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Home My WebLink AboutThe Clinton News Record, 1934-12-20, Page 2weeeleeeie5See. PAGE 2 Clinton Nevvn-Record with which' IN iliccrpcwated THE NEW ERA Feetsui o Subscriistion — $1.50 per year in advance, to Canadian ad- • dresses $2.00 to theU.S. or oth- •er f oreigr: eountriee. NO paPer • discontineed until all arrears are paid unless at the eption oe the Publisher. The date to welich esrery stibscription is paid is denoted . • MARGA/2k*r Zs SANGSTER the label. IMM•miPmart• 777"zi".',7 E CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS. DEC. 20, 1934 ' • ' T t Advertising Rates -e ransien adecet.- titling 12c per count line for first • SYNOPSIS • insertion. 8c for each subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2 line's. Small advertisements, not to ex- ceed one inch, such as "Wanted" "Lost," 'Strayed," etc., inserted ones for 35e'each subsequent in- sertion 15c. Rates for display ad" vertising made known on applica- time Communications intended for pub- lication must, aa a guarantee of good Int accompanied •by the name of the writer. B. IL HALL, M. R. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor, II. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial, Real Estate and Fire In- surance Agent. Riprementing 14 Fire Insurtince Companies. Division Court Office, Clinton. Frank Fingland, B.A. LL.B. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public: Successor to W. Brydone, Sloan Block • — Clinton, Gat, DR. FRED G. THOIV1PSON Office and Residence: Ontario Street — Clinton, Ont. One door west ce. Anglican Church Phone /72 &few Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. H. A. McINTYRE DENTIST Office over Canadian National 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, Maseage Office: Huion 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 liceneed Auctioneer for the County of Huron Correspondence promptly answered. immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at Tee News -Record, Clinton, or by calling phone 203. 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 pan, Phone 115 344. THE McICI3LLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, James Cons nolly, Goderich; secretary -treasur- er, M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Director: Alex. Broadfoot, Soaforth, R. R. No. 3; .Tames Sholdice, Walton; Wm, Knox, Londesboro; Geo. Leonhardt, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1; John Pepper, Brucefield; James Connolly, Godes rich; Robert Ferris, Blyth; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth, R. R. No. 5; Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth, R. R. No. 4. Agents: W. J. Yeo, R.R. No. 3, Clinton; Jahn Murray, Seaforth, James Watt, Blyth; Finley McKee - cher, Seaforth. Any money to be paid may bo paid to the Royal' Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, ar at Wein Cutt's Grocery, Goderich. . Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other hisiness will ' be promptly attended to on applicas then to any �f the above officer addreesed to their respective post ofe &ea: Losses inspected by the direc- tor who lives nearest the scene. ANADIAN TIME TABLE Trains will *reeve at and depart from Clinton as fo lowse • • Buffalo and Goderich Div. ,Going East, depatt 7.08 awn. Coing East 'depart • 8.00 p.m. •eaeoing West, depart 11.50 a.n. eleetug West, depart 9.58 pm. London, Huron & Renee 'eing North, ar. 11.34. Ive.11.54 a.m. Sting **elk 3.08 Pia Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds herself alone in the .world with her artist inother's last warning ringing in her ears, to "love lightly.' Of the world she knew little. All her life she had lived alone with her mother in an old brown house in a small rur- al community. All her life, fleet as a new baby; then a bubbling child, then a charming young girl . , . she had' posed for her talented mother who sold her magazine cover painting through an art agent in the bity. . . . Mrs. Church's broken life . . . the unfaithful husband, his disappearance . .. and after seventeen years of sil- ence announcement of his death was at last disclosed to Ellen. The news of the husband's death killed Mrs. Church. . . . Ellen, alone. turned to the only contact she knew, the art agent in New York, Posing, years of posing, was her only talent 'so she was introduced to two leading ar- tists, Dick Alven and Sandy Macin- tosh. Both used her is a model and both fell in love