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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-02-28, Page 9» i A New Serial. Story , ., ,® 9 •ffrA1 THE TIMES-AOVOCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSPAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 28tb, IfM “NICE GUY” ‘ - far: Paunchy Pih Judging from where hip voice North Bide gang, [erupts out pf the .black, and meas- his hpnehmen to 4 "" 44 ’4 — --- Whitmore, ‘because learned that Rippy The story thus her, head of the appoints two of , shoot Rippy aunchy has ..........................___ plane to leave hie gang and go straight. Then two men from the South Side gang appear at the hangout and announce that some unknown man in Paunchy's' gang has just murdered 'fhpir leader, Tiger Delia,way. They demand ree-’ titutiop and Pai;pchy falsely tells them how Rippy killed Tiger be cause of an unrequited love for his daughter, (Madge. Rippy and Runt, his pal, escape and hop a train, Just as the train is ready to pull out a head appears in the boxcar door way. CHAPTER VI Then like a flash every muscle in me snaps to attention. Slow and noisless I boost my anatomy to a right angle and my spinal column does a classy imitation of the frigid zone, Because through the darkness my blinkers have Just lamped two ■ hands slowly hooking on to the door slide and then a head slowly shoving up into the " open doorway. Fitting my -kisser around Runt’s left ear, I suzz: ‘'Somebody is crawling in with us!” This* remark galvanizes • Runt and in a twinkle ihe is crouched beside me. "And not^a chance to lam!” Comes what is maybe my death whisper. The mitts seize a firmer buckle onto .the door-slide and the dome pokes nip further vinto sight-range. Then with a spring a small dark (body is hurtled into the 'box-car. At the same second there erupts a snort of the engine, the yanking of the drawlbars, and then our car does a leaping lena. After that there is the slow dirge of pounding • wheels and it comes to me plainly that if I am going to be cooled off on my native soil I will have to be cooled quick. We are pulling out of town. Tense and numb, I wait for the rip. of the bullet, but there -ain’t . no hammer click-—no ripping bullet —no lead period.. The dark figure wavers for a pecond just inside the doorway. Then it moves over to the - other corner of the box car, and there floats back a plunking .sound as it flattens out on the floorboards. “Only a (bum,” I mutter in Runt’s left ear, -hammocking down onto the floor. Thirty minutes ©kip by and thirty^- ,4‘Well, I-,_L ___ ■tvfl'voi’S ¥minutes more dash off to join them. From the far corner ripples the soft gargle of snoring, so I ken that .the hobo is all done up nice in dreams. Down iby my, side Runt iS doing . a pretty neat jo|b of wind-blowing himself. ' & .Personally, it° takes more than ,a hard floor and the happy thoughts of two oif the toughest gangs this side of Hades on my tracks to rock me to sleep. Besides, even if I am ■ safe at the moment, -all 'through my life I have got to know that at any see il may turn &< corner and find myself grinning into a tomimygun’s ■teeth. And when-1, do. I am going to get plenty of sleep quick, so why* bother with any now? So the hours skip after'each other. “He never come out," mumbles Runt from down in the curtains. • “He never come, out.” 'Then he takes a couiple more good pulls on tlie saw, hits a snag, and comes back to what he uses for his normal mind. “You awake?” I ask him. “(Sure,”, he informs .me. “I ain’t slept a wink.” “I would hate like sin to 'hear you in sound slumber,” I retort. ‘‘Be cause, personally ( it seems I am the only bird in this compartment who is burning the midnight oil.” . “You ain’t slept?” Runt inquires. “You’re uncanny,” I compliment him. • ■ « “You're Worried about your- neck?” he is politely interested. “Skip it!” I retort firmly, snatch ing for a firmer grip on my insides. “I’m aces high, Runt. (Aces high. Lord, I wish I had a .smoke!” “(Here,” helps out Runt, poking a cause, personally, it seems I am the “Great,” I thank him. “Now a . Jight.” * “Sorry,’J apologizes Runt. “Got no matches. That’s why I ain’t been smoking myself.”’ (Painstakingly I explore over all my spare cracks and it is useless. I have sulphur, “Maybe,” • ' Suggests “the bo in yonder corner has a light on him.” “Yeh,” I murmur back,’ “‘Which is a big boost for us, ain’t it?” “Right,” agrees Runt, and be- £or I am half' conscious of it, he Is spinning himself down the boards. crannies, got not Runt^ Tt •fl**"** uring pff the di&tapcp with my par drum. I guess he is about halfway between me and the bo, “Maybe,” insinuates Runt, hope ful, “you have got -a match.” There is not a jnurmur from the far end. Then my ears catch the scrape of Runt’s dogs making more contact, so now he is maybe two-thirds af the distance down. “Listen,” ihe repeats, still fiapeful, “maybe you have got a match.” Not a peep comes out of that third mug in.the corner, and even Runt starts to lose hope. “Maybe,”' he suggests, “then you ain’t got a match.” “Maylbe,” (I announce from piy end of the van, “the guy has croak- led and we are teamed uip with a stiff*” Balancing imy chassis on my dogs, and it reads easier than, it works, because we are now ripping away at sixty-five nr seventy per, I sway down beside Runt. From that position the first 'crack; of daybreak, wriggling in through a slit in the 'icar, faintly shows me .a dark some-' thing, ' doubled up with it’s face away from us. "'“iLook here,” I 'demand, wheeling one toe ^faintly against its back, “have you got a light?” “No il haven’t,” trebles out the figure, sitting 'bolt upright and scooting away from my toe. “I don’t smoke.” Weakly I 'fold down onto my nat ural seat, and take a firm clutch at my hair to hold 'my top on. “Good Lord!” I explode. “A dame’!” ' ■“A dame!” yodles Runt. “Why didn’t you tell me before, Rippy?” And he sinks dawn also, right be tween me and the skirt. “Tell you!” I snap at him. “I ain’t no soothsayer!” I grab in a !big lungful of ozone. “Did you sleep good?” Runt in quires, and from his tone you would guess the rib was his only Child. . “Pretty good—thank you,” hesi tates the dame, like he ain’t sure iif it is safe even to chin with us or not. “I’m .goin’ back,” I grunt to Runt, and boost myself up vertical, Be cause why waste time gettin’ ’chum my with any dumb' dame, when two guys like Runt and me caii be skirt- free over in our own end. “(Sure,’’ agrees Runt, never mak ing a budge. “Maylbe you would like my coat to put around you.” And it don’-t take no magic genie to tell he« ain’it._ addressin’ me. , ’--- *■ -—,p—” the dame’s voice wavers. “You bettei* keep it,” she , finishes lamely. “You better keep it,” Runt echoes her, and right now he is skinning out of it so fast he nearly gets apo- ■ pl'exy, . ' “Here is the coat,” announces (Sir Raleigh, sticking out what was in- tended for a coat, all right, when i (they made it. to know. “.Flat,” 1S Runt shuffles his hoofs about the way aye always does when he is working up some tough pew re mark. Pretty soon It is all shaped up and ready to rip. “Maybe you are going some place in special,” he comments. “■No, Just—just hunting,’11 she camps back, and I bet three to pne tha-t break she gets in her voice is swung in on purpose for sympathy- getting. “Hunting wlhat, lady?” is (Runt’s question next. “Money,” replies the dame, “I’m ’hunting money.” And I am all for commenting is one skirt to admit it. “.Money?” but one Io>W, got Farmer to Thirty Days and Must Pay Fin# A, RWTYt 61 year old Tucker smith farmer, was sent to jail for 30 days and fined $100 at Gode rich Wednesday of last week after a -Supreme Court Jury found him guilty of libeling Wing Cmdr. Pat- rick, O.B.®., former commanding officer of No. 5 Radio School, R.aA’F., af Clinton. Justice Wells ordered that Parry serve an additional goi days in jail should he fail to pay the fine. Conviction and sentence of the Tuckei'smith farmer followed three-day, .hearing in Supreme Court at, Goderich. A. 12-mau jury returned a unanimous verdict after deliberating more than three hours, In registering the conviction, they asked .that leniency be shown th*? man, Expresses Regret “I regret if I have caused Wing Cmdr. Patrick and trouble what ever-—-I regret it exceedingly,” said Parry following his conviction- Tep. charges of defamatory libel were preferred against Parry as a result,, of letters he wrote to the officer and to John Bracken, Hon, Colin Gibson, Hon. George A, Drew ’and to R, Hobbs Taylor, MfD,A. for Huron, last summer, These letters followed refusal of Wing, Cmdr, Patrick to permit the man to enter Clinton Radio School as an charged the officer with practice in the election and cast slurs against his military status. Appeal For Leniency An. appeal for leniency on be half of Parry was voiced by Frank Donnelly, K.C., defense counsel, before sentence was passed. ’ He asked the court to consider the man’s mental condition as appar ent during the time he was in the witness box, pointed