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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1937-02-25, Page 2-PAGE 2 THE 'CLINTON' 1' EWS,RECOf! 2'HTJE, .i FEB. 25, 1937 ' The Clinton News -Record With which is incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS Of SUBSCRIPTION $1.60 Per vear in advance, to Cana- dian addresses, $2.00 to the U.S. or tither foreign countries. -No paper'. discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the option of the publish- er, The date to which every sub- scription is paid „is' denoted on the Label. ADVIHtTISING RATES' - Tran- sient advertising 12e per 'count line for first insertion. 8c for each sub- sequent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines, Small advertisements not to exceed one inch, such as "Wanted," "Lost," "Strayed," etc„ inserted once for 36c,, each subsequent insertion' 16c. Rates for display' advertising made known, on application.' Communieations intended l for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the' writer. G. E. HALL Proprietor. • IL T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial, Real Estate and Fire In- euranee Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurane# Companies. Division Court ,Office; Clinton Fratlk Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Pnbliic' Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — Gluten, Ont. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street. (Few 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, G3lrinton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate and Satisfaction Guaranteed. THE McIIILLOP 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. Broadfoot, Brucefield; James Sholdiee, Walton; William Knox, Londesboro; George Leonhardt, Dub- lin; John E. Pepper, Brucefield; James Connolly, Goderich; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex. McEwing, Blyth. List of Agents: W. J. Yeo, Clin- ton, R. R. No. 3; James 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 be promptly attended to on applica- inn to any ,of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. CANADIAN NATIONAL -RA WAYS. TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart 7.03 a.m. Going East, depart 3.00 p.m. Going West, depart 12.02 p.m. Going West, depart 10.08 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce Going North, ar. 11.34, lye 12.02 p.m. Going. South 3.08, p.m. Ancient Customs Lingers On Early Church Started Fish Habit that Persists to This Day. Fishermenfrom the Atlantic to the Pacific are hopeful that the present effort of the Canadian Gevermnent to promote the consumption of Canadian fish will result in people eating more fish throughout the week rather than confining this delicacy to Fridays. Though fish has been eaten as a food since prehistoric times, the early Christian Church decreed that no meat should be eaten on Fridays and fast days but that fish might be sub- stituted. From that arose a practice that has persisted down to the pre- sent time and has led people of every denomination to associate fish with Friday often to the virtual exclusion of other days. LO ST P$INCJ By Frances Hoo son Burnett; 9 CHAPTER 1 The New Lodgers At No. 7 Philibert Place There are many dreary and dingy rows of ugly houses in certain parts of London, but there certainly could not be any rowmore ugly pr dingier than- Philibert Place. There were stories that it had once been More attractive, but that had been so long ago that no one remembered the time. It stood back in its gloomy, narrow strips of 'uncared-for,' smoky gardens, whose broken iron railings were sup- posed to protect it from the surging traffic of a road which was always roaring with the rattle of busses, cabs, drays, and vans, and the passing of people who were shabbily dressed and looked as if they were either go- ing to hard work or corning from it, or hurrying to see if they could find some of it to do to keep themselves from going hungry. The brick fronts of the houses were blackened with smoke, their window's were nearly all dirty and hung with dingy curtains, or had no curtains at all; the strips of ground, which had once been in- tended to grow flowers in, had been trodden down into bare earth in which even weeds had forgotten to grow. One of them was used as a stone -cut- ter's yard, and cheap monuments, crosses, and slates were set out for sale, bearing inscriptions beginning with "Sacred to the Memory of." An- other had piles of old lumber in it, another exhibited second-hand furni- ture, chairs witn unsteady legs, sofas with horsehair stuffing bulging out of holes in their covering, mirrors with blotches or cracks in them. The insides of the houses were as gloomy as the outside. They were all ex- actly alike. In each a dark entrance passage led to narrow stairs going up to bedrooms, and to narrow steps going down to a basement kitchen. The back bedroom looked out on small, sooty, flagged yards, where thin cats quarreled, or sat on the cop- ing of the brick walls