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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1932-08-25, Page 2VAGE THE C I`NTON NEWS -RECORD' '1'L�Y7RS,, AUGUST 25, 1932 -Clinton News=&record„ With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA Terms of,. Subscription -$2:00 per yedr in: advance, to Canadian ad dresses; $2.50 to the U.S. or oth- er foreign countries. No .pa er discontinued ...until' all arrears are paid ` unless at the option of . the ., Publisher. The date to which ever. .subscription is paid is denoted on ` the label, Advertising Rates -Transient adver- tising' 12c per count line for first insertion. 8c for .each subsequent' insertion. Heading counts 2 lines.' Small advertisements, not to ex .ceed one inch, such as "Wanted", "Lost," 'Strayed," etc., >inserted. once 'for 35e, each ,subsequent in- sertion 15c. Rates -for' display ad vertising made known on''applica tiros. Oommunicatiens intended for pub-. 4icatioin must, as a guarantee of good :faith; be accon panied by the name': s»f the writer. 4G, E. HALL, Mr R. CLARK, Proprietor. Edito 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, B.A., LLB. ,Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public -Successor 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 CLIN1ON, ONT. B. R. HIGGINS Notary Public, Conveyancer General Insurance, . including Fire "Wind; Sickness and Accident, .Auto- mobile. Huron and Erie Mortgage ''Corporation and Canada Trust Bonds Box 127, Clinton, P.O. Telephone 57. DR. J. C. GANDIER Office Hours: -1.30 to 3.30 p.m., 8.30 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: >Ontat'io Street — Clinton, Ont. Ono door west of Anglinan Church. Phone 172 Eyes Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. PERCIVAL HEARN Office and Residence: Surer( Street — Clinton, Ont. Phone 69 •(Formerly occupied by the late Dr C. W. Thompson) Eyes Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. H. A. McINTYRE DENTIST • EXTRACTION A SPECIALTY Office over Canadian National Ex- press, Clinton, Ont. Phone 21 D. H. McINNES CHIROrUACTOR Electro Therapist Masseur .Office: Huron St. (Few doors west • of Royal Bank). -Hours—Tues., Thurs. and Sat., aP -day. Other hours oy appointment •Iiensall Office—Mon., Wed. and Fri forenoons. Seaforth Office—Mon., Wed. and Friday afternoons. Phone .207. GEORGE ELLIOTT :Licensed Auctioneer for the 'County of Huron Correspondence promptly ' answered. Immediate arrangements canbe made -for Sales Date at The News -Record •Clinton, or by calling phone 103. • Charges Moderate and Satisfactior Guaranteed `THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth., Ont. President, 3. Bennewies, Brodhag• • en, vice-president,, James Connolly, Goderich. Sec. -treasurer, D. F. Mc- Gregor, Seaforth. Directors: Thomas Moylan, R. R. No. 5, Seaforth; James Shouldice 'Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; 'Robt. Ferris, Blyth;- John Pepper, Brucefield; A. Broadfoot, Seaforth; G. R. McCartney, Seaforth. Agents: W. J. Yeo, R.R. No. 8, 'Clinton; Jahn Murray, Seaforth; James Watt, •Blyth; Ed. Pinchleyl 'Seaforth. Any money to be paid may be paid -to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of • Commerce, Seaforth, cee at Calvin • Cutt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will ` be promptly attended to on applica, 'ten to any of the above officers• addressed to their respective post ot- fices. Losses inspected by the dives- ':tor 'who lives nearest the scene. AttAI_`_° ATIO L" A ArAyt, 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 3.08 pan.' f Going North 11.50 a.m.. EIGIITIL, INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS; JohnnY y Breen, 16 years old, Who has 'spent all his .life aboard a Hudson river tugboat plying near New York City, is made motherless by an explosion which sinks the tug and tosses him into the river. He swims and crawls ashore where starts a new and strange life. 'He is ignorant, cannot read, and -knows nothing of life` in a great city Beaten and chased by toughs he is rescued by a Jewish family living off the Bowery in the rear .of their second-hand' clothing store.. Here ho in openly courted by the "young daughter. Breen .fights.. bullies in self-defense . and 'soon is picked up by an unscrupulous manager who cheats hi --until "Pug"';Malone at the saloon -fight club, attracted to the boy; takes him under' his wing , On the other nide of the picture are the wealthy Van Horns of Fifth Avenue. There is a Gilbert Van Horn, last of the great family, a bachelor, in whose life is a hidden chapter, with his mother's maid..