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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1932-04-28, Page 3THURS., APRIL 28, 1932 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD ., PAGE 3 A. Magician declares that it ie eas- ier to fool an intelligent audience than a dull one. Thanks ever. so much. , We never were able to see through those tricks, AWashington correspondent says that party managers are losing sleep over defectionsfrom their ranks, We have understood that a good way to induce sleep is to count sheep jump- ing over the fence from one fold to another. • . 'A Br000klyn man offers to give his wife as a •hastage for the return of the Lindbergh baby. Which recalls a story that Hon, Dr. Toledo, prime minister of British Columbia, used to A man received a Black Hand letter in which he was told that, if he did not•leave $2,060 at a specified place by a specified time, his wife would be killed. At that specified _ place and time, all the -Black Hander got was a letter saying "I haven't the money but I am interested in your proposition just the sante." .Six years is a long time, and those republican Irishmen just got tired being good and quiet, to -they did. Sir Oliver Lodge, testifying in a libel action, 'declared that he had communications with denizens of the other world and they told him it was "a world of illusions in which they can get whatever they want." We seem to have a hazy recollection. of living there three or four year ago. "Aain't Science Wonderful!" Asked by Justice McCardie where those denizens of the other world re- side, Sir Oliver replied:"In space," and he defined• space as "the thing in the universe that takes up all the room," Those unpronounceable names of Fianna Fail menbere are Gaelic or Erse. Translated into English, the list, would sound like a rola-car of New York City officials. A newspaper started quite a discus- sion recently by asking if any of its readers ever saw anyone drop a col- lection plate in church, It seems to have happened often according to the correspondence which' resulted. here's one: Aid you ever see queues lined up along the street on Sunday, waiting for the church doors to open? We saw thele once—in Edin- burgh„Scotland. Nothing special, Just the regular morning service. • A man claims to have invented a fool -proof pen -point that will stand all sorts of. bard usage, Sceptical as ever, we will believe it after it has successfully weathered a weeit's en, gagment at the post -office. This definition has been attributed to Gladstone;- "Deputation -; a noun of number, signifying many, but not. signifying much.” A "monster depu- talion," such as the ten thousand who wished to - interview the New- foundland- premier, signifies much as well as many. 'The intent is to overcome to intimidate, to make up by force of numbers what it may lack in forcefulness of argument or. Zjust persuasion. Every prime mini- ster with any experience knows how a huge deputation is '•orgainzed and how an avalanche of letters, tele- , grams and resolutions is directed ' upon the capital. `If the purpose is legitimate and practical, a small deputation will serve better than a large one, but agitators never think so. In a recent trills a judge directed' the jury to find a verdict of not guilty and then said to the accused "If you are guilty, you will have something on your conseience-for the rest of life: This will be a les: son to you. And this is the speech that the accused should have made but, did not, "My Lord, you have no business to make any such 'state- ment. It will lie on my reputation the rest of my life, although I am riot guilty. I" demand that you take back that statement and have it stricken from the record." - Francis Nelson, who died recently, at Balboa , was Canada's best known sportsman and sports writer. Ire had a large fund of anecdotes from which he could draw as occasion required. When the Home Bank was being in- vestigated, jte was reminded of a bank in one of the southern states. It was a negro bank. The staff and the customers were all colored. One day, a depositor came in to withdraw ten dollars. That was an important transaction, so the teller passed him on to the manager, and the following dialogue took place: "When did you deposit dat ten doi- Iahs?" "EIeven years ago." "Eleven yeahs! Man, dat was