hoping that sometime they might feel the sun; the front rooms looked over the noisy road, and through their windows carne the roar and rattle of it. It was shab- by and cheerless on the brightest days, and on foggy or rainy ones it was the most forlorn place in Lon- don. According to leading executives of the fishing industry, this habit is not only harmful to the industry but is robbing people of many advantages. If the people eat more fish through - nut the week, they would be assured of fresher fish and they would get it at lower prices. The increasedde- mand for the products of sea, lake and river would give an impetus to the whole industry and, while retail prices to the public would drop, the price to,the fisherman would increase, owing to the lessening of the present overhead caused by the public habit of eating fish mostly on Fridays. Not only the fishing industry but the medical profession are behind the move to encourage people to eat more fish throughout the week. Many medical columnists of newspapers Gaye gone on record as to the nutri- tive and healthful value of fish. With its richness in proteins, minerals and other elements, they say,, fish is an important article of diet, as nourish- ing as other foods and more easily ;di- gested.. 'At least that was what one boy thought as he stood near the iron railings watching the passers-by on the morning on which this story be- gins, which was also the morning af- ter he had been brought by his fath- er to live as a lodger in the back sit- ting room of the house No. 7. He was a boy about twelve years old, his name was Marco Loristan, and he was the kind of boy people look at a second time when they have looked at him once. In the first place, he was a very big boy—tall for his years, and with a particularly strong frame. His shoulders were broad and his arms and legs were long and powerful. He was quite used to hearing people say, as they glanc- ed at him, "What a fine, big lad!" And then they always looked again at his face. It was not an English face or an American one, and was very dark in coloring. His features were strong, his black hair grew on his head like a mat, his eyes were large and deep set, and looked out be- tween thick, straight, black lashes. He was as un -English a boy as one could imagine, and an observing person would have been struck at once by a sort of silent look expressed by his whole f ace, a look which suggested that he was not a boy who talked much. This look was specially noticeable this morning as he stood before the iron railings. The things he was thinking of were of a kind likely to bring to the face of a twelve -year-old boy an unboyish expression. He was thinking of the long, hur- ried journey he ,and his father and their old soldier servant, Lazarus, had made during the last few days — the journey from Russia. Cramped in a close third-class railway carriage, they had dashed across the Continent as if something important or terrible were driving them, and here they were, settled in London as if they wre going to live forever at No. 7 Philibert Place. He knew, however, that though they m ight stay a year, it was just as probable that, in the middle of some night, his father or Lazarus might waken him from his sleep and. say, "Get_rtp-dress your- self quickly. We must go at once." 3 A few days later, he might be in St. Petersburg, Berlin, Vienna, or Buda- pest, huddled away in some poor little house s shabby and comfortless as No. 7 Philibert Place. He passed his hand over his fore- head as he thought of it and watched the busses. His strange life and his close association with his father had made him much older than his years, but he was only a boy, after all, and the mystery of things sometimes weighed heavily, upon him, and set him 'to deep wondering.' In not one ofthe many countries he renew had he ever meta boy whose life was in the least like his 'own, He rose'from his seat and went to Other boys had homes` in which 'they 'a. corner of the room . He knelt spent year after year;' they went to down, turned back the carpet, lifted school regularly, and played with oth- a plank, and took something from er boys, and talked openly'of the beneath it. It was a sword, and, as things which happened- to them, and he came back to Marco, he drew it the journeys they made. When he out from <'its sheaths The, child's remained in a place long enough to strong little body stiffened and make friends, he knew he must never drew itself up, his large, deep eyes forget that his whole existence was a flashed. He was to take his oath of sort of secret whose safety depended allegiance upon a sword as if he were upon his own silence and discretion. a man. He did not know that his. This was because of the'promises small hand opened and shut with a he had ni tide to his father, and they fierce understanding grip because had been the first thing he remem those of his blood had for long cem bered. Not that he had. ever regret- turies past carried swords and fought ted anything