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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News Record, 1944-05-25, Page 2PAGE 2 The Clinton IN ews-l'ecord with which is Incorporated THE NEW BRA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION $1.50 per year in advance, to Can- adian addresses; $2.00 to the 13.S.'or other foreign countries; No paper discontinued until all arrears are faid unless at the option of the pub - isher. The date to which every sub- scription 'is paid is 'denoted on the label. a ADVERTISING RASES Transient advertising 12c. per count line for first insertion. 80 for each subse- quent insertion.. Heading collate 2 lines. Small advertisements not to exceed one inch, such as "Wanted," "Lost", "Strayed", etc., inserted once for 36c, ealch subsequent inserftioU 15e. Rates for display advertising made known on application, Communicationsintended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. G. E. HALL - - Proprietor H. T. RANCE -NOTARY PUBLIC Fire Insurance Agent Representing 14'Fire Insurance Companies Division Eourt Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, B A., LLB.• the stairs Monsieur turned to the THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD Victorlrj For LOVA by Pamela Wynne Dr. Warner upon meeting the post -1 man offers to deliver two letters to Mrs. Maturing" owner of the Poled' Star House. One of these letters is from. the -British ^Governmentorder-' ing her to hold herself' ready to take care of evacuees, unless, she prefers' to 'take care of dependent relatives. Mrs. Maturin is much upset : over i these orders, but dutifully mails an advertisement to the London Tines offering •aeeommmodationsfor four people "in a hotel far from military objectives." He never went anywhere except once a week when he stole clown the stairs on his way to the bank. A small man, with a dark felt hat drawn down low over 'his eyes and a muffler .:round . his neck. Where he went no one knewfor certain, but Mrs. Payne guessed that it must be to the bank, for he always went on the day he paid his bills. Re paid it in cash; no one had ever seen Monsieur's signature on a check. • And as Mrs. Payne went on down Barristor, Solicitor, Notary Public. Sueeebssor to W. Brydone, S.C. Sloan B1ocTc .... — .... Clinton, Ont. H. C. MEIR Barrister -at -Law Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ontario • Proctor in Admiralty. Notary Public and Commissioner Offices in Bank of Montreal Building Hours: 2.00 to 5.00 Tuesdays and Fridays. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office} Huron Street, (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours --Wed. and Sat., and by intment FOOT CORRECTION by Manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 gyp: HAROLDS JACKSON Licensed Auctioneer Specialist in Farm 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 Bloor Str. W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. OFFICERS President W. R. Archibald, Seaforth, Vice -President Frank McGregor, Clinton,. Manager Secy-Treas. M. A. Reid, Seaforth. DIRECTORS-- W. R. Archibald Seaforth; Frank . McGregor, Clinton; Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; Chris Leonhardt, Bornholm; E. J. 'Trewar- tha, Clinton; John L. Malone, Seaforth Alex. McEwing, Blyth; Hugh Alexan- der, Walton; George Leitch, Clinton. AGENTS— John E. Pepper, Bruce - field; R. F. McKercher, Dublin; J. F. Prueter, Brod.hagen; George A. Watt, Blyth. Parties desiring to effect incur- ansa 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.' ARABIAN NATigNAL RUM/WS TIME TABLE back sheet of the Times where you found little pictures of houses, to let and sell. Before he left Paris he had laved houses and had owned several. For one fleeting instant he visualized the one he had loved best. His dead wife had loved it, his Lucienne. Thank God, she had o thiso • • gone before horror om descended. on her beloved France. When he arrived at Netta's ad- vertisement he blinked his eyes and read it twice. Time wording of it attracted him. "Asmall private hotel with accommodation for four visitors. Five guineas a week." Too much! But could you pay too much for peace? He was still staring . at the paper when Mrs. Payne brought in his lunch. She did not as a rule speak when she brought in Monsieur's lunch, but somehow this time she felt she had to. "Don't you feel well, Monsieur?" "I feel well in my body, but not in my