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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1938-12-22, Page 2, PAGE 2 THE CLINTON. NEWS -RECORD , • ye - 4.,,-,,X-, /14,i• 3: •9 . k.::rrV: : ', ' ' ' - i.,' T r " . • to .‘• -tr •if ezeinettV,ine,Wligagmlig,:enewenneameneenetra BY KAYE FOX 'The morning passed quickly, for cupboards an the upper deck far her knew a steward who had a good Word 'there were the flowers to be done junk. for him." in the saloon as seen as they had Soon came the time to clash away PASSENGERS ARRIVE finished breakfast, trays and china and to change into afternoon uniform to be obtained from the store -keeper, dark blue dresses and snowy aprons and dusters and glass -cloths from the and caps and cuffs. It was •by no linen -keeper. These things had to be means easy for the three of them to stowed a -way somehow in their own dress in that tiny cabin at the same cabin, but Christine hoped that she time, and Christine, wilth never a -would be able to get permission from chance to glance into the mirror, sped the deck steward to use one of the up the companion te her station, with the uneasy feeling that an elusive little curl was bobbing out front und- to see to the baggage, er her starched cap. Thank goodness In a few minutes the rush began. Perrin would be in •his office and Passengers, most of them accornpan- would not see her. ied by groups of friends, came up Passengers were not coming aboard the main companion talking and yet, and she had nothing to do but laughing, and wandered down the al - stand in the alley -way and wait until icy -way in search of their state - they did come. There was no one rooms; stewards hurried along with there when she arrived, but after a trunks and p,arcels, ' and every now few moments a young steward, with an then, a small bell boy pushed his red hair which would have been un- way through the throng almost hid- ruly if it had not been so violently den be'hind his burden of bunches of brushed, came leaping up the coin- I flowers and baskets of fruit. eanion three stens at a time. He Grant, carrying a huge eabin-trunk, came up th her, buttoning the highand followed by an agitated old lady collar of his white jacket. , I who kept warning him not to drop "Hallo, Mise Jordan," he said it, gave Christine a swift wink as he cheerfully. "I'm Grant—BR. on tin:lei:weed, but no one else took any port side. You're going th be pretty ;notice of her as she stood waiting busy this trip, and you can count on in her appointed place, and she step - me to back you up. You've come from Ped back into a bathroom doorway to the Brent, haven't you? I've heard be out of the way. about you from a friend of mine,' Opposite her was the state -room Tony Fellows." assigned, as she knew, to Mrs. "He was one of my bedroom stew- Smythe and Mrs. Collin,s both for ands," Christine said, with. a smile, Shanghai. She watched for them knowing at once that she was going with some interest, since they would Go like Grant. be her passengers, wondering whether "You'll find it a bit of • a change they were friends or strangers to one after the Brent," he told her. "I tried another: strangers so ofter bitterly to wangle a transfer myself, to be resented having to share a room, and with old Tony—and away from Per- friends were so often at daggers rin—but it couldn't be done." He add- drawn after a long voyage at very ed swiftly, "I didn't say that about close qtarters, Perrin to try to draw you ,Miss Jor- When they came at last, she saw dan." -that they were both women in the "As if I should think such a thing," early thirties, over -dressed and hard.. she said.' eyed' of the type with which she had i "You'd better think such things-- grown familiar enough during her time at sea. She sighed to herself, not with me, but with other people," forseeing a state -room which -would he advised her, suddenly looking always be cluttered up with, odds and grave. "Believe me, Xise Jordan, .3, enua dressing table always sticky you'll find lots of 'em simply aching and messed with make-up and a very to know your opinion of Perrin—and small tip at the end of the voyage. if you say a word, they'll be off to him with it." , They were alone, and it was clear ' that they were friends, for they were "It certainly is going to be a talking eagerly together as they came ihenge after the Brent," she signed. along the alley -way. One of them "Well, you can say what you likii went at once int the state -room, D. H. McINNES 1 o me, for I'm not one of Perrin's )ets," he said, grinning at her in a still wkIng but the other lingered at the