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The Clinton News Record, 1936-03-19, Page 3THURS., MARCH 19, 1936 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD PAGE 3 WHATCLINTON WAS' DOING •IN THE GAY NINTIES DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAP PENED DURING TRU LAST DE- CADE OF THE OLD CENTURY? From The News -Record, Mar. 18th, 1896: Mrs. R. N. Rowe and fancily of Exeter spent Saturday and Sunday visiting friends in Clinton. Teachers in the country schools will be glad to learn that the Pro- vincial laws are being changed so that hereafter they will have a week of holidays at Easter the same as the village. and town schools. Beattie Bros. of Winghain have purchased from W. J. Paisley of Clinton the four-year-old mare, Wan- ,etta, sister to the famous mare Wanda, recently sold by this •enter- prising firm for the sun? of $2,500. Wanetta gives promise of being fast- er than her sister. The price paid was a $300 driving; horse and $275 in cash. Many electors would' like to have the $10,000 (of the Stave'ley estate) applied to a system, of waterworks in Clinton. Mr. D. McCorvie, Dr. Bruce, Mr. John Johnston and many others have , learned to ride a bicycle. Town Treas. User Robson 'would not surprise us if he followed on a twenty-two pound wheel. From The New Era, Mar. 20th, 1590: Messrs. Israel and William Taylor are this week attending the annual meeting of the Confederation Life In- surance Co. in Toronto. The fire escapes demanded by law are being installed at the House of Refuge this week.... No less than ten of the inmates are unable to eat their meals with the others but have to be fed in their rooms., Ilolmesvilte:-At the close of the prayer meeting on Wednesday even- ing the choir and congregation pre- sented Mr, and Mrs, Wm. Lobb with two handsome rocking chairs as a slight token of gratitude to Mr. Lobb for his services in the choir. Mr. Lobb has sung, in the, Methodist choir here almost ever since there was a choir, and it is with sorrow we lose his very valuable services. They move onto the 6th concession in a few day.s When The Present Century Was Young From: The News -Record, March. 16th, 1911: The Misses Watt of Fulton street entertained a number of their girt friends on Monday evening. One of the most .enjoyable little dances of the season was given in the Pastime Club rooms on Monday evening as a farewell to Miss Belle and Mr. Clausin O'Neil, who left for Moose Jaw, Sask., pesterday. Mr. Oliver' Johnson left' yesterday with a carload of horses for Lloyd Minster. On Friday evening last a deputa- tion from Wesley choir waited on Mr. and Mrs. Jas. Doherty at their home, and, in appreciation of the former's valuable services in the dhoir and as a token of goodwill, presented them with a. handsome silver pudding dish. A few days ago Mr. Bert Langford disposed of his Ford car but no doubt he will have another and a still bet- ter one before the roads are fit for motor traffic. From. The New Era, Mar. 16th, 1911: John A. Cooper, editor of the Canadian Courier, Toronto, ' will ad- dress the Clinton Club on Thursday evening. Principal Hartley and his assist- ants intend giving a concert in the town hall about the second week in April. WHAT OTHER NEWSPAPERS ARE SAYING THE MODERN WAY The idea nowadays seems to be to save money for the other fellow's rainy day, the.Sitchener. Record apt ly remarks.—Hanover Post. -+-- CANADA'S SMOKE With women taking to the weed in more recent years, cigarette con- sumption has gone up materially. Last year nearly four and one-half billion cigarettes were smoked in Canada. This works out to an aver- age of 1,250 for every man and wo- man of smoking age. Since there are still many of either sex who cannot bear the taste of tobacco or haven't formed the habit of puffing away at ' a "fag," some cigarette smokers must have greatly exceeded the 1,260 av- erage,—Kitchener Record. A 3011 FOR LEACOCK If Stephen Leacock is serious, (and we scarcely think he is) -about de- voting his remaining years to the presidency of the Anti -Mosquito As- sociation of East Simcoe, now that he has been chucked out of his job 'at McGill by its octogenarian governors because he hasreached the age of 66, we ntht:i that, in the national inter - eat, he might do much worse than be- come the head of a Dominion -wide • anti -mosquito organization'or, speak- ing more locally, the head of an Upper St. Lawrence Valley Anti -Shad Fly Association. We understand that the mosquito control efforts undertaken in the vi- cinity of Orillia,` a community '.inn- mortalized by Leacock, have been uni- formly successfuI., He would confer benefitupon many' another Summer resort region, not excluding the Ri- deau lakes, if he would undertake a ' nation-wide tour in the 