eaten up long ago by de interest" 4 ' profit from. one Telephone Call ri The local dealer had offered Jim Ross a price for his fat steers, but Jim was canny. He thought he ought to get a better price. • •So he telephoned in to the stockyards — and found that beef had gone up two cents. • He took his steers in that day, and made $40 extra profit. The tele. phone call cost him 35 cents. . • No wonder Jim said to his wife that night when he got home for a late sup- per:. "Ws up-per:`'It's lucky we've kept•. our. tele. phone." A GENTLEMAN AND k SPORTSMAN By Fred Wlilliams in The Mail and Empire, Do ou know that while, a good.y nutation may be better, than riche a ratan is rich indeed when he c•a leave to his family bath of these de sirable legacies. Such a man wa George F: Galt, of Winnipeg, wh died four years; aga,to-day. A con of 'Chief Justice Galt,: and therefore •grandson of John Galt, the founde of Guelph and Goderich. He wa born in this ciey and from his you was. an expert in athletics, earnin the designation applied to him by P D. Ross, of Ottawa, "a great sports mans" Early-in...the 'development o Winnipeg he went ,there, like s many others of our Ontario filen t lay the foundations of that proving as an . English-speaking unit of th Dominion, and built up a great busi- ness, amassing a considerable for- tune in the doing, but ever ready to aid his fellows, - active in all good 'works for the cumntunity and, tolesdeath, living up to the reputationhe won down here' of a man "who -played the game" in all things. Before going west, he won high repute as an oarsman. In 1880 and tl 1881, he rowed stroke in the Argon- aut four, which in these two year won the championship: of the Cana- dian Association •of Amateur Oars- men, then the blue ribbon of the rowing game in this country. This brings me to the story which I want to regal] as- characteristic of ' the elan. Here it is as told. by P. D. Ross: . At the annual regatta , of the Can- adian Association of Amateur Oars- men at Lachine in 1882, when I was a junior oarsman, I was standing on the boat float at the Lachine Rowing Club, when George Galtewas helped out of a four -,oared shell and stag. gored oe the float. The. Argonaut four had just come in from the C.A. A.O. race for senior fours, in which they had finished last. Galt was looking pretty sick. He was all in. He had been impressed by the Ar- gonauts at the last moment to row stroke in their four, although he had not been in training, He had came to Lachine merely to accompany the Argonaut crews. The oarsman who was to stroke the Argonaut senior four having suddenly taken ill. Galt's clubmates dragged him in to replaca the other. It was foolish; the best man in the world, untrained t'bitld not last' in a boat through a mile and a half of racing pace. "Tao bad, George," exclaimed one of the Argonaut supporters as Galt slumped on the float. "I wish. I could have put a motor in the boat for you." Galt straightened up and glared at the speaker. "Look here," he said, "listen to me. If I could beat any- body in a boat race or anything by crooking my little finger when I wasn't able to win, on my merits, I wouldn't crook my little finger!" Ancl he dived up to that all his life. George Galt never did a crook- ed thing to man or beast. Can you wonder that his memory is loved at Winnipeg? e- s, 0 0 a r th g f 0 0 • e e FERRY GATEMAN AT 83 IS "TOO BUSY TO TALK" The Glebe last week had the fol- lowing regarding an old -tone rest+ dent of Clinton, for several years, Geo. Ward: There is one busy man in Toronto anyway. George Ward is too busy to talk. He said so yesterday. George Ward is 83 years old, or will be in August. Last Saturday he started his twentieth season on the gate at the Toronto, Island ferry dock. Maybe George Ward has seen a few things since he was born in 1849. 