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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1943-05-13, Page 2PAGE 2 71.1ae Ulinton News -Record with wLict- is Incorporated ,THE NEW ERA TERMS OP SUBSCRIPTION ;$1.50 per year in advance, to Can ;adian.addresses'; $2.00to the IJ.S. or .other foreign countries. No paper W. N. U. FEATURES .discontinued until all arrears are !!paid unless at the option of the pub- CHAPTER IIIPeck is one of the most intelligent Mistier: The date to which every sub - THE " CLINTON NEWS -RECORD Seasoned Timber by by Dorothy (,Tanfield ascription is paid is denoted on the j SYNOPSIS' people in ' town ? Probably always abel: was?,., ADVERTISING BATHS — 'Transient Timothy Hulme, principal of e good The girl's wide eyes gazed dream - advertising 12c per count line for but impoverished Vermont academy, i'ly through him at. the newly discov- first insertion.: 8e for each subse- lives a studious bachelor existence:ered Miss Peck. "It sort of takes my quenrt insertion. Heading. counts 2 rvifl. only his Aunt Laviria for cora- breath away," she saki in an under - .Sines. Small advertisements not to pany. T7.ey take their meats at Miss tone. A change came into her face. "1 xeeed one inch, such as "Wanted,"Peck's, where other Clifford faculty wish yon could figure out my sister Lost , "Strayed", eta; inserted once members gather: When Timothy is. Delia this way. It's help us both such for 35c, each subsequent insertion rude to talkative Mrs. Washburn his a'lot to know whether she really should 15c. Rates for display advertising go to' ceitege, or just to Normal made own on application, d }m 1' t' action is misinterpreted as kindness by Communications intended for pub- a ,new teacher, Susan Barney, who iScIie lovas abashed and answered in must, st, as a guarantee of good tells him how much she .admires him„ faith, be accompanied by the name for it. Now he feels -he must explain. confusion, I'm afraid there's very- of ery of the writer: little that's reliable to be .done about 'G. E. HALL - - Proprietor •. .figuring out young people. The point ,is, don't you see, that when every - That night, as the sat bt his study thing has happened to a person that's correcting English papers, his mind going to—an •older person like Mrs. informed hint -with more force than Washburn. ”' • NOTARY PUBLIC respect that this waiting for precise- I She got up from her child's grace- Fire Insurance Agent ly the right occasion was nonsense. He ful crouch on the low platform, walk- Representing 14 i'ire Insurance -set himself to think of a time at once, ed around the desk, sat downifi hes Companies tomorrow, to get this . small . matter , teacher's chair again, placed her clas- Division Court Office, Clinton over sem,. It would be easiest to make !ped on thedesk before her in an occasion in her classroom at the the teacher's pose. "You didn't under - primary school. The regular routine stand what L was trying to say that of his supervising took him there once • evening, Mr. Hulme," she said earn - in so often. He would arrive near the estly, "It wasn't just only 1"irs. Wash- -end of the afternoon session, and stay burn I was thinking. about ..." on after the children had gone... I He tried to help her out, "I know. Yet, when the next afternoon he I know. You did make me understand. stood beside the teacher's desk, his You had a moment of generous hap- mouth was unexpectedly dry as he piness when you thought there was said; "I feel a little tired,, Miss Bar- some real kindness in the world, more ney, after my round of visits. I be- than you'd . " lieve Pll just sit here for a moment i after you have dismissed the class," ' She 'cut him short, impatient with Alarmingly young she seemed to his misunderstanding "That's what the man who sat waiting for his I was afraid you thought. It was not voice to comeunder his control and generous. It wasn't even Mrs. Wash- H. C. MEIR who knew well how fatigue added burn I was thinking about, It was years to his own aspect. He had been my sister. Delia and me. I'd always Barrister -at -Law mad to consider laying in such callow though that nobody cares, not really, 'Solicitor of the Supreme Court of untried hands potential dynamite about anybody but his own folks So Ontario he had brought with him..