out that he bad served 10 days in jail awaiting trial, before arranging bail, that he ' was a military pensioner, dis abled and not a man of means. “Wing Commander Patrick is highly regarded here and 'would not lose any respect of the people because of these allegations,” said Mr. Donnelly. “No matter how highly he is regarded in this district, it is a much more serious matter when an attack such as this goes beyond here,” said Crown Attorney D. A. Holmes. Scored! By Judge ' “I am glad to hear you say you regret, your actions,” said Justice Wells in passing Parry. “Here is a Commander Patrick) operational'- war duty. You de cided you., did not like him and a of $1Q0 in Libel Case you attributed to him. offenses which were not honorable. lie was engaged, in a war in which scien tific work. was necessary and Wing Commander Patrick did his best to help win that war. Added to ail his worries he had to worry about yog, Had you reflected yen might not have dope it* You went tp many important people and put his fine reputation in Jeopardy,” said the judge. “At that stand this plied Parry, Previously jury summing up tice Wells award of ish Government and of an Order of Merit by the 'U.S. Government upon Wing Commander Patrick for his work as an R.C.A.F, officer. Judge’s Charge In his charge to the jury Justice Wells expressed fhe opinion that Parry, the defendant, did not real ize the importance of the Clinton Radio School, of which Wing Com mander* Patrick was commanding officer, and of Wing Commander Patrick himself commented played an important part pda’s war effort “rights country.” Justice Wells reviewed against Parry and told the jury men •used suit they and decide if he believed what he wrote and if he wrote of ill-will. Great Public Interest “The way an election ed is of great public interest. You will have to decide if ‘ Mr. Parry believes what he said it true,’’ said the judge, commenting upon the defendant’s charges if corrupt prac tice contained in a letter to Hon. Colin Gibson, minister for air. ’ In the closing hours of. the trial Parry was cross-examined closely by Crown Attorney D. A, Holmes and a daily diary kept by the de fendant was produded. The diary referred to a letter written 'to Col. George Drew on August 16 last year, which, however, parry said was written about a separate mat ter altogether. time I did npt under* scientific work,” re* in his iddress to the . _ evidence JTus- had referred to the an o.b.ie, by the Brit- t:; 'TTJTQ .•iWiiiij; is the post-war period nOW! Domimon Textile is helping CANADA AND CANADIANS TO MEET THE PROBLEMS OF THIS PERIOD BY: 1, 2. 1 Giving year-round employment to thousands of Canadian men and women; we employ 30 per Cent, more now than before the war. Paying wages which total more than twice the 1939 payroll i 3, Producing and delivering a steady stream of cotton goods for Canadian consumers, even more than the great quantities we turned opt in pre-war times. repeats Runt, puzzled, like he is learning new. words (for his vocabulary, “Money,” reconfesses the .female. ‘‘Somewhere I am hoping to get $.10,000. That is wihy I left home.” “You left home?” asks the great ha^brain, like the • evidence in the Ifjesh and blood don’t convince him, “Yes,’ I left home.” Because I am not .concerned with prodigal sons, nor daughters, neither, I agree with inyselif not to even listen to her, But that soft voice ripples right into my earlobes, and my tliink-ibox reg isters in spite of 'iny npble inten- tions. “That is, I left my crippled brother. He is (all the family I have left.” “'Crippled?” speaks up Runt, picking up the first word that reg isters. “Yes. Donald has -been crippled for years, He was hurt in an auto crash. It is for Donald that I must somewhere, get $10,000.” “IHow come?” queries Runt po-. ilitely, like 10,00<0 plunkers is part of his regular vocabulary. “Donald must go to France. Dr. Baltmore in Paris is the only doctor on earth who can cure him. But it will take $1’0,000 to send him, And Donald and I are—paupers.” “T.00 bad.” Runt pushes around thoughtful-like in his coat pockets, like he,believes in miracles. “Yes,” agrees the skirt, “I had to put Donald in an' institution. I took . to the road, I’ve ..only found., small jobs. -Nothing much. But some day I must get $10,000.” “IMayibe now,” I come in, “you (Would dike 'to hear any life story.” “Oh!” The slkirt claps a.-white fist uip over her mouth. “Oh!” she repeats, ’“I don’t ihean—that is—" “Rippy's, life story,” starts out Runt obligingly, “ain’t certain.” “Button up!” I snap at him, be? 