112abye he hasn't. Either way he'd no time to talk about it; not yester- day. He was too busy. lier. Ward stopped leaning against the sun -warmed wall of the deserted ferry shed and took his eyes from the departing shape of the Island ferry T. J. Clark, Iong enough to say so. "Talk?" George' Ward said. "I'm the busy now. And after this I've some work to do cleaning up the of- fice. No use you waiting. Takenee half -an -hour. Maybe elort." - Having thus spoken, George War(' withdraw into the chill darkness of the ferry shed's inside. Nevertheless a reporter waited. When duty calls reporters to .spend part of a warm spring afternoon on the sunny side of a ferry -slip. Reporters are slaves to duty. Inside the "ferry, shed was dark and cold. Presently George Ward came out of it into the sunlight. The reporter was there, waiting still, Even so, .Mr. Ward kept his- tem-. per, "You go up," hes aid, "to the head office. They've got all. about me rip there 'better'n I can tell you, I haven't time to talk to you now, Donna when I will have time. Not ecidays.'anyway.' "Tomorrow depends," George Ward said, "on what ,1 have to do. I'm busy. I'm busy most elf the time." MARE CANDIDATES PAY PRINTING BILL In New Hampshire they . cherge a candidate a dollar Tor having his name printed on the official. ballot. And if he loses the election he does' not get it back, either;—Stratford Beacon -Herald. Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Alvcrays Helpful THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE ,POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs*Sometimes and Ins Airing ROW COULD WE KNOW?' dead brow, How could be 'know what store of The way is lonely; let me feel them bloom the spring Think' now. gently of me; I. am travel- H'ides in the clefts of hollows and wazw of .hills, Did not the winds .from thence a, hfy falterin,g .£est ai^e pierced with perfume_ being, many a thorn, And' scattered petals float a down Forgives Oh, hearts, estranged, for - the tills give, I plead; ,. Whencareless bliss is mine, I •shall not' need The tenderness for which I long to- night. —Ascribed to Rev. A. • J. Ryan, also to Ben- King, Alice Carey and others. --Tsurayuki, DUSK These are the things.men. seek at dusk: Firelight across a room,' Green„ splashing against dim roofs, Gardens where flowers bloom. Lamplighted gold of a windowpane, Trees -with tall stars above, Women who watch a darkening street For somebody whom they lave. Faith of a small child's rhyming prayer, Candle -shine, tables spread With a blossom or two in a gay blue bow, Fragranele of crusted bread, For men may dream of a clipper ship, A wharf, or a gypsy camp, But their footsteps pattern a homing way To a woman, a child, a lamp. --Helen Welshinier. RELIANCE Not to tine swift, the race; Not to the strong, the fight; Not to the righeous, perfect grace; Not to the wise, the light. But often faltering feet - Cante surest to the goal; And they that walk in darkness meet The sunrise of the soul.• A thousand times by night The Syrian hosts have died; A. thousand times the vanquished right 'Has risen glorified. The truth the wise men sought Was spoken by a child; The alabaster box was brought In trembling hands defiled. Not from my torch the gleam, Not from the stars above; Not from my heart life'ee crystal stream, But from the depths of love: Ilienry Van Dyke. CHARACTER The sun set, but set not his hope, Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye; And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of- time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain - Brought the Age of Gold again; His action evon such reverence eereet As hid all measure of defeat. —Ralph Waldo Emerson, in "Poems." THE STREET OF LITTLE HOUSES There's a street of little hquses Where the blinds are never drawn, And the mellow glow of shadesi lights Shines out across each lawn. I love to walk that little street, To hear those warm lamps say: "We're shining in a •happo home, We'11 brighten up 'your way." Then such a joy leaps through me, My eyes with tears grow dim. God bless the little houses And keep their lights a -trim! —Cecilia 1e. Caldwell IF I SHOULD DIE TONIGHT If I should die tonight-.. My friends would look upon my quiet face. Before they laidit in its resting place, And deem that Death had left it al- most fair, And, laying snow-white flowers upon my hair, Would smooth it down withlingering caress -1. Poor hands, so empty and so told tonight. - If I. should die tonight— My friends would call to mind with loving thought ° Some kindly deed the icy hand ,had wrought, Some gentle word the frozen lips had said Errands on which the willing feet had sped. • The memory of my selfishness - and • pride, My hasty words. would all be put • aside, And so I should be loved and mourned tonight. - o Oh, friends, I pray tonight, Keep not