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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-02-27, Page 3THURS., FEB. 27, 1936 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD PAGE 3; WHAT CLINTON WAS DOING IN THE GAY NINTIES 11 40 YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED DURING TRR LASTDE,� .1.. CADE OF THE OLD CENTURY? From The News -Record, Feb. 26th, 1896: The funeral of the late William Muir, who died very suddenly at his home, was held on Wednesday. The. pallbearers Were his fellow -workers, Messrs. Pratt, Levan, Horsley, Rat - tray, Biggart and Baird, • The death took place of Mr. Tho- mas Stanbury, for over thirty years a highly respected resident of Clin- ton, for the psat few years living in Detroit. A telephone is being placed in the Waverley House.; • Mr. John .Scruton won the fat man's skating race last Wednesday evening. The other evening a young lady while walking along the west side of Albert street near R. Coats' store,'re- eeived a cold chill, The cause was the descent of a large heap of soft snow from the, roof. While the result was amusing and harmless it might eas- ily have been a more serious matter. From The New Era, Feb,, 28th, 1896; The wife of Mr. John Wiseman, who has been very ill for several days with pneumonia, is now better. Mr: John Dinsley of Wingham was here on Tuesday attending•the funer- al of his brother -in -late, the late T. Dinsley, Mrs. Stanbury, Mrs. R. Coats and Harry Stanbury all of De- troit were also here. Mr. Stanbury had been receiving treatment in Lon- • don. The Clinton Horticultural Society has issued a neat prize list for its first flower show, which takes placer on Aug. 25-26-27-28. Friday morning after the storm bad ceased Dr. Turnbull was urgent- ly called to a patient in Hullett. Ile started with a horse and cutter but soon got stuck in a snow drift. Leaving a man to dig the horse out and care for him he donned a pair of snowshoes and in this way managed to reach his patient. ' A certain farmer near town, who is usually the most reverent'of men and would not knowingly do wrong, must have lost his reckoning during the stone of last week and on Sunday morning he loaded up his sleighrack with wood and had driven quite a dis- tance towards town with it when a neighbor who noticed him, called his attention to the fact that it was Sun - clay. On Monday Mr. Thos. Carbert un- dertook to deliver a couple of hei- fers in town but they were so wild that it was with great difficulty and. danger that he did so. When The Present Century Was Young From The News -Record, Feb. 23rd, 1912: Mr. E. Lewis Evans' of Louisville, Kentucky, was in town. on Friday and Saturday last. He would have liked to have prolonged his stay but business demands were urgent and he left Saturday evening for Detroit. On Thursday afternoon last two sleighloads of members of Wesley church W. M, S. drovedown to the House of Refuge and gave a program of music, song and story' for the benefit of the inmates. From The New Era, Feb. 23rd, 1911: On Wednesday evening the follow- ing members of Clinton Lodge I,O.O. 8', visited Seaforth: C. E .Dowding, H. 13. Chant, W. Johnson, B, J. Gib- bing., W. J. Moore, W. H. Hellyar, J. Wiseman, H. Alexander, J. L. Kerr, A. Mitchell, T. Mapaghan, J. McLeod, G. M. Yates, F. Watson, N. Kennedy. Mr, and Mrs.. W. Jackson enter- tained the Bowling Club Monday ev- ening. vening. The final match in the Town Hoc- key' League was played on Friday night between the Doherty and Pas- time Club. At, half time the score was 4-3 for the Pastimers; at full time it was 17-4, so the Pastimers won the cup,' which was presented by Councillor Cantelon. WHAT OTHER NEWSPAPERS ARE SAYING PAGE BRESLAU! Where is the man? You know the man! The man who said last fall, "Of all the winters we have had (because the rabbits and all the smaller fur -bearing animals have a very light coat; the: squirrels laid in only a small amount of winter food; the wild geese were late flying south; there were few husks on the ears of corn; the groundhog has• an abun- dant supply of con syrup in his en- docrine gland; the woodchuck shows signs of having a double yolk pit- uitary gland in his brain, making hibernation unnecessary; all . these signs showing), this will be the open - est winter of all." Where is that man? —Port Elgin Times. AN ODD MONTH The month of February is the od- dest month of the calendar in that its usual length is 28 days, However each: four. years February has a chane to come to the fore when Leap Year is celebrated. February 1936 will long be remembered as the year of the big storm. However this year February is peculiar:. in' that there is five Saturdays in the. month 'despite the fact that there are only 29 