heart," said Monsieur Victor slowly, . And when Mrs. Payne had gone, Monsieur, rising from his chair, contemplated the food on the ta- ble and the terror thoughts descend- ed on him again. There were those who even at that very moment gazed unseeingly at black bread smacked down on a tin plats. Yes, if the did not get some sort of a change he would go raving mad. As soon as he had finished his dejeu- ner he would go to his bank, bear- ing with him his copy of The Times. And as after a little delay he was about to, enter the private roonm of a dop,uty manager of the big bank in Pall Mall, a tall man bumped into him. A man with a nice clever, clean-shaven face, who muttered apologies as he smiled. ",So sorry." "11 n'y a pas de quoi," (Don't mention it) said Monsieur courte- ously. As John Wynter went on his way- he ayhe reflectd that it was hard luck that this charming, courteous race should have been so brutally be- trayed by their . leader . . . As he turned down into Pall Mall on his way to Whitehall, John Wynter be- gan to bring back to `memory the happy holidays be had spent in France. To think of it now was ghastly. All that beauty and cul - Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Toronto and Goderich Division Going East, depart 6.48 a.m. Going East, depart 3.03 p.m. Going West, depart 12.04 pm. Going West, depart 11.10 p.m. London and Clinton Division Coming North, arrive 11,20 a.m. Going South, leave .. 3.10 p.m. lure at the mercy of . the brute beast, Well, his time would come, thought John Wynter grimly, step- ping back into the shadow of a• door -Way as he saw a man coming toward him. With an almost im- perceptible gesture he turned and signalled to the anau in plain clothes who was following close behind him. A stocky clean-shaven man in a blue overcoat and bowler hat. The deputy manager of Lloyds I Bank listened courteously to Mon- sieur Victor. He was terribly sorry for this man—small in stature but big in soul and attainment. In the old days his name had been one to be reckoned with in financial cir- cles. "We have heard from Lisbon ..." and then Mr. Paton began to ex- plain. There had been a fortunate discovery of some of Monsieur Vic- tor's missing -securities. An em- ployee of the bank, who had es- caped from Paris to Spain, had managed to open the safe at the Continental Exchange Bank before he left and had shoveled securities haphazard into a suitcase. Several belonged to Monsieur Victor; Lloyds Bank in Lisbon had written to Lon- don to this effect, "J'en suis content," (I am grati- fied) said Monsieur' Victor gravely. After a little pause: ."Combien pen- sez vous, anon ami?" (How much do you think my friend?) It was difficult to speak with ex- act certainty, Mr. Paton explained, but so far as he could say, he con- sidered that Monsieur Victor would be fully justified in taking rooms at a hotel at five guineas a week. t "But even if I go I take my thoughts with me," he said, think- ing of his beloved daughter sudden- ly gone, no one knew 'where. Dying perhaps in a concentration camp; 1 "At any time you may get news," icl "The Red Cross is making all possible inquiries. The American Embassy..." "I should have stayed and made 'sure. But they told me the was safe and had gone on ,ahead. There was no time; the Germans were only a few miles outside Paris.' ' "Don't reproach yourself." Mr. Paton spoke more urgently than ever. "Answer this advertisement and find out more about it. I will see that you can cash checks Wher- ever you are." "I thank you." Monsieur Victor got up and the interview ended. Out in the sunshine again, Monsieur stood wondering where he should !go. Into the Park? To a cinema, to think over his stroke of good luek BAD MANNERS? Teacher (reading) — Then came the great dragon belching forth .. . Little Johnny -And didn't he ex- cu`se himself? UNIMINIMEMOVi in the shape of a little more ,money to live en. Which? As 'Monsieur Victor hesitated it was settled for him. "Hurry along, there, please." The warden in the tin hat looked busi- nesslike. "You'll find the nearest shelter in Jervis Street." The alert was howling its warning. Obedi- ently Monsieur Victor obeyed the warden's injunctions. So 'did John Wynter on his way back fron, Whitehall. And as he stood in the underground shelter be recognized the sMall man again; God, what a sacs face! Like a mournful spaniel with its flexible turned -clown mouth. "Pardon." He s. oke Purposely- in