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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1931-09-03, Page 2Clinton News.: ecoid CLINTON, ONTARIO Terms of Subscription -02.00 per year in advance, to Canadian addresses; $240 to the u,S. pr other foreign oountriee. No payor discontinued Until all arrears are paid uulees ,at the option of the publisher. The date to which every subscription is paid to denoted- enthe label: Advertising Rates -Transient. adver- tising, 12o pet count line for first' insertion, 8c for 'each subsequent insertion. Heading cennte 2 lines. Small, advertisements, not to exceed one inch, such as "Wanted," "Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted once for 85c, each subsequent insertion 15o. Advertisements sent In without fro structione as ,to the number of in- sertions wanted will run until order: ed out and will be charged accord- ingly, Rates for display advertising made known on application, Communications intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee .of good', faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. G. D. HALL, M. R. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor. M. De McTAGGART anker • A general Banking Business'' transacted, Notes Discounted. Drafts Issued. Interest Allow- ed on Deposits. Sale Notes Pur- chased. H. T RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial, Real Estate and Fire In- surance Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies. Division -food Office. Clinton. Frank Finglancl, B.A., LLB. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary 'Pubiic Successor to W. Brydone, K.O. Sloan • Block -- Clinton, Ont, • CHARLES B. HALE• Conveyancer, Notary Public, Commissioner, etc. (Office over J. E. I-lovey's Drug Store) B. R. HIGGINS Note,. Public, Conveyancer General Insurance, including Fire. Wind, Sickness end Accident, Autonio• bile. Huron Sc Erie Mortgage Corp- oration and Canada Trust Bonds. Box 127, Clinton P.O. Telephone 51. DR. J. C. GANDIER Office Hours: -1.30 to 3.30 p,m., 6.30 to 8.00 p.m., Sundays, 12.30 to 1.30 p,m. Other hours by appointment only: Office and Residence — Victoria St. DR. FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence: Ontario Street — Clinton, Ont. One door west of Anglican Church. Phone 172 ` Eyes Exemineu and Glasses Fitted DR. PERCIVAL HEARN Office and Residence: Huron Street - Clinton, Ont. Phone 80 (Formerly occupied by the late Dr. C. W. Thompson). Eyes Examined and Glases Fitted. DR. H. A. MCINTYRE DENTIST Office over Canadian Nation. Express, Clinton, Ont. Extra,, -ton a Spe' iatty. Phone '21 Saimaa seen tea is 'a masterpiece in blending 'GREE R ilii• a•' 'Fresh frosty the ardens' "Mrs. Ames is one of the most E(� pal 'prominent society women in town ��� •Stai�•�i rd the -Van Alstyhe Ameses, you* •know,"I gyp �whan��� The waterfront man did not know , @� P �+ but he grunted sympathetically. I `-- "When :she wants her picture in Women's Rapidly Changing Sunday's' paper, it's got to go. • And Types, Worry tragus' what was' 1 to tell her?. That Jimmy . didn't care how prominent` she was, • Writer as to Future. compared with somebody that got Developments murdered," I ' , suppose! .I guess Mrs. • Van Alstyne Ames is just as import "Hen' subtle apse is knotty"—"she• .ADVE-I‘TTURES of Y4 and hiiDog SCOTTIE - what came before: Late ono afternoon,. while on hoar the. freighter Madrigal in the Chinese Sea,' Captain Jimmy and his friends,;ight a bandit ship firing on a little vessel. hey take off to the rosette ant as any corpse, But Jimmy's is is as decorativo as" an Assyrian ram" in their plane. f' L w lowered "I'll say he is!' jc Y e sitively inhuman." 