days. It will befifty years before there is another February with five Satur- days. .With Saturday meaning pay day the month should prove popular to many people, • Kincardine News. • REGARDING BORROWED'B4OOKS. Possibly we should have a little book and mark down the name of the borrower as he takes: the book, but _generally, we are so delighted to lend a book to a friend that we forget this little precaution. _ Although we sus - pea certain books are on certain shelves, we haven't the courage to tax our friends with poor memory. Yet it is a provoking thing to go to the book shelves for a certainbook to discover it missing and to fail to remember who has it. It might be an interesting way to spend an ev- ening some time and discover if there are any which belong elsewhere, and return them with an apology. As a lover of books, we know we speak for all others when we say that such returns would be gratefully received. —Niagara Falls Review. THE PRICE OF PEACE The historian should be a philoso- pher. He should interpret as well as record the facts of human experi- ence and fit every great development into the scheme of things. He should see not only that human' liberties have been purchased with :blood but that multitudes have suffered and died for ends that were held cheaply when gained. One of the marvels of history is the paltriness of some of, the causes for which. the most gal- lant of men gave their all - Humanity multiplied needlessly the agonies that attended the advance of civilization. The inescapable price of progress was costly enough. One can only wonder whether the dark ages have been left so far.'behind that nev- er again will a generation have occa- sion to lose itself for the benefit of those who come after it. The outlook, does not encourage op- timism. The war system is dogging humanity and cannot be shaken off without new struggles and sacrifices.. Refusal to face this reality is like a man postponing a necessary opera-. tion until his chances of recovery have become remote. The price paid by our forefathers for human liber- ties was in keeping with the value of the boons that they obtained. The greatest of all blessings would be per- manent peace. The world will find that the price that must be paid will be .equally great. —The Toronto Star, REV. MR,' ANDERSON IN HOSPITAL Rev. Mr. Anderson, who has been ill for the past two weeks, was taken to Wingham. General Hospital Satur- day. We are pleased to report that he has shown some improvement since and the wish' of all citizens is that his recovery will be rapid. —Wingham Advance -Times, A VOICE THAT I,S STILL When Tennyson wrote the immor- tal short poem "Break, Break, Break," in memory of .a dead friend, he pen- ned lines of a verse that have been quoted again and again for the best part of a century. • There are few lines more familiar than these: "But oh, for the touch of a vanish- ed hand And the sound of a voice that is still." Tennyson's lines are suggestive of the, death of King George V. Much has been said of the voice of his late Majesty: John Masefield, the Eng- lish poet laureate, explains that King George had the voice of the sailor in its clearness, richness and reson- ance. His life as a British midship- man and naval officer in his younger days endowed him with the tones of the nae who had been accustomed' to life on the sea. To . Masefield Brit- ons are indebted for his explanation. as to why the voice of his late Ma- jesty made such a favorable impres- sion upon those who heard him over the air on special occasions during the year. The late King, had a voice that was finely adapted for radio speaking. All who heard his radio addresses to his subjects will feel that Tennyson's dines were peculiarly fitting- to the British monarch whose finely modu- lated voice has been forever stilled. Kincardine` Review -Reporter. PLAYFUL PUP HURTS PAL A playful, pup, put an abrupt end to what promised to be a jolly sleigh- ing -riding day, for one little boy, Gordon Matthews, on Saturday. The boy was going ; down a grade when his puppie, also enjoying the sport,. caught the rope which was attached to the sleigh, causing Gordon to swing into a barbed wire Ienee. He received an ugly gash through the nose and down his cheek. Three stit- ches wore required to close the upper wound, andtwo for the lower. —Goderich Star. DR USES SNOW SHOES At present with travel difficult, slow and bitterly cold at the best, Dr. R. J. l3lowen has resorted to a more comfortable means of travel and one just as speedy for short trips at least. He snowshoes to see some of his pa- tients, and on Wednesday struck out on about a three-mile jaunt with a napsack of instruments replacing the tiaditional black satchel. Attired in a