'interest of mosquito control.: —Brockville Recorder. OUR CLIMATE The short period of extreme cold weather is past. Except' to the rug- ged few "it, was none' too pleasant anyhow, for the season probably. And when it was over, how pleasant it was out of doors! The other morn- ing, with the sun shining, there was a cool and invigorating mildness in the ambient atmosphere, that breath- ed ozone and renewed strength with each and every breath. Walking down town, with the feel of it against the cheek,;, with the kick and tang of. -it in the nostrils, one did not feel: a day overten years of age. For the insipid relaxing heat of Florida, en- ervating and debilitating, who would be sensible who, would want to trade? Winter, at its best, is one of the best climates in the whole world, if it is winter in Ontario. Of course it takes something still 'to keep the house warm, and an. office fire is necessary. But there isn't much dust to defile the room§, and there is a little that can be saved on screen doors, for there are no insects. In the south climes' it is different. There are insects all the way from alligators to kissing bugs and still other bugs and flies and things more contemptible and less self reliant than the snake that crawls on its own tummy.—Listowel Standard. A JOVIAL WANDERER "Give us a dime, old pal," said a transient on Wednesday morning as he leaned over the counter in the Journal -Argus office. "Sorry," said the Journal Man," but we have dis- continued handouts of money long ago." "That's right, that's it," said the wanderer, "That's just the way it goes, from pillar to post. Say, do you know, I am always a meal behind by the time I get it cooked, and here's the reason. I go toa butcher shop for a bit of meat—the butcher says, "Sorry but we have no scraps today"—I go to the next, and to the next till I get a piece of meat, then I go to a baker and .a grocer. By the time I get through it's noon and I've lost a meal." One . could not but be struck by the truth of this man's simple philosophy; with his resem- blance to "Pope" Eye the Sailor Man" of the funnies, and lastly by his jov- ial' demeanor in the face of adversity. Before he left the office he had un- burdened' himself` of further tales, of how he . had lost his money In real estate investments. in Detroit—of how the "bull weeds" were now growing upon those investments and of how for the past six years he has tramp- ed the length and breadth of this lane( without a home, without a change of raiment. -St. Marys Journal -Argus. HENSALL: Mrs. John Jackson re- ceived the sad news of the death of her son Harry, High River, Alberta, He was -sixty=two years of age, the eldest of the family, and had been in failing health for a couple of years but his death came quite suddenly. He leaves to mourn his deathfour brothers and four sisters,. Isaac and Jack of High River, Alberta;, Robert and George, near Hensall; Mrs. Briers (sr, High River, Alta.; Mrs. Smith and Mrs. McLean, Detroit; Mrs. Wesley Coleman, near.Hensall, The funeral was held from the United Church at High River, Alberta, and was quite largely attended as the deceased was well and favorably known. CUNNING FORETHOUGHT "You're an honest lad," said the em- ployer, "but the dollar I lost was a hill and not silver." "I know, sir," replied the new of- fice boy, "but the last time I found a dollar bill the gentleman didn't have any change," "You have good reason to be proud of many of your service programs, such as the Northern Messenger, the Canadian Press Newscasts and the many fine series of informative talks;" writes :a 'Commission listener from northern Saskatchewan. "But in my opinion, taking into considera- tion the fine entertainment programs we are now getting, and the discus- sions on current affairs, there is no program of greater value than the little 15 minute presentation by Pro- fessor J. F. Macdonald which comes to us from Toronto each Saturday night. • I can honestly say that I wait for this program all week." Professor MacDonald is not only giving great pleasure to those for- tunate enough to be in the urban com- munities where the best books are a- vailable, but he is bringing pleasure to those who are hungry for cultural stimulus and whose leisure hours are of necessity spent in isolation. The young man, whose letter points so clearly to his appreciation, is typi- cal. He is a homesteader in the northwest, 20 miles from the near- est railway station, and enjoying the radio because some friendly neigh- bour, luckyenough to have a winter holiday, sent him his set. The Com- mission receives hundreds of letters from men and women, whose liveli- hood depends on their willingness to strike, out from the large cities, but whose tastes have been developed for good books, good