with her . but El- len, trying to follow the warped phil- osophy of her mother to "love light- ly" resists the thought of love. Her circle of friends is small, artists and two or three girl models. Ellen at- tends a ball with Sandy, While danc- ing a tall young man claimed her and romance is born. A ride in the pUrk, proposal, the next day marriage to Tony, and wealth. But she'd "Love Lightly," Ellen told herself. She'd never let him know how desperately she loved him, even though she were his wife. * * NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "I'd advise you to shut up, old man," said Dick, sternly. "I den% blame you, in -a way, but there's something here that neither you nor I under- stand. Only this—yout said it! laughing's all that Ellen can do, just now. If you haven't enough sense to see it, if Claire isn't woman enough to get it, I do. The kid's at the end of her rope," Still formidable, still gaunt, he had left Sandy standing wordlessly be- side the sofa an which Claire sat. Ile had left Sandy, and had gone swiftly to Ellen's side, and his long arms, reaching out, had drawn her little figure --in its beaded play suit—close to his chest. "Easy now, youngster," said Diek. "Lay off that stuff! Cry if you want to, if you must. But lay off that business of laughing, You'll be ill—" Ellen found that she was clutching Dick's awns, way up close to the shoulders. They were tense, like ir- on. They were bony, they weren't cuddly, they were just something to hold on to—but, oh, how dreadfully she needed them! As her slim fingers bit into their tenseness, she began -to regain a certain amount of self-con- trol. She could realize, as she fought to keep back her spasmodic giggles, that it was because she had been re- lieved to know that it was Sandy who had come up the stairs-eSandy, and not Tony. But at -any moment it might be Tony! For hadn't Claire said that his car was waiting, at the curb? Ellen was wrenching herself free from Dick's grasp, Was beginning to shake again, to shake as if she were chilled, as H she were feverish. "I'm all right n -now, old thing," she tried to say breezily, although she found it impossible to articulate. go n -now and g -get iny things on . . I really have a date, you know." Sandy threw himself down on the sofa, beside Claire. "With the baby you inet, last night, I suppose?" he sneered. "With the boy who rode around the park with you—oh, I know all about it." "Then," Ellen's eyes were blazing, "then you can just be still about it! For even if yon did buy my ticket to the Six Arts, you don't own me. I'm sorry that I left you—at least, I was sorry! But I'm not any more." , Dick had been very quiet for a few minutes, but although Ellen struggled to be free, his hands weren't relaxing their hold, not a particle. "You're not leaving the studio, not in this condition," he told her. "What is it all about, youngster, anyway? Did you have anything to drink last night? Answer me that!" Ellen tried to nester this business of nerves. If she didn't Dick wouldn't let her go.She knew Dick. "Of :course, 1 didnt have anything to drink," she said, almostgently. "I never drin.k Don't you trust inc.?". "I used to myself," said Sandy, "trust you. But not any more, Even Gay wouldn't treat a ''Be still!" roared Dick. Like most men, his helplessness .had the effect of angering him. Ellen, there in Dick's arms, wanted to scream et them. She wanted to call Claire ugly names, and she'd never wanted to call anyone an ugly name, before. This bantering, when her whole future was at stake! For if Tony cashe up searching for her — how could she explain things? These arms—Dick' e arms—that held her? How could she say anything in the face of this scene? ' "Oh, Dicke' shelsegged, "let me go. I've got to g•et dressed. This date—it's very vital; you don't under- stand. I've got to keep it. I'll stop by in the morning and tell you all a- bout it, You'd not try to keep me, if you knew. When you know, you'll say it's all right--," n Dick wasnuzzling his chin into the hair at the top of her head, with a movement unexpectedly tender. "What I'm afraid of, honey," he said, "is that you've gone and got yourself into some bad sort of a scrape. Maybe it would be better if you told me now. kick them out, Claire and Sandy, if you like. I'll have some dinner sent in for you, and you can get all calmed down." But Ellen was crying, now. "I've got to go," she sobbed, "Pve got a date!" wag reading from a „printed page. Thee