connected with his lath- with them. er. He threw his black head up as he thought of that. None of the oth- Loristan gave him the big bared er boys had such a father, not one of weapon, and stood erect before him. them. His father was his'idol and his "Repeat these words after me sen- tenceehief. He had scarcely ever seen him by, sentence!" he commanded. when his clothes had not been poor And as he spoke them Marco cent and shabby, but he'• had also never oed each one loudly and clearly, seen him when, despite his worn coat The sword is my hand—for Sam - and frayed lipen, he had not stood out aval Sam - among all others as more distinguish- "The heart in my breast—for Sam - ed than the most noticeable of them. avia! When he walked down a street, peo- "The swiftness of my sight, the ple turned to look at him even often- thought of my brain, the life of my er than they turned to look at Marco, life—for Samavia. and the boy felt as if it was not "Here grows a man for Samavia. merely because he was a big man "God be thanked!" with a handsome, dark face, but be- Then Loristan put his hand on the cause he looked, somehow, as if he child's shoulder, and his dark face had been born to command armies, looked almost fiercely proud. and as if no one would think of disob- eying him. Yet Marco had never seen him command any one, and they had always been poor, and shabbily dres- sed, and often enough ill -fed. But whether they were in one country or another, and whatsoever dark place they seemed to be hiding in, the few people they saw treated him with a sort of deference, and nearly always "From this hour," he said, "you and I are comrades at arms." And from that day to the one on which he stood beside the broken iron railings of No. '7 Philibert Place, Mar- co 'had not forgotten for one hour. CHAPTER II A Young Citizen of the World stood when thy were in his presence, rayless he bade them sit down. He had been in London more than "It is because they know he is a once before, but not to the lodgings patriot, and patriots are respected," in Philibert Place. When he was the boy had told himself. brought a second or third time to a town or city, lie always knew that the He himself wished to be a patriot, house he was taken to would be in a though he had never seen his own quarter new to him, and he should country of Samavia. He knew it well, not see again the people he had seen however. His father had talked to before. Such slight links of ac - him about it ever since that day when quaintance a s sometimes formed he had made the promises. He had themselves between him and other taught him to know it by helping him children as shabby and poor as him - to study curious detailed maps of it self were easily broken. His father, —maps of its cities, maps of its however, had never forbidden him to mountains, maps of its roads. He make chance acquaintances. He had, had told him stories of the wrongs in fact, told him that he had reasons done its people, of their sufferings for not wishing him to hold himself and struggles for liberty, and, above aloof from other boys. The only fall, of their unconquerable courage. barrier which must exist between When they talked together of its his -i them must be the barrier of silence. tory, Marco's boy -blood burned and concerning his wanderings f r o m leaped in his veins, and he always country to country. Other boys as knew, by the look in his father's eyes, poor as he was did not make con - that his blood burned also. His coun-'istant journeys, therefore they would trymen had been killed, they had been miss nothing from his boyish talk robbed, they had died by thousands-, when he omitted all mention of his. of cruelties and starvation, but their When he was in Russia, he must souls had never been conquered, and, speak only of Russian places and through all the years during which Russian people and customs. When more powerful nations crushed and he was in France, Germany, Austria, enslaved them, they never ceased to or England, he must, do the same struggle to free themselves and stand thing. When he had learned Eng - unfettered as Samavians had stood lish, French, German, Italian, and centuries before. j Russian he did not know. He had `‘Why do we not live there?" Mar- seemed to grow up in the midst of co had cried on the day the promises changing tongues which all seemed • were made. "Why do we not go back familiar to him, as languages are and right? When I am a man, I will familiar to children who have lived be a soldier and die for Samavia." I with them until one scarcely seems "We are of those who must live for Tess • familiar than another. He did Samavia—working day and night," remember, however, that his father his father had answered; "denying had always been unswerving in his' ourselves, training our bodies and attention to his pronunciation and souls, using our brains, learning the method of speaking the language of 1 things which are best to be done for any country they chanced to be liv- our peoplo and our country. Even