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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-05-14, Page 2PAGE'2 •THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., MAY 14, 193 The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ,ERA TERMS. OP SUBSCRIPTION It1.50 por year in advance, to Cana; dian Addresses, 82,00 to the" 17;5: or other foreign countries. No paper gliscontinuecl until all arrears are paid Unless at the option of the .publish- er: The date to which every sub- ecription is paid is denoted onthe label, ADVERTISING RATES -- Tran- sient advertising 12c per count line for first insertion. Sc for each sub insertion: Heading counts d g ?"lines. Small advertisements not to exceed, one inch, such as "Wanted," "Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted' once for 35e, each subsequent insertion 15c. ';Rates for display advertising made known .on application. Communications intended for pub- lication must as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. G. E. HALL, M. F. CLARK, Proprietor. - Editor. H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial. Real Estate and Fire In- surance Agent. Representing 14 Fixe Insurance Companies. Division Court Office. Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barrister, Solicitor", Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — Clinter, Ont. D. II. MCINNE'S CHIROPRACTOR E!octro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street. (Pew Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours Wed. and Sat. and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION ' by manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 GEORGE ELLIOTT Licensed Auctioneer for the County of . Huron Correspondence promptly answered Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at The News -Record, Clinton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate and Satisfaction Guaranteed. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company: Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: . President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea- -forth; Vice -President, John E. Pep- per, Brucefield; Secretary -Treasurer, M. A. Reid, Seaforth, Directors: Alex. Broadfeot, Brucefield; James Sholdice, Walton; William Knox, Londesboro; George Leonharclt, Dub- lin; John E. Pepper, Brucefield; ...Tames Connolly, Goderich; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex. .McEwing, Blyth. List of Agents: W. J. Yeo, Clin- ton, R. R. No.' 3; Janies Watt, Blyth; John E. Pepper, Brucefield, R. R. No. 1; R. F. McKercher, Dublin, R. R. No. 1; Chas. F. Hewitt, Kincardine; R. G. Jarmuth, 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 Cutt's Grocery, Goderich: Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will he promptly attended to on applica- ion to any of• the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. ANADIAN NATIONAL RAILWAYS TIME TABLE Trains wiJl arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. 'Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. Going East, depart 3.00 p.m. Going West. depart 11.50 a.m. � Going West, depart' 10.08 p.m. London, Huron Sc Bruce Going North, ar. 11.34.lve. 11.54 a.m. Going South 3.08 p.m. COUNTY NEWS SEAFORTH: Mr. Frank .1. Ar- chibald, a student at the O, A .C., Guelph, and son of Reeve W. Arch!, bald and Mrs. Archibald, of Tucker - smith, was awarded a Medal for in- ter year debating, an announcement of scholarship and prize winners of the college, issued this week, an- nounces. He is the class of 19.39. Apple exports from. Canada during the present season up to. April 18, 1936, totalled 1,432,582 barrels; 35,- :883 half -barrels, and 2,119,010 boxes, ,an increase. of 91,405 bareels' and 465,832 boxes, and a decrease of '325 half -barrels, compared with the :1934-35 season. Lamb's wool is taken from, young 'sheep; when they are about the age •of eight months. However, when :sheep are not shorn until they are 12 or 14 months old, their: wool is cal - ;led hog or hogget. Wether wool re - lees to all fleeces removed from the sheep subsequent to the first shear - ,Ing, and skin wool is the wool remov- ed from the pelts of sheep that have died or were :killed.' E LIFT GEES UP BY •31. ]l'; LEWE1I "Morning, Y1r. Stevens! Going tip?" The lifl,, girl in the smart uniform of Oly,vpic'House slid back the ga[x. with a smile. Old Stevens was a i.' little late; that l rate ;for Thomas Stevens.` It' still wanted five minutes to the. half-hour, but•,110 was' always tett minutes' be fore time, because •a senior clerk had to set a good example. He seemed worried, and his eyes were tired, and he` .didn't 'smile back. Neither did he make one of his jokes about life be- ing. all ups and downs. However; as he stepped into the lift he palled himself' together, and put up a thin, red old hand to sal- ute. After all, the 'axe.