door, CHIROPRACTOR tiendly fashion. "He can't find much to her friend, but evi- Electro Therapist, Massage dently watching for someone. Office: Huron Street. (Few Doors ithe matter with my week, but if I'- d "Hallo, Martin," she called out west of Royal Bank) gat a chant° of that transfer, he , suddenly, "so we haven't left you Hours—Wed. and Sat, and by wouldn't have done anything to keep behind appointment., ine--you must have run it pretty me here." e• FOOT CORRECTION • .e -el manipulation Sun -Ray Treatineet Another steward, an older man , A ten ina, n With a handsome, dis- Phene 207 .ban Grant, with sleek dark hair and sipated face, who was crossing the sly eyes, came swinging round the end of the alley -way, turned and corner from the cross alley -way, 3 strolled towards her. Ile had run 'outdo of towels over hie arm. He it pretty fine, for already they could lanced curiously at Grant and Chris- her the shrill voice of a bell -boy, can- tina as he pushed open the door of the; g "All visitors ashore, please—all me of the bathrooms and put the 'visitors aelmreen towels on the rack. l 1 "So this is where they've put you, "Good afternoon, Miss Jordan," he is it, Delia?" he said. "H I had aid, coming out again. "All ready m . . issed the boat it would hane been *nee ,,,,, ...,..._„„,..,,, ror ,--- L-5---6-- • your fault, For I couldn't decide be- TIIE McKILLOP MUTUAL 1 "You're going to have a rotten time tween orchids and roses—so I ended his trip, Edwards," Grant laughed. up getting both. He said curtly to 'I've got Royde in the cabin de luxe, Grant, who was passing: "Steward, encl that means late night and late feteh me the florists' box which came mornings for a good many of them, on board with my things—the cabin as you know." de luxe.' "Royde? Is that blighter; back again , is must be the notorious Royde, ?" • Th Christine realised, but he followed the "His name's on the passenger list woman called Doria into her state- -whether he'll manage to catch the room, and Christine saw no more of W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Chris. 1 boat train—. I thorn. Since no one seemed to want Leonhardt, Dublin; Alex. MeEwing. 1 "Well, there's one fellow 'who'll be her just then, she went down to her singing Songs of joy when he hears own cabin, meeting Grant laden with that news—George, in the bar. an enormous box. Royde's chits for drinks mounted up "A, spot of work for yen," Greet to es much as thirty quid a week grinned. "You'll. have a lovely job last time he was on board." sweeping rose leaves off the carpet." "Did you ever have Royde on the "It's your job to sweep the carpet," Brent Tor, Miss Jordan?" Grant she reminded him. inked, turning to Christine. , "But you have a tidy mind, Miss "Never in my time," she said. Jordan—I see it in your eye. These 'Ile comes back from Shanghai roses will be trickling all over the about every two years," Grant ex- carpet at all hams, and you'll feel plainecl, "so he's pretty well known bound to tidy up every time you go on the line. He must be rolling in into the room—there's only one good money—alWays has the cabin de luxe thing about flowers in the rooms, we and gives peeties almost every night, only have to cope with them for the and generally makes things htim". first few days." "gator will be wild became you've There'll be plenty to cope with in got him, Grant," Edwards said. "He's number eighteen, all through the voy- got soilie official or other in the age," she sighed. "Lip -stick on the starboard cabin de luxe—and Royde pillow cases, drifts of powder all over is always good for a tenner at the the dressing table--," end of the voyage, beside a lot of "Setting lotion spilling Into , the stray drinks and boxes of fags on eye -black when the ship begins to he way." "And his bedroom steward earns "One slipper Under the pillow on every penny of it," Grant declared./ the top, bunk and the other under the "Royde may be popular among the clocic, smears of cold cream on the passengers --though the decent ones mirror--" Going South ar. 2.50, leave 3.08 p.m. aren't too keen on hint—but 1 never1 "Never mind," he said sympathet- Irhe Clinton, News -Record with which is incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION V1.50 per year in advance, to 'Can- adian addresses; $2.00to the U.S. or other foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the option of‘the. pub- lisher. 