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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1932-08-11, Page 2PAGE I. Minton News. =Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA Terms of Subscription --.2;00 per year in advance, to Canadian ad- dresses; $2.50 to the •tJ.S. or •oth- , ,er foreign countries. No , paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the aption of the publisher. The date to which every eubseriptiee is paid is denoted on the label. Advertising 'Rates—Transient adver- tising 12c per count line for first. insertion. 8c for each subsequent insertion. Beading counts 2 lines. Email• advertisements, not to ex- ceedone inch; such as "Wanted", "Lost," "Strayed," etc., "inserted once, for 35c, each subsequent in- sertion 15c. Rates for display ad, vertising• made known on applica- tion Communications intended for- pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. , tG. E. HALL, M,, R. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor, H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer 'Financial, Real Estate and Fire In• surance Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies. Division Court Office. Clinton. . Frank Fingland, D.A., LL.B. Barrister, Solicitor,' Notary Public •Snceesscr to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block Clinton, Ont. CHARLES B. HALE Conveyancer,Notary Public, Commissioner, etc. Office over J. E. Hovey's Drug Store CLINTON, ONT. B. R. HIGGINS Notary Public, Conveyancer General Insurance, including Fire Wind, Sickness and Accident, A'nc- mobile. Huron and Erie Mortgage Corporation and Canada Trust Bonds Box 127, Clinton, P.U. Telephone 57. DR. J. C. GANDIER Office Hours:. -1.30 to 3.30 pan., C30 to 8.00 p.m. Sundays, 12.30 to 1.30 pm. Other hours by appointment only, Office and Residence Victoria St. DR. FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence: Ontario Street — Clinton, Ont, One door west a Anglian Chureh Phone 172 Eyes Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. PERCIVAL HEARN Office and Residence: HIuron StreetClinton, Ont. Phone 69 (Formerly occupied by the late Dr C. W. Thompson) Eyes Examined and Glasses Pitted DR. H. A. McINTYRE DENTIST EX t'RACTION A SPECIALTY Office over Canadian National Ex press, Clinton, Ont. Phone 21 D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist Masseur Office: Huron St. (Few doors wesi of Royal Bank). r•i Hours—Tues., Tue ., Thurs. and Sat., al day. Other burs by appointment Hensel! Office—Mon., Wed, and Fri forenoons. Seaforth Office—Meth, Wed. and Friday afternoons. Phone -207, GEORGE ELLIOTT Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron ; 'Correspondence promptly answered. Immediate arrangements can be .made for Sales Date at The News -Record °Clinton, or by calling phone 103, 'Charges Moderate , and Satisfactior Guaranteed, - 'THE McIULLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. President, J. Bennewies, Brodhag• •en, viae -president, James Connolly, Goderich. Sea -treasurer, D. F. Me - Gregor, Seaforth. Directors: Thomas Moylan, R. R. No. 5, Seaforth James Shouldiee' 'Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Robt. Ferris, Blyth; John Pepper, Brueefie1d; A. Broadfoot, Seaforth; G. R. McCartney, Seaforth. Agents: W. J. Yeo, R.R. No. 8. Clinton; Jahn Murray, Seaforth; James Watt, Blyth; Ed. PinchIey, Seaforth. Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, lar at Calvin Cutt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptlyattended to on applica, titin to any of the above officers addressed to their respective post of- fices. Losses inspected by the direc- tor who lives nearest the scene. ANAb1AN: itimraMiWAyi TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. 'Going East depart 3.00 p.m. -Going West, depart 12.07 p.m. Going West, depart - 9.39p.m London. Huron & Bruce Going South 3.03 p.m '.Going North 11.50 a.m.1 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD FELIX "RIE5ENBERG�� alARcolJP.r &ACE &CD SIXTII INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Johnny Breen 16 years old' who- has spent all Ms life aboaad a Hudson river tugboat plying near` New York; is tossed into •'the river by a • terrific' explosion which sinks" the tug, drowns his mother and the man he called father. Ignorant, un- schooled; and fear driven, he drags himself ashore, hid'es to the friendly darkness of a covered truck -only to be kicked out at dawn—and into the midst of a tough gang or boys who beat' and chase him. He escapes in- to a basement, doorway where he hides. Tho -next day he is rescued and taken into the ,home of a Jew- ish family living in the rear of their second-hand cloth/1g store. He works in the sweatshop store—and is open ly courted by Beeka—the young daughter....The scene shifts' to the home of the wealthy Van Horne—on 5th Avenue where lives the bachelor —Gilbert Van Horn -1n whose life there is a hidden chapter. •That chap- ter was all affair with 'his mother's maid, who left the house when he was accused. The lives of Johnny Breen and Gilbert Van Horn first cross When Van Horn sees Breen win his' first important ring battle. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY c.