- hadn't fallen yet, and he remembered. the adage concerning .life;;and hope. Also, he liked Molly. A nice girl, Molly, and. always good-tempered. Vire% if it really- was true that Chesworth 4 Sutton were closing down their offices on the sixth fldor, there Would be no more daily rides in Molly's JUL Funny, thought old Stevens, that little things like that should occur to him in face of pend- ing tragedy.,Because whatever would become f an old fellow of his yeays if the worst did happen? Of 'course, everybody at Cheese - worth's knew thet'the sack was in the air. Its shadow hacl hovered over, the 'export. office for ' weeks, making the staff nervy. Rumours floated everywhere. Certainly the 'City office was more or less of a white elephant these days,;since the wharf near by had been closed, and the new factory moved out to the country, . The younger clerks said they did - hit care what happened.. To -morrow was also a day. And a ehange might be for the betterl But none of them talked to old Stevens about it. For one thing he sat alone in his little semi -private office: And, any- way, the juniors spoke another lan- guage. Probably they didn't imagine that losing his job would Hurt him as much as it would them. ,How could it? Queer old boy, 'Stevens! Sort of '"human adding -machine, , and as reliable as the foundations of Olym- pic House itself. Always there first, however early you arrived. However, this morning old Stevens only had them beaten by five min- utes. By twos end threes the rest of the staff filed through and took their places. Then a shadow passed 'the opaque glass of the door at the etrd; typewriters clicked faster and ledg- er leaves rustled feverishly. Old Stevens, glancing across his glass screen, smiled with faint bit- terness. He knew the reason for the Increased industry. Young Mr. Reg- eie Chesworth ane! Mr. Sutton's nep- hew, newcomers to the firm, were sticklers for modern efficiency. And these young men even now :night be determining the destiny of the gen- era] office. He went on With his work with mechanical precision, ,but his hands trembled nervously. The savings he had painfully scraped together would get him an annuity, enough' to keep hotly and soul together — but only just. In front of • his tired ' eyes stretched a drab, grey vista of sltnn lodgings, bad cooking; and long cold 'winters—till the end. • The buzzeron his desk called im. patiently. Old Stevens. straightened up. Mr: Joseph Chesworth wanted him, "The old chief himself. And John Chesworth, didn't often cone Citywards these days. He liked bis place in the country and his golf. If and when he did come, something was going to 'happen. The head of the firm sat very up- right in, his big leather chair. He motioned . old Stevens to a seat, and cleated his throat partentiously. Thomas put hisbands firmly on his, trembling 'knees and prepared for the worst. But he wee ,glad he -was go- ing to hear his sentence from the chief himself. After 'all, they had g13 wn old so- gether: Hfs mind ran hack downthe years. When first he had secured a post at Olympic House. Mr. John used to drive up. in a handsome cab. EIow marry yeal's•ago would that be? Then hecame back to the present with a, jolt. One old man was talk- ing to another old man, brusquely, confidentially, and a spiracle had hap- eened. "'You mean—but you don't really mean—sir?" he faltered. "Surely.' 01 course, in the main agree with my younger• directors; the firm must move with the trines: The wharf ib a thing of the past, and the. new =factory buildings are a step foi•- 'ward. Also this office is now too isolated to be of any great uao. The export busies n scan easily be trans, ferr•ed to a head office. • "At the same time, I cannot agree that we should dispense with your services, Stevens, with the rest. We need someone with experience at the transport depot. Perhaps later you Could have an office laad tel assist you. We'll, seer„ Old Stevens made a desperate ef- fort to say seinething, but his voice trenibled'in his throat, and the chief Went on easily: ! ' "The transport depot is a good mile from the neve' factory. Quite a rural district. Not married, I be- lieve, Stevens? ITrii! A pity. Be- cause I fancy there is a cottage:a- vailable—but, of course, you won't need that. Well, no doubt you'll find decent lodgings in the village. • "Nice' county - Kent! Orchards and market gardens and a decent ,stream close by. A spot of fishing at the week -end, Stevens? And,. well away, from London fog. A good idea when a man's getting on. Not as young as we used to be, eh?" The chief ehuckled pleasantly. "Well, `that's how it is. I must have somebody really reliable in the transport depot, as .it's' more or less