'cause in a few -more minutes like is 'not he will be telling this dame how some guys are already speak ing about .me in the past tense., And to the moll I remark, “Don't apolo gize., Tell all you want. I ain't -lis tenin’, anyways.” And’ this time I iboost myself, up on my ponies, gal lop down .to the far end and flop [ down in the corner. Hours pass. Completely I ignore •the two slo,w leaks at the other end. I do not speak to them, d. do not listen to them. Runt is a total loss, anyways, and 'when .he -gets dame exposure he ain’t fit company for even a spoiled sardine. 'There is a jarring sound. We slow down. We" stop. We don’t start again. Shoving myself ovei’ to the slightly opene,d door, I poke an or bit out through the slit. “Runt, I announce, “it puts me in tears to tell you ‘that we Will have to -bail out.” But, believe me, the tears story is just so -mucll fiction, because the sooner I can break up this dame-imlbecile combination the safer' I am going to feel. “Because why?” Runt unipastes his glimmers from the black-haired ■ frill and moves down beside me. '“Because this!” I point out the door slit. “We are set in the siding ■ land our train has went on.” x “We better bail out,” agrees Runt, and he is out of the car half a sec ond before t'he >his mouth. “Yes, we’d turn and the rippling toward me. She stops my side 1 _____9 black gliiiuimers full force on '.“Where,” she wants to know tim idly, “are we going from here?” (Continued Next Week) Next Week: The inystei’lous girl refuses to leave Rippy’s company, (which adds to ,Rippy’s anger and her own mystery, V “Thank you,” warbles the frill. “Thank you—so much.” By the early morning light which, how fills our whole buggy I can see she crawls into tlie coat and holds it. around her. And I guess maybe she needs it, all right,, because- she is ■Wearing a skimpy cloth affair that is no Eskimo layout, i ' “You’re —7 you're sure you’re warm enough without the c‘oat, the dame 'wapts to,' know. , “You bet,” Runt is positive.. “You (bet,” 'Then that vacuum tank just settles back slow on his ppread-out mitts and sets eyeing the dame. Not rude, exactly, buf. just incredulous. But what is so incredulous about a shrimp of a frill, maybe five-foot- one and not over a hundred pounds, all done up in a man’s coa't and with a m'op of mussed-up black hair sticking over the collar, I cannot see. ' ■ • And even if the black hair does come in curls and with round black' peepers to mach, still I do not see what there is to rate a'guy shed ding his only coat for. “NertS!” I mutter, flopping, down maybe ten feet away from them,, “Did you say something tb me?” the dumb rib wants to-know. “Not now nor never!” I tell her (firmly, and turn my back on them.- “Oh!” I hear the 'dame murmur and the way my "spine feels it must- be account of the dame “is giving me the once-over. “,It sounds,” . comments Runt, thoughtful, “he 'don’t .like dames.” “.Sometimes,” I puli <my -map up to sizzle over at him, “.I think.you are learning.” * '“Ridin’ boxcars,” says Runt ten derly, “ain’t very comifoftalble. It seems maybe you should have gone On the cushions.” , “The cushions cost money.,” she informs hint with a laugh, And maybe it is a nice, musical laugh, (but it is Still just a whinney to me. . “You’re broke?” Runt Would like last word is out better get out,” black-eyed moll oif- I is __ ,__ __at and concentrates them1 l me. election scrutineer. They corrupt sentence on man (Wing who was on HOG OF HURON TO VISIT PACKING PLANT W.e V. Roy, oif Londesboro, has been named- to fill a newly created appointment, . that of s'ecretary- treasurer of the Huron Hog Pro ducers Association. -He was unani mously elected at a meeting of (hog producers held at Clinton last week unddr the 'chairmanship of William Turnbull of -Grey township,’ chair man of the county hog committee. Huron should take advantage of its. right and sfcnd 15 delegates -to the annual (meeting of -the Ontario Hog (Producers Association, it was decided at the meeting. Quotas of delegates have .ibeen allotted to counties for the annual meeting, on. the ibasis of the hog population. William Turnbull, 'Charles Coultes, and James (Simpson are the jmem bers of a committee to co-ordinate transportation arrangements to To ronto for the meeting March 1. The meeting’endorsed a proposal for an educational tour of Huron hog producers to a Stratford pack ing plant, -and left detailed arrange ments in the hands of Mr. Roy. (It is planned £0 