your kisses . far my cold, • WHAT GOD HATH .:•PROMISED God hath not promised Skies always Iblue, Flower -strewn pathways All our lives through; God hath not promised Sun without vain Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain. But . God hath promised Strength for the day, Rest for the Iabor, . Light for the way, Grace for the trials, Help from above, Unfailing sympathy, Undying love. —Annie Johnson Flint, THE SHOPPERS You who hold life clutched like a peony tight in your hand— Cautious, hoarding, looking for "a bar- gain—conte, understands ' The gorgeous -fun your coin can buy; - Let's go shopping, you and I. Let's buy laughter and sunny days, Who's afraid of the autumn's hazel Let's buy songs and dancing feet; You'll find shade from the summer's heat. Let's buy gladness—.you fear it's brief? Conte! Take a chance on the fut- ure's grief. Let's buy youth and a happy spring;. Age will be rich with remembering. —Frances Margaret Hall AN APRIL MORNING BIiss Carman, who was 00 ardent lover of the springtime and especially of the month of April, has written many exquisite lyrics in which be expresses the joy and thrill of this magic season. IIe sings; , Once more in misted April The earth is growing green, Along the winding river The plumy willows Iean. "Beyond the sweeping meadows. The looming mountains rise, Like battlements of dreamland Against the brooding skies. In every wooded valley ,. The buds are breaking through, As though the heart of all things No languor ever knew, The golden -wings and bluebirds Cali to their 'heavely choirs, The pines are blue and drifted With smoke of brushwood fires. And in my sistor's garden, Where little breezes run, 'The -golden daffodillies Are blowing in the sun. —Bliss :Carman. MARTHA OR MARY, I cannot choose; I should have liked so much To sit at Jesus' feet -to feel the touch Of His kind, gentle hand upon my head, While drinking in the gracious words He said. And yet to serve Him! --'O, divine employ -- To minister and give the Master JoY, To bathe in coolest springs His weary fret. And wait upon Him while He sat at nieat! . Worship or service—iwhieh? Ah, that is 'best To which Be calls us, be it toil 00 'est— Do labor for Him in life's busy stir, Or seek . His feet' --, a . silent wor, shipper. --Caroline . Atwater Mason. ALL THAT'S PAST' Very old are the woods;, .c And the buds that .break Out:of the briar's boughs. v' When' March winds wake,: So old with :their beauty are-- Oh, no •man knows Through what wild countries Rioves'back the nese. Very old ere the brooks: And the rill's ,that rise Where snow sleeps cold beneath The azure skies Sing such a history Of come and gone, Their every drop is as wise As Solomon. Very old are We men: Our dreams are tales Told in dim 'E'den By Eve's nightingales; We wake and whisper awhile, But, theday gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of Amaranth lie. Walter de la Mare, • HOMESICK I. cane . again to view the old places knowing How my young heart head cried to be there again. ' I came again to watch the river flow- ing Among the green pastures hid in blue vervain. I climbed the hill and, marked the purple wood Whence crows flew out to mark the ecstasy ' • I thought wee mine because again I stood Upon the hills where I had longed to be. Hurriedly down the shaded path I went Viewing the changeless, deep ra- vines and all The ancient trees my fancy was.con- tent To bring out when I in Ioneliness would call. But there I felt that homesickness was growing Instead of fading into new-found joy; I left the hills and woods of child- haod, knowing That I was homesick for .the little boy. —Raymond Kresensky, in the New Doh't ridicule the masses, Tie. malign the chosen few Don't think yourself a censor for the silly hootan flocle And just nenlentber as you go, ,that any fool can knock. .Don't laugh at those who make nits takes and stumble on the way.' For you are apt to follow"then,-and almost any day. Don't think the others shifting sand, while' you are solid rock, And don't forget, for goodness sake, that any 'fool can knock. Don't be a puller -down; of fame an other mem conferred, Don't give a parting kick to one who fell because he erred. Don't think that you are perfect and the only size' in stock, And now, once more, - just bear it mind, that any foal can knock. - —Sales Talks. • YOUNG HURON MEDICO MAKES IMPORTANT DISCOVERY Last week the Toronto Mull and • Empire contained a special article from Hamilton with an interview of the Superintendent of the Mountain Sanitarium, Dr. J. H, Holbrook in which he speaks of a. former Exeter boy, Dr. W. Stuart Stanbury., path- ologist in that institution. Dr. Stan- bury has been engaged in researeh work in connection with diabetes and tuberculosis and has trade the dis- covery that the use of insulin. is most beneficial in the treatment of tub- ereular patients. Dr. 