HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1943-12-30, Page 7THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER ONTARiq." THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 30, 1943
CHAPTER XII
THERE IS TODA
Zu JOSEPHINE LAWRENCE
acts
four-
her
The frugal, elder-
Big-hearted Sarah Daffodil
ip every capacity for the
family house in Garset after
husband’s death,
ly Mr. and Mrs. Peppercorn and the
newly-wed Andrew and Candace
Thane occupy the two top-floor
apartments and below them middle-
aged Bert Fitts and his wife—who
is too engrossed in war activities to
care for her home—and King Win
ters, veteran of World War 1, and his
Wife Emma, a devotee of fine cro
cheting,
pecting
speeches
izations
cusses Andy Thane’s
with Mrs. Waters, Mrs. Waters, who
has already developed quite a repu
tation for hoarding, goes on a shop
ping trip and does some more hoard
ing, Andy and Candace have a few
friends for Sunday evening supper,
and they talk about everything and.
everybody while a snowstorm rages.
King Waters, who is ex-
to sign up
before young
to raise the
for making
men’s organ
morale, dis-
draft status
far as
to no-
didn’t
aliens,
he
the
the
“I let Kurt have tonight off,”
Leila Orton mentioned generously,
“because he’s gone to the suburbs
to see a guy who wants to sell his
boat. The suburbs is about as
Kurt can go, without having
tify the authorities.” She
know about other enemy
' Leila said, but certainly had
• small chance of escaping, if he ever
wished to escape. “The FBI would
be nothing compared to me, if
tried to duck.”
■Candace, who was mixing
salad dressing while Leila set
dinette table for the Sunday night
supper, shivered as the wind blew
a flury of snow against the kitchen
window. It had been such a long
Winter, she murmured and all the
snow seemed to come in February.
“How I hate plowing through drifts
on a cold morning—Sarah always
has our walk cleaned when I start
out, but she’s the only one. The
rest of the street is beautiful white
dirfts.”
The weather would undoubtedly
be balmy as soon as she quitted
her job and stayed in, the cynical
Leila suggested.
Coles Arnold and blond Patty
Bailey, engaged now, were fifteen
minutes late and Minnie Davis ana
Halsey Kenneth followed (them, the
buses, they scolded bitterly, having
abandoned schedules. Halsey had
applied for a commission. J
“You try to save tires,” Patty1
wailed at supper,
find out the
pany’s saving
they’ve taken
busses on the
Andy said kindly, “Wait till you
girls have
bind your
baby?”
“Do any
Dresden?”
hoped to steer Patty away from
special—r
Leila?—
pauper?”
Dresden.
‘‘and then you
transportation com-
tires, too. I swear
off half the regular
Green line.”I
to walk. Or did they!
feet when you were a
of you know Dorothy
asked Minnie Davis who
painful affairs. “Very
Junior League, isn’t she,
pretty and not precisely a
They knew of Dorothy
Patty who read every word in the
society columns of the newspapers
had a neat dossier of the post-deb
utante at her tongue’s tip.
Candace, a little tired, listened
silently to the good-natured babble
of vioces. The lovely sense of
security which touched her unex
pectedly, without warning, but
oftenest in solitude, brushed her
now, soft as the caress of wings.
She saw her pretty, gay kitchen, the
crisp curtains that were Zither’s
pride, tho big white spaghetti ket
tle steaming on the stove. If she
put out her hand she could touch
her vociforous guests, chattering
away on either sidd of the flat pew
ter dish of fruit, flanked by the four
pewter candlesticks she and Andy
had found in one of the secondhand
shops. The smoke, the smell of
food, even the spatter of snow
against the window and the sound
of a log breaking in the living room
fireplace, made definite impres
sions upon her mind. Yet she felt
as definitely separated from it all
for one swift moment which en
compassed her in an exquisite
peace. She looked toward Andy at
the other end of the table and meet
ing his steadfast eyes, smiled.
She’s taken a job modeling,”
Minnie Davis was saying. Of
course with her connections she’ll
bring business to the store, fiat th0
other models are furious. This Dres
den piece comes to work in her own
car and Jf there’s a tire shortage I
suppose she can use her mother's
pr her father's car.”
■Patty Bailey agreed that there
was a great deal of ill feeling
throughout the store. “I sit in my
drafty booth all day because 1 need
the money, but why should a girl
like that go to business? She ought
to get married. The people who can
afford to have children ought to
populate the country, That would
keep ithese idle women busy and
leave a few jobs for the girls who
need them.’’