isolated:" ' Qlil Stevens swayed .a little in his chair, It didn't ,seem possible, even" now. No more dingy lodgings, across the river; no more' Waiting for crowd- ed trams on cold wet mornings; no more stifling city air when his soul cravedfor wind-swept' spaces, . Nervously he tried to convey a little of all he felt. "That's- all 'right, Stevens. I un- derstand! Quite! Perhaps you'll ac- cept in Writing. Matter of form. Write tonight and, P11 lay the letter before my directors to -morrow. But —ei'—I—may as well. tell you, Simi - .ens, Mr. Regnald has strongly urg- er' the claims of a younger roan for this post, and had it been that you didn't care for further responsibil- ity---". Old Chesworth wagged a fat pink finger• in the direction of the general office. • Thomas nodded seriously. "Anybody in particular, might I ask„ sir "Well, there are one Lor two decent young fellows suitable, I believe, Chivers, Wayne and Selby in :parti- cular, I understand. However, I' had to let my juniors know ,that I still hold the reins, and I believe in age end experience!" Mr. Chesworth waved his hand with dignity. Old 'Stevens retitled again.. Thus they dismissed the claims of the younger men. Selby — Wayne — Chivers. Slim, pale, city -bred youths, with varnish- ed hair and slangy speech. Very or- dinate,' fellows. Stevens didn't really know them. Didn't want to, come to that. He could scarcely tell one frons the other, All cut out to the same pattern—these modern young men! Anyway, Mr, Chesworth had made his ehoice, quite properly. The others won!d have to carve our: their own opportunities. And doubtless they would 'prefer to cling to the City. The old chief rustled the papers on his desk, "And now I suppose I must have. a word with the ethos!. Thank you, Stevens!" • Thomas went quietly back to his desk. Presently there were, many comings and goings between the pri- vate room and the general office.' Well, it eouldn'li be helped. Lite was full of ups and downs, he re- flected grimly. But he. purposely a- voided meeting the others for the rest of the clay. He could imagine their anxious eyes and bitter: mouths. And If anything did leak out, it wasn't' going to be very pleasant to hear their satirical congratulations, Onee : again - he thought of the sweet -scented countryside, t h e stream and the fishing', and, a corn- fortable jobof work, safe anti se- cure, as, life jogged quietly downhill. He was still, thinking about it when the day's work was clone, and he was carefully packing his ledgers away before leaving. The. others had all - gone before him. He heard their footsteps echo- ing down the corridor:• Presently he walked along to the lift with a firm, : almost youthful stride and rising spirits. It was good to be alive, after all, even thought one Was nearing—well, • never mind about, that. He hadn't felt this way for years. As he pressed the bell and waited, tender, memories, ,which time had marvellously lifted from the wreck- age of bereavement, stirred again in his heart. If only Julia could have been with him now! They'd • have moved to the country together, and shared 'the sweet serenity : of life's: evening. Only—that was not right—or fair to Julia—he reminded himself. He - :cause he couldn't think of her as olcl. She had passed on with the de- licate, bloom of youth upon her, and for ever now she would be young. The lift stopped with a jerk, and the gate swung back in its oileei groove: ' "Good -evening, Mr. Stevens!" aid the lift girl. "G.00d--eveningl" said old Stevens. And he meant it.. When, he glanced at her with quick concern. Good -evening, eh? Bad evening, more likely! "Anything the matter, Molly?" he asked kindly. Her ,blue eyes were clouded, and there Was .a decided droop to her red mouth. But her chin lifted gallantly: "No, No, really, Mr. Stevens. • It's nothing. Life's all ups and downs, Isn't it?" The lift reached ground -floor level swiftly -and smoothly, . And then, she remembered ;something.' "Oh, Mr. Stevens — 1' don't` know whether :you 'ever go to the pictures? Those advertising people on the first floor• gave me a peat for the six,fif- teen show at the Pallaseum, and I can't get away..."; Been -altered to late than at the last minute, worse 111..cic! But if you like to use the ticket—" Ah! : Now • he understood: Of course, she was disappointed 16 lose her evening's .pleasure! Enough • to Blake a girl look glum. But she was a kind-heairted little thing. He would certainly miss her swift, bright smile in the'days which were coining. He took the vinic stir with a quiet I 1 word of thanks.' He hadn't been in- side a cinema for—how long? He really couldn't:remeeiber. •But this. was a great day, so why not:do some thing Unusual'? Molly's handed -ori treat was opportune• The City bus set him clown at the