- He was when° I saw you being nice to that Proctor in Admiralty. again not sure what was best to do, silly old woman, why, it seemed to me Notary Public and Commissioner what was safe to do. Ile waited. •all of a sudden that maybe we were - :Offices in Bank of Montreal Building n't so all by ourselves, Delia and I. Hours: 2.00 to 5.00 Tuesdays The silence and the softly, dusty But when I tried to tell you, I could- and Fridays. sunlight lay like an amber pool around n't seem to think of any way to say the feet of the man waiting to feel it' that wouldn't sound as if I was Surer of himself: The young teacher asking you to be sorry for us . , . " gave a small yawn, and looked apolo- She held her head high, her gray eyes getieally at the visitor to see if he had sternly bade him pity her at his peril noticed it. Absurd that this should "It doesn't sound like that. Not in give him the reassurance the needed, the least!" he assured her, his heart Without bringing the front legs of his pounding in the sympathy she had chair to the floor, his head still tipped not asked for, and stopped short, his !lade against the wall, he heard his eyes fixed on the knob of the door. It voice,- natural, unharried, unemphatic was slowly being turned. just as he would b ve had it, begin to The door opened revealing thejan explain to Susan Marney his real sea- itor ill faded overallsstooping to pick son for what had looked to -her like up a pail. He- had plodded several kindness to old Mrs. Washburn. steps into the room before he saw She sat up, she laid both hands that the superintendent. was still flat on her desk, she leaned forward there, in the visitor's chair, and the a little ;as if not to lose a single one teacher on the platform behind her of the astonishing words. desk. "Oh, I didn't know as anybody. She said nothing at first. When she I Was here, Professor Huline," he said, finally perceived that he had finished erring down the pail, I better do some other room first, mebbe?" she exclaimed, "I never heard any- Mr. Hulme stood up, reaching for thing so interesting in all my life!" He the hat he had left poised lir the geo- graphy the front legs of his graphy globe. "No, go ahead, Ebner," chair to the floor with a click, eating?" "Inter- be said easily. "Pm just about "Why, you could do that to any - batty," she said eagerly. And leaning forward asked, "Did you ever do it for anybody but Mrs. Washburn?" "Oh, Lord yes!" The dangerous con- fession came without his knowing it. She sprang up, stepped around the table, sat down nett"): his 'chair" -on `the H. T. RANCE Frank Fingland, B.AL, LL.B. 'Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. :Sloan Block .. - . — - ... Clinton, Ont, DR. G. S. ELLIOTT Veterinary Surgeon !Phone 203 — Clinton, Ont., D. IT..McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage iOffice: 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. Licensed in. Huron and Perth Counties: Prices reasonable;. antis - faction guaranteed. , Far information etc. write or phone Harold Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth, phone 14-661. 06-012 ERNEST W. HUNTER CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 57 Blear Str. W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL 1�'ire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. 'Officers: President A. W. McEwing, Blyth; 'Vice -President, W. R. Archi- bald, Seaforth; Manager and Sec. Treas., M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; .:.Chris, .Leonhardt, Dublin; k3. J. Trewartha, Clinton; Thee Moylan, Seaforth; • W. It. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex McEw- ing, Blyth; Prank McGregor, Clinton; ,Hugh Alexander, Walton. List of, Agents: qtfj • I J. Watt, Blyth; J .E. Pepper,, Bruce- field, R.R. No. 1; R .F. Mcliercher, Dublin, R.R. No. 1; J. F. Preuter, 33rodhaggen. Any money to be paid may be paid to the .Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of *Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin 'Cutt's 'Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur ranee or transact other business will the promptly attended to on applica- tion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- sces. Losses inspected by the director. .CANADIAN ATI ONAt;.RAILWAYS TIME TABLE 'Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Toronto and •Goderich Division Going East, depart . 6,48 •a.m. Going East, depart 3.06 Ii.m. o ake in, boarders. She had to' do on the piilows was surprised to see Going West, depart 11.50 a.m. something: It was the saving of her. the sun. framing his drawn shades Going West, depart 11.50 .m. She found, he could cook, and she's-with.a sparkling line of geld. He must cooked her "say back to life. For she's have. been asleep for hours. Ile stret- London and Clinton Div. alive now, all right. The wounds her cher!, rolled out of bed, vavnerl. let' Coming Nerth, arrive - 11.15 a.m through with what. I had to say to Miss Barney," To the.teacher he 'add- ed in all confidence, "I think I'm go- ing your way, Miss Barney. We could go along together and finish up this matter on the way." But she, bending her head over the papers on her desk, murmured edge of the low platform, doubling with- a sudden shyness, "Thank you, up flexibly