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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1934-06-28, Page 2'PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA t'irms of Subscription — 21.50 per year in advance, to Canadian ad- dressee $2.00 to the U.S. or oth- er. foreign countries, No paper I discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the Option of the publisher. The date to which every subscription is paid ie denoted on the label. V.dvertieing Rates. --Transient adver timet 12c per count line ,for first bastion. Se for each subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2 line:. Small advertisements, not to ex - coed one inch, such as "Wanted", "Lest," "Strayed," etc., inserted ones ger 85e, each subsequent in- sertion :15e.' Rates for display ad+ ver wins made known en applies - tine. dnfmanications intended for pub- lication feast, as guarantee of rood thslib. be teeompanied b7 the aeras .st tis. writer. Q% ?L 'BALL, M. R. GLARE, Proprietor. Editor. H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Pteancial, Real Estate and Fire In- surance Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies. Division Conn Ofilee, Canton. Frank Fingland,, B.A., LL.D. Rsrrister. Solicitor, Notary PAR, Successor to W. Brydone, $.C, Mea Blame — Clinton, Oat, DR. FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence: Ontario Street — Clinton, Ont. One door west of Anglican Church. Phone 172 Dyes Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. I3. A. McINTYRE DENTIST i Office over Canadian National I Express, Clinton, Ont. Phone, Office, 21; House, 80. DR. F. A. AXON Dentist Graduate of C.C.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D.S., Toronto, Crown and plate work a specialty. Phone 185, Clinton, Ont. 19-4-34. 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 dor Sales Date at The News-Itecord, Clinton, or by calling phone 103. Charges Moderate , and Satisfactior. Guaranteed, DOUGLAS R. NAIRN Barrister, Solicitor and Notary Public ISAAC STREET, CLINTON Office Hours: Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays -10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Phone 115 344. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: President, Alex, Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, James Con. molly, Goderich; secretary -treasur- er, M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Mex. Broadfoot, Seaforth, R. R. No. 3; James .Sholdice, Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Geo. Leonhardt, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1; John Pepper, Brucefield; James Connolly, Gode- rich; Robert Ferris, Blyth; Thomas 313oyian, Seaforth, R. R. No. 5; Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth, R. R. No. 4. Agents: W. J. Yeo, R.R. No. 8, Clinton; Jahn Murray, Seaforthi James Watt, Blyth; Finley McKer- cher, Seaforth. Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, .Seaforth, or at Calvin thftt's Grocer, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on appliea Mar to any of the above officers addressed to their reepectfve poet of flees. Losses inspected by the direo- ter' who lives nearest the scene CANADIAN NATIONAL RAILWAYS TIME TABLE Truism will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart 7.02 a.m. filiiag East depart g.00 pan. wing West, depart 11.50, ani. 4,11,12 Welt. depart 641 yar; LAadea. Bares E IIraei thing t'iorth, ar. 11.84. lve. i1$4a.m. WAS anti SAO » T THURS., JUNE 28, 1934 1c t t 1 J• BY AGNES LOUISE PROVOST Life was not real. It was a castle away! You've never been a quitter of lovely brittle glass, and it was before." cracking and splintering all around "But I've never," she found her, her. self arguing, "been in such a ghast. The girl in the cream -colored ly jam before." roadster tried to realize it in all its "If you go now, you can't come ugly. complications, tried to see her back, . You'll be giving up every- way through the bristling wreckage thing. All this that you've worked 'which had closed in on her. for. You can't ever go back to that.' Things didn't happen like that; "I know. That's all finished . - they simply didn't. Tosome per. she shook herself impatiently and haps, to the reckless and hardboiled swung the door open with a vigor-, who did things that .invited disaster: ous jab, lived on excitement and wild parties, The pocket of her light sports coat Not to girls who led normal, healthy bumped clumsily against her as she lives and did the usual pleasant, reg. stepped down. She stood very still reeable things, and were thrilled: to for a moment, with an odd, arrested pieces over their work and the glor- look on her face. Then she ,thrust ions chance of success in it. It her hand into the overloaded pocket could not happen. and drew out the thing which had But it had. What was she going weighted it down. to do about it? Starlight had all but vanished be - The girl kept haunted young eyes fore the stealing mist, but even in on the road ahead; mechanically ef• that