'her cheeks are' acid -pink peonies"— 1e1 sumo diffleul "tier fingers are chic en bones"—"she is the possessor -of'a ravishingly rah- the plane into the :sea and heading pity' nose"—'her eyes are huge eggs into the wind, took off, The. {rotor e fearful sight to see a plane making sputtered, and missed at first—then such ,speed straight at one, lir the Thus IVIr, Cecil Beaton, in his new it opened out into a deep, satisfying bow of the Junk stood a group of Book of Beauty, comments Beverley Nichols in the Continental Edition of the. London Daily' Mall. He is writing about a great many enchanting ladies, 'whom we all know, if not in person, through their pictures in the illus- trated papers. If he had written in the'days of the duel,he would already be lying in some dark corner of Hyde Pant slash- ed from tip to toe. And in these more recent times when people stood on chairs in HydeParkto, crane their necks at the full-bottomed beauties of the 90's, he would have been distinct- ly unpopular in his club. Hands were lilies then, and eyes lakes, and cheeks roses. Even when Swinburne began to paint vermilion on the lips of imaginary ladies, people felt that his tastes were a little odd. -a-.".--.-.-..e-.•.•.iris • THE TULE A STORY Or A MISSING ACTRESS AND TIIE TAXING OF WITS TO EXPLAIN HER FATE. BY NANCY BART MAVITY. sYesOrszs Don =worth's, wifef formerly the actress Sheila O'Shay, disappears. Dr. Cavanaugh, criminal psychologist, learns that their married'ife has been very unhappy. Peter Piper a Herald reporter, tries it, interview Dr. Cavanaugh. Instead he meets Barbara Cavanaugh. and ands. that she wee engaged to Don Dilworth before his marriage. A body is found, burned by fire, in the tule marsh. The only thing hY which the body can bo identifiedIs a patch of scalp with some hair attached. Dr. 'Ca- vanaugh asks Don Ellsworth and Mrs. Kane, Sheila's maid to secure for him a strung of Sheila's hair. They both re- fuse. But Dr. Cavanaugh gets it. Peter Piper hopes for advance information and Dr. Cavanaugh tells him the body is that of Sheila O'Shay, and Barbara, who is present, faints when she hears this. CHAPTER VIh—(Cont'd.) "If you're sure there's nothing I can do—" Peter ,said hesitantly. It Seemed somehow heartless to leave her like that. It did not occur to hint that he had left bodies strewn by the roadside after a wreck in order to rush to the nearest telephone with his story, without a similar qualm. Ile wanted Barbara to look at hint. He wanted to know whether her eyes "Boy!" his voi.,e was a raucous:, would be those of Alice u Wonder. joyous bark. "Go to the library and land grown up, or of the wary wo- get all the pictures we have of A. G. man who drove an expensive sport Cavanaugh—Cavanaugh spelled with coupe, a 'CS" He peered across the room et "I assure you there's no cause fat the office clock, pushing his eye -shads anxiety." .Again Peter had to submit back over the hedge of upstanding led to the doctor's grave scrutiny, with its hair. "Go to it, Piper. We'll hold the undertone of amusement. Feeling very much like a small boy nho has made a blundering nuisance of himself, he once again crossed the street and jerked "Bossy" into gear. It was only with the familiar hard smoothness of the wheel under his hand that his mind lurched into clar- ity. It was a clarity so disturbing that he fought it off with an almost physical sense of struggle. But it was no use, Peter's brain, temporarily numbed, was once again funtioning alertly, His emotional bias—and he admitted wryly that only an emotional earth- quake could make him forget that Jimmy at the city desk was waiting for his report --was powerless against the relentless chug -chug with which the events of the morning fell into place. Barbara did not look like the kind of girl who would faint easily. She had not seemed in the least exhausted when he talked with her. She admit- ted that she had not read the papers recently — therefore she probably knew nothing of the body found in the marsh. His memory raced back over the words of their conversation. He had mentioned a "big story" out had not said what the story was. Of course there were plenty of people who paid little attention to the pa - On the other hand, might she D. H. 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Peter leaned his elbow_ against the wire mail basket, tipping it at a peril- ous angle. "1 didn't go to the city hall—" he began nonchalantly. "The hell you didn't!" The familiar elixir of the local room was having its effect on Peter. He felt a faint resurgence of his custom- ary enjoyment in baiting the excit- able city ed{tor, who leaped after news like a dog tearing after a rabbit, "No," he drawled. "But I got an advance statement direct from 3)r: Cavanaugh. He has identified the body as that of Sheila O'Shay." Jimmy wasted no time in congratu- lations. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. President, J. Benneweis, Brodhagen. Vice-president, James Connolly, Ooderioh.. Sea -treasurer, D, F. MoClregor, Seaforth. Directors: James 'avails, Beechwood; Sam Shouldice, Walton; Wm. Rinn, Flullet,., l;tobt. Ferris, Hallett; ,John Pep- per Brueofleld; A. Broadfoot, Seaforth: (i. 's'`. McCartney, Seaforth: Agents' W. S. 700 R..R. No. 8. Clinton; John Murray, Seaforth; Jamey Watt, Bly' ltd. Ptachley, Seaforth, .' ny money to be paid nay be paid to the Royal Bank, 711nton: Bank of Com- merce, Seaforth. or at Cal',in rlutt's Giro. eery, Ooderioh. Parties desiring to effect insurance or transact other business will bo promptly attended t on application to any of the ab•es officers addreseed•to their respec- dt ectortwho lives nearest the stone the ANAD AN NATIONAL' ANAVA1 iTIME TABLE. Trains will arrive at and depart front Clinton' as follows: • Buffalo and Goderich Div. pers. have deliberately kept away freest them through fear of what she might read? It was a futile but very coins mon defence which led people unsin- seionsly to act as if 'what they did not know for certain was therefore non-existent. She had fainted just after her fa- ther's announcement that Sheila 0' - Shay had been murdered, Was there n connection there? She bad once 'peen engaged to Don Ellsworth—and she did not want the fact to be known. Was she protecting Don? Or was her father—who, come to think of it, bad been very anxious to get rid of Peter; before Barbara should fully regain conscio'.sness—protecting her? Was he afraid of what she might say when she once again realized the discovery from which she had recoiled into un- consciousness? Peter faced with tightened lips and sick :yes the last question of all. Was her friendliness toward himself a de- liberate device to secure him on her side—because he might find out too much? 'Was she using .the age-old chicanery of women to beguile and confuse inen? He recoiled, despising himself for the. suspicion. But his dis- like of the idea did not make it any theless possible. After all, the me- thod, if it was a method, had been r)is- coneertingly effective! But he knew the danger of believing what you want to believe, and he forced his .mind to meet squarely the image of her face. "Damn it all," he grunted. "I don't know—but I've got to find out!" CHAPTER XVIII. Peter'sface, minus its usual bisect- ing grin, looked long than ever when he dragged himself wearily across the local room to Jimmy's desk, He felt physically battered. The familiar din of the local room typewriters, the shout's of "copy boy," the "bling" of edition fifteen minutes over the dead- line. Give us a short lead. Then get the slippings on Cavanaugh and write a good `follow' story for the 'home'." Peter lounged across the room to l.is desk, thrust a sheet of copy paper into the carriage of his typewriter, and typed his name in the upper left corner. The face of Barbara wavered be- fore his eyes—the face of Barbara, white, with closed eyes; the face of Barbara with the broad, childlike brow and the smooth hair 'halve straight back;' the face of Barbara With the determined chin telling hint that she was a "guttersnipe." The face of Barbara-- "Pfper!" the voice of Jimmy at his elbow was a rumbling growl. "This is a daily newspaper, not a biennial edition of 'Who's Who.' We're hold- ing the presses for you!" Peter thrust the face of Barbara nit of his mind. When a story had to be written, it had to be written -- in spite of day and night and death and hell." The line, forgotten since high school days, flashed out of the darkness. Resolutely he summoned the old habit of concentration. But it was easier to ignore the world out- side—the room with its voices and bells and clattering confusion—than to blot out that other, inner confusion which made his thoughts a clamor of questionings. He hammered out a lead—jerked' 'out the sheet and tore it up—flung the wadded scraps on the floor in the general