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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News Record, 1944-02-03, Page 2a.r The Clinton IN ends -]record with which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS 'OF SUBSCRIPTION $1.50 per year in advance, to Can- adian addreases• an- adianiaddretees; $2.00 to the U.S. or other foreign countries. No paper; discontinued: until all arrears are ° paid unless at the option of the, pub- lisher. The, date to which every sub- scription is paid is denoted on the label. , ADVERTItiSsING'RA'T S — Transient advertising 12c per count line fon first insertion. Se for each subse- quent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements not to exceed one inch, such as "Wanted," "Lost", "Strayed", etc., inserted once for 35e, eatch subsequent insertion 1.5c. Rates for display advertising made kpown on applications. Communications intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. o ' G. E. HALL - Proprietor nc PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD H. T. RANCE NOTARY PUBLIC Fire Insurance Agent Representing 14' Fire Insurance Companies Division Court Office, 'Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LLB. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block .... — .... Clinton, Ont. H. C. MEIR Barrister -at -Law Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ontario Proctor in Admiralty. Notary Public • and C$mmissioner Offices in Bank of Montreal Building Hours: 2.00 to 5.00 Tuesdays and Fridays. D. H. MCINNES CHIROPRACTOR lr^,lectro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street, (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours—Wed. and Sat., and by appointment FOOT CORRECTION by Manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 HAROLD JACKSON Licensed Auctioneer Specialist in Farnl and Household Sales. 'Licensed in Huron 'and Perth Counties. Prices reasonable; satis. faction guaranteed. For information etc. write or phone Harold Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth, phone 14-661. 06=012 DR. G. S. ELLIOTT Veterinary Surgeon Phone 203 Clinton, Ont. ERNEST W. HUNTER CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 57 Blear Str. W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. OFFICERS—President, Alex McEw- ing, Blyth Ont; Vice President, W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Manager and Secretary Treasurer, M. A. Reid, Sea - forth, Ont. . DIRECTORS Alex McEwing, Blyth, Ont, W. R. Archibald, Sea - forth, Ont., Alex Broadfoot, Sea- forth, Ont., Chris-Leonhardt, Born- holm, Ont., E. J. Trewartha, Clinton, Ont., Thomas Moylan, Seaforth, Ont., Frank McGregor Clinton, Ont,, Hugh Alexander, , Walton, Ont., George Leitch, Clinton, Ont. AGENTS—John E. Pepper, Bruce - field, Ont., R. F. Mcllercher, Dublin, Ont., J. F. Prueter, Brodhagen, Ont., George A. Watt, Blyth, Ont. Any money to be paid may paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin Cutt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- tion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses /inspected' by the director, 1 AMMAN NATIONAL RAILWAYS TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Toronto and Goderich Division Going East, depart 6.43 a.m Going East, depart 8.03 p.m. Going West,, depart .•..{ . , , 12.04 p.m Goin. g West, depart 11.10 pan. London and Clinton Division Coming North, arrive 11.20 a.m. Going South, leave 3,10 p.m" The basis of success is often a 44 inch chest and a low nervous tension. It is, always wise to apologize to a man when you are a woman and to a woman when you are right. THURS., FEB. 3rd. 1944 JOSEPHINE LAWRENC,E. CHAPTER XII a little, but lie goes to town payday Big-hearted Sarali Daffodil acts in and that's the end of - that," every ,capacity for ;the four -family house in, Garset after her husband's death. The frugal, elderly Mr. artd Mrs, Peppercorn and the newly-wed second one." Andrew and Candace Thane, occupy East and west -bound traffic the two top -floor apartments and be- stopped, the ears three abreast. Int - low them ,middle-aged Bert Fitts and patient horns blared, irritated. pe - his wife -who is too engrossed in war destriaus scowled from under the activities' to care for her home— and gurgle of drippvtg tunhrellas bob- King Waters, veteran of World War' bing on the crowded sidewalks. The I, and his wife Emma, a devotee of rain drummed steadily and coldly fine crocheting, Ring Waters, who 'on the black, shifting ;mass, on the is expecting to sign ,up fes making tops of the rotionlese ears, glanced speeches before young men's organi- , off into the puddles formed in the zations to raise the morale, discusses:asphalt depressions and pelted the Andy Thane's draft status with