obscurity it was a 'bright and fiicent while her thoughts darted and lovely trifle, a woman's jeweled bag, turned, hunting frantically for a extraordinarily 'full. The strained way out. • The speedometer needle catch must have been too hastily trembled at sixty, and slid back to snapped shut, for it yawned open at forty-five. She must not drive too a touch, and the bulging contents fast, and risk being stopped for oozed into view, Bills. The bag was speeding. Of all times, not now. fairly stuffed with them, high denom- Wlhat was she going to do? ination bills, tightly crammed in. For the first time the firm little The girl in the red beret stared at hands on the wheel • slackened and it soberly. It seemed to shook, but she steadied them again give her no resolutely. The roadster hummed pleasure, not even any particular softly on. The wind that rushed by sense of the risk she ran in carrying her face was sharp with the night such a sum with her, through, lonely chill and damp with the smell of the roads and at all hours' of the night: She just let the bag lie there oe her Pacific. Long fingers of light reach- open hand,• looking at it. ed out for her and were dimmed; a There was a faint aversion in that nondescript ear rattled past,' its dri- ver sending a curious glance at the smart roadster with the pretty girl at the wheel, alone. The air on her cheek was notice- ably wet, bringing its own message. A thin fog -was creeping in from the sea, Presently it would be thicker, a fleecy white blanket. She saw its woolly whiteness closing silently a- round a dark beach bungalow, miles back of her, shrouding it, hiding it, smothering sight and sound. There were no lights in that bun- galow, to beat through in a golden hidden behind a mass of shrubbery.. haze. She saw it as she had last "Lucky." she reflected, "that I was seen it, blank -windowed, dark and i all set to stay. . . . If there is any luck in such a miserable snarl as this." She slipped quickly into her seat again, and the engine's heavy purr cut abruptly into the' stillness. The roadster swung smoothly out of the shadowed drive and down toward the highway. The fog had thickened perceptibly and the road was dark, but she drove without lights. Time enough to switch those on. There must be no one who could remember; later, a distant glimpse of flaring lights. On the last turn she had a good view of the main road in both direc- tions. No dazzle of oncoming lights showed either way, blurring through the fog. She swept out into the highway, and her own came on. There was no placid strips of beach here; only rough ground and dark rocky headland, now £airh close, now farther away, dropping sheer. About an eighth of a mile beyond there should be a place where it jutted boldly into the sea. waste much grief over a motor cop There it was. A queer little tingle stalled by the roadside. And this 'went skipping over her as she was a pretty girl, pretty even for caught sight of it, vaguely outlined, this favored strip of the coast, where ]low much distance would se need? pretty girls flocked front all over the Ten—no, twenty feet before striking country. A little thing, with big the incline. It would be too danger - soft eyes and a red beret pulled at a ous beyond that. She brought the gallant angle over a small. dark car slowly to a standstill. Shut off head. Looped like a nice kid, for all the engine. - She was tearing around the country For a moment she sat listening. alone at this hour of the night. A every nerve alert. There was not swell car, too; it must have cost a a sound, except for the heavy mur- hatful of money. Later he was to mur of the sea below. Even though remember that car, and the girl who fog might muffle distant sounds, it had driven it. wasn't dense enougn yet to natter, He swung a sturdy leg over his She started the engine again. saddle. Her heart was beating fast as she "Better detour inland if you're go- stepped down, The roadster was ing far. The fog's getting thick back pointing at a strange angle. It look - there. Driving's going to be bad be- ed sosleek and beautiful, and she fore longi" let a hand rest on it softly, This "Thanks, I'll remember." was a shabby trick to play on a good She smiled, and the cream -color- friend, but it had to be done. She ed roadster slid past him. Fog, and would miss it, 'too. dangerous driving along the coast There was no time to be wasted. road. It was so very simple. She stepped up and leaned in, and • She had been up and down this her hands moved swiftly and compet- road a score of times since the new eptly.She gave a last tug and a roadster had been hers. She knew its hasty glance toward the naked ledge curves, its . grades, its ragged coast beyond. line. She knew, now, where she was The car lurched and started, and going. The speedometer needle crept left 'the smooth road with a protest- a little higher. ing heave. It was gathering speed, A road appeared, branching abliq- bumping over the uneven ground. uely from the main highway. Tall She ,jumped, staggered