—who leaves the house—to be lost in the city life -when Gilbert is accused.- It ccused;It wan reported the maid married • an old' captain of a river tug , rather than return home --land was - soon a ma ther , . . Under Malone's guardianship young Breen develops fast. . . "Pug" discovers the boy cannot read—starts him to night school and the worldcommences to open for Johnny Breen.. ... Malone, an old-timer, i..; backed in a health - farm venture—taking Breen with him. •There they meet end come to know Gilbert Van Horn. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "I'm. getting ready to go back to the city. I don't know, it seems to me as if my life was to be there, do- ing something for the city, not just helping Pug pound money out of fat slobs who come up here:" John and Van Horn were then resting on a fence rail, under the shade of an oak, looking across the valley that /separated them by- a utile or more from 'Greenbough. They talked idly, Gilbert Van Horn 'looked off too far -away; He dared not crook •at John. Gilbert knew more than John Breen, "My mother was .a good woman, Gil. .I know that." . "Of course she was, . and; your father, •John, he might be found,', the older man still looked away, his voice was 'very low. -"Ii! I found him, Gil—" "Yes,_ 'John—," the words , word expectant,' • Vie boy `paused. intense. "I'd kill him;" John Breen rose abruptly, his, fists clen.ched,`Ilis face flaming. • Then the two men stepped off, at a brisk pace, . down the hill toward Greeiborough Farm. Vali Horn ,walked ,a peace or so behind John; tears were in hie eyes, he could not speak. The boy started to dogtrot ahead of him, but,. he did not follow as was their custom at the end'o:u a hike, ' e-ziEn e "Hey, Jack." Pug pounded at John's doer a few days later. Char- lie's brought up a letter from Van Horn. A special on it, for you. Pug burst into John's room. "Well?" Pug was expectant, an full of curiosity as Eve. "Read it, Pug." "What tha—say, John, I don't know. Whet's it about?" "Here, let me read it. 'Dear Jahn: It's about a talk we had the day be- fore he left. 'Dear John, I have been thinking about what you said. I won a lot on you its those scraps, and have been trying to figure a way in which I could use the money: If you will enter Columbia, this fall, I'll see you through engineering. You can pats the entrance, perhaps with a few conditions. I'm placing a credit in Pug's name for five thous - end, to pay the way. Don't hesitate to take this. You really earned ev= err cent of it. -Merely a little speau- letion of mine. "'I'ln sailing en the St. T ouis to morrow. Will be at sea when you get the letter. Going abroad for a Jv5r, suddce,y. rcnn; • • ',is ann., v;,,; n..c only scanty, Lot Ile i,. ,se Awn Joseph', •ale Van Van Horn pulled out a burnt briar and filled it. Re drew a few puffs of smoke. "You've studied a to le" The older man had a very wholesome regard for John's extraordinary researches. "Well, y es, I have, Gil. But Pug tells me I'm off the road. IIe's"right. Bbt I want yon;• slant on this. I'm going in for engineering. Mr. Ran- toul has sort of set ' my mind that way, not by saying anything to me direct, but by the way he talks when he's up here. I never saw a mare certain man in my life. He's a, big man, Gil, as big as his bridges, and now he's going to swing another one over the riyer." "A civil engineer?" Van Horn looked sidewise at John. "It's a stiff profession; if you go through the schools." "I g uess it's part of that fight; in the city." "You've been thinking about this e long time?" It was a question. "Off and on for a year, • I guess. I've • been worrying, Gil. I'm not •satisfied. I'd hate to say it, es- pecially :to Pug, after all he's done for me." "You've told me a lot 'about the Bowery, Jo hn, and a lot about the East Side. It's the river I'd like to hear about." Van .Horn spoke, halt- ingly. ' "Well; Gil, there's not much to tell. My mother was' everything on the river.. Now that 'I know' more, I realize She was not able to help me. Gil, she was beautiful." John's .eyes held a far -away look. "Her name was Harriet 'Jones, of H'averstraw. I know, new, fronn what I recall, from things I heard, ' Breen was not my father. ' John speke slowly. He re-, lit his pipe, and looked off over the darkening valley; it was late after noon and cloudy. few months with my niece Joseph_ me'. Pug sat on the cot, looked around the room, the rickety book shelve; the familiar figure of his