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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Lucknow Sentinel, 1935-10-03, Page 4PAGE FOUR (An Advertisement of the Bruce Liberal Association) TO THE Electors OF THE Riding OF Bruce W. R. TOMLINSON, BRUCE LIBERAL CANDIDATE Heed well the voice of reason! Vote for the Lib­ eral party, the only res- p o n s i b 1 e parliamentary group in Canada! In the course of , this election campaign, certain sectarian politicians will appeal to your pre­ judice or sentiments in the vain hope of hiding the poverty of their ideas. The electors will not be duped! Recall the false pro­ mises made by Bennett in 1930. Now that he has utterly failed the Conservative leader seeks renewal of his mandate. Take no chances of being under the thumb of a dictator who cares not one whit for the wishes of the people or the rights of our provinces. THICK OR THIN VOTE FOR THE ONLY TRULY RESPONSIBLE PARTY IN THE COUNTRY TO-DAY—THE LIBERAL PARTY LED BY MACKENZIE KING. In regard to the tariff, his policy is clear and stable—not veering with every political wind like that of the other parties. The Liberal government you will elect, is prepared, undei’ the guidance of Mr. King, to adopt measures whose purpose will be to put new life into the commerce and industry of this nation. Social reforms which the Liberal party is ready to under­ take will be of lasting benefit because they have their base in logic and sound common sense. The Liberal party has formulated a seriously considered program whose 14 planks provide an assurance of national unity, and with it a sane sensible solution of our grave nat­ ional problems. VOTE LIBERAL AND GET ACTION Vote Tomlinson To many people, thin blood means the same as poor health. They speak of “good rich blood’’ as if this were the trade mark of robust health. The blood is an important part of the body. There are various diseases and certain disorders of the blood, but the most remarkable thing about the blood is how little it changes in certain respects despite a variety of changing conditions. There are salts and minerals in the blood of which sodium chloride Dr table salt is the largest constit­ uent. Under ordinary conditions the concentration of these salts in the blood is kept at the same level. They are lost from the body in the urine and sweat, but a reserve is stored in the skin whence it is called forth as required. The concentration in the blood is controlled by the kid­ neys. The blood is slightly alkaline. Those who speak of their blood’s being too acid are evidently ignorant of the fact that if their blood were to become even barely acid, they would die, and if it were to swing a fraction more to the alkaline side, convulsions would occur. These things are mentioned to remind our readers that the human body, as evidenced by the blood, has a remarkable ability to keep on run­ ning smoothly because of its cap­ acity to adjust to changing conditions But just because of this, there is no excuse to abuse the body by call­ ing upon it to meet unusual and severe strains, through carelessness or ignorance. There is a point be­ yond which lies danger. Repeated strains may cause a premature wearing out; it is better to keep the demands within reason. Thin blood, poor health and other complaints are most common in the spring, because during the winter, so many people fail to live in such a way as to give their bodies a fair chance. For one thing, they deprive themselves of fresh air. Fresh air is just as desirable in winter as in summer, and it can be had the year round without cost. It is outside your doors and windows, waiting for you, and it will come in if you will only give it a chance. Leave your bedroom window open a little each night, and so allow yourself to sleep in fresh air. Questions concerning health, ad­ dressed to the Canadian Medical As­ sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, will be answered personally by letter CREWE Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Gray are visit­ ing their daughter, Mrs. M. Shackle­ ton. A number from here attended the school Fair at Couries Corner where all the pupils had splendid exhibits and were successful in winning priz­ es. Kenneth Gauley captured the T. Eaton trophy. Misses Harriet and Ella Whitley spent the week-end with their aunt Mrs. Isaac Nixon. Mr. Joe Alton of Goderich and