�tco Malone, in the dressing room with the fighters, saw Sol Bernfield slowly count out three five dollar bills and offer them to John. They were stand- ing in a corner, partly shielded by a locker, "What's that?" Malone demanded sharply, appreorching the bay and his manager. "What I won. I get fifteen and Sol gets ten; he's my manager," John ex- plained. "•Say you dirty crook!" The train- er glared at Sol, blanched to a deathly pallor at the discovery of his duplicity drunkenness and brawling. John saw, without knowing, the dregs of the city. Blear• -eyed• victims of the sodden slums of Chinatown drifted into, the bar at McManus' for a bowl of beer and a snatch of lunch, then to sink ' back again to the drug -soaked atmos- phere below. He saw these things through the swinging doors between the gym, at one end of the dance hall, and the private parlors and the bar. Ii was merely another picture Jot the ov- erpowering city, so tremendous in its. contrasts. Pug Malone, .ex -prize.; fighter, train- er for the .Samson Sporting Club, a hard, honest medium-sized, middle- aged man, short of his illusions, watehed over John Breen. John rose at six, with Malone, jumping up in th' brisk air when heskipped rope, swung the'clubs and shadow boxed under the eye of the trainer who sat on the edge of his cot smoking his morning pipe. After a half hour of this John turned out the blankets to air, and master and pupil met a string of boys at the rear door of the club and -ran hard for another half hour before the waken- ing of the city traffic, coming back to the club for a• cold shower and a rub down. Malone and John then breakfasted alone in a card room back of the bar on large"'bowls of oatfeal, bacon and eggs, rolls and coffee. The day was spent in taking care of a string of fighters, boxing, rubbing and punch- ing the bag or working at the chest machines. Regular meals, clean air, and early to bed filled out his frame with an abounding health that glowed and sparkled through his clear skin in startling cbntsast to the :sodden wreehes of men and women drifting all about. After two months of training for condition. Malone initiated John into the science of pugilsnr, coachng him 11 ualumc initiated John into the sc "You give that boy his money." Malone, with a sudden grip, pulled the retreating Bernfeld backward, "Dig, damn you—dig." and he drove his el- baw sharply into the middle of Sol's soft l Bernfeld, wincing with back.' e g pain, hesitated. John eyed trim with suspie!cm "Dig you rotten crook" and Pug Malone gave him a second and much harder hook in the back as a crisp fifty dolar bills come to Light. Malone snatched this and handed it to John. "Take that, son, you earned it. An' you," turning to Sol, "fade, an, fade fast, before you get what's com- in' to you." Bernfeld took the hint without delay. "What's your name, son?" Malone asked, "You look white." "Breen, sir John Breen," the "sir" slipping from some dormant cell, re- corded, perhaps, while overhearing Captain Breen address some wharf or ship officer. Pug Malone, compact,. gray haired, and pink, looked like a god to the boy. "Where de you work?" • Malone knew that John was not a profession - "With Mr Lipvitch in the clothing Emporium," "Pay?" demanded Malone. "Yes, sir, he pays me." John felt his benefactor was under criticism. "Of course he does, son. How much? What do you get a week?" "Three dollars— and board," John added by way of -good measure. "board! Board'!" Malone ran his hand over the body' of the boy. "Board —rats!" and then, seeing the alarmed leak on John's face, he went on in a kindly tone. "What you need is feed= in'., Better stay here. I'll give you a job, five a week an' real board. Rub - bin', that's the work, an' I`ll train you. son, an' split right. Are you my boy?" And so John Breen .left the Ghetto to enter the Bowery of the Greater City aof New Yak. • A year passed over the head of John Brenn, a year of am -pier freedom and of physeal developement, .a year charged with the elements of crime, o f ((( ence of pugilism. behind closed doors in the art of jab- bing, hooking and blocking bloss. Ile impressed upon him the great value of infighting, and the secret of terrific punehes :with the crooked elbow, throwing the full force of the body in- to the blow by applying the fund- amental principles of mechanics and dynamic force. One day, after a long go with Ma - lane .himself, the trainer wiping a ble- eding nose, and out .ef breath, re- marked shortly, "You'll de to take a • crack at a few second raters," John flushed. "Sure—you must always win, Don't forget that, John. Get the habit of always winnin'—always. It's the principle of success." And then John polished off a half dozen "set ups" third and second rate boy disposed of with startling rap- idity and with cold calculating pre- cision. Almost over night the name of Fighting Breen, the welter weight, became known on the Bowery from Chatharn Square to Cooper Union. The Gargan Gang claimed him as one of their original members and boasted of his renown. Fighting Breen was :on the road to championship honors and rewards. And at most of these fights, sitting near the ringside, alone or with Judge Felly was the well-known. sporting