people—she didn't know them Net Diok; with his face gone sudden- ly old and greenish in its pallor. Not Toey, ber Tony, with pain looping out of his eyes at her. Not Sandy, With his mouth hanging, ever so • Only Cluire retained her noneha- 'ego!"said Claire,And then Tall- geidly she rose from the sofa and strolled across the room.toward Tony and extended to hen a pink -tipped white, hand. "Congratulations " she said., "I suppose they're in order." Tony wasn't seeing Claire—he was staring at 'Ellen; though Ellen wapn't in Dick's arms any more. "I suppose," said Tony, "that they It was then that Dick spoke. Dick, With! a vague color coming back into • his cheeks--wDick with a great effort, justifying a girl's three-year faith in He advanced toward Tony and ex- tended his hand. • "I can't pretend that I'm not shock- ed by this news," he told Tony. "El- len is very dear to me. She's been rather like a little sister. I feel that I'd have liked knowing slightly better the man she married. But you look awfully regular, Brander," his voice never wavered, "and I know, sudden as it seems, that Ellen must care for You very deeply. And I'm sure, very sure, that you'll be good to her." Tony was flushing. He was very Young at the moment. He took the profiered hand. "You can't blame me," he said grimly, "for wondering. It seemed rather strange. Ellen asked me to wait for her at five, by the door, and she didn't come. And then—" Dick's hand was on the boy's shoul- der. It said as plainly as a voice could have said: "Steady, old chap . . . steady!" "I don't blame you one bit," he said aloud. "I'd have felt just as you do, myself, if the situation had been re- versed." Sandy's mouth had come shut. He, too, was standing. "M'y name's Macintosh," he said. "I should be telling you where to get off instead of welcoming you to our' city. I took Ellen to the party last night, so I suppose I'm directly res- ponsible—" Claire interrupted. She allowed herself to display direct and unvarn- ished curiosity, in a big way. "But you knew each other, didn't you, before last night?" she question- ed. "After all," she was mimicking, "I ought to be told." Beseechingly Ellen's eyes sought Tony's eyes, Claire mustn't know the irregularity, the suddenness, of the whole thing. It would be a beau- tiful morsel of gossip for Claire, and her intimates. An agony of embar- rassment lay in Ellen's gaze, and Tony, seeing, responded to that ag- ony. Swiftly he had crossed the room, swiftly his two hands had en- folded Ellen's =Lilting hands. "Oh," he said quite aiely, "Oh, we've known each other for centuries. When," Ellen was stunned to hear him quote the line, "when she was a tadpole and I was a fish--" Claire laughed. "When the world," she said, "was even wetter than it is now!" Sandy .was laughing, too. "Speaking," he said, "of wet worlds I thihk this calls for m party!" Party? Ellen wanted to scream out at the thought of a party. "Oh—no party!" she murmured. But Dick, with his white face oddly aloof, was the one who failed her. "Certainlec a party!" he said. Claire was already at the phone. Her high chuckle was floating through 'the room. "Ellen," she was saying, "yes, mar- ried! Come aroond and make it jogai. In the excitement Tony's arm was around her shoulder. It wasn't a ebb] arm any more, but Ellen—wanting his embrace with keen desperation — wished that Diek weren't watching. "Tired; dear?" questioned Tony. And then, "You're cute as es button in that get-up!" Ellen bad forgotten the white buck- skin; the beads. "Is—I' It was Sandy speaking; be- fore her tears some of his wrath had vanished, but he still desired informa- tion—"is the date with the same boy that you ditched me for, last night?" The time for evasion—some of it, at least—had passed. "Yes," sobbed Ellen. "Who," it was Dick now, "who is this insistent young man, child?" Claire was gazing up at the ceiling. "He's tall," she said, "and God, how glum! And he has blue eyes and a swell sunburn, and the snappiest red Rolls-Royce in the city." But Dick was insisting, himself. "What's his name, Ellen?" he quee. tioned. "I'd like to know, myself." Ellen had relaxed hopelessly up a- gainst Dick. At the moment nothing was any use, any more. Suddenly she was more tired than she had ever beau in all her life-aand older, too. "I -lis name is Tony Brander," she said.. "Anthony' Drander," the sugar man, was his father." Claire yawned. Tee yawn was far too elaborate to'be plausible. • "Nothing of the piker about