for a few trees marched along each side of it steps and fell. and a denser planting showed ahead. Huddled there on hands and knee; In the darkness beneath the trees panting but unhurt, she saw the big she brought the roadster to a stand- car strike the slope and go hurtling still, and let her hands drop from down, lurching, with lights flaring the wheel, toward the empty sea. On the .brink It was lucky that she had remem- it seemed almost to rear back, hung tiered this place. So accessible and for a split second and flashed downs yet so secluded, with no curious eyes' She saw it turning, and pressed her to see the queer preparations that hands to her ears against the grind- she had to make.: . Funny how ing crash of its fall wobbly she felt, now that she could The silence that followed was just drop back and let go... It would* blank and empty. She pulled her n't do. She must get herself in hand, hands down shamefacedly and found keep her head clear and her nerve the palms moist, , steady. "That's done!" she muttered shak It was not so easy. She seemed ily, and got to her feet. Herface to be two people, and one of them was a white patch against the dark was a sly, persistent imp which hov- nets. ered close to her ear, leering and She knew that she must hurry a - wheedling. • f way, before some belated motorist "You're running away! Rnnhint look. The palm tilted slowly, as though she meant deliberately to let that opulent roll slide to the dust at her feet. Then with a brief grimace of distaste she righted her hand a- gain, thrust the' bag deep into the' coat pocket and turned, a little blind- ly, back to the car. The girl looked very small beside the big car, very young and troubled. yet somehow determined, andevery move now was brisk and efficient, A vigorous tug, and a smart travel- ling case came out of the car—was furtive on its strip of sheltered beach. A silhouette against the pale rectan- gle of a door. A man's silhouette. Melories came like black wings, swooping down on her. Other things . things that were said. She didn't want to think of them. The road curved again. She saw a single light ahead, and her own headlights picked up a motorcycle drawn to one side of the highway, and a man in uniform bending over it. A motorcycle policeman. He looked up, with a professional eye on the oncoming car She wanted to step on the gas and go roaring past him, but she didn't, Somehow she stopped. Somehow she kept her voice cool and natural. "Any trouble, officer? Can I call up a garage for you—or anything?" "Why no, lady. Much obliged." The man in uniform was disillu- sioned and hardboiled, but he grin- ned appreciatively at the small crea-I tore competently offering help. Dri- vers of speedy cars didn't usually red beret had ceased to exist, and, her flitting ghost must not be seen, I:ow queer it seemed . there was- n't any such girl any more. A dusty train jolted steadily through empty country. It was a short train, only three coaches and a baggage ear, and the coaches had left their first youth far behind. But this was a branch line, crawling long miles out of the beaten track of the big transcontientals, and Number Twelve's patrons did not expect the. pampered ease of, Pullman and din- ing car. -• About midway of the last car a girl sat looking out of the window. The outlook was not particularly in- teresting, that she should 'be do ab- sorbed in it. Sand and low 'bushes, endlessly slipping by. A distant peak. A smear of blue which might be still more distant mountains. Sand bushes, sand. The girl hadn't seen a house for miles. The scattered half dozen of her fellow passengers •looked at her with undeniable frequency, partly because she was the pleasantest thing there was to look at in their whole jour- ney, and partly from a healthy cur- iosity. • Strangers, and praticular!y strangers as pretty as that, did not often travel on Number Twelve. The girl felt that friendly scru- tiny. She had been restless under any interested glance for days, and it was not merely interest in the harsh waste beyond the 'window which kept her face so steadily turn- ed that way. She wondered, with a prickle of uneasiness, what newspa• per people saw out here. Newspapers! She turned a little further toward the window, remem. bering 'a terrifying, heart -squeezing day when she had last heard them cried on the streets of a big city. What a morning that had been! The cheerful Saturday crowd thronga ing the downtown street, jamming good-naturedly at the crossings;. newsboys shouting their wares; peo- ple buying them, talking about some- thing that had just happened. Her-, self' among them, feeling curiously unreal as she handed over her pen- nies, and rather small and quaking as she looked at a front page splash. ed with headlines and pictures. Her picture. Feeling all chilly and gone inside, even though the face on the front page was so different from that of the girl on the street, with her hair pulled forward in loose, darts waves under a low -brimmed hat, Putting