Mrs. raging torrents that flushed the re- Waters. Mrs. Waters, who has already fuse in the gutters. developed quite a reputation for hoar-' Candace heard the double wind- ding, goes on a shopping trip and shield wiper clicking busily. Relax- does some more hoarding. Andy and ed, comfortable, sheltered, she re - Candace have a few friends for Sun- fused to worry about the meter. day evening supper, and they talk "Who takes care of your children?" about everything and everybody she asked, while a snowstorm rages. She had a woman, a real nice woman, the driver revealed, inching Candace. leaned forward. "How old are your c'hildren." "Two, three and four. My family thought I was wrong to have the 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 came, Candace reasoned, •she night have heard something else, or at least she would be free to look. She allowed herself two months at home, the budget could stand the • strain, she told Andy. And instead of a private room, decided on a semi- private. She wanted the money for the baby, • Candace said. "I must settle the question of who's to look after him when I go back to work, too. Maiden aunts used to help raise families, but I guess the maid- en aunts have all gone to business now." Mothers, maiden aunts, cousins, all female branches of a modern family went to business, Candace decided wearily, after she had made the rounds of the employment agen- cies. It would be of little or no use to file an application for a young woman to take charge of an infant, the agency managers said; help of that kind was daily growing more scarce, in a few 'weeks' time the war industries would have them all. "You can't blame a quick, cap- able girl," one manager pointed out. "Factory work is often easier, it pays betteir and the girl has the "I know." Candace opened her advantage of companionship. Be- purse as they pulled up before the sides, there's no servant stigma house. "When I .lie awake like that, attached to her job." I think of all the women throughout A steady downpour which began the world who are lying awake, with concentrated violence as she trying to solve their problems, too." left the doctor's office one afternoon, But to Andy she confined that five drove Candace to the extravagance dollars' a week wasn't enough to pay of a taxi. The cold wetness of the for responsibility, and intelligence, dismal streets seemed to pierce though where they were goingto. through to her tired bones. Thank find it for what they could afford to. heavens the taxi was heated! Can- pay, she had no ideas as yet. dace clambered in, sank back on the "Andy?" she questioned him wide, deep seat and fumbled in her "Yes, Dace?" purse for her conipact. "Are you sorry? Do you regret "Where to, lady?" that you didn't try for the Navy or 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 at the seams. "Number 96 Wicker Street—right," The car started forward as the, light flashed green. The driver's eyes, steady and' blue, met Can - dace's gazein the small mirror. "Husband in the service? Not malt ed yet? Mine enlisted. This is his cab." There was no use in trying her car ahead as the line moved slowly forward. "She comes 'six days a week and stays as long as I want her—sometimes I work nights and stay home days. I pay her a flat rate—five dollars a week." Before she could stop, Candace blurted, "But do you think that's 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 kids understand they have to mind her. I tell her to smack 'em where they need it, if they give her any back talk." Anyway, the driver concluded easing her car around the corner and picking up speed on the nearly empty side street, that was all she could afford. She earned thirty-five dol- lars a week sometime* less; out of that she had to pay rent and buy food, insurance and clothing for the three kids. "I don't know how Iong I'll be running this car, either— with. all the talk about freezing tires and rationing gas. I suppose I can go into a defence plant" Maybe other' people could pay big wages t'o someone to stay with 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," the Coast Guard? I • know •you've waited far your number to be called because you were taking the chance that you'd have more time with me. But are you sorry now?" He put las arms around her and she Ieaned her head on his shouuder. as they both looked down into the dying embers of their fire. "Dace, darling, nothing that can happen to me will make me regret. Every minute I've had with you is worth a year of grubbing as the low - to hold a man when he gets restless, est private, in the. ranks. Remember the blonde driver. said. Her tack that" He tissed her gently. "1 —I thrived on excitement suppose you've heard General Wat- "My folks are furious et him for ors sounding off that men inducted leaving me, but I know how it was now are being sent off immediately." with him. I lovedriving a cab and She nodded, pressing; closer to it rests me to get away from the hire. Rids. I make about thirty-five dollars ' ' It's true. Earlier the draft boards a week and that keeps us going. gave the three weeks to get your Jack's always promising to send me affairs 'in .order,. but now • they're ..Are you sorry? 