ing iiia exiles may be Samavian soldiers -7i "You must not seem a foreigner in am one, you must be one.' any country,' he had said to hi m. "It "Are we exiles?" asked Marco. "Yes," was the answer. "But even is necessary that you should not. But if we never set foot on Sainavian when you are in England, you must any - soil, we must give our lives to it. I not know French, of German, or have given mine since I was sixteen. thing,butnce, English, I shall give it until I die." Once, when he was seven or eight "Have you never lived there?" said years old, a boy had asked him what Marco. his father's work was. "His own father is a carpenter, and 'A strange look shot across his „ father's face. he asked me if my father was one, "No," he answered, and said no Marco brought the story to Loristan. more. Marco, watching him, knew "I said you were not. Then he asked Ire must not ask the question again. if you were a shoemaker, and another The next words his father said one said you might be a bricklayer was about the promises. Marco or a tailor—and I didn't know what quite a. little fellow seat the time, to tell them." He had been out play- wasbut he understood the solemnity of ing in a London street, and he put a them, and felt tht he was being hon - arm, little hand on his father's cr.ed as if he were a man. arm, and clutched and almost fierce - "When you are a man, you shall ly shook it. "I wanted to say that known all you wish to know,' Loristan you were not like their fathers,' not said. "Now ,you are a child, and at all. I knew you were not, though COLLEGIATE GRUIVIBLINGS Written Weekly by as Husky a Pair of Grumblers As You'd Wish To' Meet, Sad news again! Easter .exams start a week from today. That omin- ous notice is up on the blackboard once more. Weep for us, friends.. Our tears are: not sufficient unto our grief. your mind must not be burdened. you were quite as poor. You are not But you must do your - part. A child a bricklayer or a shoemaker, but a sometimes forgets that words may patriot— you could not be .only a be dangerous. You must promise bricklayer—you!"He said it grandly never to forget this. Wheresoever and with a queer indignation, his black head held up and his eyes an - you are, if you have playmates, you gry let about must remember to be silent many things. You must not speak Loristan laid his hand against his of what I do, or of the people who mouth. come to see me. You must not men- "Hush! hush!" he said. "Is it an tion the things in your life which insult to a man to think he may be a make it different from the lives of Carpenter or make a good suit of other boys. You must keep in your clothes? If I could make our clothes, mind that a secret, exists which' a we should go better dressed. If I chance foolish word might betray. were a shoemaker, your toes would You are a Samavian, and there have not be making their way into the been Samavians who have died a world as they are now." He was thousand deaths rather than betray'smiling, but Marco saw his head held a secret. You must learn to obey itself high, too, and his eyes were without question, as, if you were a glowing as he touched his shoulder. soldier. Now you must take your "I know you did not tell them I was oath of allegiance. " a patriot," he ended. "What was it Question: Why were our ,teachers so very, very jumpy, and nervous on Thursday and Friday? Why did they grow deathly pale, every time someone walked into the roam, and slammed the door. Why did they have the ket- tle in the teachers' room, singing mer- rily? Answer: The Inspector. Just two little words. Not even a complete sentence. Yet what a wealth of information they convey. Oh, well! It's all over now, and no one is any the worse for it. Mr. Wal- lace was young, very nice, and, we noticed, was thought quite good look- ing by certain of the'fair sex. Our Senior Boys' Oratorical Contest was postponed, until Wednesday, be- cause e cause every one seemed quite anxious to see the New Hamburg -Clinton hoc- key game Tuesday night. Maybe some of the Collegiate girls have a crush on that delicate, minute, little "matinee idol" defenceman, Sparrer. They have some very, very choice names for him, anyway. Ian Filshie has just returned to school, after a brief illness. Mr. Fines, sympathizing with him, said, "It is a serious thing, when Filshie gets sick, because there is so much of him to get sick!" And while we are on the subject of "Filshie's" we may relate to you a few of our observations con - you said to them?" "I remembered that you were near- ly always writing and drawing maps, and I said you were a writer, but I did not know what you wrote—and that you said it was a poor trade. I heard you say that once to LazarusI Was that right thing to tell them?" "Yes. You may always say it if you are asked. There are poor fel- lows enough who write a thousand different things which bring them little money. There is nothing strange in my being a writer." So Loristan answered him, and from that time if, by any chance, his father's