Alvin Kerr of Nile, spent the week end with Mr. T. M. Durnin. Mr. and Mrs. Will Reid and Jackie spent Thursday with her mother, Mrs. Wm. Wilson. Mrs. Campbell of Donnybrooke is spending a few days at Wm. Croz- iers’. PARAMOUNT Mr. and Mrs. Wm. R. Martin spent the week-end with friends at Kin­ cardine and Pine River. Miss Mary Cook is home from Southampton where she has been nursing. Mrs. James Cook has been visiting with friends here. Mrs. James Blue from Amberley is spending a few days with her daughter, Mrs. Grant MacDiarmid. Silo filling is the order of the day Mr. Norval Richards returned to Guelph last week to resume his studies at 0. A. C. Mr. and Mrs. Pete Dahmer and family from Kincardine and Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Barkwell, 2nd con., were recent visitors with Mr. and Mrs. Wm. McGill. Miss Acie Dahmer from Kincar­ dine is spending this week with her aunt, Mrs. Wm. MacGill. Mr. Fred Martin judged horses at the Pinkerton Fall Fair recently G. H. MOONEY ILL HIGH AND CONTINUATION SCHOOL GRANTS IN BRUCE According to the Chesley Enter- prise the following is the list of Bruce County grants to Continuation and High Schools jn the county: Hepworth .............$ 1547.74 Lucknow ............... 1756.40 Ripley ................... 2919.75 Paisley ................. 3088.08 Teeswater .... 4737.43 Wiarton ................. 3628.41 Chesley ................. 4544.93 Port Elgin .............. 4970.37 Kincardine ............ 6324.61 Walkerton ............. 7263.84 Bruce County grants to Continua­ tion * schools are, we understand, aix amount 2% times the Legislative grant. In the case of Hepworth and Lucknow, which places are boun­ dary towns and draw grants from two counties, Bruce County bases its grant to these townjs, according to the number of Bruce County stu­ dents attending these schools. Mr. George H. Mooney one of Rip­ ley’s outstanding citizens and former proprietor of the Ripley Express, un­ derwent an operation in St. Joseph’s Hospital, London, one day last week. Mr. Mooney had been suffering from an internal disorder for some time and when under careful medical sup­ ervision his system was not respond­ ing to treatment, an operation was advised. We are pleased to report that this was successful and the pat­ ient is making favorable progress toward recovery.—Ripley Express. BRIDGE NEAR COMPLETION With the pouring of the last sec­ tion of the floor on Tuesday Contrac­ tor Mowbray’s crew brought the new bridge one step nearer to completion. All that remains to be done is the pouring of the concrete railing pil­ lars, and placing of the steel railing and the removal of the forms and falsework. During the past few weeks Mr. Mowbray has had his gang greatly enlarged in man power and has been making things hum, and it does appear as though he has suc­ cessfully beaten old man bad wea­ ther to the punch. Among those who have watched the progress of the structure from the first excavation for the piers, the opinion is that the bridge has been well and truly hand­ led, and that the new bridge will out­ last a great many generations of Paisleyites. Engineer Kunz, co-de­ signer of the bridge, who has been supervising the job almost since its inception, assures us that the new viaduct is as fine structurally and in appearance as any of its size in Canada.—Paisley Advocate. GODERICH LAWYER IN FIELD At a convention in Hensall the end of the week, Frank Donnelly, well-known young Goderich lawyer, received the unanimous nomination as Conservative candidate to contest the riding of Huron-Perth in the federal election. Four other names were placed before the convention, but three of these withdrew and the fourth was not present. The conven­ tion then made the choice of Mr. Donnelly unanimous. HERE AND THERE The farmers around town are get­ ting their silos filled these days. Ew­ art Taylor filled his three silos last Tuesday and Wednesday; R. J. But­ ton’s on Wednesday and W. E. Hen­ derson’s silo on Saturday. The corn is a good crop this year, standing up well and well cobbed up. