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HALL - Proprietor H T RANCE NOTARY PUBLIC Fire Insurance Agent Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies Division Court Office, Clinton Frank FingIand, B.A., LL.B. Barristor, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block .... — .... Clinton, Ont. DR. G. S. ELLIOTT Veterinary Surgeon Phone 203 - Clinton; bat H. C. MEIR Barrister -at -Law Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ontario Procto¢' in Admiralty. Notary Public and Commissioner Offices in Bank of 'Montreal Building Hours: 2.00 to 5.00 Tuesday. and Fridays. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street, (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours --Wed. and Sat., and by appointment FOOT CORRECTION by Manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 HAROLD JACKSON Licensed Auctioneer • Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Lioensedd in Huron and Perth Counties. Prieeu reasonable; satis- faction guaranteed. For information etc. write or phonef Herold Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth, phone 14-661. 06-012 I1 ERNEST W. HUNTER CHARTEREDACCOUNTANT 57 Bloor Str. W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers:•president•A. W. McEwing, Blyth; Vice -President, W. R. Arabi - bald, Seaforth; Manager and Sec. Treas., M. A. Reid, Sealerth'. Directors: Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Alex. Broadioot, Seaforth; Chris. Leonhardt, Dublin; E. J. Trewartlia, Clinton; Thos Moylan, Seaforth; W. It. Archibald, Suaforth; Alex McEw- i>, Blyth; : Frank McGregor, Clinton; Hugh Alexander,Walton. List of Agents: J. Watt, Blyth; J ,E. Pepper, Bruce field, R.R. No. 1; R .F. Monearcherr Dublin, R.R. No. 1; J. P. Preuter•,• Brodbagen. to Any money to be paid may be paid Royal Bandy, Clinton; Bank of Commence, Seaforth, 'or, at Calvin Cutt's Grocery, Goderich. •' Parties desiring to effect, inaur-. mice or transact other businesswill. be promptly attended to on applies- tion to any of the above•olfieets ad- dressed to their respective postdoff& ces. Losses inspected by the director., DNAttlaN rikATIOtijl. RAILWAYS TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going 'East, depart 6,43 a.m. Going East depart 3.00 p.m. •Going• Weet, depart 11:45 a.m. ,tieing West, depart 9.50 p.m. London --Clinton:; "Going south ar. 2,50, leave 8.08 pm. pICoBAC F'ye Tobacco Pipe %bac.�co FOR A AOLD;COOL,:'StMo1HE Dark LightDillg by Helen. Topping Miller .11111 41-4114A.LN.a, A NEWS -RECORD' THYJRS., NOV; 5, 1949.. W. N. U. FEATURES SYNOPSIS . white spots on the blocks danced a GaryTallman, a younglittle in front of Gary's eyes,' and petroleum Harvey yelled, "Hey—you can't put engineer on his way to a job in Mex- a four' on a fiveI" iso, gets as far as -Texas, where he And Gary 'muttered, "My error," is given a ride by Mona -Lee Mason. and dragged ,his eyes back to the They have an "accident, and Gary is 'table, . seriously injured.- .Oonseiciice,-strick Adelaide said, "Mother, in the "Mother, en, Mona Lee ;takes him to her home I'm There he recovers sufficiently to dis- going>to take Gary out. in the sur.; He's as pale as tallow." cgver that he is in love with Mona Lee's daughter, Adelaide. Or MP2'ER II ' Then there :was the morning when they lot him p`it-his feet on the floor and stagger ; over to a rocking chair and sit there feeling giddy while the Mattress was turned. That was the "I need these whiskers off, worse. than anything," "I'll shave you. Pll bet I can- with Dad's 'razor." "You'd cut his ear off." Harvey swept the dominoes into a heap. "Oh, my, word—he won again!" Mona Lee hummed happily. It morning that Mona Lee Mason came was so nice, having Adelaide at home in with her amazing suggestion. of an evening. Not .having- to lie a "Harvey: says, Gary ;that if you want to sue ane for damages oh account of your injuries, you can probably col- lect from my insurance company." Gary's voice rose to an angry. yelp. "Sue you? Sue you? 'What,ldnd of a heel does he think I am?" Mona Lee • looked at him' with eyes that misted a little. • "I toldiHarvey you'd say that," she said. Two weeks from the day of the accident, they let Gary go down- stairs, His arm was still in a sling, but he could stand alone. Adelaide held his good arm, and Slim steadied him on the other side. He staggered slowly down the stairs, laughing- in embarrassment' at -his own weakness. But Adelaide made a procession ofit, humming a football march loudly, laughing delightedly when they got him safely' to the bot- tom. "Let him get his breath now, Slim and then we'll take him in the dining for you, Gary, and Mom baked a room. We're having thick steak, Iemon pie." ' - "Gee whiz!" Gary was tremulous with einotion. "You Masons are cer- tainly swell people. 