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'A third steward, a small man with a sallow face and a peevish expres- sion, came to the end of the alley- way and shouted; "Passengers coin - Mg on board now, Grant." "All right, Caton we're all set," Grant shouted back, and he and Ed- wards left Christine, and hurried off A. E. COOK • . • Piano and Voice 'Studio—E. C. Nickle, Phone 23w. 08-tf. THURS., DEC. 22, 1938 Molly. "You've got a dear old lady in riuraper ton, mid a mother with two siffeet little children in four." Christn6 laughed and ran down to her oWo cabin, where Mrs. Parr and Miss Crane were drinking strong black tea. Mrs. Parr poured out a cup for Christine, but went Oh telling Miss Crane a story about a passenger. Before long, it was tiine for Chris- tine to go the round of her state- rooms, to introduce herself to her own passengers, and to find out what they wanted in the early mornings -- tea, fruit, or plain hot water. People did not want to he bothered with these questions as soon as they came on board, but in the quiet interval before dinner, when they had done some of their unpacking but were still' in their state -rooms, Christine was likely to be welcome. She had half hoped that she Would have time to slip down and try to see Fay before dinner, but the pas- sengers in number four kept her for a good ten minutes, making arrange- ments for her young baby to have a special patent food made five times a day, and for Christine to look after the baby and his four-year-old broth- er during meal times. Number eighteen was the last door at which she knocked. Someone call- ed, "Come in," and she went in to exactly the scene which she had ex- pected clothes flung all over the place, the settee' Piled with half -un- packed boxes, and the wardrobe al- ready so full that the door swung open. ^ GEORGE ELLIOTT ',Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron Correspondence promptly answered 'Critmediate arrangements ean be made for Sales Date at The News-Recere Minton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Mederate and Satisfaction Guaranteed. Fire Insurance • Company Head Office, Seafortb, Ont. Officers: ,President, Thomas Moylan, Sea - forth; Vice ?resident, 'William Knox, .Londesnoro; , Secretary -Treasurer, .M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors, 'Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; James Sholdice, Walton; James Connolly, Goderich; The woman 'whom .Martin Royde had called •Doria was sitting on a stool in the midst Of the confusion, Mot pohshing her naiss, and she Woe - ed up as Christine came dn. "You've come about teas and so one I suppose," she said to Christine, in the slightly insolent tone which a few passengers used to those who served them. "Well, I can tell you this, stewardess—it's no good your trying to get us out of our room early, for it can't be done. Put me down for tea at 8 &dock. That goes for you, too, I suppose, Iris?" "And your baths?" Chrietine asked quietly. "You can tell the bath stewaed eight thirty, but he'll be lucky if he sees either of us before nine. We don't mind missing breakfast—unless we can have it in bed?" "You will have to apply to the Chief Steward in you want breakfast in bed regularly," Christine told her, confident that Perrin would never listen to such a request. Of course passengers could. have meals in bed if they were ill, but not just because they were too lazy to get up. Cluistine slipped out of the room again, having noticed the initials IRS. on one d the trunks—so Doris. was Mrs. Smythe, and Iris AVL1S Mrs. Col- lins. She. knew that she VMS going to have a good deal of trouble with those two, and :the was thankful that they were Grant's section, •for Grant would remain good-tempored even if, the room had to be done in a tearing hurry just before inspection at eleven. , As she carried out the routine tasks Which. were so familiar to her, Christine was trying to plan how she coald possibly get to Fay's room un- seen. Until now, when for the first time she wanted to do something which must be kept secret, she had not reallied how seldom the alley- ways were entirely deserted, and how difficult it was to. avid prying eyes. Blyth; Frank McGregor, Clinton. List of Agents: E. A. Yeo, R.R. 1, Goderich, Phone 6031'31, Clinton; 'James Watt, Blyth; john E. Pepper, 13rucefield, R. R. No. 1; In P. Metter - cher, Dublin, R. R. No. 1; Chas. F. Hewitt, Kincaedine; R. G. jaannuth, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1. Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of 'Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin Cat's Grocery, Goderieb. Parties clearing to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- tho to any ,of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective poet offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart; .. . ... 