means of livelihood were in- quired into, it was simple enough and true enough to say that he wrote to earn his bread. (Continued next week,) cutting these mighty 'men of Might from the fair abode of Hensel'. "Lit- tle" Filshie as Alexander is nick- named, ran into the room one after- noon, dressed in his very sporty over- coat, rubbers on feet, and lunch -box in hand. He promptly kicked "Big" Ian Filshie, and greeted him with the very kind remark, "Come on, Grand- pa, we must get home and milk those cows." "Very well, James," returned "Big" Filshie, "bring the limousine to the front entrance." The limousine "Big" Filshie referred to is that de- crepit, sputtering, old car he drives to our Collegiate. And while we are 'on the subject of cars let us quote a verse which a Ford -enthusiast sent us. A little bit of tin, A little bit of board, A little bit of gas, And then we have a Ford. diteg' sent, Fly from form to office, desk to board And thus my Musings stop, Art, glad? With most profound apologies to-, our dear friend of Shorter poems,' Milton. Mary had a little Iamb It's tail was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went— She took a bus. -Cuninghame- hoses are red, Violets are blue, I love you; And I'm glad the Inspector is gone too:. - A. Pupil. Little fishes inth brook They look, and look, and look: They play and play, all day they play. My sister rides a velocipede. —Satter - There was a man upon the stair The other day lie wasn't there. He wasn't there again today! Oh dear, I wish lie"d! go away! —"Rip" Match - When I was young The school -inspector, M. W. Wal- And had no sense lace, payed a friendly call on us last I sat at a.desk week, but judging by the kn the And learned nonsense' teachers' faces, you. wouldloothink it Taught by teachers, at the school, was Dracula. Every sound, opening Who preached to me the golden rule - of door, and scraping of feet called Now I am old, and wise as they for the blush act. Funny how such Who made me waste my time away. distinguished tutors should act so. —C Holmes. Still nature is strange and myster- ious . 'Neff said, and Au •vain:. This coming Friday evening, at the! hour of eight, there are two games of WHAT OTHER NEWS basketball scheduled for all interest- Q,APER� 'ARE SAYING ed. Two teams of boys and two girls' teams picked from our local hopefuls will tussle. After a dance is to fol- low . And here is the biggest surprise CHILDHOOD JOYS' of all, admission ten cents—only one Oh for the years of childhoods when dime. Still some people persistently it was possible to fall down the:stairs tell us that a dime is a very large three or four times, swallow a but - sum. Well, until we meet on Friday ton or two, consume a quantity of at eight, watch the Fords go by. food that was never sufficient, and still have a thoroughly enjoyable. day.—Kincardine Review -Reporter. In Writing News When I consider how my life is spent Ere four o'clock on Tuesday after- noon, When that expletive, which would play a tune On someone's high-flown pride Is lodged with pre useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith niy readers, lest they our musings chide. "Do they demand description, words denied? I fondly ask. But Clancy, to prevent That murmur„ soon replies, "I have a word." That fits him to perfection. That word Is "teacher"; thousands at their bid - THE BETTER BUSINESS MAN' The man who will do most to pro- long the prevailing easier business: conditions is the man who keeps a level head and who does a little bet- ter what he was already doing fairly well.—Exeter Times -Advocate. PENNY STAMPS? Hon. J. C. Elliott, postmaster -gen- eral, announced in the House of Com- mons that his department will show a surplus of three million dollars for the current fiscal year. Will that: warrant a return to the two cent let- ter rate?—Goderich Star. Advertisements are a guide to value Experts can roughly estimate the value of a produt by looking at it. More accurately, by handling and examining it. Its appear- ance, its texture, the "feel" and the balance of it all mean some- thing to their trained eyes and fingers. .n But no one person oan be an expert on steel, brass, wood,lea- tlzer; foodstuffs, fabrics, and all of the materials that make up a list of personal purchases. And even experts are fooled, sometimes, by concealed flaws and imperfections. There is a surer index of value than the senses of sight and touch —knowledge of the maker's name and for what it stands. Here is the most certain method, except that of actual use, for judging the value of any manufactured goods. Here is the only guarantee against careless workmanship, or the use of shoddy materials. * This is one important reason why it pays to read advertise - Monts and to buy advertised goods. The product that is advertised is worthy of your confidence. Merchandise must be good or it could not be consistently advertised. Bay advertised goods. The Clilltoll Nows-Roeord A FINE MEDIUM FOR ADVERTISING.READ ADS IN THiU ISSUE, PHONE `'