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Graham of Mt. Forest, visited on Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. A. Havens. First Orange Dance of the season Thursday evening. Miss Ellen Burns is visiting at present with friends at Brussels. Mr. Donald iStimpson spent a few days last week with Mr. Eldon Hen­ derson. (Miss Anna Mae Treleaven of Crewe visited a few days last week with Mrs. Ewart Taylor. OUR BORDER LINE Three thousand miles of border line —nor fort nor armed host On all this frontier neighbor-ground from east to western coast; A spectacle to conjure with — a thought to stir the blood! A living proof to all the world of faith in brotherhood. Three thousand miles of border line —nor has a century Seen aught along this common course but peace and harmony. 0 nations bound in brotherhood! 0 faith in fellow-man! What better way on earth to dwell than this God-given plan ? Three thousand miles of border line! —One hundred years of peace! In all the page of history what par­ allel to this? God sspeed that surely dawning day —that coming hour divine— When all the nations of the earth shall boast such border line! —The New York Times., THE LUCKNOW SENTINEL Once Upon A Time BY E. X. HQFDS (An Old Timer) Wingham was just beginning to stir on this particular Tuesday morn­ ing. Shopkeepers were setting out displays. Delivery wagons were trundling over the pavement. Dishes were rattling, silverware clinking in a nearby cafe. Nearby, a radio blared into sudden activity as if it, too, felt the prompting urge of the morning. Coming down the street I met Mr. Deachman. For a moment I paused. After all he was a busy man, and who was I to presume on his time? Yet he stopped to speak to the news­ boy on the corner. “Hello Harry, how’s business?” I turned. Yes, it was he who had spoken. No formality here. I said, “Mr. Deachman”. He smiled. Change it to Bob,” he retorted. “It saves time.” We went up the street together, crossing over in front of the post­ office and down past the hotel. Would I come to the Committee Rooms? This was my lucky morning. Why, of course I would. Once seated in chairs . . . they were those comfortable arm ones, trifle old-fashioned, but certainly better than these back-breaking, modernistic affairs. Once seated, I began a furtive search for a match. “Have a light.” Now this was a sheer surprise. A non-smoker carrying a match, and without any objections to smoking. The conversation drifted to gen­ eralities, as all good conversations do. So many people, I mean of course the “Old Tory Guard,” have been whispering little sayings, that fig­ ured around the word “stranger,” and not a “local man.” Well there would be no harm in making a ten­ tative remark. There was a merry twinkle in his eyes, as he handed me a little yel­ low book. “The Lone Guest,” I read, “by R. T. Deachman.” The unspoken question of my mind was answered. This was the author, the man whose article on a visit to his home touched the hearts of home lovers from one end of Canada to the other. And to my eyes as I turned the cover over, there came the sentence: “I was born near the village °f Gor- rie, in the township of Howick, in the county of Huron, in the province of Ontario.” And as my friend spoke there came a mental vision. Under the deft mastery of his words I saw his home. Gorrie! A quiet little town, so very typical of serene Ontario. I saw the bridge and dam, that haven of the small boy. The homes and gardens. The peaceful little church, where men and women were taught to honour God and love their fellowmen. I caught the enthusiasm of his voice as he spoke of the “ole swim- ,min hole.” Could see the gleam of ' sun and water on sturdy, young, bronzed bodies. Could almost feel the fierce thrill of delight as the fish nibbled. And the inrushing flood of grief at the one that got away. “It was,” said he, “the North Branch of the Maitland River. How it threads its way through the old con­ stituency! The Maitland is part of the life of North Huron—I Jove it.” And on the magic carpet of ima­ gining, we went back to the quiet, little graveyard. Saw the tombstones, some tinged by lichen and moss, and all hallowed by the years. “And recent mounds new-tended, show where poignant grief, still fresh and strong, beeks with living flowers the love that’s lost.” I am reminded of this sentence of his from “The Lone Guest.” It ex­ presses the depth of feeling, that lie has for these . . . his friends and kinsfolk, the living and the dead. A strong feeling of shame seems to sweep over me. A stranger! No! Emphatically no! It is a mere fab­ rication on the part of some unscru­ pulous person. This man is no stranger. How can he be ? He who as a lad, churned