direction of the waste -paper basket --and begat again. His fin- ,gers pounded rapidly, steadily, clack- ety-clack, •pause--clackety-clack on the keys of the battered typewriter, As each sheet, of copy paper was whipped out of the carriage, .with "more to cum" typed at the bottom, a copy boy at his elbow whisked it out of his hand and ran with it to the city desk, waited for Jimmy's rapid perusal, and ran again to the copy desk, where he sent it hurtling down the tube to the composing room. The city editor bent over his desk, with a man from the art room,ar- ranging a lay-out—Cavanaugh, 1)00 Ellsworth, Sheila O'Shay, Peter himself took the last .sheet from the typewriter and laid it on the city desk.' Jimmy looked up. "That's a pretty good yarn;" he Said. It was the highest pinnacle of praise to which a member of the "Herald" staff could be lifted. Jimmy reserved his superlatives for the un- important. He unloosed the full in- tensities of his vocabulary on a mis- placed initial in a two-inch item; but when by a joggling of captions the mayor of the city was labeled "Bank Embezzler," all that he had said was "Oh dear!" "You look all shot to pieces," he added. "Go out and get.a good lunch and then walk around :for h'alf an hour. Here!" He thrust two silver' dollars across the desk to Peter. "The lunch is on the house." He had re- membered that it was the day before pay day -h day on which the members of the local room staff were likely to lunch ones sandwich and five -cent cof- It is the custom of all local rooms to agreeon the inhumanity of city'edi- tors. Peter jingled the two dollars in his pocket and nodded briefly' to. the two in passing. He ought, to feel' elated instead of tired, and dry: in the mouth as if he had been eating chips. Peter had written good 'stories before. But for the first time in his life he had written a good story -and did not care. (To be continued.) Eagerness Tho weary I am eager to be gone. Too far and wide this mad arid maud- lin scene, In every changing aspect have I been, Played king and captain, seer and clownish pawn, Known love triumphant, suffered love forlorn; Across the hills and lakes seen even- ing march, Behind the eastern mountains morn- ing Own, Thrilled 20 deluding hope of rainbow's • arch, Loved learning and then learning learned to scorn, Nursed faith and from me had faith fiercely torn. So, weary then, omnipotence I pray For some new field or glen or cosmic shore, For some more magic and a brighter day, Rest, peace, then toil and weariness once more, —Seammon Lockwood, in The York Times, New Doubts The grey -bearded tourist eat in the inn parlour talking to the vil- lagers. He told them of the won- ders he had seen in his travels, of his adventures, and of the fortune he had made. "And, to crown it all," he added, "I am a native of this place. I left the village when I was a lads but I still remember a lot *2 your faces. You are Willie Slocum," he said to one bald old chap; "and your name is Mudde," he said, pointing to an- other. The villagers stared at him in suspicion, "Don't any of you remember me?" he pleaded. "My name is George —George—" He paused invitingly, and a voice broke the silence. "Well, judging from what you've been telling us," it said, "you're name ain't George Washington." About half a mile away, I turned to the attack again. Suddenly I swooped until it seemed as if we would scraps the docks as we pass- ed. Every b11 of engine power forced alts out of the sky. Our speed was tremendous. It must have been "Where is Happiness" The last article written by the late Dame Nellie Melba appears in the Australian Woman's World, It contains delba's views on happi- ness. She wrote:— "Where is happiness?" It is to be found in the world all about us, in the stillness of a summer night, in the pride of a good thing done, in the flush of a summer dawn, tate following of an ideal, the strong grip of a friend, the perfect heart of a rose, or the wild sweetness of a song. It is always very near. "You may come upon it at tate very next turn of the road. "The secret of finding it? I can- not tell you. I know that fame alone does not bring it, and I know that it is