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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1945-11-29, Page 7THE THME&APVQCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THVRSPAT MORNING, NOVEMBER 29, 1945 Page T Pal of FO, Rill Wilson Writes of His Experience as Prisoner of War ll any of with the gift The Times-Advocate hangar in each Head Your Christmas. Gift List With a Subscription to Everyone Will Enjoy this by etc,, FO, Bill Macstoker, in the ‘’Maple Leaflet”, a house organ printed by Canada Puckers, writes ct CHAPTER VII When Ralph Rowland went to war, his sister, “Rusty,” was left in charge of the rauch. Soon black market operators got busy and slaughtered some of her cattle. She called Ladue Decker, a neighboring rancher, to com© over, but lie laughed at the idea of gangsters and proposed to her, Rusty turped him down. While ranch vigilantes were being organized at Rusty’s place, a report came over the tele­ phone that Decker’s ranch had .just been raided. The ranchers left for Decker’s at once, and Rusty called Dr. Herb Westmere, a veterinarian whom she greatly admired, to tell him. the news. Dr. Westmere, she thought, acted rather strangely, Af­ ter the meeting of the ranchers, Rusty questions Dr. Westmore rath­ er closely and incurs his resent­ ment. She is concesned when she learns that Michaels, a feeder, would, not take on any more stock until he was sure he could sell them at enough to pay for the feed and handling, Rusty frowned. “I’m going in to hit. the telephone. There are other feeders.” There were, but they were loaded with all the stock they could han­ dle, considering market conditions. “Too bad your brother didn’t stick to range cattle,” one remark­ ed. “Your new breed brings more and better beef, but it won’t stand up so well on the range.” Didn’t she know that? And didn’t She know also that it would take more hands than she had to keep an eye on what she had and the in­ crease the spring roundup would reveal? But what to do now? Ordinarily she could have left the yearlings where they were, but not now, not with black market rustlers roam­ ing the highways. She hadn’t enough hands to spare to set the guards they’d need. Thoughtfully she rode back to Piney, noticing the hunderheads piling up in4 the north. That was good. As long as there were spring rains, the grass would remain green, and the watering ponds would be filled. “Piney”. ful—“drive them -back to the stretch. I’ll talk things over Uncle Jed. We may sell, so see don’t stray up the Nopocos.” “Sure will, Miss Rusty.” ■her voice was thought­ cliff with they ILT US -■ 1 Wl Quick Service Expert Workmanship GOODYEAR Materials You will have a feeling of com­ plete satisfaction when you put the recapping, repair or vulcaniz­ ing of your aging tires into our hands. Our service assures you miles and mites of extra tire life. COMPLETEGOOD/YEAW TIRE SERVICE BILL HASKETT Phone 18 EXETER h O U H: JU iu I BY BEJTY BLOCKLIN5ER » Deckei’ was at ths house when she returned to Lt. “To sell or not to. sell?” she ask­ ed him. “Not/* ho answered 'promptly, aiid added, “your mother told me, I - suppose you’re considering tho local market,” “Not considering/’ she coun­ tered, sitting op the arm of a ter­ race chair. “Just wondering.” “Ralph would be against it,” he said. “And if you hold on until win­ ter, you’ll be able to ask your own price for anything that carries more than hides and hoofs.” Rusty looked at him in surprise “Small Fry”-—he sat in the chair and twisted to look up at her-—“you know Ralph and I didn’t get along too well the last few years, But I’m thinking of Ralph getting primed to fight for us. The least I can do is help hold this ranch for his return. When I horn in on you? business, Rusty, remember I’m a guy deferred trying to make up for it.” Rusty patted his shoulder and turned toward the door. “Staying for supper?” she asked. “Not tonight. Just rode over to square things with you. You walked out on me last night, remember?” “Why, that’s right,” she agreed. “So I did. Well, ’bye, then.” Rusty was stoking the stove when her mother came into the kitchen. “Rusty. I do declare, there isn’t another potato on the place. What will we do?” “Eat cake,” said Rusty prompt­ ly. “Hoecake, I’ll make it,” The two Rowland women talked