music, good play,, and good discussions on current af- fairs. It is for these citizens, prim- arily, that many of •the Commission's national services have been design- ed, and it is evident from their appre- ciative letters that the radio is sup- plying a much needed brightness In lives craving contacts, and a stimulus for minds that have been trained to think and do not want to stop think- ing just because they are several hundred miles from a theatre, a lib- rary, or a concert hall. Grace Matthews, charming young dramatic actress, who is frequently featured in Canadian Radio Commis- sion presentations from Toronto, Findlay Campbell, internationally famous bass -baritone, who is being presented in a series of song recitals broadcast over the eastern network of the Canadian Radio Commission from Montreal, again will be heard on March 23, at 7.16 p.m. EST. Mr. Campbell, a concert oratorio as well as radio artist, was baritone soloist with the Minneapolis Sym- phony Orchestra during two tours in Canada and United States. Besides having appeared as soloist in recitals with many of the leading choral soci- eties on this continent, he has also been soloist in four festivals spon- sored by the Canadian Pacific Rail- ways. Mr. Campbell, featured on the "Presenting" programs, possesses a voice of strikingly beautiful quality and richness, large and of a wide range. He is recognized as an artist of outstanding ability whose inter- pretive powers, sincerity and depth of feeling and temperament have un- common power to fascinate an audi- ence. "Byzantium in China," a story of 900 A.D., will be, the March 29 pro- gram in the "Forgotten Footsteps" series of dramatizations broadcast from the. Toronto studios of the Can- adian Radio Commission over the national network. The story was written by Don Henshaw and is based on one of the objects' now on display at the Royal Ontario Museumof Archaeology. The thrilling Prologue from "Pag- liacci," by Leoncavello, will be featur- ed by Adolph Wantroff on his: song recital for the Canadian Radio Com- mission on Thursday, March 19, at 6.15 p.m. EST. "The Cossack" • will present also one of his own native Russian gypsy • songs, "Gypsy Ro- mance," the well known Frank " Le- Forge number, "Hills," and the im- mortal Malloy ballad, "Love's Old Sweet Song." • This program, featuring the dis- tinguished Russian Canadian baritone will be heard from the Commission's Toronto studios and will be offered to the audiences of the eastern net- work. "Club 13", the night club rendez- vous heard' on the Commission's na- tional network each Wednesday at 10.00 p.m. EST, treats its 'customers. to the odd original musical selection composed by Cecil Kappey, pianist o' the orchestra directed by Jascha Gal- perin. The latest number was intro- duced ona recent broadcast.`.It has as a'title, "Life is Like That," but as yet has no words. The sign -off theme melody of the "'Club 13" pro- gram is also an original composition of Cecil Kenney as well as a number which has gained general popularity,. "Dreams for Sale." Among Other Things Innocentpastimes are de rigeur with the Commission's personnel in Toronto. "Monopoly" has taken the ranks by storm and musicians, fam- ous for their lack of cdmmercial in- stinct, are dealing in imaginary town planning, real estate, and building promotion deals that soar into many thousands. It's not done with mn'- rors, but with brightly coloured card- board. Almost as difficult to describe as Mali Jong, and mike() hard on the nerves as "mixed" bridge. Rupert • Lucas will give lessons by correspon- dence. Percy Faithis providing some in- to ;'esting accompaniments for Helene' and Bill Morton, the western song duo now at Toronto for the Radio Commission. Mr. Faith is pinch-hit- ting for Ernest Dainty, formerly feat- ured with the popular brother and sister team on Monday evenings at 6.15 EST. The studios and lounge of CRCW, are now quite resplendent with a beautiful collection of well known Canadian 'prints, furnished by the National Gallery of Canada. Lonesomeness for Toronto prompt- ed Max Gilbert and Art Holmes, for- mer CRCT engineers, to rig up a short wave set tochat with the,boys "back home." They have their "shack" in. Windsor's finest hotel and although it lacks seating capacity, it affords every "conventenee.!' Now. the staff at CRCW always have plen ty of gossip about Toronto, and go- ings-on about CRCT. "Red" Newman is back with his pals on the George Young program, "Let's Go To The Music Hall." "Red" 'started out with the Dumbells on their tour but an accident brought him back home for the rest of the season. On his return he found in his first fan mail a list of 133 songs suggested for pse on the program, sent by a lady who had heard then all