within the reach of a11, young or old, rich or poor, celebrat- ed or unknown. Only have courage and conviction, tenacity and kindli- ness, a ready smile and a wilting hand for one less fortunate in the race. "Partly it is in doing your job well, with all your ability, and in re- fusing to despair, and doing half way to the next turn of the road yeurseli. Often it conies tripping more than hall way to meet you." Mount Revelstoke Park telephone bells, which usually were fee, =regarded elements of a normal at- "Thanks," Peter said indifferently. mosphere, smote his ear as separate "I'm all right." sounds, distinctly as if he were hear- "Do as I tell youl" snapped the city editor."And your follow story DI will be page one—and sign it." Peter drifted past the desk where_ it the society editor Was indignantly, thou;;b in cautious tones, discussing in? i 1' - • i••'ss of Jimmy with the •'t as cri•"ti: n•an, Going East, depart 6.68 a.m. ing them for the first time. All th i a - „ 3,05 p.m. .rushing. to, and fro seemed futile a Going West, depart 11.65' a.m' unimportant, like the scurrying " " c. 0'44 p.m mice across a barn floor. What did ton •••,5, Huron 8. Bruce matter, anyway, whether the "H Goin South •8.08 11,m• i'n,:.0 idents all" beat the "Record"' by an edit' .. 11.58 a.m. ' The city editor caught sight of P m What of the Future? Now all is changed. For better or for worse, d dare not say, beauty be- ing so unaccountable and modish a creature. But I am, a little disturbed about the future. If Assyrian rams why not Jersey cows? If acid -pink peonies why not blood -red beetroots? And if chicken' bones why not ham bones, or, for the matter of that, calves' feet? Beauty specialists, too, will . be forced to follow the prevailing mode. Already a great many of the adver- tisements for beauty culture depict ds lures, illustrations of women who would have been regarded by our fath- ers with unaffected aversion—women with noses like razors, and tiny tri- angular mouths, and wispy, rat -tall eyebrows.- In a few years' time the eyebrows will have disappeared alto- gether, or be tattooed on the top of the forehead, and, for all I know, the nose may be removed,. too, Meanwhile, it` is highly probable that the mouth will have developed In- to a rare, complex, strangely tinted blossom. Even to -day mouths are more and more camouflaged. It is extreme- ly vieux jeu to parade an ordinary Cupid's bow. One must slash it single line, in raspberry or magnets, or even a sort 0f purple, Tho wax dummy alone is a eulli i- ently striking example of the way in which our tastes have changed. Wax dummies once formed the most virtu- ous class in the community. Now they are terribly depraved, with their heavy lists, their thin, twisted bodies, and their slinking poses, They used. to Luse schoolgirl complexions. Now they are weird and Ivan. Like many modem women, in fact. Acquired Taste, After All Boauti, atter all, is an acquired taste. Sometimes I wonder, in gloomy moods, if it would be better never to acquire it. In any case, the sense of beauty is strange, passing compreben- sion. Why should we say, "This patch- work must be thus and tions—it must not deviate a partialo from the accept- ed rule—we must not attempt to bet- ter it—tor this is beauty—and all else is false?" Yet still, deep in my heart of hearts, I feel that my sould will never awaken at the sight of a rabbity nose, and that 1f I write sonnets to my lady's eyes I shall try to hind from the rich store- house of Nature some outer metaphor than—eggs. Mount Revelstoke Natignal Park, British Columbia, situated above the clouds, is probably the highest park in the world. It covers an area of 100 square mites on the wide plateau which forms the summit of Mount Revelstoke. A new motor road to the top providesone of the most thrilling drives in the mountains. Known hs the "Royal Drive" it has been --included •in the itinerary of every Royal party to tour Canada since the inception of the road. As- cending through heavy forest growth the view provided from the top is most spectacular. Q•v_alifies at 18 Corporal Geo. A. Herring of Ottawa, who at 18 -years 02 age has qualified for the Canadian