dat French. "I1 n'y a pas de quois," said Mon- sieur courteously, and then the flex- ible lips parted in a brief smile.' "Ali- Encore lune foie, (Once again) Monsieur," he said, "Yes." And then as they stood and waited John W nter began to y t. talk. He wee a .good ,linguist; also he wanted to know what this Frenchman` wasdoing here. Mak- , ting amiably, he tried to find out. But Monsieur Victor had relapsed into taciturnity again. I' When the All Clear sounded they; slowly filtered out into the Sunlight 'again. ght 'again. John Wynter watched the sad little figure of the Frenchman wend its way up St. James Street. Tragedy in every line of it. John Wynter laughed at his flight of imagination as he hailed a passing taxi and jumped into it. He would have to hurry, for he was already behind the time for his appointment. 'After a night spent in the luxuri- our,reinforced concrete shelter un- der her equally luxurious flat, Mrs. Manvers -Pollock always felt ex- tremely cross. Especially as .those of her friends who' had' already moved away, into comparative safe- ty were always writing that she sliould do the same. So when Mrs. Manvers -Pollock saw the advertisement on the back page of The Times, it all seemed: to fit in. Joan Maturin got her letter two days. later. "Dear' Sir or Madam:" (read Joan), "I have seen your adver- tisement in today's Times, and should like a few more particulars as to the accommodation that you, have to offer. Have you gas or electric fires in the bedrooms, and can I be assured of really hot wa- ter both in my bedroom and .in the 'bathroom? You say that you are far from any military objectives. This sounds almost too good to be true and remains to be seen, As I am. anxious to leave London at once, will you very kindly send me a tele- gram stating whether you consider that your accommodation will fulfill my requirements. Yours faithfully, "Lydia Manvers -Pollock" "What do you think?"',l'oan's• eyes were doubtful as she talked it over with Nesta and Grace. "We'll discuss it when we've read the others," Netta replied. Joh spread out a sheet of thin notepaper en- .her knee. "This one sounds funny." "Dear Madame: ;"In today's issue of The Times T see your advertisement. I have need of rest and quiet and may per haps be able to find it with you. tleindly write me at once particu- lars, c -o Lloyds Bank, Rall Mall, and oblige, Yours with respectful re- gards, South African Spitfires, Air Umbrella in Italy Picture Shows:—•S. A. A. F. four -'ng a continuous 'air umbrella., cover cannon Spitfire bomber on their waling the West Coast landings, and to raid targets over the swollen San -"softening" the area behind the en gro'River battlefront. R. A. F. arid/ray lines for the advancing 5th • and S. A. A. F. Spitfires are maintain -8th.. Armies. (Jan 1944) "French. But he wouldn't be able to write er that note -paper if he was a spy, Someonehas given it to him -it is Lloyds Bank Air Mail paper. dead the next." "I like the next much best," said Joan complacently. "It's from the Carlton Club! Grand!" "Dear Sir: 'I have seen your advertisement in ;today's: Tines, and as I am in need of a prolonged holiday it ap- peals to me should not I s ul be an exacting visitor. All I request is a bedroom facing the sea so that I may have a beautiful lookout, and. seine means of heating it. Also, I shall' be glad to know if you have a garage adjoining the house. I should be glad . of a wire if you have room far me. Faithfully, "John Wynter." "What do you think, Grace?" Net- ta asked. Grace's wise old eyes were in- tent. "I think we'd be wise to take them all, mum," she answered. John Wynter got his telegram while he was having his after lune'► snooze in the smaller' library in his, club. He went upstairs to tell the valet to pack his suitcases.: Very ,soon John Wynter was in a taxi on his wayto headquarters. His car' would be brought round, and his luggage in it, and he would telegraph to Pole Star. House at the first post •office. He thrust out. his head to givethe order to the taxi driver. The man was impressed. The next stop after the post office. was a famous building. "Well, so you've found accom- modation where you wanted to?" John Wynter''s chief was elderly, with a 'cheerful round face. One of those pudding -dish faces that go with tremendous driving power and - foresight. "Yes, it's an extramelinary piece of good luck. I got ;Hazelden to "Jaune Victor". "P. S. I am