assistant, "Great G:cd, John, I, knew them damn hooks would take you, some day." "Never, Pug, never," Tears stood in teh boy's eyes, He rose, put his arm over the bent ,shoulders of the trainer; the gray head was down. Pug looked ,at the rag carpet, his own eyes mist. John bent down and kissed the gray hairs of Malone. That tough citizen rose suddenly to snake a swipe at him as he ran out and down the corridor to the show- ers, nation as she felt the tense 'grip of. the'hero of the college moment. They,. freshmen rushed up to John and hois-' tedr him clear of his 'embarrassment He, turned and ";waved to Josephine and Van Horn. They waved at•.him in return, The crowd was scatter- ing as Gilbert Van Horn and hig ward walked down the broad step's to the curb. 'Josephine looked at her White glove, soiled by the finger of John Breen.' They were silent on the ride. home; Gilbert Van Horn' looked out of the window of the ear. Josephine still felt the tingling grip of the young ,man in rags. His smile, his tousled yellow head and white teeth, and his confusion, and his superb arms and body, seeped to flit across her memory a vivid pie- tune. He was not at all like the John Breen she, had expected to see. That night Gilbert Van Horn sal in the library 'until long after' mid- night. Josephine had played` fol hien that evening, she too was in a reflective mood, a romantic, girl, a young woman of. eighteen. He smoked and dreamed and planned Gilbert Van Horn was determined upon a course of action in which ev- ery atom of cleverness he pdssesse'1 would be required. At last he had achieved an. absorbing occupation. Gilbert Van Horn, wiser than most men in sante matters, left John very much to himself, except at holi- day Periods when the two friends met at Greenbough. As for his 'ward he arranged things so she saw but little of John Breen. The boy was in training, so Van Horn argued, and to break training was nothing short of bad sportsmanship. Long trips. visits to Newport, the social activi• ties of the select few in the grea'I city these occupied Josephine, and at times she pleased herself by a 1"or 'several weeks 'following his admission to the schools of engineer- ing, after his bout with the entrance examiners, John Breen nneved in a strange, imponderable world. Then canoe the great day of the flag rush between the freshmen and sophomores and . Breen's great strength and superb physique, made hien the hero of the school. John caught a glimpse of Gilbert Van Horn waving at him. He stood be- side the golden statue. "Boys, let me down," John kicked free and ran across to Van Horn. A great many people stood about. John suddenly realized he was not on the gym floor at Gre'enbough, that his attire was not only scanty, but scandal- ous; he was practically in rags. One - shoe had disappeared in the battle he had not noticed it until his feet' touched the stone steps., • "Josephine, this is John Breen John, my ward, Josephine." 'John stood speechless. He held the :hand extended to, hien. Blue eyes, laughing eyee, ,' smiled ant his predicament: Mise • Lambert was, completely aware of the striking site.: ®r long look at the full length photo- graph of Fighting Breen,, in ring togs, taken•just before his battle with the Quaker. This stood on the dresser in Van Horn's .room, But the John Breen o:('the cold eyes, looking 'straight ahead, .hie pompadour as stiff ' as -a shoe brush, was of the past, "Breen,! -you're looking stale" Har - board of the graduate schools drop- ped into :the :room of the student; I1 was close to midnight and John bent over thin work table, his tired eyes scanning a maze ,oaf formulae in the- oretioal mechanics, "What are you digging at P "Usual stuff." John took off his eye shade, evidently with relief. Ho had plunged into .the work of the schools with determined energy, Feeling himself grow stale, he pushF ed onward with the utmost vigor, actually working 'himself to de;truc tion,. • "I'd like to tell you something." Harboard drew a battered briar front his pocket atad tamped down a .half - smoked charge of tobacco. He li', this and puffed contentedly. "Foto: years—" Ii'arlloard 'rolled the words over hit tongue="leading to—.?" "The degree of .: civil engineer," John sensed a question ancl supplied an answer, "Leading to a complete ossification of the mind," Harboar"d continued; ignoring John's words. "I've watch- ed you for some time, Breen, espec- ially this last year. I'm studying,. er am trying to study the art • of teaching. I came here from a smal' southern