the dust of quiet Howick roads with his tanned bare feet. Who, during the years in which he has been away, has cherished fond and sincere dreams of this . . . his home. “Beside yon straggling fence, that skirts the way, Yon blossomed furze, unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. These words of Goldsmith were recalled to - my mind as my host spoke of his little school house. Yes, and back in those same ink-scarred seats sat “Bob” Deachman and George Spotton. I wonder if Fate whispered to them, then, that they would vie and contest with each other in matters exceeding “readin, ’ritin’, and ’rith- metic.” Did intuition in a kindly mood, whisper to them that they would meet on the opposite sides of the political fence, in their own home riding? And of course our conversation drifted to politics. Now, I’m sorry to say that my knowledge of the pol­ itical life of our country is inade­ quate. I wanted to query my dis­ tinguished friend without professing my ignorance. “Are the good old days of politics over?” THE CITY OF DAMS East and west, north and south, I’ve seen the sights of many a land. I’ve visited many sections of this western hemisphere and have lived in towns and cities in many parts of the world, but so far as I can recollect, Lucknow is the most dam­ med town I think I have ever known. It’s almost forty years since I bought my ticket from Dan Hayes at the Grand Trunk station and its about that long ago since I walked the streets of that little old town, but among the most outstanding pic­ tures that hang on memory’s wall, are‘those of the happy hours I spent with sun-blistered back and aching joints in the swimming holes of the town in which I grew up. Yes, Lucknow was a well dammed town. It seems to me, after the lapse of the years, that the dams in that town were so close together they fairly shouldered each other out of the way. If my memory serves me right— and how could I forget?—it’s less than a mile fropx the dam at the grist mill to the one at the carding mill, yet in between, there used to be two others; the little pigmy dam at the waterworks power-house, and the one at the saw mill a half mile below. Then there was the one built in the 80’s by Uncle Walter Treleaven to augument the flow of water at the grist mill. It was located on Archie MacMillan’s farm just east of town. Another farther down held the water impounded at McCarrol’s mill, an institution which many years ago went up in smoke. These were dams of some import­ ance in a commercial way. They were needed in those days to turn the wheels of industry, to drive machinery, which in turn created employment and which in turn sent manufactured products throughout the country. But there were many other dams which to me as a lad were consid­ ered of much greater importance. They were constructed through end­ less toil by kids who were to small to swim in the deeper holes of the little old Nine Mile River. They were ouilded not by great steam shovels of more recent days nor by steeds or mules who hauled ships °r wheeled scrapers. They were built by kids of tender years, who painstakingly placed one stone upon another, packing sods carefully be­ tween and over all, finally backing the water up until a sufficient reser­ voir was formed, a safe place to paddle, a spot where we could cool our blistered backs, or could find shelter from the chilling breezes which swept down out of the north. Yes sir, those were the busy, hap­ py days. We kids toiled, and sweated and chattered—chattered most of all perhaps. It was here in this demo­ cratic environment that we laid the foundations of friendships which have never been shattered, lifelong heri­ tages, the fruits of which have endured the onslaughts of father time. Here, boys in all stages of nudity, wrestled with engineering problems of the moment, while on the banks, girls talked “shop” wrangled over doll’s apparel, over problems of domesticity, over jealousies in which most of the boys were involved! Dams! Oh yes, Lucknow had lots of them. Though the streams have doubtless dwindled to tiny threads of tepid water, the memory of them still register among the happy things I cherish. Some of the happiest mo­ ments of my whole life were spent in building dams, which even in my days in Lucknow, gave place to something else. It was there, while engaged in this innocent sport I met some of the characters who in­ nocently took a hand in the shaping of my destiny. Who are they? Oh that’s just ano­ ther of the secrets of my life. The things that were the most significant at the time were the dams we built, the swims we swum, and the happy times I spent in the dammdest town I’ve ever known. The End. WORLD SPEED MARKS Seaplane—Lieut. Francisco Agello— 440.68 M.P.H. Airplane—Raymond Delmotte—312.