yon," • she said, "is there?" Sandy whistled. "One of those!" he said. "Saw his picture snapped at the races, in Vogue Li For ef Tony come up searching for her—how could the explain? .. last month. He's an orphan, they said," a Cire laughed. "What a ak!" she murmured. But Dick didn't say anything for a moment. In fact, his silence made the whole studio seem silent, `So si- lent that the clock, chiming five -forty- five seemed only an echo to the knock upon the studio door. Claii•o was the one who called a summons. It wasn't her studio, but she was like that. ' And then Tony walked into the room. There was a narrow white line around his mouth as he looked acres:: Ellen's head, into the eyes of the man who was holding ar. Ellen, with her face twisted back awkwawIly so that she could watch across her shoulder, noticed that line and wondered about it, mutely. , But it was Dick who spoke. "This is my place," he said, "I'm Alven. You—you haven't been here before, ever. Who are you?" Tony's voice was so steady when he answered that it was almost absurd. "It may be your place," he said, "but it's my wife you're holding in your arms. My wife! Funny, isn't it ?" You could have cut through the at- mosphere of Dick's studio with a knife, the air was so thick with conflicting emotions that, though the hysteria rose again in Ellen's mind, she could- n't even laugh, It wasn't possible any more to do anything as simple as to laugh! Again by some miraculous change, ishe wasn't a part of the thing. She was standing on the side lines, she "Let ma go, Tony," she said, "X met change into my own clothes . Just behind this screen—s' (She was acutely conscious of his unspoken, "Do you dress, and undress, behind that screen? Alone—with a man—in this studio?"). "No," ,she added, "I'm not tired, really." Walking sedately she went behind the screen, and began to 'Pull the the white buckskin frock over her head, and to untie the endless strings of gay beads. From the other side, of the screen sounded a babel of voices. Voices that talked incessantly. Dick's voice, saying dispassionate- ly, "You are a nasty little cat, Claire. Why clorl't you try being decent for a while . ." • And then Tony's voice — Tony's voice. Saying, "If there's going to be a party, it seerns- es if it ought to be my party. Seems as if I ought to throw it. It seems as if some of my friends ought to be in for the big time—" Ellen, buttoning her straight little blue •crepe dress, paused. Tony's friends—why, she'd never even stop- ped to consider Tony's friends! She hadn't thought of Tony as being --. she hadn't thought of him exactly, in terms of having his own group of friend! 'Somehow she didn't want to reeet those friends. They'd known Tony for so_long—so much, longer than she had allows: him, so infinite- ly much longer. All at once, she hate ed them, So this wee jealousy! • • Tony had already taken Claire's Plate at the phone. He was ringing -up numbers, one after another. Say - "yes, I've news for you! •Yes, I'm married. No —,not Jane, No, it's someone you don't know. Oh, today! Come to .my post bachelor dinner. . ." So to one friend, so to another, so to another. ' • (Continued Next Week) DOINGS IN THE SCOITI WORLD - French and Austrian Boy Scouts were camp guests this summer of the 1,68th North London Trop. * * * Hungarian Hospitality Five Boy Scouts of Birkenhead, England, guests of Hungarian Scout families at Kaposoar, were given the freedom of the swinuning baths, mov- ie theatres and sports fields by the Mayor of the city. * * ,,10441 0 ,N 1 It le ,l i V Ile. e ss\ ti! ie. eeeseefe7T4 31, , i''Tki.,11„letum Is There a Santa Clause •Over forty years ago there ap- and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the un- seen world which not the strongest men, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view the supernal beauty beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. peared in the New Yorlc Sun, an edi- torial that has been widely reproduce ed. It has been reprinted by The Sun annually at Christmas time ever eince, and has been quoted in a score of languages. This "world-famous" Santa Claus editorial was an answer 'to a letter written by Virginia O'Han- Ion, as follows: Boy Scout Now An Indian Chief The dream of many a boy was realized by Scout Kenneth Russell of Lethbridge, Alta., when at a gath- ering at Glacier National Park he was made a Blackfoot Indian Chief, and given an Indian name—"Pete- e0ma-Kayio," or "Eagle Lion." * * * • Gave