“Well, I say more power to Dotty
Dresden.” Leila Orton blew a smoke
ring airily. “There’s no law against
a woman working, if she wants to
work; we haven’t yet legislated fe
males to the place where they have
to be graded according to their
cash instead of their ability. If the
Dresden doll can model, who’s to
stop her?”
Coles Arnold pretended to fall
forward into his salad plate. “I’ve
lived too .
these old
which the
port the
daughter.”
He didn’t have to be a complete
fool, Patty rebuked him acidly.
“Leila’s only being contrary. She’s
famous for taking the opposite side
in any controversy.”
“That’s what you think.” Leila
clanked her bracelets lazily. “If
this assembly is interested in the
truth, which I doubt, the fact is that
I heard this topic knocked down
and worried to shreds in a Forum
meeting last week". The club ladies,
bless their intellects, considered the
not-so-new question of whether the
girl with money should take 'a job
which a girl who needed the money
could fill just as well.”
Halsey Kenneth stretched his long
legs, kicked Andy’s shins and mut
tered, “Sorry.” He didn’t see any
thing to debate, he said. “Girls who
don’t have to work can do other
things.”
“I dug him a pit and he walked
right in,” Leila beamed. “My
friend, I don’t admire the wealthy
girl for her brains, beauty or bank
account. .To be honest, I rather dis
like her
cause she
cornered,
fair play,
For years the society girl has been
doing the ‘other things’ you’d per
mit her to do, with what results?
That every magazine, newspaper
and platform speaker in this fair
i land has gone to town on the topic
| of her wasted life. Honest toil alone
I would save her soul, these gentle
men and ladies asserted,
poor
and
what? So now they’re being skinnea
alive for taking the bread out of
poor girls’ lipsticked apertures,
must be darned confusing to
rich.”
“I’m still groggy,” muttered Coles
Arnold, elbow on table, supporting
his head on his hand. “I may be
failing, but I don’t get yoq, Leila.
Will you explain, gently and patient
ly and 'in simple words, just wny
you are championing the cause of
the millionaire’s unhappy child?”
In a flash Leila’s beautiful
altered, sobered to a gravity
was as enchanting as it was
She spoke swiftly, seriously,
ing forward a little, her black eyes
holding Cole’s mocking gaze. “Coles,
in all my life, I’ve known only one
girl who never worked. Only one
had never been to business, never
even talked of earning her own liv
ing. Maybe she was a parasite—all
right, but she had it all over the
grubby, grasping ants.”
Coles shook his head. The folk
lore, he argued, was a little mixed.
“It was a grasshopper, not a para
site, who had the run-in with the
goshawful industrial ants, Leila.
A parasite, if you must have one, is
the mistletoe. Think on that, my
girl, next Christmas.”
“It seems to me,” Halsey Ken
neth said, “that the issue is becom-
Jong,” he moaned. “Let
eyes close on a world in
Communist rallies to sup
cause of the capitalist's
let’s
that
may
with
not?
in
if
to
on general .principles be-
has the mink coat market
But I happen to be for
first, last and all the 'time.
.................................I'
so tho
Dresden pieces got religion
landed themselves jobs. So
us
It
be
face
that
rare,
lean-
Painful, Pus Filled Boils
the Cause of Ifluch Misery
If you suffer from boils you know how sick and
miserable they made ybu feet ... . .
Boils ftrb an outward indication of impurities in
the system, and just when you think you are rid of
one another crops up to. take its place and prolong
ybur misery. All the lancmg and poulticing you can do may het stop more
00111 To help overcome boils you should purify, the blood, so Why not give
that old reliable blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters, a chance io show
if. will do in helping you get rid Of them? Thousands have Used it for
this purpose for the past 60 years. Why not, you?
1 Tho T. liiibwn Co.| Louted, Totoulo, Ont,
that so fax' Dace an# I have peen * purse as they pulled up before the I
right. ‘ ■ ................
cause we’ve had bo much, He saw
Leila’s .eyes turn t0 Kurt and the
certainty that she would be grateiui
for so much less touched Andy’s
heart,
Candace resigned her position the
first week in March, It was practi
cally acknowledged that the firm
would dissolve in May, when the
lease expired. By the time the baby i “Andy?” slie questioned him,
came, Candace reasoned, she might “Yes, Dace?”
have heard of something else, or at. “Are you sorry? Do you regret
least she would be free to. look. She | that you didn’t try for the Navy pr
We can take what comes, be-! house. “When I lie awake like ithftt,
I think of all the women throughout
the world who are lying awake,
trying to solve their problems, too.”