man Gilbert Van Horn. He always bet heavily on Fighting Breen. "No" Malone was positive. "that boy's under my care. Never mind a- bout meetin' him now. He'll be ehant- pion then you can all meet him. The kid's too young -gen't give him bum ideas. You sports spoil too many good fighters." Strangely it was Marvin Kelly who Wanted to talk with John Breen. Gil- der merely looked on. He.:had bought a Panhard, and on days following the fights roared through the countryside in clouds of white dust, tearing up the water packed macadam. People thou- ght he was may in his' goggles and mask. He hardly knew whether -he was or not. At Dobbs ferry he upset a farmr's truck cart, the horses were • really at fault, and the Morning Ad -1: THURS., AUGUST 11; 1932 vertiser carried a long stary of his doings. It seemed as if the Van Horns would always be in the public eye. In the meantime, Malone, guard- ing. John With the care of a father, placed his winnings in the Bowery Savings Bank and John, at the time of the reform wave, engineered from'. the inside, had saved over four ,hun Bred dollars and had also provided himself with an elegant wardrobe. The lapse in the fighting game pleas- ed him for he was beginning to hate the contests. A. feeling of hopeless unrest seized him. He became moody, discontented, pettish, Malone studied the boy and wondered what poison was entering into hint when they Were'engulfted in the heat of the great municipal gampaign of 1901. Malone sensed' something strange in John just what he attempted in vain to discover.. But the boy, noting a barroom loafer sitting at one of the tables thumbing a newspaper, knew that he was looking at a superior be- ing, The bun's clothes might be foul; he might be filthy inside and out but he possessed a key, the great key to all: he could read'. John had grasp ed a word or two in casual contact with letters. He knew that R Y E spelled rye whiskey and that BEER spelled beer, but the label Pilseer Genossenschafts-Braueirei was utter mystery. He did know that there were such things as letters and an alphebet. But he knew of no way in which he could go dbout the tack of acquiring the art of reading, or of what he might find out should the gift come to him like magic in the night. For he did dream such miracles often, that he could read and just as he was about to gain some mighty truth ,his fairy gift faded away. Then at times he consoled himself with the t thought that it was no great gift af- ter all. None of the readers he saw were particularly:. wise, except, of course, his idol, Pug Malone. John's inability to read was bro- ught to light one day. "Here's the. 'story of my scrap with Stiftt.' I just dug this up in my old trunk. Loolf it over Jack, an' you'll see Stiftt topped me by ten pounds," and Pug held out the paper to John. John took the pap- er, glanced at the full length wood- cut of Malone, middleweight champ- ion, etc., etc., his eye 'roaming over the figure of his friend in fighting. pose. Tears welled into his eyes; the picture blurred; the red tinged sheet was not so crimson as he. His blush of shame, and his- tearbathed eyes looking straight at Pug, halted the trainer in his recital. >. "Pug, I can't read a da3nm word." he said. - "Can't read! Can't read the Gazet- te?" Malone almost dropped. a bottle of seltzer he was about to squirt in- to a highball, a customer having ap- peared before the bar at that agitat- ing moment. "Well I'll be damned!" and Pug shot the water with such for- ce it splashed the bar, drowning out. the Scotch, "Here take some more," and Pug passed the bottle back to the customer who spiked the drink lib- erally, wondering what the excite- ment was all about. When Malone recovered the whisky bottle he turned to the boy. :Tears glistened in John's eyes and stained his cheek where he had roughly dash- ed a sleeve across his face. -A great lump rose in the throat of the trainer He went to the end of the bar, poured out a large drink of cold' black cof- fee and tossed it off. Wlhen the cus- tomer left he returned to John. "Why in bhe name of hell didn't you tell me this before?" , "Too busy, Pug," the boy explained haltingly. "I whnted ba make good at the scapping. I ain't had no chance. I figured I was too old. So what's the use?" John's voice held a note of hope less maturity. Time, the master, had passed him by. On leaving the bar Pug and John walked into the gym and donned gloves for their usual fast round before supper. Malone, scoring a hard left to the nose, drew blood. "There, son, you see you got to go to whoa! now." He carefuly wiped the red smear from bis glove with a oc 1 s towel, while John laughingly held his bleeding nose. It's night school for you. Night school with :thein kyles an' Polacks. You start tomorrow, kid. at the beginnin'," Pug was positive "I'll bet you'll be; readin' the Police Gazette in a month," he added hope- fully. - Cs= -1[— Y,. John Breen knew no more where he was heading than did the first voyagers who sailed their crazy car- avels across the waters of a virgin world. He plowed ahead with an en- ergy sustained by his magnificent vi- tality In" six months' . time he had burst his prison bars. In bis feverish research he ran beyond