college, you and ninety- nine per cent of those here would not know the place if I mentioned it one horse all the way through, and poor, Poor. my boy, in money.' He smoked thoughtfully far a few minutes, "What's back of sill this junk," he nodded at the few books, sweeping . his pipe aver the litter, "what are you going to do?" For a while the two friends sat in silence. John had tossed his. eye shade aside and searched for a pipe. He had no particular answer for the question. He' was going to get through, he was getting through to, well, to do something, but just what he did not exactly know. "Well, Breen, if the things you are doing are a fair example of the work of our schools, of 'technology, our highest schools of industrial „train- ing, driving you, at. constant over- loud, T don't wonder, at some of the things, we see' about us. 'You don't mind .sae saying this, do you 1,' "lion" John .thought a moment. He hacl an intense admiration for a' great many of his teachers, .earnest hard- working men, • just, 'and often woe hilly underpaid. "You said some- thing 'about the things we see. What; for _instance?" "Well, if you wish, failure is what we see -the costliest. failure in the world. We see prime youth dumped into a machine and sweated and ground and pounded until every ori- ginal impulse and idea is packed down under a concentrated layer' of stupidity. I've made a study Of edu- cation and have practised it on oth- ers with some result;, but what I see here is a .farce: The brain is intended for Ilse, not for the stowage of freight. Tho structure 'of 'the mind needs development through act -tion, in thought- and reason. Why, dammit, man, they seem to be stuf-' fing you with the accumulated- facts of the ages, regardless of how, or board psused, filled and relit his pipe,. while John sat in silence. "Tho worst of the whole •'thing is the awful hopelessness after -you are through here. You are sweated, you ai;e driven and you survive.' But what do:you iduvive for? Well, in the course of time your strained technical brain has'todo with the work of men. • (Continued+Next Wleelc:) LEVIES DEPRESSED Limes, much prized universally in 1 Y the science or mixing beverages and reputed to be a good substitute for lemons, even' in pies, are suffering somewhat front a wasting disease called' "withertip." IIoweverr, down in )Montserrat and Dominica, British West Indies islands famed all over' the New World for their limes and Buie juice, there is -hope for a fair crop this year, 'The fruit 'reaches Ganada.by: Canadian National steam, ' ens. •• Music .Day, one of outstanding at=' traetivensss at the Canadian National Eochibition, Palle' this year on Thurs- why, they were discovered." Har- day, September lst. Taking Their Position Seriously WAR CLOUDS IN SOUTH AMERICA A scene in the main street Of La*Paz, the capital of Bolivia, as thous- and of citizens held a hostile demonstration against the neighboring country of Paraguay, the demonstration following the fighting between Paraguayans and Boliviatrs in the long -disputed Chan Chaco region on the borderline between the countries, Rights! You know that a manufacturer includes in the selling price of his product a percentage for press advertising—a percentage ranging dram 3 to 5 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 precinct : amount to front $1,000,000 to $1,500,000, Now, if you are stocking a nationally -adver- tised product—advertised in big city dailies and in nationally -circulated magazines, you have a right to see this produet also being locally advertised—lin this newspaper. Your total an- nual sales of the maker's product, joined to those of its other local distributors (id there are others), 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 produgt in big city dailies -and in national maga- •sines, tell hint that upwards of 90 per cent. of the families in your sales territory do not sub- scribe toa big -city daily or to a national maga- zine; and that, therefore, ,he is putting on your shoulders the burden of ,creating and maintain- ing sales. Clearly, it is not right that you should be re- quired to promote 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 ip local; weekly newspapers, saying that it costs too nnuch. 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 first-class case to put before manufacturers who want you to stock and push the sales of their product, then why net present it, either direct, ,or through the maker's repre- 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)