French." "Hmm." Netta was pondering. THURS., MAY 25th, 1944 " -ter Canadian Agriculture, giving as it has such abun- dant evidence in these days of prodigious war needs, of its abilityto furnish ever-increasing quotas, is yet going tobe faced with greater production programmes in the days following the liberation of the occupied territories of war-torn Europe. There is perhaps no other single factor that has so greatly assisted the Canadian farmer to ac- complish such record achievements as that of modern machinery. United, with the farmer, in the job of continuously improving and increasing the efficiency of his methods. of .production, is the Implement Engineer. ' Massey -Harris, always a leader in the intro- duction of time and labor saving equipment, has made another notable advance with its self- propelled combine which has revolutionized harvesting methods. The self-propelled principle introduced in the Massey -Harris Combine opens, up a world of possibilities in the future trend of farm machines for the road ahead. -... • 72-:.,-,,,,;:, . _ =-r_�—.. .;\tea•,,.\ �.„_. :'� •r-C.'�C� �r'.....-44,.......................... `eK.",\ ,\ \ \'n�\u,\NP . m `:\o,: \`”0\\\�\\\\i\\\'����aq\u\h\q\\\\\� \ ?w ♦ ..a\q,\\\1,...,\C\�� �\,q. N�vN 0.0, \\\ .\.ate'' ,r�irn, (\\SS:;., se. \e ,V\a\s � .,:^` 1600 t33iw�4" " m . 5,11iiR ie. t \ m, w to r mw�w, MASSEY-HARRIS CCOMPANY BUILDERS O F GOOD FARM IMP ;L,E M E N T:5•;, somenc draw me a map of the place. He spent a summer holiday there two years ago and he knows it from A to Z. He puts Pole Star House here, Lundy Island here, the lighthouse here, . . . well, you can see it for yourself." The two men surveyed the neat little diagram. "That's Star Bay." The chief's forefinger was reflec- tive. "Yes:" "Some way from the house." "Yes, but Hazelden says there's an excellent path. Not down to the bay itself. It's a scramble down but from the house to the top of the descent its good." "Does Hazelden know' the Maturin woman?" "No, but I've had time to look her up. 'About forty, a widow with one son in a solicitor's office in Fleet Street. The son is 0.8; a dick, heart, but Ire's an A. R. P. warden, Central London." "Found anything else out today?" the chief smiled' broadly. • "Only that there's a mournful IR - de Frenchman cruising aroundnd Lon- don. I met him coming out of Lloyds, so I got Smith to get him taped, and O. K.". "I see." The chief took a small key tion/ his breast pocket and slipped it into the keyhole of the drawer at his elbow. "Well, this is what I've had from E. 4 Head- quarters. They say . ", For about twenty ?minutes the two men chatted, then he chief raised his head. "Difficult," he said. "E 4 seems to think that there has been a certain amount of signaling." "Well, that I •can very easily find out," said John Wynter cheerfully. "Yes, that's your job," the chief answered. Then after a little pause he spoke again. "When are you going to marry, Wynter?" "Never, if I can help it" "Well, we'll see. Let me know how you get on. I'll keep you in- formed and you'll keep me. E 4 will let you have the altered code when it's due. Well, all the very best." And with a warm handshake the chief watched John Wynter dis- appear out of the door. One of his best men—pray heaven nothing happened to him. (TO BE CONTINUED) V North Huron Masons Heal Grand Master Officers and Members of Blyth Lodge A.F. and A.M., No. 303 were hosts on Wednesday night, May 10th, to members of the Masonic "Order from all lodges in the North Huron District, and also to many members from the South Huron District, as the. members of the Craft gathered to welcome T. 0. Wardley, of Elora, Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of Canada, in the Province of Ontario. The lodge room was crowded at 6.30, when during a'brief ceremony the Grand ,Master was given an of- ficial welcome. In all cases the offices were filled by dignitaries of the Craft, in the personages of Past D. D. G. M's.—Blyth Standard. V Resigns as Telephone Operator Mrs. G. R. Harris has handed in her resignation as operator on the switch board of the Blyth Municipal Telephone System, to take effect on June 16th. Mrs. Harris is married to Cpl. (Son) Harris, now serving in Italy with the Canadian Army. Cpl. Harris is the son of Mr. and Mrs. A. F. Harris of Clinton. V OLD VIRGINIA PIPE TOBACCO It's a real pipe smoker's tobacco The British .Cruiser ;H.M.S. Glasgow with a Destroyer on her quarter