nervous finger tips up to framing hair, to make sure that it completely hid the uncomfortable strips off adhesive which gave her eyes and eyebrows that Iong, un- familiar tilt. Wondering if the tiny pads under her Hp were still properly in place, and if they really did change her mouth as much as she had thought—and then passing a long mirror and seeing a queer look- ing stranger there. Thanking her stars — her one reamining star ---. that she had learned how to do such things, Hurrying at last to a rail- road station, to get as far away as she could before another day came. In the nearly empty station, with an hour's wait for her train she had sat in a secluded corner and read the paper from the first page to the last. It had been rather ghastly. AIt those pictures of a girl who was sup- posed to be dead and mustn't ever come back to life again; insets of other people whose lives had touched hers; a snapshot taken from a boat, showing curling waves against e cliff's dark background, black, ragge( rocks thrusting out of the water, and sprawled helplessly on one of them the twisted, shattered wreckage of a car. It was news. There had been sev- eral columns about it. Reports, conjectures, interviews. A motor- cycle policeman had testified to meet- ing a young lady in that same road- ster and warning her about the thic!o- ening fog. No, there had been noth- ing in the young lady's manner to indicate any suicidal intent. One thing had puzzled her badly. There had been all this about one roadster found wrecked at the bas of a cliff, but not one line in the whole story about the thing she had feared most. How could that be sup- pressed? The man across the aisle was say- ing something to another man sever, al seats back. Everybody here seem- ed to know everybody else. Perhaps it would have been better, after all, to have buried herself in a big city. One can be lost so quickly in the shifting crowds. But there would be. always the tingling expectancy of seeing someone she knew some day or someone who knew her. Inshop or office, in restaurant, or on a crowded street. She wasn't going to be actually to town. It was some miles out of 'this town of Marston, whatever that was like, at the end of a long private road, the agent had admitted. She had named it already. Trail's End. She liked the sound of that. Remote. ness. Safety. ,Home. And work, of course. Marston Station baked .in the af- ternoon sunshine. Northeast and southwest the long lino of rails wink. ed and flashed to a disappearing glimmer. Southward, beyond the limits 'of the little town, dun -colored desert sand stretched on and on, suit- came uit came by and saw her. - A girl in a , mering with heat and .dotted* aparsely with the low, greyed brush of the waterless Iands. To the north and northwest lay a similar stretch, cut off obliquely by an abrupt line of bills. (Continued next week) DOINGS IN THE SCOUT WORLD There are Boy Scout units in 107 Toronto churches and 27 public schools. Harry Lauder Gives Boy Scouts , a Tip—Verbally That !'enthusiasm is the thing" was the "tip" given at a rally of Boy Scouts of Dumbartonshire by Sir Harry Lauder. "You will never be anything in the world unless you have got enthusiasm," the famous comedian declared. For Harassed Organizers Scene: Headquarters tent at the Leicestershire Scouts Jamboree at Belvoir Castle. Time: Right in the thick of things: Enter deminutive Scout, Proceeds to the most impor- tant and busiest table, and speaks: "Please, Sir, have you found my po- tato crisps? I've lost them." Toronto's Mingling of the Nations As an example of the mingling of nationals in our large cities, the roll of the Scout Troop of the Church of All Nations, Toronto, shows Norwegian, Polish, Finnish, German and British boys, and such mixed parentage as Swabian -German. Polish - Irish, German -Hungarian Russian-Ukranian and Jugo-Slav and German. South African Scouts Can Deal With Snake Bite South African Boy Scouts are prepared for emergencies peculiar to their country. When a young girl passing through bush near a Scout camp was bitten by a deadly snake, Patrol Leader McLean of a Jagers- fontein Scout troop caught up a snake -bite outfit and responded in- stantly to her cries. He applied a tourniquet, lanced the wound, suckJ ed out the poison, and applied per- manganate. The semi-conscious girl was rushed to a doctor for serum, and finally recovered. The Scout's prompt and efficient action was cre- dited with saving the girl's life. WHAT OTHER NEWSPAPERS ARE SAYING CAUGHT FINE TROUT George Mines caught a beautiful trout recently. It measured 15 in- ches long and weighed 22 oz: Nat' many trout this size are caught in this district these days. --- Wingham Advance -Times. SLATTERNS LEAVE MESS The picnic season is now on. Be sure to clean up any refuse before you leave the spot and not spoil the pleasure of others who are picnic bound. Those who are particular in their own homes are sure to leave the picnie grounds in good shape. They stop to think of the man who owns the property and also of the beauties of nature.