like a child,,•and asked in Mr. Hulme, I have a little work to do a low, confidential tone, "Did you before 1 go." ever figure Miss Peck out that way?" "Good afternoon," he said stiffly, The answer to that particular ques- put his hat on, went through the door, tion involved nothing malieioes. And shut it behind him and walked down he remembered that Miss Peck, loom- . the corridor, his step echoing clis- ing large in the girl's life just now, rally in the empty.building. He wad probably was the blankest of enigmas ' furious. to her, "When I came' to Clifford I Be had just laid his hand on the twenty-two Years ago," he began in a front door knob when be heard the tone of leisurely narrative, "Miss click of a lifted latch at the other Peck was living with her father, Her end o fthe hall. Susan Barney's voice mother died when she was a little girl. called "Mr Helmet" You've' perhaps heard older Clifford He halted, said gruffly, "Yes?' people talk about Lawyer Peck." Turned around and took off his +rat She nodded, : as if grudging the gesture • "A good manya She carne close' to him, She was people here thought breathing rapidly, but she. said at he was clever because he was malls- once "Maybe there isn't any more ious. Weil, , clever or not,. Lawyer Peck kindness' in the world than I thought, had had a chance' to begin snaking But there's more" his daughter look ridiculous while she He felt it was the first time he had was. still a little girl with nobody to, ever seen her, • the` first time he had stand up for her. ever seen anyone: Turning away ra- She was handsome in a massive ther quickly she walked back to her sort of way. She looked like, well, classroom, shutting the door behind like a Roman empress, and she acted her. like a dumb little girl that's just been scolded—dropping things, doing every- Lying on his bed that night, Time thing wrong, twisting her fingers. othy Hulme knew very well what Honestly, 1 took her to be subnormal was happening to -=what was likely to mentally. happen to him. The clock in the tow Well, old Lawyer Peck did ;the one Ler of St. Andrew's sounded. but an in- kind thing of his life„I-Ie died before different two not' caring what sleep - he had quite' wrung : his daughter's less eats might hear it. But sleep was nee];, and ho ]eft her no money not almost within reach now. He' began a penny. Only the house. She began to feel dlowsy. And turning his head t -t v father gave her have healed oven, bots his shades, snap np to , the top, and Going South, leave ....,.., 8.10 p.m. of soars left, of course. What every- looked out. ' body calls her queen ways. are the i What splendor, what sumptuous scars.” Venetian anaginificance our VermontIle He was silent - ! Octobers are," cried Timothy Hulme, MV1Inenuring low as if not to break I ;''and' what a pity. we don't live more the. thread, the girl said, "I feel as intimately with the autumn while its if I'd never seen Miss Peck Wore,".lasts." Why bed he never thought to and waited for him to go on take advantage of the absurdly low ' His only comment was "Do you cost of real estate up here and buy a i,now, I've come to think that Miss ;piece of land of his own-- perhaps. rYou ROH Them BetterWiihl' build a shack on it, up in one of the Hollows of Hemlock Mountain? Or if not that„ one of the little abandoned farms on a back road, that sold for nothing. It would be a retreat, a week end hermitage ' Exhilarated. Timothy Hulme raced down the stairs, three steps at a tiine found the coffee not too bad and told Aunt Lavinia about his plan. "Susan` Barney's sister's here ler the week end," remarked' Aunt La- vinla, "1'v9 ashen them both for tea today at four," "Very well then," lie agreed, get- ting up from the table. To do decent honor to Aunt Lavin- ia's guests, he came back to the house after his last ,afternoon recitation, washed his face and hands and chang- ed his clothes. It was a becoming out- fit, and he was not 'surprised by the admiration, respectful almost intimi- dated, in the eyes of the twe country girls when he joined them before the hearth fire. Susan had a hat on, not a good hat. It hid most of her spun -silk hair, and coming' down too far on her head, covered the broad arch of her brow. She looked almost plain. That must have been a dream last night. The much -talked -of sister Delia was a chubby, black -haired dowdy adoles- cent. Susan and Aunt Lavinia soon went into the kitchen to get the tea things Left with the sister, the Principal prepared to get out the series of key questions he used for diagnosing ado- lescents. Ile had little to do with the con- versation after the tea came in. Ex- tinguished under the graceless hat, Susan was passing him the plate of toasted crackers. Re took one and gave her his perfunctory company smile