- 21 M.P.H Automobile — Malcolm Campbell — 301.337 M.P.H. Motor Boat—Gar Wood — 124.86 M.P.H. Robert returned from school with his report card for his mother’s in­ spection. “But dear,” she said, “What’s the trouble! Why have you such poor grades this month?” “There’s no trouble, mom,” was the quick reply. “You know yourself things are always marked down after the holidays.” DRAWBACK Passenger to negro porter—“What time do we get to New York, George?” Porter—“iWe is due to get there at 1.15 unless you has set your watch by eastern time which would make it 2.15. Then, of co’se if you is goin’ by daylight saving time, it would be 3.15, unless we is an hour and fifty minutes late—which we is.” THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3rd, 1935 INTERVIEW WITH R. J. DEACHMAN by HARRY J. BOYLE, ST. AUGUSTINE Lyceum Theatre WINGHAM “Well,” he smiled at my question, “they have been rather dormant dui*- ing the past few years . . however That single word “however” seem­ ed rife with meaning. “And what do you think of Ben­ nett’s dictatorial attitude?” The fighting fire was roused. The full force of his eloquence smote me. Somehow it struck me with singulax- significance. It was so easy to picture the House of Commons coming to atten­ tion ... a nation’s statesman being aroused by that fighting spirit. And it is not merely the voice. It .akes but a moment of his conversa­ tion to make you realize that he is a xeen student, one, who having as­ similated a vast store of knowledge nas it now at his fingertips ever ready for use. It was he who pointed out to me, the significance of that slogan, “Vote For Bennett.” It means that he holds the stranglehold on the Conserva- cive party. He is rapidly assuming che attitude of the new crop of dic­ tators that is springing up through­ out the world. “The trouble with this business is ffiat it breaks with democracy,” said Mr. Deachman. “There is the essen- vial difference between the two lead­ ers. Mr. King is anchored to the democratic conception of government. Mr. Bennett is anchored . . . well . . . he's anchored to Mr. Bennett.” “Nor is this attitude confined to him alone. His own supporters are adopting the same attitude, of eras­ ing the name of the Tory party from their minds and literature. It’s always, ‘Vote for Bennett’-----are they ashamed of the old party? Or is this some new form of “ism” or where now is the party of tradition —the party which once boasted that it held the instincts of govern­ ment?” "And your own election cam­ paign?” 1 queried. It is a discussion of political top­ ics from the platform. I try as much as possible to divide my program in two parts. During the first half I speak. During the latter half, my audience is given every opportunity to ask questions, It is all on a fifty- fifty basis.” “And your opponent’s method?” “It cannot be the same,” said Mr. Deachman. “My opponent does not know the facts. He has never stud­ ied them. A few days ago he an­ nounced he would vote fol’ all good legislature. Funny, isn’t it? Pray how does the Bennet candidate dis­ tinguish between good and evil?” “Search me,” I said, in the lang­ uage of the street, “or better still let me search you.” Mr. Deachmap laughed and reach­ ed for his bag. “Here,” said he, “is the end of the search.” Then I read from the newspapers reports of Mr. Spotton’s nomination in 1930, his promise to support low tariffs, his opposition to un-employ- ment insurance, his protest again old-age pensions. “Now,” said Mr. Deachman, “was chat a suggestion of good legislation at that time or was it a suggestion of bad legislation? If it was good legislation then what has happened since ? Mr. Spotton supported the highest tariff ever imposed in Canada supported unemployment insurance, supported everything he then oppos­ ed. You can come only to one con­ clusion—Mr. Spotton cannot dis­ tinguish between good and evil, there­ fore is in no position to support good legislation because he cannot tell good