold a draw for aprons and table mats. Many of the girls have been very helpful in knitting and sewing. Up to now we have handed in five refugee sweaters, four pairs of socks, 64 diapers, 13 bonnets, 19 pairs of boo tees, one baby’s nightgown, two; scarves, one shirt and 18 wash! cloths. The school has been appealed to for many worthwhile couses during the year and in each case the stu dents have responded readily. In the fall a tag day was held for Chin ese Relief and $125 was raised. On Poppy Day poppies were sold in both public and high schools, to which $18.48 was contributed. Four teen dollars and 10 cents was given to the Navy Relief and on Valen tine’s Day instead of sending val entines to their friends each student took their money and gave it to the Russian Relief. .There is also a competition between the forms for the sale of war savings stamps. At present Grade 11 is ahead with $66.50. Grade 12 is close behind them with $62.00 and Grade 10A with $61.60. The other forms have helped to make the total of $2S3.75. Come on students. If everyone gave a > little it would mount up mighty fine. Exeter U.S. — To Our Boys in foreign Lands sit in the seats where you sat, hang our coats upon the racks We We Where you hung yours. We use the slates upon the wall And stop and joke along the hall Like times before. We Suffer over problems too And Like they seemed just as big to you great high walls. Our names with yours some desk adorns In old E.H. in every form Familiar scrawls, Sometimes we woilder if our life Will be as full of- hate and strife As yours has been. We know you’re over there for this The good free life and things you, miss So good and clean, if we could only tell you Tito things that We would like to do To end this wan. You'd understand liow much we cate Wjiat happens to you over there Pbrever more, things about John Milton." Pearce—-“Well, he got married™’ he wrote Paradise Lost. His wife died and then he wrote Paradise Regained.” BURIED AT CLANDEBOYE The funeral of George Cunning ham was held Monday afternoon with services in St, James Church, Clan deboye, Rev, L. C. Harrisop officiate Cunningham, who died was 86 life was the thirties. We must adant our selves to changing times. The fed eral authorities have a blueprint for Utopia, The province is conducting an investigation into social stand ards. Radio promises electronics and frequency modulation; automo bile engineers are preparing a' sur- j prise and buying habits will be changed by vitamins. The current ■deepens and the speed increases. We need a keen eye and a steady hand. bjorn in McGillivray years • ago and spent fanning in that dis- the youngest son o£ ing. Mr. Saturday, Township his entire trict. He the late William and Ann Cunning ham. His wife, who was Mary Ann Morgan, died eight years ago, Sur viving are four sons, Wilfred, and Gordon, of McGillivray Township; Ray, of Clandeboye, and of London. The pallbearers nephews, Walter, Frank, Omar, Alvin and Moore ham. Interment was in St. James Cemetery. Scholarship Award, Britain Sanders was awarded the Carter Scholarship when he received the third highest marks in Huron County. Good show, Brit.! THE INR SPOT —- PART II Current Events Sudden and exciting developments abroad have taught us to look for the spectacular in our current events. But solid achievements and promising plans are appearing on® the home front. One feels tempted to speak of the new social program as a revolution, for the changes are Helen Turnbull—-"Do you Jack Muir?” Schenk—“Sure, he sleeps from me in physics class.” know across ‘To aMiss Tape—Burns wrote Mouse’.’’ Bob Pryde—“Did he get an ans wer?'" Wallace, were six; Michael, Cunning- OaiaSHOBKamfKS Monthly Rates Hotefi Waverley Spamwa Ave. at Coixtob St. RATES SINGLE - 51^0 to $3.00 DOUBLE - $2-50 to $6.00 Special Weekly A MODERN . . . QUIET . . . WILL CONDUCTED . . . CONVENIENTLY LOCATED HOTEL . . . Close to Parliament Buildings, University of Toronto,, Maple Leaf Gardens, , Fashionable Shopping District, Wholesale Houses, Theatres, Churches of Every Denomination. . A. M. Powell, PresidentMr. Howey—"Tell me one or two 1943 MODEL YOU HEAR IT at all hours : s ; that long-drawn, cry of the loco motivewhistle. 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