glittering entrance of the pellasemn in time for the 5.15 show; And once again his old eyes glinted with pleas- ure. This was his rooky day! Shake - Spore, and the sweetest love story in the world. Oid Stevens passed into the luxurious smokiness of the cin- ema, and dropped into, s. velvet seat. • Presently 'he clecidecl that filmland had taken liberties with the story, although, happily, some of the poetry remained.. Onee again Old Stevens' thoughts were rushing .back to those glamor- ous days gone' by., Flow Julia lied loved this story! Evenings bythe fire= -that first and only winter they had together. He read the lovely, lilting words to her as she sat beside hint sewing. They had planned so much happi- ness, and had hoped fol• Tom's great chance :at business to come soon. Advancement had been long pronus- ad. But the winter• had, grown more Severe,. and older• men seized ail chances and held tight. So young Stevens worked, on for a pittance, while his elders sneered at the rre- providenee of early marriage. 'And the pittance had 'proved ' in- sufficient for the needs of his bitter hour. Young happiness had wither- ed. The fila went on. Old Stevens' thoughts were' far away, but the people tound him sniffed softly and flicked their eyes furtively. And somewhere behind an indignant young voice observed in 0 petetrat- ing aside: "Rather sickening, isn't it?' The old brigade upsetting everything like that! Suppose they always get in the way if they can! After all, they've had their day"' Old Stevens stumbled out into the dark' blue of London's night, and climbed on his bus. His brain was 1n a turmoil.' Other people's words were jumbled in his mind along with his own thoughts. He could hear them speaking, In their hour of desperate need Julia had said "If we live to be old, Tom, we'll always snake things easy for. the young ones! We won't be cruel and stand in their way, my dear!" Old Chesworth had said: "If you don't cure for the responsibility, Stevens —: of course — one of the younger men—" And thatgii;l behind,, in the cinema "Sickening, isn't it? After all, they've 'had their days" Finally he remembered 'the lift- girl's rueful: "Life's alt ups and downs, Mr. Stevens!" Somehow, her pitifully brave smile linked up with W1 the rest. "What's to do about it?" he mut- teed, ae the bus jolted across the bridge. Then suddenly he saw his path shining before him; understood what' Julia had meant more than forty years ago. • ' A little later he walked slowly up the dingy oilclothed stairs to his room, but there was determination M his tread. He had a letter to write straightaway Next evening old Stevens was last to leave again. He felt very old and tired as he went slowly along to the lift, One more week, and then he. would ring to be taken down for the Last time ever. The lift cane up and the gate slid back, and Molly greeted him with a dimpling smile, . "Olt, Mr.:Stevens!" she cried ex- citedly. "I ,hoped it would be you;. I wanted to see you terribly. Down they *}vent quickly, and in the deserted entrance hall she began her breathless explanations. . "You see, Mr. Stevens, yesterday I felt -oh, simply awful abort your, office. closing down! Of coarse, I was sorry for the rest of you, but but I felt as if I'd come to the end of everything because—you see, it hie ale—personally." "Indeed.?" remarked old Stevens vaguely. . "Yes, You, see, we've had an un- derstanding' for More than a year— Jackand I. You' know Jack, Mr. Stevens? The good-looking• boy in your office!". Oki Stevetas shook his head, and yet tried not to he too discouraging. As fat, as he was aware, there were no good-looking boys in the office. Only gloomy young ,nen,; with doubt- ful complexions and modern slang. "Yes! Of course you know Jack Selby!" Molly dimpled gaily. "Really it was through you that we first be - cerise' acquainted. • One morning last' year you didn't turn up, and Jack mentioned to ale that he was afraid you had taken a chill; and then we both said how much we liked'you, and----,> Old Stevens nodded:' "That was very nice Of you; I'rn DOINGS IN THE SCOUT WORLD Records of Scout correspondence at the International Bureau, London, show that 90 Boy Scouts of Notting- ham are exchanging' .letters with 94. Scouts in trine foreign countries, Couldn't Buy So Made a Scout Uniform A complete Scout uniform made froh olcl sugar bags dyed blue more than won the Scout Tailor's Proficien- cy Badge for Scout N. Speevak of the University . Settlement ' Trooi , Montreal,, 'Inspecting' Scout 'officials declared the snit "equal toq any offi- sure!" And a pang of ''regret string him because he had never ..troubles to !firmer understand Selby in return. 