the limits of the school. In a year he carried on his "quest to science and philosophy. The clay John Breen first stumbled into a second-hand book .store he be- came e G E. Bell erose whose appointment as General Manager oh Canadian National came aware of a vast mine of incal- . - Express ie announced. chlable wealth. John trembled' as he walked •.off with his treasures, : and then spent the night searching the pages;, wrin- ging from thein the ecstasy that went into their making. (Continued next week) CANADA'S PENINSULA. ' . PROVINCE John Cabot discovered Nova Sat - is in 1497 and to -day, as, at that time it is a country well worth exploring It is an all- but -island, with no point more than thirty miles from the sea. Freshwater lakes form long chains in the interior, magnets that yearly draw canoesists and sportsmen to their waters and wooded shares. The Atlantic coasts a granite wall in- dented by uncounted bays, creeks, harbours, fiords, inlets and estuaries, with long wonderful beaches that curve from headland toheadland, with endless rodky islands 'filling the great bights and still others far out from shore. Quaint, white, old-world fishing villages nestle in the clefts of the rods, each with its church spire and lonely lighthouse, each with its legends of storm, or wreck, buried treasure, phantom ship, privateers or Indian raids. On the Fundy side the prodigious tides have fashioned a- nother kind of landscape. broad alluvial plains cut through by stran- ge anresting rivers With th bb 1 these 'tidal `rivers empty and become wide red gashes in the earth, with a mere trickle ,of water in the. bottom. With the flood, they fill swiftly from bank to bank, the cizarent boiling or the "bore" sweeping up, a turbulent wall of water. • There also is the lovely Annapolis valley. The province is rich in beau- tiful valleys, but the Valley of the; Annapolis is queen over all. In spring it is "a hundred miles of ap- ple blossom;" in autumn the branch- es bend to the eaith with golden -rosy fruit. The eastern part oaf the province is the island 'of Cape Breton, the con- formation of which provides great spaces of steep wooded hills over- looking broad expanses of water. Bras d'Or lake, lake of the Golden Arm, almost cleaves Cape Briton in- to two islands; Haulover isthmus at the southern end, where Nicholas Denys built his fort in barely half a mile across. Indian, Frenchman, Acadian, Gael, Scot., Englisman and a host of ex- plorers, trades's, privateers, fishermen pirates, settlers and sailors have wrought to make Nova Scoian his- tory: In sueh a land the tourist to- day will find evidence of their ex- ploits, and will come to a realization of the Nova Scotian's pride in his picturesque province. You know that a manufacturer includes in the selling price of his product a percentage for press advertising ---a percentage ranging from 3 to 6 per cent—sometimes, even more—when Consumer -resistance is great or when the gross profit margin is very large. So, when a manu- facturer spends $50,000 a year on press adver- tising, it can be assumed that the total annual sales of his product amount to from $1,000,000 to $1,500,000. Now, if you are stocking a nationally -advert tised product -advertised in big city dailies and in nationally -circulated magazines, you have a right to see this product also being locally advertised—iin this newspaper. Your total an- nual sales of the maker's product, joined to those •of its other local distributors (if there are ethers); entitle you to demand that the product be locally advertised in this newspaper. If the maker or his representative talks to you about the advertising being done for the product in big city dailies and in national maga- zines, tell him that upwards of 90 per cent. of the families in your sales territory do not sub- scribe to a big -city daily or to a national maga- zine; and that, therefore, he is putting on your .shoulders the burden of creating and maintain- ts� ing sales. Clearly, it is not right that you ehould be re- wire ,promote q l t o -the sale of a product in the territory served by this newspaper, without re- ceiving from the manufacturer the same kind and degree of sales assistance which he is giving retailers resident in Cities where he is spending a lot of money on local advertising. Quite too often manufacturers don't want to advertise in local; weekly newspapers, saying that it costs too much, They forget, however, that their sales in towns served by weekly news- papers provide an advertising fund which should be spent locally. Why should the contributions from local sales to the maker's advertising fund be spent outside the local sales territory? You have your business to build up, and to the extent that you help manufacturers to obtain and retain sales in this territory, to that ex- tent you should receive local advertising assis- tance. You've got a fist -class case to put before manufacturers who- want you to stock and push the sales of their product, then why not present it, either direct, or through the maker's repass sentative when he calls? (N.B.--Cut out this advertisement, and show it to the representa- tive of firms whose products you are asked to stock and push) A