6.58 min. Going East, depart 8.00 pan. Going 'West, depart 11.45 p.m. Going West, depart 10.00 pan. London, Huron & Bruce raoing North, ar. 11.25 lye. 11.47 p.m. '',1Peard'aViNVO1W.Weineeededendtene,ANNYWOnneennnednenannenernientrn,", THE GREATEST OF DAYS YOUR WORLD,..AND MINE Christmas is heronce • do; its 4 raore with abundance of good -will and its (CoPYright) spirit of human brotherhood and by JOHN C. KIRKWOOD } kindliness. It has long since ceased to be simbecome-ply a. Day and has 0WWWWW00004,..........,Peoe,ANuiewerWieireerWrWrWie,i1 aa Season,Seasoit° wirtho.rautthelrosiintg hiutss sbiegcnoinf ie. book Whose title is "The Stump a tiny sack of candy and peanuts canoe as a Day, The Day is the I wonder if my readers know the thtreat aroun e d and everybody got Farm", described as q1a chronicle of and one orange, _Tkere were even climax of the Christmas period which -_ , precedes it—a period (annually long. , er, pioneering." Its contents are the let-' three" sacks of candy over." it seems) during which people (The Roses had moved to Canada t of sttnas come -and- -to northern Alberta). *f gift-giTing'. . . itself that she offered them for publication was about the blackest hoer of my us e spin over many March 3rd, 1027—"Your Christmas . ly the letters were made into a book. this is not a fur year. To cap the ubsecinent_ me on February 20th. Is weeks. It it couls retroactive, as it were, I d only be projected into and throughout the New Year, woman who thought so highly of them letter ca to The Atlantic Monthly. life. I had no luck getting u The writer of the' letters had been climax of bad luels I had to fafilreiales w a school teacher, she lost her health sThrainea my hip where it joins the For the pay represents all that is hat a elianged world. this would be, and went West. Then she met the backbone. is, After three and a half best in human senthnent. man whom she married. Of him she weeks on my back I am sitting up.1 .In an age when the family circle said, "I worship the very ground he Your letter was a ray et sunshine as someone has said, usually little walks on, and whle we have to work breaking through the clouds. Boy ore than a serand goings in this moderies of arcs, beca•ute hard, we're happy to have each other. has had acute bronchitis and lies it is so broken by the daily comings one when we get the stomps out. foolish and run -out when they n. We are far from markets, and haven't warm to cOol off. Daddy has had are ily gatherings. The Tree is a symbol go 1VOrld, Christmas is the one fest- We live 011 a ranch—or what will be beside me in bed. ival that seems to lend itself to lam - Kids are always eat. I've never been. very strong, (The lest letter in the book is dat- anything to sell, but have plenty to his hands fee. . ithe family circle revolves. The Tree of family unity, a centre about which and get quite a lot done in a day."' more references to Christmas. Yet no is at its best when the candles upon weigh 86 pounds, but am real active ed October 1927, islo there are I quote from a letter written in the it have, so to speak, shed their light autumn of 1927 as follows:) far beyond the borders of the home, I propose quoting from these let- cember—those referring to the Christ- "It's cold here -78 degrees below and have lighted other homes i n ters—especially those vaitten in De- mos season, for I Want this contribu- which, but for the generosity of those who have, there vvould be no gifts ters ol a little woman who married a farmer 28 years older than herself. The letters were not intended fer publication. They were, written to it think of the needs of others and plan to meet them on this final festival tion to The News -Record oti the eve scan olaoc i"aiwhile, and 6.0 is gen- for those who have not. The Y of Christmas to be in tune with the first' time last week — 38 miles or Christmas spirit. more—my first trip from home since or, I settled here. I can keep Daddy , "Pin afraid," wrote Mrs. Rose, December 27th, 1922. "I wanted alive many years in thjs climate, for , to keep up with the world outside there's no rheumatism and no chance •— get ', wanted still still to have ambitions, and I for him to very core of Christmas happinees. is unselfilisness. If there were nothing but gift -trading to this greates$ of days it would cease to be greatest. Unselfishness is its mainspring, and is, the mainspxing of Christianity as wet they are 22. I wonder how many well. festival; that it has been appropriat- ing is hard when you're not stout. dream of better things; but the never ending struggle for existence and the It may be said, however, that "I counted the years that are left lonesomeness are telling on me and 1 *Christmas is no longer- a Christian if I live to be 70, and find that hopes will come true in these proo. ed by people of all religions and none, ious years. Daddy reached the and that its spirit is shared and Promised Land. That dream camelpwiaayctised by those who do not in any true. How happy and contented he by the occasion - with the Child of Bethlehem. It is true that is. It's no wonder. Every seed he puts in ,the ground grows. It esay lit` other blessingof Christianity are is s° shared. it is true -that many be a long time before you get this .