1 don't know how to thank you for everything." "I think you are swell." Gary fret - "Don't try, then. We think you're ted against the things he dared not sort of nice, yourself, Hello, Dad-. say: look at our invalid, Isn't he frisky?" t And then there were only two There were a half-dozen catidies on the table, and a long sideboard winked with'silver. Mona Lee beam - d from the head of the table, and at e foot Harvey briskly swished the ruing knife and spooned gravy. ;Mexican girl in a blue uniform ssed things. He ,would; Gary Tall - an told himself, have a house like s some day. wake, stiff with ;maternal dread, listening fora ear that did not come. And little Phil would have looked like this boy odd that Harvey could- n't see it. ' Too bad Gary would have to be going, just when they were getting to like him so much. Maybe Harvey -but no, that wouldn't do. The week went by so quickly. He drove out in Adelaide's little car and kept from wincing and grabbing the door handle when she passed trucks in ticklish places or swung around a meandering cow. They talked endlessly. She liked to hear about the queer ports he had seen.. "You've seen so much, Gary--and I haven't seen anything.--L"She deplored .the fact that she. hadn't any ambition. She'd never wanted to be an actresh or write a book or anything.. "I'm the one clod left in a restless world. And. the awful part is that I like it.", "They built America on the clods --and nobody ever .built anything yet based on a rolling stone." "I'm glad you don't think I'm a tota1.loss.'1 - e •th ea A pa In thi And then the front door banged open .and three people barged in, Grace, with a Iittle hat over one eye and her husband . and a man Gary had never seen before. • fat ed hand at her mother, took an olive out of the dish. "Hello, Wreck. How are you?„ "Fine, thank you," Gary stum- bled to his feet. "You know 01 -and this is Bob Ferguson, Mr. Tallman, Bob. Mom's orphan." "Pull up chairs, gang," Harvey Mason gestered hospitably. "C'an't do it, Dad. We're having' dinner at the Dutchman's. And then we're going dancing. We came for Adelaide. Get sortie clothes on, Addie, and let's go." Adelaide went on deliberately' cut- ting up Gary's steak. Her eyes were cool but there were red spots burn- ing in her cheeks. "I'm not going," she said. "Well, for heaven's sake! What's the matter? We got this party up for you, particularly." "You'd have a nice time, Addie," her mother suggested. "I told you---I'mnot going, really. I've come home with the milkman and met the rooster at the gate every' morning this week.' I'm. tired. 1 want to read a good book." days left, and on .that morning Gary and Adelaide walked across the fields and into an eroded canyon, where a little wet -weather stream wandered. They sat down to rest on a boulder and tossed bits of rock into the water. Gary crumbled a soft fragment in his hands and was idly brushing the dust from his palms when he jerked erect suddenly, staring at it, and then bent quickly and began picking up other pieces, looking at them keenly. "What is it?" Adelaide asked. He did not answer, but went scram- bling up the side of the aenyon, ging with a jagged stick at the low Hello, you all." Grace kissed her + outcropping. When he came down, her on the eyebrow;'flicked a glov- his face was set and intent. "Has your father ever had a geologist out here?" he asked. "Not that 3 know of, Why?" not sure—I haven't had en- ough experience to be sure -but I'd like to cheek this area on a geophy- sical Map." ,; • "Oh I see," said. Ferguson, nastily. "It's a book." "Let her alone," boomed Harvey. "You all act as if a girl had gone screwy because she wants to stay with her folks once in a while." "Oh, 1' see—her folks!" snapped Grace. "Well, come along, little boys. They, don't want us. here," / "Have a pleasant evening -with your book!" said Bob Ferguson meaningly, as they went out. Gary ate the steak and a huge mound of potatoes and a, slab of pie. He H ` was so -.ha he•was a little rttle drunk though he knew how brief this happiness. was,> • ;and how soon it would be ended. But he had tonight. They played dominoes, because Gary ,could play with one hand. The "Gary .you mean, oil? You think there's