typical eskimo "parka" (a snug fit- ting outer jacket with hood) the Doctor looked as if he would enjoy the outing, unless he encounters too much difficulty in "hurdling" fences. en his cross country professidnal call. —Lucknow Sentinel. OLD DOBBIN RESCUES CARS Tandem Teams Made Successful Trip . Teams hitched tandem in this corn, munity is rather an unusual sight, however, such was in evidence here on Wednesday afternoon, when six teams, the head two teams hitched tandem, and each five sleighs manned by three men, who proceeded in line to Brussels where, two weeks ago the hockey fans were obliged to leav their cars marooned in snow banks The trip was a successful one and al returned home safely on Thursday noon, all five cars atop the sleighs,. and are now under cover waiting for; more spring-like weather and better roads.—Listowel Sentinel. A tale of a young warrior's adora- tion for a beautiful and gently reared Egyptian girl will be ,told- in "Sume- rian Gold;' when the Commiission's, Toronto program designers again pre- sent "Forgotten Footsteps," on Sun- day, March 1, at 9,00 to 9.30 p.m. EST. This presentation has created a coast-to-coast audience for the sub- jects dramatized and inspired by the treasures in the Royal Ontario Mn - NUM of Archaeology, Toronto, "Sumerian Gold" refers to a quaint and rather rudely fashioned statuette which dates to 3000 B,C. It's story"ts this: Froin Mesopotamia carne, a gal - lent wanderer whose chief claims to fame were his brilliant fighting .arm and his honest heart. His wanderings led him to Egypt, noted for its cul- ture and its beautiful: women. One of the fairest of the land held the young warrior spell -bound, but he felt that his rough ways and cour- age were not capable of winning such a'maiden. So he tried to justify his love by showing her his desire to be master of more cultivated arts than those which had stood him in good stead on his wanderings. He set to work to fashion a gift that might win her favour. ' His little statuette was crudely made with its decorations of gold held in place with tiny nails. Compared to Egyptian works of art it was a pitiable thing. But the maiden felt that his ambition was worthy and so he claimed her heart and theylived happy ever after. "Let's Go to the Music Hall" Humphrey Giffington-Sledds has another hit show lined up for his leg- ion of fans on Saturday, February 29, and promptly at 8.30 p.m. the curtain will ring,, up on "Let's Go to the Music Hall" with a coast-to-coast audience listening in to the Toronto 1studios. George Young, the director, e who has acquired one of the greatest library of music hall hits on this 1 continent, again Inas chosen dainty Yvonne Miller for the opening num- ber on the brill. Yvonne will sing "From Saturday Afternoon 'Till Mon- day Morning;" ' which was one of Daisy Woods' greatest successes. George Patton will ring the bell with,"Farmer Giles" and the director will take the spot -light with "It's Nice to Get up in the Morning," which was one of Lauder's best. Haze/ Grimley, who has scored marked suc- cess with the new opera organiza- tion in Toronto this season, will be featured in "Sweet Caroline" and Larry Burford will be highly comic in "If It Wasn't for the Houses In Between," The Three Waiters agaIn will` have important billing in a spec - "THESE LITTLE PIGS" "This little. pig went to market'and this l'i'ttle pig stayed- at home," but: as far as a number of pigs on their way to market on Thursday were eon cerned, they might just as well have been home. Sydney Dolniadge, local trucker, started for. Kitchener on Thursday morning but on reaching Mitchell found the roads so bad he decided 'to return. He followed the plow to within two miles of town When both got stuck. Walking to Seaforth he secured a team and sleigh, with -which to 'bring the hogs into town. The horses, however, were unequal to the drifted roads and Mr. Dolmadge was -finally forced to walk back with sometarpaulins with which to cover his truck. The truck' was finally released on Friday after-' noon. The pigs went to market in earnest on Saturday. Seaforth Expositor.: HOW IT SOUNDS, GENERALLY Orillia 'Town Council has been crowded off the front page of 'tire. Toronto papers this week, by re- ports of • the Ontario Legislature,' where, led by the Premier, the mem- bers of the present and last admin- istrations have been belabouring one another like fishwives, to the amuse- ment of some people but to the dis- gust of those with a sense of dig- nity.