—Listowel Banner. GAVE MUCH FREE ADVERTIS- ING TO HEPBURN Mr. Hepburn, Liberal leader, may not be a Solomon yet, but he is the most outstanding political personal- ity since the days of Sir John A. MacDonaId and Sir Wilfrid Laurier, and when Mr. Henry and his Minis- ters fought the campaign over him instead of their record, they organ- ized a free advertising campaign that has been of inestimable value to him.—,Huron Expositor. • THE MAIN NEED It might be all right to light up the main highways, but a more effec- tive way of reducing the accident toll would be to keep drivers from be- coming "lit."—Hanover Post. The small boy—and his mother— who may at times despair over the cowlick in his hair which no amount of brushing will flatten into a sem- blance of order should take heart. Dr. D. T. Stewart, the physical anthrop- ologist of the Smithsonian Institution says that the presence of the spot where the hair grows in all directions at once is a badge of his membership in the human race. Monkeys, it seems, do not have cowlicks. Orangutans have hair which grows from the back forward, but the polls of other anthropoids are smooth and "streamlined." Johnny, in spite of all his tree - climbing and other apelike proclivit- ies at certain ages, is clearly human. --Detroit Free Press. THE LIBERAL LANDSLIDE An analysis of the vote in Ontario and Saskatchewan shows that the Liberal landslide in these two pro- vinces was not as great as would ap- pear by the number of members elect- ed Roughly, the, Liberal candidates in the Ontario election polled 569,000. votes and elected 65 members, while the Conservatives secured 483,000 votes to elect 17 members and the C.C.F. obtained 94,000 votes for one man returned. In other words, it re- quired only 8,500 votes to elect a Lib- eral candidate, while, it took some- thing over 28,000 votes to elect a Conservative and 94,000 to return a O,C,F.—London Free Press. NEW RAILWAY QUEEN VISITING CANADA Central Canada is to have a visit shortly from Miss Gracie Jones, daughter of a London, Midland and Scottish Railway laborer of Holy- head, bliss Jones has been chosen out of a large number of entrants as Britaires Railway Queen for 1934. This is an annual competition limited to daughters of employees in Bri- tain, the selection being made from photographs submitted by represen- tatives of the Royal Academy and the Institute of Painters in Water Color. Miss Jones was officially "Drowned" queen by Sir Josiah Stamp, Chairman of the Board of Directors of the L.M. & S., and John Bromley, General Secretary of the Associated Society of the Locomotive Engineers and Firemen, before sail- ing on the Cunard liner, Scynthia; for New York. She will also visit Chicago and Toronto and Montreal, sailing from the latter port upon the completion of her tour. Between Chicago and Montreal she will tra- vel on the famous International Lim- ited, which, like the famous L.M. do S. "The Royal Scot," set a world- wide record for fast, long-distance running, HURON COUNTY COUNCIL HOLD PICNIC AT BAYFIELD With a large attendance and fine weather prevailing, members of the Huron County Council, their wives and families, also ex -wardens, gath- ered at Harbor Paris, Goderich, on Saturday for their annual picnic. In the gathering were two mem- bers -elect to the legislature, C. A. Robertson, Huron -Bruce, and James Ballantyne, Huron. Both were kept busy acknowledging the congratula- tions of their friends. The speech- making reflected the very finest feel- ing and the two successful candidates both ex -wardens, congratulated War- den Elliott, defeated Conservative candidate in Huron riding, on his good sportsmanship. Games, races and a sumptuous supper helped to round out a most enjoyable afternoon. "inn is gohig to get Al °. RRIED" "YES! She's engaged to a nice boy. He's not making a big salary yet, but he's a hard worker. They'll have to be careful of Meir money, at firstt" Careful of their money! With a home to find, furniture to buy, marketing to learn ... with the thousand and one little emergencies to meet that newlyweds never dreamed of! . And a young Girl, inxperienced in these practical problems, is expected to be careful of her money! Ann will bless advertising. In the pages of this newspaper she will find the very experience she lacks—the advice she needs! It is when every penny counts that advertising gives its best ser- vice. The advertisements you read are valuable lessons in everyday economy. They help, as nathing else can, to make your dollar go the longest distance. For advertisments show you which article, at the price you are willing to pay, is going to suit you best. And the very fact that it is advertised is its guarantee that it will give you satis- faction after you; have bought it. The advertisements in this newspaper are a most valuable guide to wise buying. It pays to read them regularly. TI1E CLINTON NEWS -RECORD A FINE IKEDIVII TOR ADVEIRTISING—READ AAA. iii TRII • ;;;:11.'),i1 !.t is sun PHONE 4