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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1932-04-14, Page 3TITUJRS., APRIL 14, 1932 THE CLI'NTON NEWS -RECORD • £KINGNE QUitigriclari S "Wall. the 5120 hog come back?" Asks a fartn journal. Our experience leads up to believe that he will -if, you try to drive him the other way. A female teacherdeclaims against female teachers who enter the pro- fessionmerely to make enough money to buy trousseaux: We do not be- lieve anything can be donne about it unless we empower. the trustees •to forbid the banns. We have noted more than once how prone delegates assembled in conven- tion are to pass resolutions ron all sorts of subjects. Why should 'the. Independent Labor party of Canada feel it incumbent upon them to re- solve in favor of the fullest freedom for Ireland? What freedomdoesthe Free State la&that it cannot have? Its present status the people them- selves chose, though not without a civil war, the scars of which may still be •setn in Dublin. It was a pri- vate war. No outsiders interfered and De Valera's republican hosts were defeated. If they wish to change their status now they are free to do so. But there is one thing they can't do. they can't make a change and still remain as they were. They can't cut loose from the empire altogether and still retain the com- mercial advantage that march with it. That's one thing they can't do. Hon. Stanley Baldwin has a faculty for stating a case tersely. Asked in the House. of Commons, whether the government contemplated legislation to protect investors, he replied that it is impossible by legislation to sep- arate gentlemen anxious to get rich quick from gentlemen anxious to help them get rich quick, 1 It is difficult to make the :publie reline that a notion is just like an individual in that its ,reedit can not be good if its expenditures exceed its revenues •and that its credit cannot be improved by further borrowings. 11Ierely.because it is a government enterprise is no reason why the post office should be run without profit The U.S. poet office last year show- ed a'deficit of over one hundred and fifty million dollars. With a veiw'to malting up a portion of this deficit,` the postage rate for first-clast mat- ter is being increased from two to three cents, although 'it is the car- riage of other classes of :mail 'natter which is mainly responsible for the deficit. - Scene progress could be made in the elimination of unnecessary noises if we could persuade the fellows who clamor for public •expenditures to cease howling about their taxes, Irish -Americans who have started in again to shriek freedom for Ire- land would be better employed in try- ing to free their land of the free from the overlordship •of gangsters and racketeers. • In 1885, the Gladstone government was defeated, and had to resign, on a proposal to raise the income tax from six to eight penes on the pound. John Bull was not in those days the glutton for punishment that he is to- day. Lord Snowden uses to the full the privilege which cabinet ministers now have of openly fighting the gov- ernment of which they are members. Presiding over a free trade eonfer- epee, bo atttacked the protectionist on same and help to analyze the -sit- policy of the government and urged uation as far as possible -so that we the etageres to organize for the next earl make up our minds, that we ,had elections. The rejected formula of auto change our ways of living and cabinet solidarity' was hotter than so forth. this, although it too was not without l have taken my own case for in stance. I 'seo my own mistakes and many others have acted likewise. - I bought a car instead of a farm and it is worn out, but the fardel figur- ed on is still O,K. I bought a radio instead of a cow and the radio gives When the bill granting women cuff- static instead of milk. I am feeding rage carne before the House sof Lords five hounds whioh answer to the hemadea inasteriy speech against' names of Red, Red Wing, SIo!bber, stand then gave a masterly vote for Jake and Bayrum, - instead sof• five it. He had however, this justification pig's. I had our piano tuned. instead _—!the bill had already passed in the of the well cleaned out. I spent all House of Commons by-a'vote of 386'` my cash in 1928, and used my credit to 55. 