But to Andy she confided that five | dollars a week wasn’t enough to pay
for responsibility and intelligence
though where they were going to
find it for what they could afford to
' pay, she bad no ideas as yet,
allowed hersZjlf two months at home, i the Coast duard? I know you’ve
the budget could stand the strain, waited for your number to be called,
she told Andy, And instead of a because you were taking the chance
with me.
ing obscured. I take it that model
ing calls Ip? a pretty face and’—er—”
“A nice figure, Halsey,” Andy
supplied helpfully,
“Thank you—a shapely form,
put it. Now, it is conceivable
the Dresden’s of this world
have what is required, along
a bank account, too, is it
Wihile the poor but honest maiden
may have neither cash nor the fig
ure to set off the mink coat. Ip. that
ease the wealthy girl who models
mink is well within her rights
taking the job, isn’t she? Even
little or no education is needed
look beautiful and befurred?”
Patty Bailey almost whlx»cu, she
was so irritated, “That shows you
don’t know what you’re talking a-
bout! she scolded. “Maybe Dorothy
Dresden has a wonderful figure—
but so could any girl have who
could afford to pay thirty-five dol
lars for
elastic!”
There
laughter
percolator plug from the wall,
of coffee,” she announced cheer
fully. “Oh, Leila, the lucky people
are the girls
ever question
Let’s rejoice
sively poor.”
The Government,
very nice.
“Meaning?” Andy, holding Can
dace’s hand as he sat on the floor be
side her chair, surreptitiously kiss
ed the wedding band on her finger.
“They treat Kurt so well! Why,
he applied for his skiing permit and
he had it within two days. We've
been stopped once or twice, either
on the way up or down, and Kurt
had to show
was awfully
they, Kurt?”
The young
the last war
men who were in the last war tell
how good this country was then to
enemy aliens.”
“How’s it feel to be an enemy
alien?” Andy grinned, but he stud
ied Kurt Hermann night after night,
trying to put himself in the Ger
man’s place, wondering why Kurt
should continue to look so calm
and Leila to be the nervous wreck.
Kurt shrugged, puffed at his cigar
ette. “I worry about my mother,”
he said simply. “And my feeling
about my country—and this—I
think is only a numbness that doei.
not pass.”
“He’s happy skiing.” Leila some
times spoke as if Kurt were not
present. “When we’re outdoors, he
can forget his troubles. If only we
had a little money
in, without working for it—
live in the country and be
all the time.”
The clear, low
protested gently,
have a plan—you
doors, skiing in winter, canoeing in
summer. You say
children—”
“We can farm.”
“You can’t have
you have lots of
dbn’t want a lot of
to have just enough for the two of
us to live in the country.”
Andy’s “What’s keeping you—”
died on his lips at the almost im
perceptible gesture from Candaqe.
It would be a boner, he acknow
ledged to himself,
nothing prevented
•rying and living
1 within commuting
'■ jobs. They could have a small place
and both work, but of course Kurt
• wasn’t ready to marry. You couldn’t
1 blame him, with his affairs in a
■ Cine mess and likely to become
1 more involved. But Leila—well,
’ girls were always the hardest hit,
in a situation of this kind.
You take Candace—Andy lifted
her hand to his lips. She and Leila
1 were off now on the subject of small i
houses, the kind of houses women
■ cut from magazines and tuck away.
Kurt would listen and smoke and
■ never say a word from one hour’s
' end till another. It was tough on
Leila, not being able to see ahead,
■ but you take Candace^—
It’s funny, too, Andy mused, but
if anything happens to me I shan't
• feel that I’ve messed up her life.
If anyone had told me two years
ago that leaving your wife with a
baby and very little money wasn’t
the worst thing a man could do to
the girl he loved, I’d have laughed
at him.
anyone,
it over
bo Sltl’O
hex and Kurt,
that any experience you have Will
work out for someone else.