done over a period of .thirty years in England. "This Way, Mr. Stevenson" By Barbara Hedworth - "Jimmy, people have been awfully kind, incredibly kind; look at this enormous Christmas pudding —'with love from Gay'—and here, a tin of your special tobacco from daddy-" Sara continued to plunge her arms deep into the packing case which the carrier' had delivered 'a short while ago. Presents from home. Besides the tobacco and pudding, there was a plump breasted turkey, a batch of mother's special 'mince pies, a gaily coloured scarf for Sara, a Christmas cake made by Gay -all sorts of sea- sonable fare. "Anyway, we shall have a grand Christmas dinner," said Sara firmly.. Jimmy turned to look at her smil- ing face, the childish excitement in her dark blue eyes. "Yes," agreed .Timmy. "We'll have a grand Christmas dinner" He smiled, too, but the panic In his eyes crept into Sara's, She came over to hien and .held his head against her. "Don't worry, Jimmy, we'll, get through somehow," she whispered. "Yes, we'll get through -- some- how," Jimmy repeated her words a- gain. He tried to shake himself out of this gloom which had enveloped him during the last month, until he had ceased to care what happened next. After all, he told himself, he wasn't the only man who had lost a job through a firm going "smash''; in fact, he was luckier than most In that there had been a little nestegg to fall back on. The fifty pounds his godfather had sent him as a wed- ding present and which Sara, in her wisdom, had insisted should be put straight into the bank and left there as "an emergency fund." So, although he had been out of work now for nearly three months, he and Sara hadn't known what it was to go hungry. True, there were no more visits to the cinema on Sat- urday evenings; Sara hadn't been ab- le to have the new winter coat he had' promised her before the blow fell. But what with having paid cash for their furniture and Uncle James' wedding present, he was luckier than most. "I'll cook the turkey for midday dinner, and we'Il have it cold on. Box- ing Day=this ham, Jimmy darling, •s the very thing for Christmas night' supper," Sara prattled gaily on. Such a child' she was, thought. Jimmy. A sweet, brave child who had stood by him loyally and without a grumble during. these last heartbreak- ing months. And she needn't have. "Go back to your people for a while, darling,"' he had said to her. "Let . me get this spot of bother straightened out on any own." "What an idea," Sara had scoffed. "Why,' you'll be in a new and better job before I've had time to pack my boxes." Jimmy had rather believed that, too, at the time. The depression was ever, wasn't it? • It was just a bad break that Greer & Gray, the firm' of, printers who had employed him since, his fifteenth birthday, should have decided to go into voluntary. liquidation. Jimmy's chief had sent for him before he leftand handed him a grand reference. "And if there's anything else " I can do for you, Stevenson—" Yes,three months ago Jimmy had been as sure as anything that he'd. get a job before he had spent his second week's pay. "I wouldn't be surprised if I did. better on the road than in an office," he had said, when he penned his first application to a firm advertising for "outside men with energy and ambi- tion." Then, all at once, he started to get angry. It seemed so unfair that he and Sara, who had been so, happy during the last two years, should get this bad break. After two months his hand was clammy with nerves every time he had to write a cheque, and he kept urging Sara: • "Go back to your people for a while; it's killing me to see you drag- ged in on this." And now he just didn't care any more. When Sara had discovered that Simpson's, the big new drapery stores, were looking for "go-ahead young men," she had to remind him three times to write to the staff man- ager. That was just a week ago. He had not heard. He didn't expect to. "I was thinking," said Sara, "that as we haven't to buy any dinner for Christmas Day and Boxing Day, we might have a teeny weeny bit of holly and mistletoe." That showed what a child she was. Jimmy forced his tightened lips into a smile. "It sounds logical to me," he as- sented. "I'll go out and get it at once." Her blue eyes danced. Sara, with her Christmas provided for, was as happy as a little sandboy. That was something to be thankful for. This fog of the soul, which made every- thing look the same, hadn't touched her yet. She went through to the bed -room to get her hat and coat, and came back so quietly that Jimmy didn't hear her. He didn't know that she had been standing in the doorway, just staring at him with all the fun gone from her eyes, before she called to him: "I'm off now, Jimmy; shan't be long, dear." She managed