—Orillia Packet -Times. SPEAICING OF ROBINS Speaking of robins seems a little out of season especially in view of the exceptionally cold weather of the past few weeks, However on Mon- day morning on-day.morning as Mr. Maurice Quance was on his way to work shortly be- fore eight o'clock he heard the chirp of a robin coining from the neighbor- hood of Andrew St. Confident that his ears did not deceive him and in order to verify his own opinion he stepped into 'Rivers' Meat Market and Mr. Bert Rivers came out and vouched for the accuracy of the story. —Exeter Times -Advocate. STORY, OF AN INDEPENDENT ENGINE (A Sad Tale) An unusual incident occurred be- tween here and- Thorndale in the ear- ly afternoon of Tuesday. There are many, many witnesses to testify to the behaviour, strange beyond be- lief, of a C. N. R. engine bucking the drifts on its way to London. The en- gine really was in a hurry—it tore right ahead, and having negotiated the very worst of the drifts, it did not pause to look back and see how the passenger coaches were coming along. If, at this particular moment, the engineer had glancedaft, he would have discovered that the rest of his train had been left forlornly behind. A coupling had given way in the struggle with the last big drift, As it was, the engine proceeded an - lady arranged number, "Her Golden Bair Was Hanging Down Her "Back." The Book Review "Old Soldier," by Frederick Niven, a novel of great charm and poignancy with its setting in Edinburgh, and "The Next Hundred Years: The Un- finished Business of 'Science," by 0. C. Furnas,, will be the subjects of re- view by Professor , J +F. Macdonald for his regular Book Review program on Saturday, February 29, at 7.45 p.m This is a Canadian Radio Commission presentation for the eastern and mid -west network audiences. "The Next Hundred Years: The Unfinish- ed Business of Science" is a very my teresting • attempt to present the probable course of invention and'dis.. covery for the next century. Illness has riddled the ranks of the Montreal staff of the Canadian Radio Commission of late. Program director, H. Rooney Pelletier, is now convalescing after a serious opera- tion for appendicitis. Engineer Char= Ies DeNoncourt was rushed to the hospital for an acute case of tonsil- litis.. He's on the road to recovery once again, but will have to. submit to an operation at a later date. An- other' engineer was also on the sick list for a week. He's robust Gerry Hudon, Gerry had his tonsils remov- ed and his condition is favourable. About Charlie Innes Charlie Innes first broke into radio singing and playing the ukelele. He's equally at home with saxophone, pi- ano or marimbaphone but when it comes time for "Chasing' Shadows," broadcast from Calgary to the na tional network on Sunday at 10.30 p.m. EST, Charlie is to be found With his pet gadgets -the drums, cymbals, bells, ete. He is familiarly known as Chuck, likes mountain climbing and though he was once a busy gram - trade executive, prefers to be a musts clan, especially of the radio. Charlie contributes many of the novel arrangement ideas which feat- ure "Chasing Shadows" and: is also the practical joker of the group, set- ting the rehearsals off to a good start with some of his ready wit. He is constantly offering to swap places with either of the pianists, Dixie Stewart or Dorothy Norton, or with his co -rhythm maker, Jerry Fuller, string bass, a trick which he might well do if it were not ler the fact that the ensemble would be wanting for a very 'dexterous 'drummer. THE CRACKER By LUCE DENNIS One of the .richest 'young women in the world was being shown ever a factory, as her secretary had thought it might amuse her for an hour. It was August and one depart- ment was busily putting toys and rings and mottoes and caps into crackers for next Christmas. The girl stood watching; faintly interested, a little bored. What ter- ribly trivial things were put into these crackers, she thought. ' Who could possibly want these ridiculous tin rings and blue glass bracelets? "But these aren't the expensive crackers, Miss Buckhaven," they ex- plained to her. "These are for peo- ple who can only afford a few shil- lings extra for the Christmas fest- pities," "How ghastly!" the very rich young woman said. For some thoughtful moments she stood watching the endless' stream of cheap crackers which were going out into an endless crowd of hard -up homes. Then she asked abruptly: "Can I put a, message in one of. other mile along the track to Lon- don before becoming, aware of its solitude. Meanwhile, ' passengers in the deserted coaches were all aflutter with surmise at why they should- be sitting in the middle of a cold, bleak countryside with ,nothing going on. Great' was the rejoicing then, when the truant engine .came panting back, sadder. but wiser for its experience..' —St. Marys Journal -Argus. THE MIDDLE CLASS SUFFERS There is in Canada the great mid- dle class on whom , the safety, the solidity