Ahdy stretched luxuriously, pulled
himself upright. A feeling of elation
tiiiglod tlio length of his bpino. It’s
gorgeous, it’s glorious, he void him
self, looking dowii upon the beautiful
^hin'ng head of his Wife, to know
girdles with French-loomed
was a spontaneous burst of
and Candace pulled the
“Lots
like us-
our
that
■no
right
we're
Leila
one will
to work.
unobtru-
said, was
his permit. Everyone
nice to us—weren’t
German nodded. “In
-that is, I have heard
-I mean coming
•we could
outdoors
voice of
“But you
can’t just
she told Andy,
private room, decided on a semi-. that you’d have more time
private. She wanted the money fox | But are you sorry now?”
the baby, Candace said. “I must I lie put his arm around
settle the question of who’s to look1 she leaned her head on his
after him when I go back to work, as they both looked down
too.
raise families but I guess the maid'
en aunts havV^n gone to
now.” ' >
Mothers, maiden aunts,
all female branches of a
family went to' business,
decided wearily, after she had made
the rounds of the employment agen
da. It would be of little or ho use
to file an application for a young,
woman to take charge of an infant,' him. »
the agency managers saiiT; heli) of; “It’s true. Earlier the draft boards
that kind nvas daily growing more gave you three weeks ito get your
scarce, in a few weeks time the war affairs in
industries would have them all,
Maiden aunts used to help dying embers of their fire,
“Dace, darljng, nothing
her and
shoulder
into the
that can
business1 happen to me will make me regret.
•«,. ; Every minute I've had with you is
cousins, ’ worth a year of grubbing as the low-
modern
■Candaqe
Fire early on Monday destroyed
the Opera Block on the main street
at Mitchell, gutting ft restaurant
and 'bake shop as well as damaging
a theatre and causing loss estimat
ed • between $60,000 and $70,090
No one was injured in the blaze,
one of the woi’st in the history of
Mitchell.
When flames, threatened other
buildings in the downtown area, a
call was sent to the lire department
at Stratford, 13 miles east of Mit
chell, and a pumper and seven men
responded. Snow on the reefs of
adjoining buildings was said to
have prevented the spread of the
fire by blazing embers, which were
scattered as far as five blocks by
a strong wind.
The fire was discovered at 3.15
a.m. in a kitchen of the Cosy Grill,
a restaurant operated by Chris
Cheoros, on the first floor of the
two-storey white brick opera build-
mg. Laverne Gloor, of Mitchell, and
an unidentified air force man who
saw the flames, turned ifl an alarm.
Although the Mitchell fire depart
ment responded within a few min
utes, the fire quickly spread through
the tinder-dry building whose sec
ond floor was condemned and seal
ed 10 years ago. The blaze destroy
ed the 0, E, Webb bake shop and
while flames failed to reach the
nearby Dominion Store, extensive
damage was caused to the stock by
Smoke and water,
:At the height of the fire» a
toppled off the Opera Block
plunged through the roof of
Plaza Theatre, The impact of
ing bricks blew out the front
back doors and caused heavy dam
age to the interior of the theatre.
The 'Opera Block, built 60 years
ago by the late Henry James, is at
the intersection of highways No,8
and 23.
wall
and
the
tail-
and
est private in the ranks, Remember
that.” He kissed her gently. ’“I—I
suppose you’ve heard General Wat
ers sounding off that men inducted
now are being sent off immediately,”
She nodded, pressing closer to
order, but now they’re
shipping the fellows off pronto, I
“You can't blame a quick, capa-j won’t have 'time to do anything,
a crirl " nna mn-nnp-nv nrdniorl nnf ‘ Hnrno of the men get a Short leaVC
they’.ve arrived at camp, but
nothing to be sure of—we’ve
. Be-' got to plan how you can swing this
stigma j apartment. I wish you had a sister
to move in with you—two brothers
ble girl,” one manager pointed out.' Some
“Factory work is often easier, it J after
pays better and the girl has the' that’s
advantage of companionship,
sides, there’s no servant !
attached to her job.”
A steady downpour which began1 in California aren’t much help to a
with concentrated violence as she’girl.”
left the doctor’s office one afternoon, I “Why not me?' Leila Orton sag
drove Candace to the extravagance ■ gested sunnily, a day or two later,
of a taxi. The cold wetness of the1
d'ismal streets seemed to
through her tired bones,
heaven the taxi was heated! Can
dace clambered in, sank back on the■ golden heart, you hate the city in
wide, deep seat and fumbled in her
purse for her compact.
“Where to, lady?”
The driver was a woman. A round
faced, yellow-haired, plump woman
snugly buttoned into a covert cloth |
coat that looked as if it must burst, them
at the seams. “Number 9 6
Street—right.”
The car started forward
light flashed green. The
eyes, steady and blue, met Can- njce steady rc^k to cling to, if either
dace’s gaze in the small mirror.' of us feels impelled to cling.”