across stove and table as they pre­ pared the evening meal. Mrs. Row­ land was stoutly optimistic. “Everything - right; it always “Just listen to course he sold green, but then coming up, this feeders. And t ] new stock from California and he didn’t want to overload his range.” Rusty frowned in preoccupation. Deckei’ had bragged s.o of the new strain he was bringing in. He’d said almost nothing since they’d -ar­ rived, if they had. She must ask him. “Mother!” she “Look out of the Mrs. Rowland down Up chita bent rain, them will come out all does,” she insisted, i Decker more. Of short and a little . he knew this was i closing out of the he’d ordered that cried suddenly, window!” looked, then sat ONTARIO Listen: TUESDAY EVENINGS to GOODYEAR’S “Parade of Song” CKNX 920 8 p.m. abruptly. the road toiled Pedro, Con- and the children — heads to the sudden downrush of clothes blowing out behind ludicrously. Mother” — Rusty pushed her i back in her chair—“this is no time I to show the pity you feel. I know— I feel that way, too, but we must not let them know it . . . Oh, the poor things . . . Now don’t be sen­ timental; be hard.”’ She went to the door and opened it. They stood on the rear porch, huddled together like a flock of half drowned chickens. “Buenas—” began Pedro. “Ah, Senorita!” Conchita pushed past him and was pouring out an incoherent story, a plea for for­ giveness, a plea for the little ones. And the little ones stood on the porch, first on one -foot, then on the other. “•For goodness sake,” snapped Rusty, “bring those children in out of the rain, Pedro. Must you stand there and gape? Where are your belongings, Conchie? Get into something dry.” “The clothes we could not bring; the cai- she busted down and’for junk we could not sell her.” “You walked?” exclaimed Rowland. “From the highway.” “Muz, can’t we find something— they’re so wet and cold.” Mrs. Rowland smiled sweetly. “Yes, dear. Just be hard—and I’ll manage to bring out enough of yours and mine and Ralph’s and Manny’s clothes to Cover the brood.” For the next hour, the Rowland kitchen rocked to the vibration of laughter and. tears. Conchita, removing her stained purple satin shoes with their three inch heels, thrust swollen feet into a pair of house slippers and sighed. Rusty was glad to have them back. With Mexican labor corning in, she would need Pedro as a medi­ ator, and the Pedro of today was different from the one who’d gone to the city to earn ‘beeg monies.” It meant more mouths to feed, but also more hands to the growing of food. “I’ll send for their Rusty chuckled. “Muz, just picture the glamour darlings have packed string-tied Cartons?” “T.f those purple slippers are sample— ” “They are; she Couldn’t bear be parted from then! for even little while.” Rusty talked it over With Fatso that night—the hunger of everyone Mrs. for beauty and romance, a which took a different form individual. “But,” she thought, “do us recognize it as a hunger? And is ; it a false thing?” Her cheeks sud- ■ denly burped, “Would I be buying ; purple slippers if—but, of course, he may be married to Adelaide,” Was she finding enchantment in the unusual only because it—all right, then, because he was differ­ ent from the nien she'd always known? “Purple slippers,” she told the kitten, “are too expensive for a gal in my position even to consider. We have a ranch to run, and run­ ning ranches in these days is no cinch.” Rusty sat in her office, looking over a worn inap of the Double R. She was trying to decide where to pasture the yearlings that the feeders had refused to ‘take off her hands. With her was Hank, veteran rider of the Double R, who had been on the ranch since the time of her grandfather, As she studied the map, she real­ ized that the Nopocos, though an asset, were also a liability, The blocked access to parts of the ranch that would be useful to her now. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner,” said Hank, “Ralph run a makeshift trail in there a few years ago, while you were away at college. Made a map of it and figured he might try out a new strain of cattle in Low Valley, where no strays could get in. But he never did anything about it and I don't know what became of the map. Let's see that map there—” With a grubby finger, the old man traced a route from the loca­ tion of the ranch house. “Now see here where the Nopo­ cos sorta switch their tail—I think Ralph’s trail began right about there.” Rusty considered. “But the val­ ley’s so far west. If we pastured the yearlings there while they’re putting on weight, they’d run a lot of it off when we drove them back here to send them to market,” It ain’t necessary to drive them back,” Hank said eagerly,, turning again to the map. “Ralph thought of that problem and found a solu­ tion. Now see, here’s Low Valley and here’s its south wall. Some- wheres along here, Ralph found an easy trail up over that south wall, down to the Big Sandy, and straight across her to the highway. You write him, Miss Rusty. That map he made must be somewheres. Or ask your mom. She might know.” When Rusty asked her .mother, Mrs. RoWland recalled that Ralph sand Hank had packed into Low Valley, but she didn’t know any­ thing about a map. However., she produced an album of pictures which Ralph had taken on the trip, Rusty settled into an armchair in her room to look them over. Ralph had arranged them in order, with notations • under each one. First came a long series taken dur­ ing the difficult trip over the ridge. Then, Rusty came to a snapshot of Hank and his horse on an eleva­ tion looking down into the valley— “First ' ■pocket range, sected by a stream, its sides rising like great The next page gave more inti­ mate views of the valley—.views of big trees and parklike expanses of grass. And then, Rusty forgot the beauty of the scenery, . for them was a notation — “October 5th. 'Grass still 'green; plenty of water in stream. Stream fed by springs. No bog land.” “A feeder’s paradise,” she mur­ mured. The final picture showed crouched over a fire, iron balanced between the rocks, fish. . Softly Rusty quoted, “A Canada Puckers, writes of his' ex­ periences as a prisoner of war in Germany, and tells of the heroic work of FQ. Rill Wilson, son of Mm and Mrs. -C. L. Wilson, of town. FO. MacstokCr was at the head of­ fice of Canada Packers in Toronto when he enlisted in October, 1941. He has visited with Mr, and Mrs. C. L. Wilson on several occasions. Qn May 8 th, 1944, my crew at­ tached to the Iroquois Squadron was assigned the bombing of Heine St, Pierre in Belgium, We reached our- objective and dropped our bombs successfully, On our return home we were attacked by a Ger­ man night fighter and raked from underneath, two engines were knocked out and fire spread rapid­ ly through the plane, forcing us to bale out. Our pilot (W. Wilson, of Exeter) sacrificed his life to save the lives of his crew. In hailing out, I had the misfor­ tune to break my ankle, requiring medical attention, This prevented the Belgium people from aiding me, and I was turned in to the Germans. ■I was taken from this point to Brussels for interrogation, not re­ ceiving any medical’ attention for almost a week, my leg became in­ fected. After keeping me three weeks in Brussels, I was sent to Germany to a hospital at Neinningen. The doc­ tors at this hospital were captured British personnel. A South African GRAND BEND The little skiff of snow has made the village think of winter being near. Among those who have decided to go to a warmer spot to spend the winter are Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Bend­ er; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Penfound; Mr- and Mrs. Mark Wils; Mrs. Eccle- ston, and Mr. Walter Statton. They are preparing to leave in the very near future. We wish them all a fine visit. Mrs. Wallis Desjardine is spend­ ing a week with her parents in Lon­ don.Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Holt spent Friday in London with .their niece, Mrs. Gordon Ulens, who has been quite sick for the past four weeks. Mr. Banister, of Stratford, is erecting a number of suhnmer homes in the tourist camp. He has most of the cement flooring in- for the new roller skating rink which he expects to complete. It will be a very large one and. should give a lot of pleasure to the young Mrs. Alex Periso has home from St. Joseph’s where she was quite ill time but is getting along present. Mrs. E. .Myers has the dug out for the erection home. Mrs. Richard Hamilton doctor (Captain Fergus) took charge of me and through bls skill ip handling my case my leg was