1`n vor cida't try for the 14r1. „, ._- , est Guar,:.?" �... ,.. _....... • shipping the fellows off pronto. I won't have time to 'do anything. Some ,of the i en get a short leave after they've 'arrived at camp, but that's nothing to be sure of—we've got to plan how you can swing this apartment. I wish you had a sister to move in with you—two brothers in California aren't much help to a, girl," "Why not me?" Leila Orton sug- gested sunnily, a day or ,two later. Pm weary of the suburbs, the city attracts nne. I'll pay half the ex- penses," Candace wanted to cry. "Leila, golden heart,- y i hate the city in the Spring. You're ' the one who wants' to live in the country. The baby will keep you awake, too—I won't let you do it. Besides, there's Kurt:" Kurt could come 'see them, take them to the movies alternately, Leila said. As a reward for extra kindness, they might let him stay overnight, now and then. "He may be an enemy alien, but he'll , be a nice steady rock to cling to, if either of us feel impelled to cling." Somewhat to Candace's surprise, Andy liked the plan. To Sarah, Andy confined that he thought Leila would be good for his wife. "She needs someone harder than she is and Leila can • be hard as nails. Then Leila talks everything out, while Dace is inclined to brood, When Leila has a sorrow everyone who knows her knows her grief and 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." "But you "haven't gone." Sarah thought that ' Candace wasn't the only one who kept silent. Andy had lost weight, there were hollows un- der his eyes. He said quietly, "But I'm going," After a moment he added, "King Waters has some half-baked notion of giving nie a farewell party, if there's time. If he `so much as tries it, I'll choke him." "I'll choke Min for you,ASarah promised. :'laughing not very suc- cessfully, "Tell Dace I'll be up to see her tomorrow; there's something I must; talk over with her." Early in the morning Andy took Candace to the hospital. A day and a night and another day, and their son, a fine seven -pound baby, Mich- ael was born. The girl in the other bed, Stacy O'Neill, had a son, too, boar six hours before Michael, ' She had been married four years, her husband was somewhere with the Marines. Her mother, a woman of deliberate movement and great tranquility, was almost as much interested in Candace and her baby as in her own daughter's experience. Mrs. Connors mothered both girls impar- tially, admired their babies and praised the present generation frons the depths:, of her charitable heart. One morning Stacy, looking very young 'and pretty against her pil- low, mentioned that her mother had borne eight children. "She Still believes in large families. But she has the sweetest heart in the world- she loves each one of us' enough to let do lead our own lives." "Would you want eight?" Can dace, suddenly curious, probed. Stecy shook her fluffy bob. "Heav- ens, no. I'm not excessively ma- ternal and my mother is, She nev- er wanted anything beyond her chil- dren and her horde. I want to act -- do radio work." Andy had `brought Sarah Daffodil as .soon as visitors were permitted, Sarahhad made coffee, had lethim talk to her in the hours when he could do nothing at the hospital Then he tramped back to the empty apartment, mainly because it fur- . nished him the task of walking to the • hospitaI again. Drinking' her excellent strong coffee, he had giv- en Sarah stray bits of confidence and she had saved his reason by listening quietly. The next day, eating ' a hurried lunch in Sarah's kitchen, Andy had confessed that he was morbid. "I keep thinking, imagining all the ghastly things :that could happen. Fate might trick us, -,she's ?one it to others like us." " "Nothing -will happen. Everything will b'all right," comforted ,Sarah. She came. a second time to the hospital in 'the afternoon. Andy had suggested that Cand'aee might • be disappointed because he must be out of town overnight on a business trip with his -employer, A smiling nurse was taking Stacy O'Neill's temperature but Candace was ready' for visitors. Sarah announced" that she brought the 'congratulations of everyone in the house, "They allsenttheir love to you and the baby and they'll be up for a look-see in_ good time. I hope the nurse suggests that they stagger