Somewhat/to' Candace’s surprise,
Andy liked the plan. To Sarah Andy
confided th£c he thought Leila would
be good for his wife. “She needs
someone harder than she is and
Leila
I Leila was t-, • Dace and T ..j Leilathe knows her knows her grief and I
cl° " I think that’s a healthy attitude, al
beit somewhat rough on Leila’s
friend. A lively, talkative person
will be much better for Dace than
someone too much like herself.”
(To Be Continued)
I’m weary of the suburbs, the city
pierce' attracts me. I’ll pay half the ex
Thank j penses.”
■Candace wanted to cry. “Leila
the Spring. You’re the one who
wants to live in the country. Tne
baby will keep you
won’t let you do it.
Kurt.”
Kurt could come
movies
a reward for extra
might let him stay
and then. “He may
- | to the
Wicker • Leila said. As
I kindness, they
overnight, now
awake, too—I
Besides, there’s
see them, take
alternately,
as the
driver’s j3e an enemy alien, but he’ll be a
Advocate Appreciated
letter received from Melvin
from Auburn township who
overseas he says in part:
though I have sacrificed
i MU-D, COOL, SMOKE
In a
Atwood
is now
“Even
everything, I’m glad I’m right where
I am today, and that’s in the army.
You know how much is at stake
and you can see things in Canada
you never saw before. I, always be
lieve if you weren’t worthy of fight
ing for 'Canada, you weren’t worthy
of being a Canadian and it still
goes. Its a prayer in one hand and
a gun :
We
when
larly.
means
going to a good movie or an amuse
ment park because we have the
same feeling and are happy
we get the mail.
The Times-Advocate which
of my chums get, is the real
because we all enjoy reading an3
it is handed down from one sol
dier to another and although we
are not so familiar with the people
at Exeter we like to think we do.
Several copies come all at once
and they are all saved and read at
all available hours. Every line is
read, even the ads; what they are
showing at the theatres and pic
ture ourselves there. It’s funny in
a sort of way,, but being thousands
of miles from what we used to know
is just like a dream. But we are
going to stay until the finish. Good
luck and as Kate Smith says “If
you
in the other and both will win,
do get disgusted at times
the mail doesn’t come regu-
You’ll never know what it
i to hear from home. It’s like
when
some
thing
JOHN W. BALFOUR
A well known resident of Hibbert
Township, John W. Balfour, passed
away on Saturday in his 78th year.
Mr. Balfour was born at Whitby
and came to Hibbert Township with,
his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Henry
Balfour, when he was two years of
age. In .January, 189 0, he married
Miss Annie Buck, who survives.
For four years after his marriage
he and his wife farmed on the home
stead, lot 5, concession 5, Hibbert
Township, and then moved to lot
5, concession 4, Hibbert Township,
where he passed away. Mr. Bal
four was a member of Knox Pres
byterian Church, Mitchell. Besides
his wife he is survived by a son,
Dalton, at home; two daughters,
Mrs. John Barbour, London, and
Mrs. George Pepper, Logan Town
ship; a sister, Mrs. Robert Watson,
Mitchell. The funeral service was
held on Tuesday with Rev. Norman
MacKay, of Mitchell, officiating. In
terment was in the Presbyterian
Cemetery, Mitchell.“Husband in the service? Not call-j
ed yet? Mine enlisted. This is his
cab.” There was no use in trying;
to hold a man when he got restless, I
the blonde driver said. Her Jack
thrived on excitement.
“My folks are furious at him for
leaving me, but I know how it
with him. I love driving a cab
it rests me to get away from
kids. I make about thirty-five
lars a week and that keeps us going.
Jack's always promising to send,
me a little, but he goes to town pay
day and .that’s the end of that.”
Candace leaned forward. “How
old are your children?”
‘‘Two, three
thought I was
second one.”
East and
stopped, the cars three abreast. Im
patient horns blared, irritated pe
destrians scowled from under the
tangle of dripping umbrellas bob
bing on the crowded sidewalks. The
rain drummed steadily and coldly
on the black, shifting mass, on the
tops of the motionless cars, glanced
off into the puddles formed in the
asphalt depressions and pelted the
raging torrents that flushed the
refuse in the gutters.
Candace heard the double wind
shield wiper clicking busily. Relax
ed, comfortable, sheltered, she re
fused to worry about the meter.
“Who takes care of your children?”
she asked.
She had a woman, a real nice
woman, the driver revealed, inch
ing her car ahead as the line moved
I slowly forward. “She comes
(days a week and stays as long
'want her
and stay home days,
flat rate—five
Before she
blurted, “But
enough?”