'Holbrook re./ gards the new line of experiment most hopefully and says that Dr. Stanbury will be given every facility of the Sanitarium to develop and ex- pand the nein discovery. Several papers have been published by Dr. Stanbury giving• the results of his research along other lines and these have been read .at medical conven- tions at Toronto and Hamilton and at the end ,af this month he 'will at- tend the American Medical Associa- tion at Philadelphia as represents, tive of the Hamilton hospital. —Exeter Tlimes-Advocate:. York Times. - THE OTHER MAN ' Perhaps he sometimes slipped a bit— Well, so have you. Perhaps some things he ought to quit— Well, so should you. Perhaps he may have faltered—Why, Why, all then da, and so have I. Yon must admit, unless you lie, That so have you. Perhaps, if we would stop and think, Both I and you, When painting some one black se ink, As some folks do, Perhaps if we would recollect, Perfection we would not expect But just a man half=way correct, Like me ane you. I'm just a 1000 who's fairly good, len just like you; I've done some things I never should, Perhaps like you. But thank the Lord I've sense to see The rest of men with charity; They're good enough if good as 010— Say, men like you. -From The Masonic Digest, ,NEWSPAPER MAN OUGHT TO HAVE A NEW SPRING SUIT Walkerton council decided last week that the two constables should get -along this year with only a new pair of trousers, instead of a whole new uniform, but they aren't the on: ly people who 000 in need of new trousers, as the folioweng from the Herald -Titres shows: ! "In throwing a copy of the reso- lution over to the press box, Reevc Campbell Grant's pitching arm, which hasn't suppled up for tI1e season yet, was so out of control that the missive fell far short of the tar- ; get and on the Herald -Times scribe ; reaching on to the floor to recover it, ; there was an ominous rip that re- soneded through the council cham- ber, and on all hands, front the nuty- or down, looking in the direction of I the split, they realized that a meine ber of the press was in mare dire need than either of the cops. but did nothing to relieve the situation other ‘than suggest that someone loan him a barrel; However, the saving graces of a long winter overcoat enabled the reporter to retire in decorum, though he is feeling the effects of the de- pression worse than ever now." ANY POOL CAN KNOCK Advertisements are your pocket Don't criticize your neighbors' faults, ' book editorials. They interpret the no matter what they do. merchandise news. PRUE CEDNIEST aemdsolinlegamilnalO5=0~ Me CAS 11 let prize—$1,000.00 cash 2 -rid prize $500.00 cash 3rd prize : $200.00 cash 4th prize*— $100,00 cash 5 prizes, each $50.00 • cash, 95 prizes, each $10.00 cash 104 prizes totalling $3,000.00 Someone is going to walk home with that $1,000.00 for just esti- mating the numbdr'of cords in the average Goodyear Tire. Why don't you take a few minutes to make are estimate? It won't cost you a cent and you have as good a chance as anyone else to he one of the winners. [ti THE AVERAGE GOODYEAR TIRE) ' Anyone from a household where a car is owned tray enter except tire dealers, employees of rubber corn. paries and the families of both. There is no entry fee, nothing to buy, no special requirement. See the six Goodyear Tires of various• sizes, types and ply -thick. nesecs on display here. Then estimate the number of cords in each, find a total, and divide by six to strike the average. Submit the number yea estimate on a standard entry blank. obtainable from the undersigned. Closing date June Sth, 1932, Ad- dress:. "The Goodyear Superawisc. Cord Contest," New Toronto, Tar. onto 14, Ontario. Come in and see Supertwist Cords demonstrated and get'a helpful booklet of contest directions, J. B. LAVIS,CCIintc,:n