% letter. May I send a Christmas so shared. But the feet remains that : the unselfishness 'which Christma letter to your readerss 1. exemplifies is the very heart of the If you leave the concrete highways, 'teachings of Christianity's Founder. And go in lanes and byways, ,If that teaching really governed the You'll fied many Hilda Roses !minds of men to -day, all the heart - Digging spuds and picking posies. ;beeaks of international conflictwould Daddy is hanpy and we are all be past, and the sound of Christmas well. Daddy pined for Canada, „and bells would. not be drowned in the has never lived in a city. sound of bursting shells and the This is cries of dying men.— Toronto Star going to be a great country for set - grow here. Even the potato peelingst loves toiWeekly. tiers someday. Everything Be such a man, and live such a I threw out on the ground grew and made petatoes." life, that if every man were such as Iyou, and every life a life like yours, will be 59 or 60 now, and Boy will cs. be 20 or so. Daddy presumably has passed to another Promised Land. feel so old, so drab, a.nd so hopeless. I quit writing, and yours was the only Christmas card I have received. Daddy is more and more feeble, so I have. more to do now than before. Gating wood and the water is hardest. Daddy talks every day of his birth- place in Canada. He wants to die on Canadian soil among the Indians. It doesn't matter to me evhere I go or when I die, rife told him I'll go to the end of the world with him when- ever he wants to pull out. I took Boy (aged 4) and went to the Christmas tree at the little school house up here in the woods. Boy spoke "Little Jack Horner" for them. The first thing he did was to bow his head almost to the floor, and then throw back his head and laugh glee- fully. Than his voice rang out loud with the four lines of the rhyme, and the lumberjacks dearly raised the roof with their noise. It was Boy's first appearance, and he won all hearts, he WaS so dear." December 31, 1923—"Boy is ahnost done whooping, and two more weeks will see him well. Daddy is better, too. I dressed it in -my best dress, and wrapped up warm, and sat down on the fence tonight for an hour in the moonlight, hoping that someone would go by that wad" going to the Christmas entertainment at the school house. The teacher was goineto have a tree. I didn't dare go alone as I am afraid at night. Nobody came, so 2 went in, and Daddy sang some old Scotch songs, and Boy and I were happy again." December 23rd, 1924.-9 am going down on the prairie tomorrow to get the mail and mail some letters. Boy is trimming a tree for inc. He is (To be Continued) busy cutting paper, and I have sent for a box of tiny candles that should be in the mail.I have a ball, a tin Hotel Changes Hands horn and Sofia peanuts for his stock - Mr. and Mrs. Fred T. Simpkins, of nig" so ,he'll have lots of fun on Christmas morning. Dear ord Daddy Sarnia, have purchased from Mr. and is star -gazing again. ; He watches the Mrs. A. C. Hoover the interior fur - stave and wonders about them, and nishings of the Central Hotel, at wherefore they are," Exeter •and the lease on the buildings. Deeember 26th, 1924—"It has turn - They will take possession the 15th ed so cold, and it is snowing from the of this month. Mrs. Simpkins is a north, How I hate winter! I have daughter of Mr. end Mrs. Bruce Bos - just pulled some fence rails into the senbennr, of Geand Bend, formerly kitchen, and when I get rested I'll of Forest, and is no stranger to the SaW them up for wood. I don't keep hotel business. Mr. an.d Mrs, Harper a fire at night, as I can't saw wpm') fast enough, tat we are very comfor- table, even when it's 20 degrees below In the house, and a drop of water freezes instantly." took over the hotej in June of last year from Mr. J. J. Cox and since that time the business was largely under the management of Mrs. Hara- en Mrs, Harper having made many December 27th, 