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LAZY MEADOWS
'dews. You press a button and the
windows are off for the summer and
then you press a button and they're
back on during the winter.
On the other hand I probably
wouldn't be able to afford them, and
so they wouldn't do me any good but
that section of mankind that has
money, might profit, Of course if a
man had money, he could get some.,
body to take them off and put them
on, You can plainly see by this sort
of reasoning how 'deeply I was affect-
ed by the storm windows.
Storm windows have the most mad-
dening ability to get mixed up. In the
first place, the chalk marks that said
"North top left" seems to have been
rubbed off just enough to make it ap-
pear south top something.
You tote the window up the ladder
and try to make it fit, doing a neat
job of pinching your fingers. You then
try the south top right and it doesn't
fit, When you finally get the window
to the north top left, you discover
By Harry J. Boyle
This is the kind of a day when the
wash hangs straight" as my grand-
mother used to say. We keep look-
ing at the. calendar to reasurre our-
selves.'that it's really early in Decem-
ber and then we look back outside and
the day is muggy and steamy with a
Sort of dealy greyness about it, 1 am
sure I have no idea what that "dealy"
means, but it seems to say what I
think,
After a lot o'f gentle persuasion and
finally a few harsh words, my wife
has prevailed on me to put up the
storm windows, This, may I say, has
not added to my enjoyment 'if the
,,,.,day although I should 'be thankful that
there isn't wet snow around to corn.
'Plicate the job on hand. I wish some.
one would invent automatic storm wIn.
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present desire to .serve bring about an understanding of a
better way of life and a deeper appreciation of the time-hallowed
wish A Merry Christmas
Wingham
Utilities Commission
land. 'Grandma goes to the cellar, se-
lects the most perfect onion, halves it,
and peels 12 layers, one for each
month. The next day these layers'
show what the weather will be during
the coming year.
The daughter of the house goes
about town at midnight, to drink from
nine different fountains, Then she
goes to church, She expects to meet
her unknown lover on the church
steps.
WHITECHURCH
(Intended for last week)
Master Sidney Thompson of East
Wawanosh has been quarantined
with scarlet fever, for the past week.
Miss Doris Shiell had her tonsils
removed in Wingham Hospital, on
Monday.
The W.M.S. of Brick 'United
Church met on Wednesday last at the
Everything about storm windows, as
far as I am concerned, seems to event-
ually turn into trouble one, kind.
or another. The east one is warped.
There's a crack in the glass of the
south one, I try to get the big one
for the front of the house in place,
and it slips and I find myself dangling
from the ladder hanging on to the
window and yelling like trawler.
My wife comes out and helps me
then and the windows go on much
easier, In fact, she says that the
trouble I'm having, is just part of an
act, I resent this statement so I go
to town for glass and try and forget
the .whole affair,,Then I see the Rev-
erend Simpson putting on his and I
wonder with all of me. what he does
when the window slips and he gets
bashed on the knuckles.
Quaint. Swiss Custom
Of Meeting Lover
Forecasting is ritualized in Switzer-
that the dampness in the cellar has
made the window swell sw so that
just a sliver needs to be taken off,.
Then, you remember that the plane is
in the driving shed.
About the time you get the window
planed and have gone half way up
the ladder, your wife appears at the
doorway to say that the banker is on
the telephone. You get down and
stand the window up against the c,side
of the house and go in to - speak to
the banker, wondering if he is going
to foreclose the mortgage, I3e enquir-
es about the weather and the health of
everyone in the family and says, "By
the way' will you drop in my office
the next time you're in the village.
The Lions Club is planning a farm
and town banquet and I would like
to talk to you about it."
You go outside to find that the
pup has been in between the, window
and the house and that be has manag-
ed to knock the window down and
break one of the panes of glass.
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of us when you don't put your best
efforts into what you're doing. I think
therefore, that you'd better go else-
where for a job. Today's as good a
day a% any to severe connections."
Fired on Christmas Eve! Of course,
what Henning had said was true.
Larry wasn't happy being a book-
keeper at Morrison's .,appliance shop.
He had always yearned to be a writer,
and wrote numerous. short stories dur-
ing his spare time.
When Rosine told him of their ex-
pected second child he had taken the
job at Morrison's through sheer des-
peration, No longer could they, live
on their savings. He considered the
job as temporary, but it had lasted.
seven 'months with still no 'prospect of
entering the field , he desired. Hen-
ning had seemed sympathetic the past '
week. Perhaps in his daydreaming he.
had been inaccurate in his figures. At
least Henning spared him any embar-
rassment if that were the case, but
he could have. waited until after the
holidays to fire him. "And Bob Crat 7
chit thought he worked for Scrooge,"
he mumbled, pulling up before his
house. a '
His feet dragged as he trudged to-
ward the door. He mustn't tell her to,
night, he decided. He hoped he was
capable of carrying off an act •mtil
the day after Christmas. Opening the
door, he let himself in as unobtrusive-
ly as possible. Rosine was on a step,
ladder in the living room, decorating
the tree, while Chuckle, aged five, sat
on the floor, 'agog at the proceedings.
"Hello, darling," his wife called out
gaily. He tried to equal the happi-.
ness in her voice as he replied.; then
kissed Chuckle and started for the
kitchen.
"There's a letter for you on - the
radio," Rosine said.