have, a party of 30 Huron hog producers make the trip on each of two days, March 21 and 22. The northern townships of the county, including. Ashfield, Howiox, Turnberry, Morris, Grey, Coliborne, and East and West’Wawa'nosh, will be a-lloted the 30 Vacancies for the first day and, the remainder oif the county will (be represented on the second day. The program at the packing plant is to include demonstrations of grading on foot, killing and cut ting, a talk by W. S. McMullen of the iLivetoCk Branch of the Do minion Department of Agriculture, and an exhibit of damaged and diseased sides oif bacon. that he in Can in this charges they must decide if the words in them were designed to in- the air officer. He said, too, must consider Parry’s manner 4. Guaranteeing, as a result of our years of ex perience, a peak of quality and durability in these materials. in a spirit is conduct- Dominion-Texrire Qomphny ‘ , LIMITED Makers of Cotton Goods for all Domestic and Industrial Uses including such Famous Lines as MAGOG FASTEST FABRICS COLONIAL SHEETS AND PILLOW SLIPS PRUE YARNS o >»»»»>»»»»»»»»>»»»»»»»»»»X«««««««««««<«<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< lllllh Daily long distance telephone calls in 1939 (as war broke) were 60,000. In 1945 (as war ended) they had mounted to 127,000 a day. And the volume is still rising ! A Pimple Covered Face Kills Many a Romance The lives of many young people are made miser able by the breaking out Of pimples, and ydu probably know of cases where a promising Romance has been spoiled by those rod, White, festering and pus filled sores on the face. The trouble is hot so much physical pain, but the mental suffering caused by the embarrassing disfigurement Which very often makes the Suffered ashamed io go out in company. . The quickest Way to got rid of pimples is to improve the general health by a thorough cleansing of the blood. Burdock Blood Bitters helps to cleanse the blood and With the blood cleansed the complexion should cleat Up. Tto T. Milbdrn Co., Toronto, Ont. Kirk,ton Breeder Buys Holstein Ross Marshall, Kirkton, paid $4'0iQ. for a yearling heifer at the dispersal sale of the purebred stein herd of A, J. Davidson on February 18 at Guelph, herd was shipped down from monton, Alberta to be sold at . ..., lie auction. . The 44 head offered' brought an average of $439.09. Top price was $1,80'0.00. Hol- held This ;Ed- pub- ’COAL Trying to ifind a shoVei or two of coal by Scraping out the bin is a popular town pastime these days. And you are lucky if you find it, because coal Is a scarce commodity, dealers are spreading it out very thin—-a bag or two to/a customer, and still there is not enough to go round. And the situation will Ibe serious in a week unless a num/ber of cars roll in, Here's ilioping, — Seaforth Expositor- K .WINCHELSEA Mr. and MrS. IR. E. Pooley -are busy these days moving to their new home near Exeter. The euchre cluib held their euchre party on Friday night at the home of Mr. and 'Mrs. JOe Bailey. Mr, and Mrs. Wm, Walters and Margaret Visited On iSunday with the latter’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Nelson DlarlcC, of Farquhar, (Mr. and Mrs. Alf 'Collier and “Grace, of Kirkton, spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. H. IBailey, 'Miss Dorothy Pooley spent the week-end with Miss Muriel 'Coward. ■Mrs. Don Penhale and Sheridan spent a few days last week with her mother, Mrs. W J. Veal, of Exeter. Master Billy (Gilfillan spent the week-end with iRoSs Veal, of Exe- ter; ,Mr. and Mrs. Sherwood Brock spent (Friday evening ‘with Mt* and Mrs. doldwiii Glenn. They were taken by surprise, it being their 3'0th wedding anniversary. An ad dress Was read iby Bill Brock, of London, and they were presented with a table lamp from near rela« fives* Because of wartime shortagcSj wc • have not been able to provide the additional circuits and equipment we need. Construction now under way will relieve that situation shortly. We must, meanwhile, continue to ask your help* When you place a call.•. FIRST, give the oper ator the nJme of the distant city... THEN, the telephone number of your party.. * THEN, when the operator asks it, your own telephone numbet. (Please avoid unnecessary details, especially if you know the distant number.) If you don’t know the distant tele phone number, please make a iiote of it for futute use when you hear the operator repeat it* tttCd Cd tote WAty YOU CAN HELP PROTECT LONG DISTANCE IN THE INTERESTS OF EVERYBODY’S SERVICE J. M. GOODWIN Mahager