Bisley', team. He is in the GA. roar and drove the plane. at , ter- pirates - petrified. Then, Bang. rific speed to- Bang! roared the heavy shot gun, wards the 000ne and the. pirates raced' for cover; but or battle. There, several seemed to stumble and 101 was not "a moon- quite still. oat to lose, 1 A Yew stray shots sereeched by, As ve drew fired by the more courage( u$ of the nsamr,' through I pirates who dared show themselves the twilight,- wet above decks. Meanwhile, thy' gein could plainly see 'nor loaded up his heavy artillery the flash from the ready for his next attack. Again 'e' guns of the Pirate Junk. I gave swooped and raked the decks with our plane ovary bit of gas' i could buckshot but this time the pirates and she roared down toward the had seen enough of us, Someone scene of battle at a tremendous rate. out the Junk loose and the pirates Saddenly the firing seemed to rushed back and crowded on full case. A lucky shot must have crip- pled the ship they were pursuing. Quarte. of a mile away and we nosed. down• to get a better view of what pirate's wheel was taking place, deck, banging A little ship lay over with a heavy away with our list to starboard, evidently leaking o 1 d shotguns. from a shot below the water line. A The helmsman large Chinese junk was tied behind of the Junk had and a boarding party of pirates all he could A swarmed all over the captured ves- do,- at best, to//p ` sel. The passengers ran here and I hold the 'ship �'44 there, oolong for shelter. Then as to her course, we same near we could see a num- ! Ur a brisk wind had suddenly ber of figules bound to the rail --1 sprung up and she leaned heavily to evidently white men and ship officers, ! one side. As we passed overhead, the pir Then, looking up, he caught sight of us hovering above him like a great bird of prey, Just as a charge of buckshot rattled around him on the decks. With a yell, he let go the We swept past the boats at wheet and fled and tate next mom. about one hundred and ten miles an ent a strong gust of wind keeled the hour. The Chinese Junk was our junk over on hside- (To beer continued,) Note: Any of our young readers writing to "Captain Jimmy", 2010 A Rustic Factory There are other woods lying thick around Great ilampden- that have this touch of dream atmosphere, though perhaps . the chair -makers who have worked there for so long drove the fairies away long ago. Por when Sir Philip Sidney was writing his Arcadia, these same woods knew the light, roagll, straw -woven tents, cast about with old sacks in Arab fashion in the same manner that One seas today, the same primitive method of the lathe worked by tho foot, that turns, with astonishing ease, rapidity and sntoniltness, the legs for the chairs of the Wycombe workshops. Neat piles 01 them stand. by the tent openings, while the forest clearing is stuttered with chips and shavings and the raw sail. Now was our chance. Circling around! to gain altitude, we suddenly dived straight for the ates greeted us with a volley but they were not used to firing at a speeding plane and their shots went wide. target and how we longed for a few nice hand grenades or a machine gun! 51111, eye had the shot gun and plenty of buckshot shells. We 1 Stat Building, Toronto, will receive could make it hot for those ;urates. his signed photo free. Chocolate Malted Milk The health -giving, delicious drink for children and grown- ups. • • Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. How:Glass Gets What New York Desert -Colored Is Wearing Scientists Says Change of BY ANNEBELLE WORTHINGTON Tint Occurs Due to Sun's Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished Rays With Even/ Pattern Interest"in desert -colored glass con- tinues to increase, writes Ransoms Sutton in "The Los Angeles Times." "I know several prospectors who have stopped hunting for gold," a friend writes me, "and are devoting all their time searching for violet -colored bot- tles—which have acquired consider- able value. I wish you would explain how the saris rays give glass a rich heliotrope color." The change of color, according to Dr. Edison Petit of Mount Wilson Observetory, who has for years