and the future of the nation depends. On this class the great bur- den of taxes is' falling, and will eon- tinue to fall in increasing' weight, on the men and women who are .trying to earn a fair and decent living, to maintain a home and raise a family. Usboarable taxes, a division of wealth' through socialism or any other pro- gram means a destruction of. this middle class. We have only to look to Russia where this class has been destroyed, and see a country of mas- ter and slave We de not want the same thing to happen in Canada. —Listowel Banner. them? Do you mind?'" But, of ,course, everyone was de- lighted. She :scribbled a few' words on one ,of her cards, folded it, and saw the ainread message put in a cracker. Then the anac"hinery of the factory was restarted, and in a few moments the ',cracker was lost among hundreds .of .others ;similar *to it. On the way home, in her cream - and -silver Bentley sports model, she said to herr seersatary: "By the way, 'before I forget: I put a message in one of those crack- ers, saying that whoever called at my London address with the ;card would be given five 'hundred dollars. See that it happens, will yeia? 'Thanks." Then the traffic light turned red against them, and in her moment's irritation the exceedingly rich young woman forgot all about her careless charity. But the secretary remembeeed. And the cracker carried its message. through summer into winter, through half a dozen different hands; until in December it was dumped, in a than cardboard box; with dozens of other identical boxes, in the storeroom of a retail grocer in a large London sub- urb. Mrs. Ellen Herrick was rushed off her feet that Christmas Eve. She had prepared 'for Christmas with her husband, her daughter Christine, her. school -boy son ..Denis, and herself; then, this morning, a telegraph -boy had come with a wire from her son Brian, who worked in Liverpool, say- ing that he was coming : hone this night, with his fiancee,; for Christ- mas. Ellen Herrick had never seen Brian's; Alice, though he had been engaged to her for ;eleven ` months. A bed ,rust be made up for her at once in Christine's room. But In spite of her hurry and excitement, Ellen Herrick had Christine's dinner ready, exactiy at ten • past one. Christine carne hurrying in, flush- ed, with brilliant, excited eyes. Christine had news, which made her impatientof her mother's news about Brian. "Oh, is he? I'in glad. I expect you'll like her, mother. Mother what's for dinner tomorrow." Ellen started at her daughter, be- wildered. Christine was not usually so excited over food. "Why, you know, my dear girl. Ribs of beef, and one of my pad- dings." ad-dings " "Yes, yes, I know,but couldn't. we have some wine ? And some good coffee for afterwards, and .dessert. I mean, mother" --she turned and took tff her hat before the glass, with her tackto her mother—"I mean, Hugo's going to have dinner with us'tomor- row. "Hugo?' I thought' his fether had bought him a practice near Southampton." "Yes, he has; but Hugo's been ill, and he came home for Chris"inas for a rest quite suddenly; andt'ltis;moths er's gone to an hotel for Christmas with his father at Folkestone, Hugo's going down tomorrow evening, very likely; but he's got nowhere to go till then, and I asked him to come and have dinner with us tomorrow: And he's coming.'' "I see,, • And she did see a great deal. She knew that Christine had teen wildly in love with Hugo for two years --- while he was a medical student and she was apprenticed toa milliner. But Hugo's parents were rich; and Ellen had never met Hugo. He had met Christine ;out somewhere, and had taken her about in his small two-seater. Probably she was Just another. pretty, amusing girl to Hu- go. "Mother, will it run to some wine, and a bottle of whiskey, and some flowers, and a few. things• like that? At his home they have everything so nice. Janice has been there, and she told me." "I'll do what I can, Cliris, but you know how things are just now. But I'll do what I can." Chistine ate her dinner hurriedly. She had to get back 'to work soon; they were busyy with last orders. She pushed her slender pay -envelope a- cross to her mother as she got up, and Ellen took it with a sigh, "You really need some new shoes, Chrissie." "Not so much as I need a new fur and coat. Mother, he didn't actually say anything, but somehow I believe he means— Don't say anything; it might just be imagination—" "Web," Ellen said gently. "I believe he's got half an idea of running me down to Folkestone with him, to have dinner in the evening with his people. And if he does, what shall I wear?" Ellen and her daughter looked at each other anxiously. "You'll' have to wear your old coat, that's all. Unless your Aunt