oil—on, our land?", "I wouldn't say, definitely. But this Looks tome like the right kind. of structure—.I'm probably wrong, but I might be right." Adelaide's eyes were suddenly wide and excited. "Gary—we could find out, couldn't we? Could you tell if you had a map?" "Not definitely. I know there's a fault that runs through this area-- land you see this?" He crumbled the bit of rock in his fingers. "Sulphur in that—smell it? Where there's sulphur there's oil, usually. . ." "Oh Gary—let'sy get a map! Let's go now. We needn't tell anyone about it—till yonu know more about lit. Her face was flushed with eager. her eyes burning. He tossed the crumbled' clod away and wee abrupt- ly sorry he had said anything about it. Probably he was wrong anyway. Every young fellow who had a cou- ple letters on a degree had a dream of sonic d'ay finding the biggest oil 'strike of all. And oil was like light- ning— dark ight-ning--dark lightning. Where 4t struck, the peaceful earth was never the same again. "Yes," he said slovi%ly. 'iWe can probably get a map. And an ex- perienced geop'hysieist could proba- bly tell, whether there's any definite promise here or . pot.. What I've le l ane. d was how o•et . out cal of t of the ground' after. someone else located it,, but I wouldn't watt to advise ,your father ,to hire geologists—not yet, anyway._not just on inyword." "Oh, but if there should be oil un - ... this is getting TOO CLOSE to. home .. • Canada is in war ... a brutal, terrible war. It can only end hi one of two ways • . • defeat or ViCTORY. This war is not remote . • . it goes on all along Canada's coast -line . • • it is creeping up our great St. Lawrence inland waterway. TODAY, we are in peril l ... What can you do about it?... You can lend your money to buy the weapons that will push back the enemy. Without these, weapons we cannot win! Nothing matters now but Victory! VIIVICTORY IION der this place, Gary, Dad would be glad to hire any number of people. If you should find something -and it turned out to be important—we'd be terribly, rich, wouldn't we? And you wouldn't have to go to Mexico. You could stay here and work . for Dad." / "You mean—you'd want me to stay?" Stumbling' along,his feet feeling wooden, he could not look at her. His head was buzzing. Her light answer was like cold water thrown into his burning face. "Oh but of course! We have fun. I can talk sense to you and hot have to listen to a lot of awful nonsense about my hair and my eyes and all that dreamy stuff." "I see. So you want to go on-- talking n—talking sense?" "Of course you have no idea what a relief it is.» "All right," ..he said a little flat. "We'll talk sense, then." "And' we'll go straight of and see if . we can find a map. Gary—if it's true—I want you , to tell Dad," It was not easyl to find a map. They tried a half-dozen places, and Gary SAW the old, avid, half -suspi- cious look come into the eyes of the men from whom he inquired: Like the widened nostrils of a wolf on the sent, like the taut suspension of movement that stiffins a crowd when a voice cries "Fire!" "They're all alike," he told Ade- laide. "3 can walk into any hotel in this state and just say 'oil' to some- body hi a low tone—and every man in the place will watch me after that, and a lot of them would follow me." "P4 follow you, too. Oh, Gary I'm se exerted!" "Ever hear the story of the well rigger who got to heaven and the Place was so crowded he couldn't get in?" "No I'll bite. What did he do?" "Ile stuck his head in through the gate and yelled, 'They've struck oil in l�� tell And, in five seconds flat hail the crowd had run out, and the Well rigger.nievod into the best man- sion on the golden, street" "Maybe they'll have a map at oho book store,. Let's tr'y there." But the book store had no map, though the clerk looked at them with quickened interest. "Only man around here who might: have a map, like that is old Hughey Fothergill. He worked down yonder at Spindle - top when old man Lucas brought that big gusher in, thirty years ago —and he's been prowling around with a doodlebug ever since, looking for oil. If he has a map, you could maybe get a look at it, but I doubt' if he'd give it up." "I know old Hughey," Adelaide said dubiously when they were in the car again. He's sort of crazy. And horribly dirty. He lives down behind the waterworks in a house made out of an old freight ear." "All right we'll try Hughey." "What's a doodlebug?" "It's a kind of a contraption, made out of an old twig or something.: They walk