saved. Being a Prisoner of War Is not a pleasant, thought, but I had many entertaining moments associating 'with the different men from Allied Nations. If we had to subsist upon Ger­ man rations, our plight would have been pitiful, but the Red Cross parcels kept us alive and every Prisoner of War feels grateful for the wonderful work they have done. My viewpoint of the German people themselves, was that they were dominated by their superiors and served through fear, When I was able to walk I was moved to Nuremburg and for six weeks while here we were subjected to continual bombing, as our camp was only four miles frpm the city. While at this camp we could nqt get Red Cross parcels regularly and our rations were as follows: 1/7 loaf of Black Bread per man 3 potatoes per man per day 2 bowls of German Soup We constructed stoves from empty tins to do our cooking on and called them 'Smokey Joes or Krjege Burners. It was quite a problem to secure wood for our stoves but we managed taking boards from fences, when the guards were not looking. The Americans were rapidly ap­ proaching the city and the Germans again moved us to Mooseburg (40 miles, from Munich), At this camp we were liberated by 'General Pat­ ton’s 14th Armoured Division. After liberation we' were trans­ ported by trucks to the German Airfield at Straubing, From there were were flown in American Dakotas to Rheims in France. From here I was fortunate in being flown to England in a plane of my old squadron. Words fail to describe our feel­ ings upon arrival in England, where we were given a grand reception, Bill is now at No. 7 A.F.C. Hos- , pital, Niagara Falls, Ontario, tak­ ing exercise and physio-therapy treatment for his ankle. He has , been playing on the baseball team .but says his base running is pretty ‘slow. We are very pleased to hear i about him and know he is improv- j ing. help with clothes.” can’t you those poor away in a to a No Happiness in the Home When Mother Is Sick The tired, worn out mother cannot make a happy home if she is sick and worried by the never ending household duties. She gets run down and becomes nervous and irritable, downhearted and discouraged, can’t rest at night, and gets up in tho morning feeling as tired aS when she went to bed. Women suffering in this why may find in Milburn’s Health and Nerve Pills a remedy with which to help recuperate tlieir health, build up the run down System, and assist theta back to health—happiness again. Price 50c a bolt, 65 pills, at all drug counters. Look for OUT trade mark a “Red Heart” on tho package. The T. Milburn Co.< Limited, Toronto, Ont. _ . view of Low Valley.” A the heart of the Nopoco floor was level and bi­in its solid walls. Hank spidei’ frying great place to camp. Stream rushes down in a roar, then spreads out in a green pool. There are big trees, and the ground beneath them is like a park.’ Mow where,” she demanded, sitting up, “did I hear that? Oh— Decker—that night he proposed. He said we’d go there for our honey­ moon. But could he—” She scuttled downstairs for a map, located Low Valley and trfijtf to relate it to Decker’s ranch, the Four D. True, Decker owned some of the lowef Nopocos. “And he could have a valley of his own,” she thought. That night,' Rusty sent a letter to Ralph: Feeders refusing stock, summer range. Must have safe from black market misters. Is Low Valley possible? If so, wire where map can be found. Ralph didn’t Wire. He air-mailed concise instructions and her of warnings. Low Valley is perfect you need; plenty of feed and wa­ ter. It has protection at every point save the trail you will have to build out over the south Wall. You’ll need your bulldozer and tractor over one setretch-—I’ve marked that on the stretch—I’ve marked that on the cleared, a one-man relay can han­ dle the valley gate guard. You *11 have to take a surveyor in with you on your first trip. Have him lay your. trail lines according to the history I drew up on the map. I’d advise waiting until after the roundup, and, Rusty, if yOu can’t find a vet who’ll come out to vac­ cinate the caiveS, you’d better take up the Offer that fellow* made, the one Mother wrote about, and learn to do it yourself, (TO BE CONTINUED) night Need place any num- for what Not just one gift but 52, one’s that are always