Of course it was enough, the other
assured her. The helper had her
meals and the run of the flat. “It’s
an easy job. She can play the radio.
And I make the
they have to mind
smack ’em where
they give her any
Anyway, the driver
easing her car around
and picking up speed on
empty side Street, that was all she
j could afford. She earned thirty-five
l dollars a week, sometimes less;
out of that she had to' pay rent and
buy food, insurance and clothing
for the three kinds. “I don’t know
how long I’ll be running this car,
either—with all the talk about freez
ing tires and rationing gas, I sup
pose I can go into a defense plant.”
Maybe other people could pay big
wages to someone to stay Yvltli their
kids, she added; she had to do the
best she could, "It*S no picnic, let
me tell you, and plenty of nights I
lie awake, doing arithmetic?’
“I know,” Candace opened het
I
Candace
have to
live out-
you don’t want
Leila frowned,
children unless
money and we
money. We want
I
to suggest that,
them from mar-
in the country
distance of their
There's no use trying to tell
I wouldn’t attempt to talk
with Leila, because I can’t
it Would work out well for
' Ybu can’t be sure
don’t write you’re wrong.”
and four. My family
wrong to have the
west-bound traffic
six
as I
■sometimes I work nights
I pay her a
dollars a week.”
could stop, Candacn
do you think that’s
kids understand
her. I tell her to
they
back
need it, if
talk.”
concluded,
the corner
the nearly
can be hard as nails,
talks everything out,
is inclined to brood,
has a
Then
while
When
sorrow everyone who
They tell us that Love starts
when she sinks into your arms,
and ends with her arms in the sink.
Mrs. Frank Skelton
Public funeral services for Mrs.
Frank Skelton, well known Bruce-
field resident, were held at the Uni
ted 'Church, Brucefield, on Tuesday
December 21 with burial in Baird’s
Cemetery. Mrs. Skelton was in her
78 th year, and had resided in
Brucefield for many years, coming
to Canada from England. Her hus
band predeceased her some years
She was a member of Brucefield
United Church. Suryiving
son, Frank, in Stratford,
daughter, Mrs. Lyle Hill, of
field, A son was killed in
in the First Great War.
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CHARLES E. FULLER
P.O. Box 123 — Los Angeles
Zone 53, California
'T'OWERING up from the most
outstanding location in Quebec
on the cliff which overlooks the St.
Lawrence River,- the Chateau Fron
tenac, one of tho Canadian Pacific
Railway Company’s country-wide
chain of “grand hotels”, .celebrates its
60th anniversary on December 17,
1943. Built on the spot where once
rose the Chateau St. Louis, official
residence of early French governors
and in a city where Sea lanes and rail
Hues converge, tho great hotel is one
of the best known in the world.
As the above pictures illustrate,
today’s Chateau Frontenac (inset),
with 723 guest rooms, is much en
larged over..the 1893 hostelry (main
picture) Which started the company’s
move into the coast-to-cOast hotel
fiold,*In 1898-99 the first addition,
the Citadel Wing, was made to the
original structure. Since then the
Mont Carmel Wing in 190S-09, the
St. Louis Wing in 1920-22 and the
Central Tower, from .1920-24, have
been added, with further major im
provements being made in 1926.
Some of the additions called for
marvels of planning such us the ex
cavation of more than 40,000 cubic
yards of rock from a space entirely
surrounded Joy adjacent structures,
which continued in full operation,
thereby reducing the use of blasting
to. tho minimum. Masonry. on tho
tower was completed during the
Winter and. of ten storms and high
winds made it impossible to work.
Very few hotels anywhere have
had their royal suites as busy as the
Chateau Frontenac, which has
housed in its day King Gcorve v:
Their Majesties, King George VI
and Queen Elizabeth, during the
Royal Visit of 1939; and governors
general of Canada and their consorts
from tho Earl of Aberdeen down tn
the Earl of Athlone.
With all this in its 50-year back
ground of disi inguished service ir
still remained for August of 1943 to
bring its greatest hour to tho Cha
teau Frontenac, which is managed
by B. A. Neale and under the direc
tion of H. F. Mathews, general man
ager of hotels. Last August it Was
for 18 days the voty "nerve ceni.te’’
of the Quebec Conference as Prime
Minister Winston Churchill and.
President Franklin Delano Roosevelt
met in the Ancient Capital vrith
Prime Minister W. L. Mackenzie
King.