around with it -and it's supposed to dip and tremble when there's oil under the surface." "Well does it?" "I've heard it doeaba:,poi' "I've heard stories from old-timers who elaim that oil was found that way. Probably it was luck." "This is his house --there, where the pig's asleep in the yard. You go in, Gary. you'll know how to talk to him. But - don't sit down. They say he's terribly buggy.'' The door of the sooty little shack stood open. Gary banged on it and shouted, "Hello—anybody home?" A heap of dirty bedclothes stirred and a whiskery face seemed to swim up above a chaotic tide of rags. A pair of very thin' legs swung down and two naked feet hit the floor. "Gib out," croaked' a voice. "If you're one of them reliefers, I don't . want nothing. I just want to be left alone." "I'm Ia u not,> an'>• in" vests a b tpr ars G , y said,"You're Mr. Fothergill? I'm Tallman --a petroleum engineer. They told Inc. uptown that you might have it geological map of this county." ARMED FORCES VISITING THE NATIONAL PARKS Men of the Armed Forces of Can- ada are finding healthful recreation in the national parks. In some of the parks particularly in Western Can at Ieast 10 per cent of the visitors so far this year have been in military uniform. Members of the R. C, A. F. and R. A. F. are in the majority, due no doubt, to the proximity of air training schools 'to several of these national playgrounds. So many men in military uniform have been visiting Biding Mountain National Park in Manitoba .that the Canadian Legion War Service Inc. have opened a hostel within the Wa- sagaming Townsite. The hostel is, fully modern and can accommodate about 50 men nightly. Withinone month of its opening on July 10 of this year there were approximately. 1000 registrations. The number does not include al! members of the Armes Ponces who visited the park during that period. Students at several air training eentres find the park a convenient and attractive recreation area, and go there in large numbers. As two of these stations are R. A. F. train- ing schools, British, Australians and New Zealanders make up; the large percentage of the visitors. To many of them the flat open prairie has little appeal, but the surroundings in Riding Mountain National Park se- mind them of their own beauty' spots at home and they want to return again and again. Prince Albert National Park is conveniently situated, for members of the Fighting Services stationed at Prince Albert, Saskatoon, and other military centres in Saskatchewan. Men in military uniform are in evi- dence around the Waskesiu Townsite, on t heif a comae, • g cse and along the sandy beaches of Waskesiu and other beautiful lakes for which the park is famous. Elk Island. National Park is also TO BE CONTINUED) close to a number of air training centres, including the depots at Edmonton and Penhold. It is estim- ated that at least 10 per cent of the visitors to this park during the sum- mer came from near -by military es- tablishments. Besides being a popular summer resort Elk Is. is a noted wild life sanctuary containing over 1000 buffalo as well as numerous elk, deer and moose. Many of the Armed forces visiting Jasper National Park, farther to the west, are seeing the Rocky Moun- tains for the first time. This is particularly true of those stationed at air training centres throughout the Prairie Provinces, many of them from the old country and other dom- inions. The boys are tremendously impressed with the vastness of the Jasper area, the majesty of its lofty, snow-capped mountain peaks, the beauty of its immense glaciers and. waterfalls. Among the most popular points of interest are Mount Edith Cavell and Angel Glacier, not far from the town of Jasper; Athabaska Fancy and, of .course, Jasper Town itself, headquarters of the park. The people of Jasper have extended a ready welcome:' to the visitors in uni- form, leading their cars generally so that the boys may see as much of the park' as possible during their short stay. .It is estimated that every day during June, July between 50 and 75 men from the Armed Forces visited Banff National Park, and at Ieast three times that number over the week ends. Of these about 75 per cent` were in uniform of the Air Force, Their chief enjoyment appeared to be swimming, boating, cycling, horse- back riding, and hiking. Many: of t hem were brought t to'Banff by Gal - gay citizens driving up for the week end, while others hired cars or came by train, bus or hitch -hiked. The - (Continued on Page 6)