legislation from bad. Anyway, if we search the legislative records of Canada we find that it is extrem­ ely difficult to distinguish between good and bad, and the distinction is not likely to be made by a man who tries to reach Parliament along a syncopated highway.” “Surely this is right,” I said to myself, “It is so plain there is no escape from it. Dancing is all right in it’s place, so is the circus. The circus barker has his role to fill, among the people of North Huron however, the higher appeal, the ap­ peal to logic and reason and common sense must be sustained. People must think their way towards .improved conditions, that is the only road.” “Hhere is a funny thing,” said Mr. Deachman as I rose to go, and he threw down before me several letters he had just received. One of them was from a newspaper editor in Western Canada. It contained this very surprising statement: “Person­ ally I am not much attached to any political party. I do not know what side you are on but I would love to see you in the House of Commons.” Then there was another from Mr. Bennett’s own home town of Calgary. It concluded with these words: “I am voting for Mr. Bennett—he is a personal friend of mine—but if I were in North Huron I would vote for you. I hope you will be elected.” “Now I had met Mr. Deachman. I realized what was back of his mind. Huron farms and fields drew him on —the problem of his native county remained with him in his absence. They have never left him. He should be classified as a farmer candidate for no man thinks closer to the soil. His native county will honor itself by selecting him for the House of Commons on the day the ballots are counted. The End. Show Starts at 8.00 P.M. Thursday, Friday, Saturday. October 3-4-5 MARGARET SULLIVAN HERBERT MARSHALL FRANK MORGAN In "THE GOOD FAIRY” A Picture packed With Good Comedy also OSWALD CARTOON “TWO LITTLE LAMBS” AND FOX NEWS —NEXT WEEK— EDDIE CANTOR In "Kid Millions” ■ 'Ibi8 Two great values in Metal Hoofing. Ex­ clusive patented features guarantee weather-tightness and easy applica­ tion. For new roofs or re-roofing. Send ridge and rafter lengths for free estimate. We use "Council Stan­ dard’ ’ for great­ est durability. Eastern Steel Products limited PRESTON ONT. factories also at Montreal e, Toronto r BEAUTIFUL ISLE OF SKjM&vfXUaim” As I sat in my pew one Sabbath, My heart was heavy with care, When a singer arose and sang for us ‘Beautiful Isle of Somewhere.” He carried us up with that glorious voice, And in thought we seemed to rise. Till we caught the glory and glow that shone, From the mansions of Paradise. And as we walked down the long dim aisle, Where the colored lights shone thru, He turned and said with his kindly smile, I sang today for your. For he knew my heart was weary and sad, And the pleasures of life were few. And he sought to guide my earth- bound thoughts, To that land where we live anew. I tried to thank him but sadly failed, For my eyes were filled w'ith tears. But a calm and peace possessed my soul, I had not known for years. Sing on, sweet singer; we need your help, Our hearts and lives to unfold, To lift us away from time and sense, Nearer the Gates of Gold. Sometime when we reach our Fath­ er’s home, And His love together share. 1’11 thank the singer who sang for me, “Beautiful Isle of Somewhere.” “Grateful” (Publisher’s Note)—This poem is contributed by a resident of the community—one who knows full well the loneliness of bereavement and who finds expression of her sorrow in the beautiful words of this poem HAS SPORTS GOODS SHOP It will be of interest locally to learn that Mr. Rae Watson, son of Mr. Jack Watson, formerly of Luck­ now, ^s conducting a sports goods shop in London at 189 Wellington St. As well as a complete line of sporting goods, Rae handles a var­ ied range of light hardware. He fea­ tures the Majestic bicycle and bic­ ycle sundries, and stocks a complete line of rifles and ammunition. He is thus enabled to offer a full service to 'sportsmen in every field. Rae is an occasional visitor to his old home town of Lucknow, and his friends here will wish him success in his- business interests in which he is ably assisted by his wife. Little Horace was wearing his first pair of real pants. He felt that at last he was a man among men. He strutted up and down and finally he went up to his mother and asked: “Muvver, can I call pa Bill now?”