'Molly laid a small brown -gloved ]land on his'sleeve while she - went on breathlessly: "Last night we saw nrhing but heartbreak and move waiting in front of us,, but now something really won- derful has turned up ' for Jaek. I suppose, atter all, the firm saw he was the Most go-ahead and capable man they had—" "Well?" Thomas prompted, with a faint smile, though, of course,- he, knew what was coming. Molly went on then, almost in- coherent with happiness. Such a lovely 'job. Clerk to the transport de- pot of the .firm, near the newfac- tory, down .in Kent. Then she paus- ed for a shy moment before she add- ed:' "And now, Mr, Stevens; . don't think I'm forward — or anything bet I know how it is with you. I mean, getting the sack — and every- thing. And I wanted so terribly to ask you— You see, we're getting Married quite soon, and 1 haven't any relations except an aunt and uncle in Wales, "Jack hasn't anybody, either•. And we both think so much of you, Ansi I remembered how you've sometimes said that London lodgings are lonely. We're to have a sweet little cottage and garden' near the 'river — and I thought maybe—" Dimly oltl Stevens saw unbelievable happiness coming very near', "I thought if you'd like the little spare worn with us! They'll be Wanting help in the transport office a , bit later on. But meanwhile there'd be the garden and the river —if you fancied fishing, and—" The lift -bell rang sharply, and Molly sprang back to duty. "So — would you think it over, Mr. Stevens? Going up! O.K.!" • Through a mist of happiness nisi Stevens watched the lift glide up- wards. Life was all ups and downs, eh? But, he was going up!—London Ans- wers.,, sial uniform which less ingenious Scouts purchase," Anthony Eden Thanks 'Scouts Appreciation of the punctuality, zeal and intelligence of Scout mes- sengers provided at very short notice Lor the meeting of the Council of the League of Nations at 8t, James' 'Pa- lace, London, was expressed by An- thony Eden. Holland To Issue Boy Scout Stamp Ais postage saec tpostigestamp will be issued by the Netherlands govern- ment in 1.937 to marls the holding in that country of the5thInternationalo c y 5 Boy Sega ;Jamboree. Special stamps have similarly. marked Scout gather- ings in Siam, Roumania and Hun - gory, the latter in connection with the World Jamboree of 1933. Mysore. Scout Laws Disregard Caste That the brotherhood code of the Boy Scouts of India is an 'active agency in' breaking, down caste ,lines is indicated in the Phrasing rg of the 4113 Scout Law for the Scouts of My- sore: "A Scout is a friend to all and a brother to every other Scout, no matter to what social class, caste, race or religion the other belongs." 1,000 English Rovers Gather ., An. English Midland Oounties lio- er Scout gathering in May at Pat - shell Paris, home of the late Earl of Dartmouth, will bring together ' 1,000 of these senior Scants from Stafford- shire, Shropshire, Worcestershire, Warwickshire, Leicestershire, Glouc- estershire; Herefordshire, • Cheshire, Derbyshire, Nottinghamshire, Oxford shire and Wales: ALL-TIME A'ID "Yes, this book will do half your work.", "Okay, '1.'11 take two of thein." T The L� L CIIii higher guidon in price of changed. the white lead the uadera no affected ged. 4uality, which re has N ofthese ast shy you have been h pins not f ed Bad to protection is ef mous brands, beauty and pay top paints than evto er for taking gallon A he p ice Insist a chance there 's less reasan supply yo getting sto one of tit on other Yre re in Your vfc nitamous CAN sr! y that .f �A }.ii1iVi,, p a X11 OUR .3„....,..„z!„,:;.,.4 ......., r fe ASK! ASK! AS ! —He who asks most gets most. There is no escaping this truth. It is something like the tortoise and the hare. The race in business is not to the swift, nor to the clever, nor to the. brilliant Man, but to the magi who is most diligent—to the man who keeps en doing his plain duty. —You are a retailer. You want to get on, You want to swell each day's sales. Well, you will sell more each day if you ask! ask! ask! buyers to buy your goods. —You can hardly go round canvassing homes and buyers face to face. This practice would be too costly, though undoubtedly would he effective, But you can use newspaper advertising; in this way you can do your asking for business. You are not required by the buying public to do smart. advertising. The public doesn't like smart or clever advertising. The public just wants to be informed about what you have to sell; and if you will add reasons why the public should buy what you offer; then you will get more custom- ers. The public wants information, and it won't object to a little urging. Spending motley is for'the most persons quite a serious :business, and so they like retailers'. advertisements to be plain, straightforward statements of fact. Tho Clintoll ews-Boeord A .FMB MEDIIJM FOR ADVERTISING—READ ADS IN THIS I SV& PHONE 4