been working with ultra -violet light, oc- curs in the make-up of the mangan- ese dioxide molecules, which are inter- mixed with the glass. Manufacturers mix manganese oxide --a black dust— with the molten glass to whiten it. Without the manganese, glass would not be clear. An extra amount of manganese gives it a pinkish color. Desert light in the ultra -violet re- gion, said Dr. Petit, affects the man- ganese dioxide molecules, possibly by removing one or more of the oxygen atoms from the combination; their the changed molecute refracts or reflects light differently, producing the ultra- pink ltra-p nk or heliotrope color. It is a slow profess, because the color deepens gradually for about eleven years. Thei'enfter, the solctstays fixed, wi- lco changed by host. Tlr. Petit lighted an oxygen lamp and held a piece of beautifully colored glass over the' flame. Within two or,. three minutes, the heat restored the desert -colored glass to its original; color by rearranging the atoms in the molecules as they were before the influence of the desert sun. Giese, we , are told absorbs ultra- If you want an attractive little material 0i the prepared timber, violet light. This being true, how of the work- does it happen that the under side of a dress tor more dressy afternoons and with the pots and pans tale becomes colored? Most bottles informal evenings, you won't make There is no anachronism t i e this are found uniformly colored, the rustic factory, but rather a scene Linde? side equally .with the upper that contrasts sadly with the great aside. Dr, Petit'sxpl' ois thatve nest ha se. a smartly falling circular temples reared to the god of nm. i ultra -violet arias o ys particular citinery, full of roar and speed and , length do the coloring and are not skirt th t ways its grac a ully lu subordinate human automaton; for absorbed. st out here is but the wind and tho 1 Passing through the upper well of feeling inthe paced low so a, opened re - curious woodpecker, . . There is a' a bottle,. lyilig half buried in sandy p re - little book in circulation upon the I these penetrating rays act on the tam the flatslimnessof t the hips, t t this charming ro[rugres• i nlangaus: e -oxygen molecules in the The Capel t edgedit scarf ends subject o g sion, giving the details of a craft � Buried wall, as if the whole botr,Ie, ruffle and finished with which is most fitting in Hampden Dere exposed to the direct rays, It is at the centre -front is generally be - woods, but tragically, absurdly inap- not true, be said, that only foreign coming. ' plioable to the world at large—From •'glass "blushes" deep blue in the des -1 Itetpee n resssuch a a charmingly print, eyelet cool ol "Green Yields of England," by Clete' art; all glass responds—more or if appearance Cameron, conspicuously, depending upon the: batiste, cobwebby lace, or a gay crepe amount of manganese in the glass.! de chine print. any mistake in choosing this model. It has loads of charm and dainti- ers' dinners uO "Great Scott, but it's hot" "Hot; you don't know what hot weather ie. Why down where 1 came from if you put a cake of ice in the sun it will warp before it gets time to melt." The biiini effect can be produced by soaking glass in X-rays. A Los An- geles company, responding to the de- mand for heliotrope glass, is now manufacturing it -.boating the desert, we are told, ,at its n job. BOOKS' We are all writing books—histories of our own lives, and we nothing, soften =thing; only theaddress your order to Wilson Pagep naked truth can be marked on those Service, 78 West Adelaide, St, Toronto Jeri . Style No. 3146 is designed for sizes 14, 16, 18, 20 years, 36 and 38 inches bust. Size 16 requires. 4% yards 80 -inch. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. Write your name and address pi ly, giving number arid size of su patterns ae you want. Enclose 20c stamps or coin (coin preferred; wra it carefully) for each number, ori. VICTORIES Many a man who thinks he Is a ,Let not a man trust his victory nalset 1s nothing but an irritat'lii over his nature too far; for' netuti e will be buried a great time, eel No. 6- -',3 revive upon the tenmptatiou. • s.•." ist.. •-:t y