1f the House of Commons, . in 1929 and traded up my, future which alone was affected by the bill, :swages on installments in 1930, so was so pleased with the innovation, hard times caught me in bad shape. why should the lords object? Curzon's last fall. If I had spent my last ten conduct, however, was generally cri- dollars for flour and meat instead ticized'as -an evasion, if not a. breach of gas and oil I would have been of the century -old formula that mini- O.K. I built a nice garage last year stets had to talk alike in public no instead of covering my barn and 1 matter what they thought privately. loafed in a mountain two weeks in If he had backed his speech with his stead of being in any pasture fixing vote he would have had to resign, it so's niy cow would not get out Under the new ruling he couldhave but she is dry and mortgaged to boot written, spoken, voted and organized for two blankets my wife bought against the government and still re- from an agent instead of paying the tained the seals of office. preacher. I am on a cash basis now, but ain't got no cash, I am tied to the end of my rope and the man I am working for is busted on account of nobody would not pay him and his wheat won't sell because nobody won't buy wheat, all the people here eat fancy cakes. I had four dollars saved up for a rainy day, but it turned dry and I spent the four dollars for inner tubes. 1 tried hard to make both ends meet with a turnip patch, but when I got turnips ready to sell, everybody was selling turnips for nothing and the market was glutted. I am tvor- ried plumb to the bone and my wife's kin -folk are coining over next Tues- day to spend two weeks, Write or phone if you hear of any relief from the government coming down my way. I am willing to be a Liberal or a, Conservative for a few weeks if that will help any.—Winnipeg Free Press. weaknesses. In 1918, the late Lord Curzon was leader of the government in the House', of HLords. He was also president of the anti -suffrage league, organized to oppose the extension of the election franchise to women. As a preliminary measure of .dis- armament let's abolish •the revolver. What good is it anyway? If no one else had it, the public would not need it. Confessions of a Depressed The editor of the Kimberley, B.C., Courier thinks a confession made by a Calgary man is too good not to pass on to fellow townsmen in Kim- berley, whose circumstances; their editor believes, fit hand in glove with those in whioh the Calgarian finds himself. .The tincture of ex- aggeration which must have been mixed into the Confession makes it all the more anmsing to read, if all the less reliable to believe. The confession reads; There seems to be so much talk about our so-called prosperity, I be- lieve ib is my duty to write my views A WORD. A, DAY "Between you and I, it's bad busi- ness." "Between you and I; it's bad Eng- lish." air u he:: t*i'es on Like Best? 1 An Advertisement Ad- dressed to the Readers of this Newspaper Isn't it true that stores which invite your custom oftenest, and which give you most information about their offerings, are those to which you go by preference? Isn't it true that.silent Or dumb stores-ystores which never tell you that your custom is wanted and valued, and which never send you information about their stocks and prices, are Iess favor- ed by you than are stores which inform you, by advertisements in this newspaper,• about themselves, their stocks, their prices? Isn't it true that you want, before you go shopping, information about goods you desire, which are obtainable locally, and about where they can be obtained? Always Remember that the stores which serve you best are those which tell gm most. • The fact is that advertisements are a form or kind of news, and easeful buyers want the kind of news which sellers .provide just as much as they want the news which it is the business of this news- paper to provide. It is advantageous to you, regarded as 'a purchaser, to be "ad- vertisement conscious," meaning, to be observant of advertisements, and to be readers of them when seen in magazines, farm papers and in your local newspaper.. The reading of the advertisements appearing in 'this 'news- paper week by week not only will save you time,by telling you what and where tobuy; but also they will direct you to "ell alive" stores, providing goods which have been carefully selected and competitively priced. n.Hrarwa++w fld 4 THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their : Songs—Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always. Helpful and Ins pining• • TRE EAR'S AT THE SPRING The :year's at the Spring, The day's at the Morn; Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew -pearled; The lark's ort the wing; The snail's on the thorm; G'od's in His heayen,— All's right with the world! —Robert Browning. EARLY APRIL Behold the robin's breast aglow As on the lawn he seeks his game, His'cap a darker line doth 'show, ' ' His bill a yellow flame. Now .in the elm tops see the swarm Of swelling buds like bees in May: The maples, too, have tints blood warm, And willows show a -golden ray. Porth from the hive go voyaging bees, .Cruising. far each sunny hour; Scenting sap 'mid maple trees, Or sifting bread from sawdust flour. Up from the marsh a chorus shrill Of piping flags swells in the night The meadowlark shows flashing quill As o'er brown fields she takes her flight. Now