to keep smiling until she was out in the street, then pain and disappointment dragged her mouth downwards at the corners, So her big bluff hadn't come off. It was just that Jimmy had been bluf- fing, too. She had caught him in his unguarded moment, with his despair lying about him almost as though it were a visible cloak, Jimmy was hat- ing this Christmas as much as . she was. He didn't care, any more than she did, whether they had a turkey for dinner and their flat decorated with holly. That despair of Jimmy's. It fright- ened her. Sara walked blindly from their road into one of the main street. She was outside Simpson's. Its windows looked festive in their Christmas dres- sings; a continual flow of people was passing through the revolving doors. Simpson's must be doing pretty good business. They must find Jimmy something to do. Resolutely, her curly head held high, she followed a drift of shoppers through the main entrance. A shop- walker came up to her. "I want to see the staff manager," said Sara. "Then I'm afraid you'll have to go in by the back entrance; it's round,. the other side of the shop."' Sara found it with some difficulty, but at last she was in a small, square, hall with doors all around it, each bearing a name. She scanned them anxiously, then one of the doors op- ened and a young woman in horn- rimmed ;spectacles came out. "Are you looking for somebody Perhaps I can help you." Sara smiledand announced firmly: "I want to see the staff manager, please." =SNAPS410T CUIL It's Always Snapshot Time x MANY owners of box cameras honestly believe that they are handicapped in their snapshooting at this time of year. Are you in this class? Now that question may sound ri- diculous to many Guild readers but there are hundreds who believe just that. They think that the sun should be shining in all its glory before.try- ing to take a snapshot. If your camera is hibernating in peaceful slumber on the closet shelf awaiting the arrival of spring and bright sunshine, go get it, dust it off —and be sure you wipe off the lens carefully with a soft, dry cloth—get yourself a roll of film and start shoot- ing. There are more interesting win- ter pictures waiting to be made with a box camera than you will ever be able to take if you live to be as old as Methuselah. Remember, too, that the old Biblical passage still holds good—`Seek ye and ye shall end"— and it will not take much seeking if your eyes are open. Under ordinary conditions you can .take instantaneous snapshots out- doors in the winter, or, if the day.is too dark and dreary, there is always the old reliable time exposure. It the day is clear and bright you can take action pictures providing you snap the picture at the right angle and are not too close to the subject. Pictures can be taken indoors at night with a box camera if you use one of the inexpensive flash type lamps. A little experimenting may be necessary until you know what you can and cannot expect front your box camera, and if you are a real amateur you will get a lot of pleasure out of the experimenting. The fellow with a lot of fine equip - With a clean lens, plus proper expo sore, you should always get sharp,. clear pictures such as the ones above. ment doesn't deserve half as much; praise for' an unusual picture as the real amateur, who owns a box cam- era and who, through perseverance and thought, gets a "knockout" pic- ture under adverse conditions. The' average box camera on sale today has two stops and a time ex- posure adjustment. The stop open- ings control the amount of light passing through the lens. Number one—.the larger stop, or opening, is• for snapshots of *ordinary subjects in sunlight. The second opening, or smaller stop, is for snapshots of dis- tant views, beach scenes, snow with- out prominent dark objects in the foreground, and clouds, only in bright sunlight. During the winter,. on days with hazy sunlight it is best to use the first, or large stop and on dark days use the second stop and a very short time exposure. When making time exposures the. camera must be placed on a tripod, table, fence or something solid se. that the camera will not move when the picture is taken. You are overlooking a lot of pleas- ure if you are not making use of your box camera, so get it out. If you are really interested you can stop in 'most any store that sells cameras and photographic supplies and get free literature on taking pictures at night indoors during these long win -- ter evenings, and you will find it is: one type of indoor sport the entire• family will enjoy. And speaking of the family—that's a hunch for a mighty important pic- ture. You will have a lot of fun tak- ing a picture of the family group and! in later years the result will be num- bered among your