Himself Permission Following a visit to Scout friends at Halmstad, Sweden, International Scout Commissioner Hubert Martin reported that "as Internationl Com- missioner he had given himself per- mission to be invested as an honor- ary member of the Halmstad Rover Crew." * * * Boys Compete For Far North Trip A trip north from Edmonton next summer on a Hudson's Bay supply boat is the prize for which Edmonton Scouts are working this winter. It will be awarded a selected Ring's Scout. The prize is offered by Co/. II. G. Reid of the II. B. C. Western Arctic transportation system, • ele * * Scouts Asked to Name New Engines Boy Scouts were asked to name five new engines of the Scottish di- vision of the London and North-Eas- tern Railway and 2,000 Scouts enter- ed the competition. The five prize names accepted were: Earl Marischal, Gordon of Fochebers, Maid o' Glainis, Mons Meg and Thane of Fife. The winners were given a trip to the Don- caster railway shops and a guinea pocket money. "Dear Editor: I am eight years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Please tell me the truth—'Virginia O'Hanlon." The eidtorial writer who was giv- en the task of replying at fine thought the matter trivial but on -com- mencing to frame a reply got warm- ed up to his subject and sent an ans- wer that has thrilled millions the world over. It read: "Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect in intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intel- ligence capable of grasping the whole of truth. "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist. and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoy- neent, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished, "Not to believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch all the chimneys on Christ- mas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even it they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men "No Santa Claus? Thank God! he lives, and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten time ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad :Out heart of childhOod." Unemployment Intensifies Plight of the Tuberculous The unemployment problem bas in- tensified the work carried on at the Toronto Hospital for Consumptives, the Mnskolca Hospital for Consumptives and the Queen Mary Hospital for Con- sumptivo Children, where more than a thousand patients aro now being treated. It is hard to realize the plight of the unfortunate victims of tuberculosis, many of whom come from the homes of the very poor whore cramped cmarters mato the supply of fresh air and sun- shine often as meagre as that of nourish- ing food. At these three institutions, men, women and children ore now being provided with that which they hitherto lacked and there is hope for their recovery if friends =Unite the voluntary contributions of other years. Only a few patients aro able to pay anything toward their keep; 'there is not one for whom the whole cost of maintenance is received. Each year, there is a difference_ of thousands of dollars to be paid out, see. • Win you send your gat to George A. "You tear apart the•baby'e rattle Tatghtle,u,Tx=erT.01.CionaLe 2Histitute. 223 .111.1n.11•911A2Zanna. IT k TIS NS - COUNT Many a non -advertising retailer keeps back from advertising just because he feels that it is nec- essary to advertise in a big way and because he is not ready to advertise in a big way. To keep back from our newspaper until you are ready to use big space is just as foolish as would be keeping a child out of school until it had the ability to pass its ma- triculation examination. Beginners in every form of enterprise need to go warily; until experience and practice and growing ability warrant them to attempt larger things, they should proceed cautious- ly. It will pay some retailers to use classified ad- vertisements and small spaces of 2 and 3 inches. These little advertisements will surely get seen and read by newspaper readers. Make small advertise- ments offer special merchandise. Change them fre- quently. A quick succession of little advertisments, everyone of which is alive, Will of a certainty effect sales—will attract new customers. The thing to be frightened of is dumbness: a retail store -which does not talk to the public by means of newspaper adver- tisements misses a lot of business. The public goes where it is invited to„go. Wel THE CLINTON NEWS -RECO A FINE MEDIUM FOR ADVE4suTISBING--READ ADS. IN THIS PHONE 4