screaming hawks soar o'er the wood, And sparrows red haunt bushy banks The starlings gossip, "Life is good." And grackles pass in sable ranks: The rye fields show a tender hue Of 'fresh'ning green amid the brown, And pussy willows clad anew Along the brook in silver gown. The purple finoh hath found his tongue, Frons out the elm tree what a burst! Now once again all things are young Renewed by love as at the first. —John Burroughs. LIFE Man's life is bort a working day, Whose tasks are set aright, A time to work, a time to pray, And then a quiet night; And then, please God, a quiet night, Where palms are green and robes are white, A long-d}awn breath, A balm for sorrow. And all things lovely on the morrow. —Christina Rossetti. HOW "If Radio's slim fingers cau pluck a melody from night, And toss it o'er a continent or sea; If the soft -petalled notes of a violin Are blown o'er a mountain or a city's din; If songs like fragrant roses are cul- led from thin blue air, Then how can mortals wonder If God hears Prayer?" CUT FLOWERS q Amid the clangour of the city's street, The busy plying of industry's loom, There is a spot where •noise and na- ture meet, A. spot whence comes the soft sweet ,scent of bloom. Fresh as the morn, the fragrant flowers lend A touch of colour to the drab and gitY; And heavy -laden toilers as they wend Look on them, and are spirit -borne away • To sense far, lonely garden, where the sun Is shadowed by the tree -tops all day' long. Where harmony and 'happiness are one, And naught- isheard save all the - 'bird's sweet sound. —Ruddick Millar. RECLAMATION Te take the tangled threads of life And blend some beauty in the skein; To mend the broken thoughts and words, And make them sing,again; 1"o lift the hours that scattered lie And make them into living days; To hold the lamp . of truth- aloft And grope among the haze. The way is not a thornless one, • The distant hills are wrapped in shade, But He who went this way before 'Bids us, "Be not afraid." Verna. Loveday Harden,. z THE WALKING MAN" I Sunny summer day it. was when Iop ing in to Laramie,. I overtook the Walking. Man, rein- ed up and nodded "How!" He'd been a rider once, -1 knew. He smiled, but scarce aware of me, • IIe said,. "If you would like me to, I'll tell my story, now. tell you that I'm crazy —' my wits have gone to glory, ou mustn't be believing es - "I'm a dozen times a year:'' horses go to hell?" across the horn- and ways so, e seen the phantom ponies t and ,nicker at the golden while I stood down below `uma! Yuma! Y.umaN and Y ttltl ride the line camp at night to do but watch rse—his own. the Notch rode here would be rap the fight. I ; but Yuma, like the thunder, t -ed the coward. slid she took his smoke I saw a skiing; . ve paid the prime Hell -and -Texas ed his part... . n the print of arks from my But Walking Man forever. But I dream of mighty ranges, And the silent mountain -meadows in the glory of the stars; And I see the phantom ponies in the dawn and sunset changes, And I hear my time nicker, just behind the golden bars." Sunny sunnier day it was when lop- ing up to Laramie, I overtook the Walking Man, rein- ed up and nodded "How!" He walked beside the for a while. He hardly was aware of me, But I think I understand him, for I know his story now. • ,`They'll that But y ery western yarn you hear. The 'one I'm going to tell you is ex- septional=a story That you've' heard perhaps a dozen ways So bewhispered-while-the shadow of my pony walked beside him, "If good people go to heaven; do good I slung one leg side I •eyed him; "For I'v loping round the Big Corral. "And I've seen my pony Yuma --yes, the that died to save me— the l Come, bars Calling, still wondering why He gave ire Such a friend; and why I killed her. It was twenty years.ago.,. "You remember; it was lonely when we used to guard the cattle; 'When a man wo for days and alone, With nothing much the sun rise up for battle, And not a soul to talk to., or what's even wo "So I taught my pony Yuma many tricks, for she was human; To rear, shake hands, to nod, or pick up anything I dropped, Till she grew as interested and as gentle as a woman, Just to have me praise and pat her; but one day the teaching stop- ped. "Three rustlers from up. I knew t trouble, But I sat my pony easy And I rolled a cigarette, And we talked about the rodeo, when like a bursting bubble, The leader opened felt my agringrow tvet.... "It was three to one a rock, stood to For she seemed to know my need . Two empty saddles .. . when the one That tried at first to get me spur- red up close and swung up under And I saw the tail to heaven inis gun. the muzzle of 1 "I flinched and plan `Hp!' 8 called, arack at the calling Reared my pony; shot. I leveled quick And twice I answered. In the twisted figure f I could feel my pony shiver Twenty years I' "For my life. Yes, leave the hoof - prints