of thanks, delighted to see that she was plain. Susan incautiously started Aunt Lavinia by remarking "I wonder if I didn't see your nephew here once, Mr. Huline. When I was a student at the Academy. One Sunday afternoon when you were reading aloud, there was a young man here who looked a little like you. He called you Uncle Tim, I think." "Very likely. When he was at col- Iege Canby often used to come up for the week ends. But he is not," said Timothy Huhne with unnecessary firmness; "in the least related to me. He is my sister-in-law's nephew. ' I think you must be mistaken about his looking like me" He liked Canby Hunter well enough perhaps more than other' of the innumerable boys he had helped educate, he like his ug- ly face with its undershot jaw and its hit-or-miss assortment of inharm- onious features inherited from' God knew what conflicting strains of or- dinary people. Canby was ,all right. But to' 'say tat' he looked like a Huhn, ... ! (TO BE CONTINUED) V For Your Son and Mine One of these nights soon, when darkness cloaks the enemy shores, your son and mine will be peering in- to the gloom, waiting nervously` for the whispered signal to attack, Our sailors will be there, manning the invasion fleet, ready for the screeehing, diving enemy bombers. Our fighter pilots will be dressed for bpttle, ready for the grimmest test of air strength the, war has yet devel- oped. Our boys who, not so long ago, sang in Sunday school; poked • nickels into juke boxes, sat on the store steps on Saturday nights, fixed the broken board in the cottage dock, and walked arm in arm with the girl from a movie are face to face now with death. While their hearts and minds and bodies are steeled to the job of wiping out the cruel foe, does anyone believe for a moment that in that hour of waiting they will not bethinking about the scenes of yesterday? Fully aware of the danger they face, that this great adventure may bring, them to the end of the roadand a soldier's grave, their thoughts will in- evitably turn back for a moment' or two- to you and to Inc. They will have brief misgivings, little fears tugging at their heart -strings, a sudden men- tal question runic as' they wonder what we are doing in Canada at that moment and whether we. are think- ing about them. 01 that we could suddenly appear hoside . them at that moment, , grip their hands and. say: "Good luck, my boy!" If there were only some way, we say, to make them feel that we :arc standing behind them in spirit at least! And yet we have just such an op- portunity now. Let's not overlook this certainty that if each of us buys all the Victory Bonds he can during the next three weeks,'if we push up above that billion and one objective, the news of it will be a heartening message to your boy and mine, They will know our hearts are in the right place,'thai the money we put up assures then' all the reserves they are going to need. Let's make the Fourth Victory Loan a rousing cheer for our boys overseas, a message of encouragement to them at the hour of. attack. V--. Another reason why it is .vise to save gasoline and buy Victory Bonds -a 1,000 -bomber raid over Germany nasalises 3.500 tons of high octans. "Back the Attack" "When the day of conflict comes our men must ,have all of die things that money provides—arms, muni- tions, armour,' clothing, food, planes, ships,;mortars, cannon, rifles, tanks —everything, even ton the point of superabundance. There must be no lack!" So declared George W. Spin- hey; ehairn.an' of the National War Finance Committee, speaking in the Maritimes on the eve of the Fourth Victory Loan. "It will be a hit late after the casualty lists are printed to say '1 wish il"d' bought bonds in that last 'Victory Loan." "I am sure that Canadians will feel - they cannot, dare not, must not fail the fighting forces," said Mr. Spinney in referring to the $1,100,- 000,000 minimum objective. "There must be no sign of any weakening on our great financial front at home. Any such weakening might seriously prejudice our ability to give our fight ing men the backing --on which- they depend—and certainly would '.cripplry our power togive them a decent country to live in when tfiey come home. "The testing time draws steadily nearer. Let me quote to you the Sol- emn words of the prime minister ut- tered in his New Year's Eve mes- sage at the threshold of 1943. 