1925—"The school teacher moved into. that little cabin north of us Christmas week. Just at the last moment I had to study up and take part in the Christmas enter- tainment at the schoolhouse. I was in two little plays, and was a mai, in one and an old woman in the other, Somehow or other it got ieto the pap - Mrs. It. J. Paterson, tif Hassell, ers :wound here that we were giving received the sad news that her bro- an entertainment and a Christmas then, Sam Hortoe, of Edmonton, tree at our schoolhoese, and many Alta, had died very suddenly at hie strangers came; so in spite of our home from is heart condition. He diminished Population the little room was in his 45th. year. The deceas- was crowded, and all in all there must ed man was born near Hensall, spend- have been 200 people there. The pro- ing his early life there, going from gnainine went off fine. They said here to the West when a young man, I made a swell man. I dyed :some engaging in barbering, and at the cotton brown and made whiskers and of his death had a successful barber- a moustache, and wore a cap .pulled ing business. He had not been home over my ears, and an overcoat to for some 26 years. The late Mrmake me look big, •And I got angry Horton, was is son of Mrs. Agnes in the play and threw things round. Hortot, of Hensall, and the late N. It was great fun. Horton. He kaves a wife and five In the play we were back -East children. ! ' farmers travelling on a train for the first time. It was really funny, and the audience let us, know, whooping 'United States about defending or and whistling and stamping to beat protecting all of No'rth America the band. The kids spoke their pieces makes mollycoddles of Canadians, we fine, and the little school sang many would be better without said protec- Christmas songs with the teacher at tion. the organ. Then Santa Claus pasted friends there. She iotends returning with her two daughters, Maria and Joyce, 'to London, where Mr. Harper is engaged as a carpenter.—Exeter Advocate. Dies in Edmonton If the talks of the president of the Mrs. Rose, if she is still living, this earth would be God's paradise.— 'Thai) roo' The rule is that it's a hat if it is sitting on top of a woman's head. Otherwise it may be a bird's nest, a vegetable platter or a coal scuttle. eSNAPS11-101- GU1L PICTURES AT CHRISTMAS '4aktMAAVi Not a call to arms, but a call for the camera. Every Christmas brings picture chances such es this—plan your pictures now! CAMERA hobbyists can give a new twist to the admonition, "Do your Christmas sb.opping early!" Their wateliword should be, "Plan your Christmas pictures early!" Of course, you probably won't re- ceive that fine new camera until ChristMas morning. (You're sup - nosed to look sm•prised when you unwrap it.) But, for Christmas pic- tures before that time, the old cam- era will doubtless give good service. And what is lot of euch pre -Christ- mas pictures there are to take, if the holiday story Is to be fully told! For example, there ought to be a good shot of you getting the Christ- mas tree. Maybe you buy the tree from a vendor. Or, maybe you go out Into the country and cut your own. Either way, it's a picture. - Then there's the decorating of the tree to be pictured. And a shot of the children admiring it. And pic- tures of gifts being wrapped for friends. And Members of the family placing. packages. And pictures of the,children peering out of the win- dow, looking for Santa Claus. And, of course, the youngsters hanging up their stockings, and reluctantly going up to bed—e good stairway shot, with the children in their , nighties. These are pictures thee introduce the Christmas story properly.Placed in the album in proper sequence, they have tremendons• story value.. They give you much moth to re- member—and half the fun of Christ- mas is in getting ready tor it, ' Christmas morning, of course; you can Picture the opening of the gifts; the ehildren enjoying new toys, and other members of the family trying on new gift scarves or jackets—all worth while. Then there are pic- tures at Christmas dinner, and in the afternoon, outdoor shots show- ing the new sled or bicycle on its Best trial run. Since many shots will be indoors, you'll need high speed film, a couple of amateur "flood" bulbs, and an inexpensive set of cardboard "lamp- shade -type" reflectors to uSe with them, Better have a few ilash bulbs, too, for the occasional shot that requires them. And by all means make a list of "must" pictures— snapshots you are just bound to get. Telling the Christmas story is easier if Inc have such an outline to work from, 216 John van Guilder