"From whom?" His heart leaped
hopefully at her words and he hurisied
toward the radio. He picked up the
letter at the same time she answered,
"Truth magazine."
It was from Truth. His hand trem-
bled as he opened it. "Dear Mr.
Shannon," he read aloud. "Our mut-
ual friend, Silas Henning, recently
submitted one of your articles for
our consideration. We believe it shows
Promise and since we were given a
splendid recommendation by Mr, Hen-
ning we are writing to ask if you,
would be interested in a job hi our ed-
itorial' department, If so, call for an
interview this week."
The telephone was ringing, but for
a Moment, Larry and Rosine -nerdy
stood as though mute, staring at each'
other. Larry became conscious of the,
bell first and picked up the receiver.
It was Mr. Henning, laughing !,cart-
ily, "Bet I had you worried, elr
Larry?"
"Mr. Henning! I didn't know . . •
how did you." Larry was tongue-tied.
Rosine walked to his side, putting one.
arm gently round his shoulder.
"I found that article you wrote on
your son and the atomic age and sent
it in to A.shertort," Henning tsxplaini-
ed. "He's a good friend of mine and
editor of Truth. Well, I won't bold
you, Larry, fOst wanted to wish you
Merry Christmas."
"Merry. Christmas, Mr. Henning,"
Larry said as the .telephene clicked at
the other end, "Merry Christrilas..,-.
and thanks for thebest One I've ever
had." -
• H. L. SHERBONDY
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home of Mrs. Chas. Shiell, with a that he dreaded to repeat to Rosine:
good attendance. Mrs. G. M. Shiell I know you're not happy in your
was in charge of the meeting with I work. Larry, and it's not fair to either-
Mrs. Edward McBurney and Mrs.
Thompson reading scripture passages.
Mrs. G. M. Shiell led in prayer. The
nominating committee brought in a
sl ate of offibers, which were duly in-
stalled for next year. The following' is
the list, Pres., Mrs. Herson Irwin;
1st. Vice, Mrs. M. Ritchie; 2nd. Vice,
Mrs, Cecil Coultes; Corms, Sec., Mrs.
Snell and assistant, Miss Dorothy
Pattison; Treas., My. Leslie Wight-
man; Sec. of Christian Stewardship,
Mrs. Dow; Temperance and Christian
Citizenship Ses., Mrs. Cecil Coultes;
Supply Sec., Mrs. Geo. Coultes; Com-
munity Friendship Sec.. Mrs. Alex
Leaver; Literature Sec., Mrs. Gilbert
Beecroft; Missionary Monthly Sec.,
Mrs. R. M. Shiell; Press Sec., Mrs.
Frank Thompson; . Assistant, Mrs.
Edward McBurney; • Pianists, Mrs,
Norman Coultes, Miss D. Pattison,
Mrs. W. J. Moores, Mrs. Wightman;
Mission Band Supt., Mrs. Snell; As.
sistant, Mrs. Wightman; Baby Band
Sec. Mrs. Lawrence Taylor; Assist.
ants, Mrs. Roy Pattison, Mrs. Mason
Robinson; Special Fund Treas„ Mrs,
Alex Leaver; Sunshine and Cheer
Sec., Mrs.-E. McBurney, Mrs. Geo.
Carter, Mrs. Lorne Scott, Mrs. Mason
Robinson; Group Conveners, Mrs.
"Dow, Mrs. A, Pattison, Mrs. R. M.
Shiell. and Mrs. L. Taylor. The fol-
lowing ladies took part in the Candle
lighting service used for installing
the officers, Mrs. Gilbert • Beecroft,
Mrs, McRitchie, Mrs. Geo," Walker,
Mrs. Chas, Shiell, Mrs. Herson Irwin
and Mrs. Lawrence Taylor, Rev. W.
J. Moores closed the, meeting with
prayer Lunch was served and a social
time enjoyed by all.
Mrs. Robert Coultes of E. Wawa-
nosh, has been very ill during the past
'few weeks at the home of her daugh-
ter, Mrs. Gordon Bosnian of Bel.
grave. Miss Agatha Coultes, R. N,, of
Maynooth Station, has been here nurs-
ing her mother.
The white gift service was held on
Sunday by the young people of Brick
United Churcli; and. the gifts were
given to Miss Clara McGoWan as a
gift to the Children's Aid Society. A
Baptismal service was also held, when
little William Johnathan, son of Mr,
and Mrs. Henry Pattison, and Bever-
ley Wayne, son of Mr. and Mrs. Don-
ald Cook, 'were baptized.
By Lyn Connelly
The sharp wind laShed furiously
about Larry's head and shoulders,'
flirting momentarily with the idea of
sending his brown fedora spiraling
down the street, but he sensed its cap.
ricious tendencies and held the brim
of his hat tightly between. his fore-
finger.mid thumb as he ran toward
his car parked on the opposite' corner,
It would be the last time he'd heat
that particular path, he thought grim-
ly. It was Christmas live and every
body was in' a gay and anticipatory
mood, Everybody, that is, • except;
Larry. He had been reasonably
happy until trfat morning when the
whole world seemed to have crashed
about him. Opening the door of the
car, he slid in behind the wheel and
Started it toward home,
The fate of Silas Henning, until
fifteen minutes ago his boss, table to
his- and again lie heard the words
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