new. The last copy will be just as welcome, just as thrilling, just as interesting as the very first—and it is a whole family gift. LUCAN TO BUILD MEMORIAL RINK Lucan and a memorial centre. Over from Lucan district met Lucan, at a ed by a business meeting at which it was decided to proceed with the project of building the rink. The work is to be commenced as soon as material and funds are available. Over $2,500, from commissions on district 'Plan to build rink and recreational 70 interested people and the surrounding at the Central Hotel, turkey supper, follow- Victory Loan drives and other local activities, was placed in the building fund. Walter Gibson was named treasurer and George Paul, secretary. Hensail Hunters Have Good Luck Hensail hunters have had good luck in their quest for game. Dave Sangster, recently discharged air­ man, bagged a red fox. Lloyd Non- kers, Ed. and Jack Corbett, Bill Parke, G. Kerslake, H. Lemon, Dave George and Jim Sangster shot a 300 lb. deer with 8 prongs. people. returned Hospital for some nicely at basement of a new Mrs. Richard Hamilton is out of the hospital and doing fine. Miss Enid Holt spent the past week in St. Thomas with her sister Beulah. Mr. {Zimmer is building a very fine home and is getting along fine in spite of the shortage of material. Mr. Wm. Beer, who has been con­ fined to his home, is improving nicely. Miss . Berdie Hamilton, of St. Marys, who has been with her sis­ ter, Mrs. W. B. Oliver for the past few weeks, returned to her home last week. Quite a number of nimrods have returned from the kill. A number of cars through making Mrs. London turning Saturday. Mr. Wally Desjardine is adding a big extension to his building. Miss Mary Yeo spent the past week in Detroit with her brothers, Ben and George Yeo. Mr. Alex Hamilton sports a new Dodge truck to peddle the milk route. We understand the Imperial gar­ age, east of the Bossenberry Hotel, is to be torn down and a new build­ ing to be erected in its place. with deer while 'passing have stopped at the village quite a showing. Dave Sturgeon visited in for the 'past few weeks re- The funeral of the late .John H. Smith, who died at the home of daughter, Mrs. Hugh Berry, BruCefield, wask held from United church with interment the Dungannon cemetery. ALVIN ARKSEY, OF BLANSHARD, DIED IN HIS 86th YEAR An invalid since 1938 when he fell on some ice in St. Marys, and fractured his hip, Alvin Arksey, a former well-known farmer of Blau- shard, passed away November 20tli at the home of his son, Freeman Arksey, lot 20, West Boundary Blanshard. Mr. Arksey was a son of the late William 'Arksey and Sarah Hanna and was born near Whitby on the Sth of ^July, 1860. When he was four years of age he came with his parents to Blanshard. In 1885 he married Ann Dinsmore and lived in Blanshard until 1925 when they moved to St. Marys. In 1938 Shortly after the death of Mrs. Arksley de­ ceased fell ahd fractured his hip. Before moving to St. Marys he was a member of the WhalOn United church. He is survived by two sons Freeman and iGeorge who reside on the West Boundary, The funeral was held Thursday afternoon from the home of his Son Freeman, where he passed away with interment in the Kirkton Union Cemetery. Rev. Laing, of the Woodham United church officiated. The beaters were Messrs, Joseph standeaven, John Dinsmore, Edward DinSihOre, Thom­as Cunning, Fred Rodd and Earl Gregory, The floyrOr boaters were Melville Westman, James Strong, Frank Gunning and George Squire, picture? TWO THINGS: First, the mouthpiece of the telephone is too far away. It should be close to, and directly in front of, the lips And second, that cigarette certainly doesn’t aid clear enunciation! We all tend to forget such details at times But they are essential if your voice is to he heard clearly and naturally, without strain on your part or effort by the listener at the other end. What’s wrong with this Manager Remember, always speak directly into the mouthpiece. And pleaso remember fbese other simple rules of GOOD TELEPHONE USAGE Give the person you call plenty of time to answer. Answer your own tele­ phone promptly. Consult your directory when you’re not sure of the number. Avoid breakage pldce the receiver g-e-n-t-l-y. And keep the instrument away from tablh-edges, etc!. J. M. GOODWIN