'For Canada the coming year will see all of our armed forces in action. We must be prepared for heavy loss- es. Tremendous expenditure of, hu- man life is the almost inevitable price of gictorys Only by doing .all we. can will weavoid needless sac- rifice.' "The hour must soon strike. Just when, we cannot know, But I suggest. to every Canadian, whatever his sta- tion, that when that day of conflict comes, our men must have all of the things that money provides. . "The slogan of this loan is Back the Attack! And every Canadian who cannot be there to fight will want the comfort of knowing that at Ieast his dollars are in the battle, backing the attack, playing a great and worthy part. "It will be a bit late after the casu- alty lists are printed to say 'I wish I'd bought bonds in that last Vic- tory Loan.' "If and when the' millions of Can- adians Here at home take these facts into their hearts, delve to the limit into their bank accounts and ,pledge to the limit from their daily- earnings —then, I repeat, it is indeed unthink- able that we should fail!" Mr. Spinney stressed that the pur- chase of Victory Bonds and other forms of War Savings sends dollars on active service to strike a mighty blow in the defence of everything- we hold dear. When there is spending be- yond the limits of the demands of decent living and maintenance of working efficiency, dollars niay be- come "Quisling money," doing Hit- ler's worts just as effectively as if paid to enemy agents. "These are hard words," admitted Mr. Spinney, "but not until we all re- alize fully their fundamental truth can we properly approach this tre- mendous task. With heart-warming, patriotic zeal, Canadians have put themselves and their money behind each of our earlier Victory Loans, and have carried, them forward to success after success. It is unthink- able that they will slacken on the home fiont new. "Here then are our marching ord- ers on the home front in Canada in April, 1948. To work as we have never worked before and tosave as we havenever saved before. Can we measure up to the task? The an- swer is not in cold statistical calcu- lations of national income and, the like, but in our minds, our hearts, and our wills. "What we are going to need is an extra effort—the kind of effort that can drily come from a burning sense of responsibility on the part of each of us --e conviction that `This is my war and I must help to win it.' "To' de this job properly, wemust all get a new sense of values. Here on the home front in Canada we may have met with the inconveniences of war but we have as yet been spar- ed its hardships and horrors. We go, about our affairs in safety, Our an- cient rights are still secure within the bulwark of British law. Our homes and out shrines have not been devastat- ed. Our children go happily to school return at night. to sleep peacefully in their beds. They do not shudder when the sound of an airplane is heard overhead. Yet, all the while we here at home, ore living on others' sacrifice. "Let us search our budgets- -and search our hearts. In the white light of courage and sacrifice that rad; fates from a Dieppe or a Stalingrad, our duty stands out crystal clear." V HIS HANDICAP "Those new people across theroad seemvery devoted," said Mrs. Jones to the newspaper which hid her hus- band. A rustle of the sheet was all the reply she got, but she was used to that. "Every time he gees out he kisses her, and goes on throwing kisses all down the road. Edward, why don't. -on do that?' ' "Me?" snorted the man behind the• news. "I don't know her?" THURS., MAY, 13, 1913 When a bird's eye view of your home shows that it needs paint or repair for its preservation, it is time tosee your neighbourhood C -I -L Paint dealer. Replace- ments are hard to get. - Your C -I -i, Paint dealer will gladly tell you the best and easiest ways to fix up your home. He is an expert on home repair in general, and when repairs need paint for protection, remember that he sells top quality C -I -L paints and finishes' for every Household purpose. N3-5 PROTECT`YOUR. HOME; WITH "C::1=L PAINTS SUTTER'8(`Z PERDUE TIIE EMPTY ROOM There's an empty xoom at the top of the stair, . It was once a little boy's' den; But far horizons divide us to -day, He's a Captain out there with his men. And, though the ocean divides us, and we Have nothing but memories to keep, It is here where we kneel, and quiet- ly pray.. In this room where our boy used to sleep. It's walls are covered with pictures of men, Great hockey stars of their _ day, There are •pennants, and trophies wherever you look And knick-knacks that he laid away. And though. far horizons, and, oceans divide, His voice seems to whisper again You must keep faith, and back the attack I'm a Captain out here with my men. Wm. Ii. Buckingham. 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'1'H19 NOETO AFRICAN COAST British and Allied bombers kept up a Continuous offensive against Axis supply convoys attempting to bring reinforcements for Rommel's mauled and retreating army in Libya. This 1 artist's impression shows an attack by "Blenheims" of the R.A.F. on an enemy convoy in the Mediterranean, with disastrous results to the enemy.