prized posses- sions. Try it. 77 JOHN VAN GUILD.tat: "Have you an appointment? I'm afraid Mr. Grain is very busy this afternoon." "No, I haven't an appointment, but it's dreadfully urgent that I should sde your Mr. Grain; it's about my husband, James Stevenson." Sara decided to take this nice girl into her confidence. "James Stevenson! Why, Mr. Grarn dictated a letter to him this morn- ing!" "Then don't send it. Please don't send it." Sara's hands were tightly clenched. "Do me the greatest favour you've ever done anyone in your life. Let my husband see Mr. Grain 'in- stead. Say to -morrow morning — at nine—ten—any time you like." The girl looked at her rather oddly. "I'll try to arrange it. If he cares to take a chance and come along at nine. thirty. I'll see what I can do. Tell him to ask for me, I'm Mr, Grain's secretary." "Thank you—thank you!" A quick, graceful smile and Sara was out in the street again. A little way down there was a man selling holly and mistletoe. Sara bought double the quantity she had planned: Everything was going to be all right now. That had been an :inspiration straight from Heaven, getting Jim- my. an appointment with Mr. Grain instead of trying to see the great man herself. Once Jimmy had the chance to talk to an employer he'd be able to put himself over. It was those dreadful letters starting "We very much re- gret*" which had destroyed his confidence. She didn't believe that Mr. Grain's secretary really had such a letter in her notebook. She had just said that. They all did. To get rid of you. It had been the same when Jimmy tried to 'see the manager of Templeton's. Mr. Templeton is writing to you, to -day," the secretary had told hire, and they waited a fortnight before the letter came. Half -hidden by her enormous bunch of holly, Sara made her way toa telephone booth. She called up the people who had the flat above and had kindly offered to let Jimmy give their• number to prospective employ- ers. "Would you please give Mr. Ste- venson a message?" began Sara, in a disguised voice, as soon as she got through, "Will you say Mr. Grain of Simpson's, would like to see him to -morrow morning at . half -past nine?" Jimmy was waiting at the gate looking up the road for her when she turned their corner. He ran to her as he saw her. "Darling, darling, the most won- derful news. A Mr. Grain, of Simp- son's has sent through a message. He ' wants to see me to -morrow at nine - thirty. Sara people don't ask you to, come and see them just to tell you there are no vacancies do they?" Anxiety subdued the eagerness of his tone but his eyes were alive again, and Sara reassured him quick- ly: "Why, darling, the job is as good. as in your pocket." "And we'll have a. marvellous Christmas—you, with your holly and mistletoe," laughed Jimmy: Yes, they'd have a marvellous Christmas. It must work out. that way. Jimmy, with his self-confidence returned to him, couldn't fail to im- press Mr. Grain. Sara had to keep.' telling herself that. She didn't dare to think what would happen if things went differently and Mr. Grain told Jimmy: "I'm seeing you because your wife asked me to, but I'm sorry to. have to tell you—." No, not that. Please God, not. that. Jimmy presented himself punctual- ly at the staff entrance of Simpson's the following morning. Mr. Grain would see him in a few minutes, he had been told. A few minutes --'in half an hour he would have to face Sara. "Darling, I'm afraid it's no good. I'm not the man they're loot- ing for." Let Sara think he had failed. She ?night despise hien—yes, sooner or lat- er, she was bound to, but that was better than letting her find out that he knew she had been to Simpson's yesterday and forced this appoint- ment on Mr. Grain. That had been. a queer instinct he'd had after Mrs. Lewis had givenhim the message to ring Simpson's back to confirm the. appointment. }Ie had been put through to Mr. Grain's secretary, "Mr. Stevenson? Oh, yes, your wife• was in just now that's right, half - past nine to -morrow morning," the girl had said. "I had a letter in my- book y'book to you, as a matter of fact." Jimmy hung up quickly. He'd been - scared she would want to read it to him over the telephone and, assum- ing there was such a letter, he didn't: want to hear it. He knew that kind. of letter by heart. Of course, Mr. Grain had no inten- tion of seeing him. Presently the sec- retary would come out and explain, how, in this busy season, appoint-. inents overlapped. "Mr. Grain will write to you di- rectly after the holiday," she would' say, The holiday. To -morrow w a s Christmas Day. Well, the Ieast he could do was to give Sara a' good Christmas. There was no need to tell her until after Boxing Day that there wasn't a job for, him at Simp-• (Continued on page T)