Lizzie sends you a decent Christmas present this year:" "What a hope!" It was, in fact, a small hope, very slight and unsubstantial; but after' Christine had hurried back to work Ellen listened for the postman as she; worked, Re came at three, bringing cards, but nothing from Aunt Liz- zie. Ellen wedt out to shop. She bought some more almonds and raisins. She managed to afford , a bottle of cheap sherry, and some oranges and figs. Then, as a last, dashing extravagance, she decided to buy a box of crackers, just to make the table look bright. But Christine, when she came in that night, late and tired, and dis- appointed to find nothing from Aunt Lizzie, was almost in tears over those crackers, "Mother, they're such cheap ones! They look dreadful for grown-up people. Why didn't you get a few flowers. Or some' more glasses, be- cause none of ours match. You can't possibly put those crackers on the table!" "Well, if you think not—" , Just then Brian and his Alice ar- rived, and Ellen hurried to make them welcome. The crackers` were forgotten, for Ellen had a new, daughter to get used to, with very new clothes, the newest colour or lipstick, and nail varnish, Oh, no doubt a very nice girl, all the same, but—these fashionable: young girls: all looked so hard. Head as paint. Chiming bells, mixed,with the ring- ing of the alarm -clock, woke Eiien. the next morning. Of course, it was. Christmas Day. And Hugo was com- ing to dinner. She went downstairs in her dres- sing -gown to make tea; and present- ly they were all with her, sleepy and smiling and clamouring' for 'ten. Bottles of scent and' stockings and handkerchiefs changed hands, with kisses; for it was Christmas morn- ing. The post came in the middle of the morning, and there was a letter from Aunt Lizzie. If she has, Christine thought, tearing it open, I'll go round to the shop and get the caretaker to let me In, and take something out of stock —Five dollars!' Christine went toher bed-roo'er slowly.. She put new organdie cuffs: and collar on to her afternoon frock,, and set and reset her hair. Briars. and Alice faded away into the sit- ting -room, shutting the door firmly- behind irmlybehind them. Dad took the dog out' for a walk. Ellen got the dinner and laid the. table, The tablecloth was worn but snow- white; the tumblers that did not metal glittered with polishing. Thera was a big bunch of holly in the cen- tre of the table;' and then Ellen re- membered the crackers. Should she? Or should she nota.' They did look poor and cheap, per- haps. She took them out and looked at them again, and hesitated. Huge• —what would he think? And Alice,. smart and blights—and yet, Christ- mas without one cracker? Dad and Denis would be disappointed, too. Ellen compromised. She put one beside each plate, half hidden under a coloured paper napkin; that made seven, with five left over. Three minutes later, just as she was dish- ing up, she gave those five crackers to two little girls, whose thin and wavering voices outside the back door chanted that Good King WencesIas looked out on the feast of Stephen—. "Here, I haven't time to look for pennies!" Ellen said, hot and flust- ered. "You run away, and take these with you:" Five crackers from the fateful boa disappeared down the road - for goad. Then the front -door bell rang, Christine came dashing downstairs. and Hugo came in. Dad came back with the dog; Denis came home from a friend's house; Brian and Alice came out of the sitting room—and not a hair of that girl's marcelled (head was disarrangedi Dinner began. It went stiffly at first; but Hugo was a nice boy, a very nice boy. Ellen warmed to him. And dad, bless him, had bought out of his private savings, several bottles of cider and ale, And Alice could be, and was, amusing. Yes, it was going to be a nice Christmas dinner, after all. Out in the kitchen, turning out the steaming pudding, Ellen took oft her wedding -ring. She washed it,, and slipped it into the pudding, smil-• ing. And, somehow, it was Christine- who got the wedding -ring. ,"You'll have to wear' it for an hour, or it won't bring you luck," Alice said. Brian wiped the ring, and Alice• said: "Let me look. Good heavens, it's (Continued on page 7) "You will take good care of her, won't you?" '. It's Joan's first trip .alone. Mother just couldn't refuse Auntie Maud's lovely invitation — but she can't help worry - Mg, 'either. Thoughtful Auntie knows the answer; es 'soon as Joan arrives, a Long Distance call will banish Mother's fears. Long Distance is an over -ready comfort. It's easy to use, quick, and the cost is: surprisingly small. 00rr both "Anyone" and 'Terser:to. Person" calls, low Night, rates apply after 7 pan, every evening, and low Week•edd rates ALL DAY SUNDAY.