in some faces; We, the riders of the ranges, each of us have play Twenty years!" he whispered slowly, "Twenty years in many places, But I've never wor Yutna's 'hoofm heart, —Henry Herbert Knibbs. THE PLAINSMEN Men of the older, gentler soil, Loving the things that their fath- ere wrought- • Worn old fields of their fathers' toil, Scarred old hills where their fath- ers fought--• . Loving their land for each ancient trace, • Like a mother dear for her wrinkled face, • Such as they never can understand The way we have loved you, young young land! Born of a free, world -wandering race Little we yearned o'er an oft- turned sod. What did we care for the father's place, Having ,ours• fresh, from .the hand of God? . Wise feared the strangeness or wiles of you When, from the' unreckvned miles of you, Thrilling the wind with a sweet cc-mmancl, Youth unto youth called, young;, Young land? North, where the hurrying seasons - changed 'Over great gray plains where the - trails lay long, • Free as the sweeping Chinock we• ranged, . Setting our days to ,a saadie•„ong. Through the icy challenge you flung. to us, • Through your shy Spring kisses that • slung to us, Following "f ar as the .rainbow span- . nest Fiercely we: wooed you, 'young, young land. South, where the sullen black moun- tains guard Limitless, shimmering lands of the sun, • Over blinding trails where the hoofs rang hard, -Laughing or cursing we rode and won. Drunk with the virgin white fire of you, Hotter than thirst was desire of you Straight in our faces you .burned" your brand, Marking your chosen ones, young;. young land. When did we long for the sheltered" gloom Of the older game with its cau- tious odds? Gloried we always in son and room, Spending our strength like the younger gods. By the wild, sweet ardor that ran in us, By the pain that tested the man in us, By the shadowy springs and the: glaring sand, You were our true -love, young, young land. When the last free trail is a prim,- fenced rim,fenced lane And our graves grow weeds through forgetful Mays, Richer and statelier then you'll reign Mother of men whom the world will praise. And your sons will love you and sigh for you, Labor and battle and die for you, But never the fondest will under- stand The way we have loved you, young; young land. —Badger Clark. EDITOR SEES SIMPLE WAY TO BRING BACK PROSPERITY The Oakville Record sees a heart- ening sign of the t!mes in the almost unanimous return to the good old- fashioned nightshirt. It argues that Pyjamas are an insturntent of tor- ture and a symbol of female doming- tion. We are with the Oakville Resort' to the limit in this. Time was when we men cnukl don one of those gond old flannelettes, buttoned up to the threat and reaching right down t:r the toes. When we Brawled into best we could roll our tired—and oft - times cell feet up in it, and sink blissfully into the arms of ttlerpheus. Ilew different it all is now. Thc, average man has three suits of py- jantes—two in the wash and one in the bed with him. 'W's won't say on him, for that would not be correct. If he has the Christmas present suit of imitation sills in use, with the strings that look like a piece of lampwiek, be shivers as he puts the trousers on, and after he ties them the knot comes undone, and the tow- er half slips off on the way from the clothes closet to the bed. Or if he is wearing the striped suit — the one his wife gave him, but which makes hint look like a barber pole he is in constant misery. It probably has one of those elastic band tops, trade for a man about 25 inches around that tummy. It cuts him almost in two but at any rate it keeps him looking respectable. till he gets into bed. Then lie unbuttons it and drops off to sleep. About two o'clock he wakes up dreaming that the iceman has mistaken his back for the refriger- ator door and is trying to shove a large piece of ice into his spine. He discovers that the coat and pants of he outfit have parted. company. The coat is up around his neck and the trousers somewhere down below his knees. He swears quistly, and reach- es down and tries to find the lower half, hauls it up, and tries to snake himself comfortable again. It's hard to do, for in the shuffle he likely pulls a couple of buttons off the coat. However, he snakes the best of it. Man has suffered tong en:tesgh.• It is time he asserted himself. Let Women do as they please. If they want Chinese raiment let them have it, but let us nen stick together and demand bid -fashioned nightshirts, nnderwear that doesn't stop eight, ' inches above the knee, a roller towel' behind the kitchen door and a re-' turn to the use of slippers after sup- per, If we do that we will show" what we are made of and, in the words of the Oakville.Record,''a "re- turn to nightshirts and sanity will do much, to bring about a return tsr prosperity. .—Kingston Whig-Standar•d.