their visits. You look' lovely my dear." She hacl seen the display of be hies, she commented, arranging the crimson roses she had brought in a fan -shaped vase and plaeing•it on the dresser where ' Stacy could also see the, splash of color reflected in the glass. Candace still was white, paler than the girl in the other bed, Sarah decided, but then Stacy might be wearing make-up. Neither looked as if she could be a mother. There wasn't even n . "baby around to prove maternity.' Mies Abigail would wait to see the baby until he came home, Sar- ah revealed. The old lady had a horror of hospitals,: she declared that her knees buckled when she smelled drugs. "I can wheel Mich- ael over to see her some morning— the aged' and respectable and in- dignant • woman will be thrilled by his masculine charm." "Did 'you say you'd wheel hint?" Candace's dark eyes turned to meet Sarah's blue ones. She had intended to talk about that the night when Michael had taken matters into his own hands, Sarah said, "You see, Dace, my dear, I want you to let ane care for the baby during the day. No, wait a minute—let me talk first." (TO BE CONTINUED) v A HAPPY DAY A bit o' work and a bit o' fun; Give us all in the struggle and splut- ter Odr daily bread and a bit o' butter; Give us health, our keep to make An' a bit to spare for poor folks' sake; Give us sense; for we're some -of us duffers, • An' m heart to feel for all that suf- fers Give us, too a bit of a song, An' a tale, and a book to help us along, An' give us a share o' sorrow's Iesson, That we may prove how grief's a biessin' Give us Lord, a chance to be Our goodly best, brave, wise and free, Our goodly best for ourself, and others , Till aII men learn to live as brothers. (This ancient prayer was found on the wall of an inn in Lancashire, England.) V HAPPY is the town —That respects, its own by-laws. —That every year makes some in- prfivement in its pinblie -services. -That carries on within its means, —That sees in a rising taxrate a mortgage on the town's' future —That tarnishes citizens with sand wherewith to treat icy sidewalks, —That gives the bootlegger his due, irrespective the line the bootleg- ging may take: —That sees to it that the Sunday —Schools are the livelist gatherings in the community. —That keeps its sports and enter- tainments away above' reproach. For Those in Peril on the Sear It was recently disclosed that the British Navy, to remain mistress of the seas and to continue to deliver the goods to United Nations fighters the world over, has had to pay the price of 513 ships lost since the war began up to December 3, 1943.; Of these 244 were warships of all types and 269 were,auxiliary vessels. The British Navy it is pointed out, incudes ships of the Royal Canadian Navy, Royal Australian Navy and Royal New Zealand Navy. Many of those ships were lost on the convoy routes of the—North Atlantic and Arctic oceans. How many men were lost is not disclosed. Nor is disclosed the num- ber of merchant- vessels in convoy that went through the sea action in whichthose warships were lost. However, it is 'generally under- stood that thousands of sailors and thousands more merchant seamen went down with their ships, thou- sands more were wounded. To every man jack who sails our seas either in warship, or in convoy on Merchant ships, iife at sea in war- time has ,been and is a time of fight- ing an arch enemy, fighting the ele- ments, watching unceasing strain at all times. In the four nevies combined there are hundreds of thousands . of men fighting for all of us who are part of the United Nations, The loss of "UNDER FIRE THREE" Training under fire teaches men to think under fire. Above is shown a, scene during Battle Innoculation training at Camp Shilo, Man. Infan- trymen are advancing down marked guns strike alternate strips marked out as fire lanes. At the same time explosions add realistically to the simulated battle din. This is test "Under Fire Three" —Canadian Army strips, while bullets from machine Photo). Thorough Training For Inffantrymen in Canada Sweaty palms, leaden feet, silence broken by shattering explosions, a whining sound overhead as balls of fire streak past, the comforting feel- ing of the "good earth" they are hugging as roaring detonations hurl mud skyward—these are a few of the sensations experienced by troops undergoing Battle Innoculation at the Infantry Training Centre here. The Battle Innoculation area near Shilo Camp provides excellent ter- rain for the training. Young officers, battle drilled in Britain and Canada, are'rin charge. They show warm en- thusiasm for their work and constant- ly devise improvements with due re- gard for safety. They've not bad a casualty and the don't intend to spoil that. record. Known as "Under Fire One," the fust test starts innocently enough during a "break off" for a smoke. As the men relax, concealed machine guns give them their first baptism of fire Reactions are varied. Some drop' to the ground instantly and seek cover. Others stare blankly at their officer awaiting- orders, while the re- mainder stand and try to spot the gunners. "This helps the men get over the initial shock of being under fire," an officer pointed out. "Under Fire Two" teaches the men to work under fire and keep their weapons in good condition. Advanc- ing to a shallow crawl trench, behind a crest screening machine guns from their view, the men receive the'order "down". Flat on their faces ,and drag- ging their rifles' they squirm into the trench inching their way along crab - style with knees and elbows. Explo slot's, buried on both sides of the trench erupt. Mud showers down on the creeping men. Between explosions they hear the burn of flying lead. An officer's voice can be heard a- bove the din: "You 'wonder why we make you run! Come on! Corrie onl Don't stop! -Keep that pack dotvn! Watch that rifle!" "That's really tough," said one perspiring infantryman, "Somehow I've got a feeling that the first per- son to say 'good .earth' wasn't e farmer but an infantryman. When that lead starts whistling and those explosions go, you don't crawl over the ground's surface,you dig right into it." "Under Fire Three," mentally, pre, Bents the most difficult test, . This course is laid out in alternate craws and fire lanes on a hillside. Maclaine guns placed at the bottom of the hill are sighted so that bullets strike the slopes while the soldiers creep down marked strips. Again explosions add realism. The men crawl toward the guns and can follow the flight of the tracers. "They seem to be coming straight at you like miniature sky rockets," said one, soldier. "Bullets and Bayonets" is the final I under fire test. Commanded by an officer a section loads and "Fixes bayonets". Guns clatter as they move at a slow double, "hitting the dirt" as explosions rent the air. Plowed ground, barbed wire, trenches and a fence, "are crossed. Targets pop up and the advancing soldiers open fire. On reaching the hill they crawl to the crest to open fire as if harrassing a retreating enemy. To impress upon the men the fire- power of infantry, night demonstra- tions are held. Tracers steam into the sky at a parachute flare, to illustrate how the infantry can protect itself against low strafing enemy planes.. Night completed, the nnen swap stories around a fire then crawl into blankets under pine branches. But modern warfare doesn't always per- mit sound sleep—nor does modern training. During the day the bivouac area has been mined. At 2.30 a. in. the 'lin starts. Sleepy-eyed soldiers rush for their rifles amid explosions and the. warning cry of "gas". The penalty of burning, running eyes will be paid if . a soldier hasn't kept his respirator handy. Art hour later if all goes well the men will get some sleep. Infantry, the "Queen of Battles", thus gears itself for battle, now. It has undergone many changes. Modern warfare demands training that will develop individual initiative and re- sponsibility greater than oyer before. In the final analysis, declare military authorities, it still is the infantryman who will march forward on his two feet, grasp the enemy by the throat subdue him and hold the ground gain- ed. That is why his training is of the most importance. ,r. ships was greater, the sacrifice of human life was greater. Truly, the words "for those illi peril on the sea," covers a lot of territory! They call for a lot of thinking, too. Let us turn thoughts into action on behalf of our sailors by turning to the Navy League with an • offer of help, for they care for ALL our stilors. While the major losses in ehicits are due to various contagions, there are also many diseases which are not infectious but organic, caused most frequently by defects in diet, such as, crazy chicks, -curled:' toe par- alysis, avian rickets and slipped ten- don. SECURES FINE POST WITH ' CIVIL SERVICE (Miss Evelyn Howard; of Toronto, spent a few days at the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. S. Howard, prior to her leaving for Ottawa where she has :seeured a position • on the Civil Service as Spanish Censorship examiner. Miss Howard ranked high in a recent ,Spanish competition ex- amination held in' the leading cities across Canada. For the past three years she has been on the staff of the Foreign Department of the . head office of the Western Insurance Co. As its territory, covers the West 111.7 dies, Central and South American countries much of the business is transacted in the Spanish and, French lan uages Exeter Time Advoc t