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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1935-01-24, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., JAN. 24; 1935 Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA mime of Subscription — $1.50 per year in advance, to Canadian ad- dresses $2.00 to the U.S. or oth- er foreign countries. No paper discontinued until ;all arrears are paid unless at the option of the ' publisher. The date to which every subscription is paid is denoted on the label. Advertising Rates—Transient 'adver-, tieing 12c per count line for first insertion. Se for each 'subsequent ineertlon. Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements, not to ex Beed one inch, such as "Wanted", "Lost""Strayed," eta, inserted once for 35c, each subsequent in- caution 15c. Rates for display ads vertising made known on applica- tics. Oemmunications intended for pub - Outten c&tten must, as a guarantee of good Saint, be accompanied by the name of the writer. G. N. HALL, M. R. CLARK, Proprietor, Editor. H. T. RANCE • Notary Public, Conveyancer. Financial, Real Estate and Fire In - smarm Agent. Representing 14 Fire insurance Companies. Dirieion Court Office, Clinton. Frank Fingland, B.A., L.L.B. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Pnblle Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — Clinton, Ort, DR. . FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence:. Ontario Street Clinton, Ont. One door west of Anglican Church, Phone 172 Lyes Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. H. A.McINTYRE DENTIST Office over Canadian National Express, Clinton, Ont. Phone, Office, 21; House, 89. DR. F. A. AXON Dentist Graduate of C.O.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D,S., Toronto, Crown and plate work a specialty. Phone 185, Clinton, Ont, 19-484. 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 ]dews -'Record, Clinton, or -by calling phone 208. 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 3-34. SYNOPSIS Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds herself alone in the world with her artist mother'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, first as a new baby, then a-bubblingchild, then a charming young girl:. she had posed for her talented mother who sold' her magazine cover painting through an art agent in the city .. . 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, year of posing, was her only talent so she was introduced to two leading ar- tists, Dick Alven and Sandy Macin- tosh. Both used her as 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 park, proposal, the next day marriage to Tony, and wealth. But she'd "Love Lightly," Ellen told herself. She'd never let hint know how desperately she loved him, even though she were his wife. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, James Con. nol]y, Goderich; secretary -treasur- er, M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth, R. R. No. 3; James Sholdice, Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Geo. Leonhardt, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1; John Pepper, Brimfield; James Connolly, •Gode- rich; Robert Ferris, Blyth; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth, R. R. No. 5; Win. R. Archibald, Seaforth, R. R. No. 4. Agents: W. J. ,:Yeo, R.R.No., 3, Clinton;. •Jahn Murray, Seaforth) James Watt, Blyth; Finley MoKer- cher, Seaforth. Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seafortb, or at Calvin, Cutt'e Grocer , Goderich. Paf'ties des'rvrink . to effect, intim- ince or transact other _business will be promptly attended to on applies. tion to any .df the above officers addressed to their respectfve,post of- flcee. Losses inspected' by the direc- tor who lives nearest the scene. CANADIAN NATIONAL; f Al :WAYS TIME TABLE trains will aricive at and depart front Clinton as. follows: Buffalo and Godericb Div. Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. Going East depart 8.00 p.m. Going West, depart 11.50 a.m, Adag West, depart 9.68 p.m, London. Huron Ik Bruce (king North, ar. 11.34. lve. 11.54 a.m. Ming South $.4Ms' pa * * iIE NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Ellen, reading Sandy's note, grit- ted her teeth and realized that she was indeed ina box. And so it came about that, with the advent •of the. week -end, Ellen found herself en route to the house party—and in a car with two men. On the way out -Ilen had been picturing that home. She had seen it, in her mind's eye, a magnificent Place of stone and stained glass. But in a way she had been wrong. For Jane's home; though it was -.large and stately and magnificent, was magni- ficent in the early colonial manner. It was a simplicity so reminiscent somehow of a -certain old house with its shabby garden, that brought the quick tears to Ellen's eyes. And then the door was opening and the butler was unbending from his dignity to give Toby a personal greet- ing. And Tony, with an air of one who belonged in the white house, was instructing the butler to tell !itis Jane that they had `arrived. Miss Jane, Miss Jane! As she ap- peared in the doorway of, the draw- ing room, she seemed more attrac- tive than she had at any of their previous meetings, Ellen thought. very clear. You're so pretty, my' dear—" Jane's mother sighed, "and so young. Tony's a very fortunate boy." All at once, ithpulsively, Ellen's hand was reaching out to touch' the hand, • of the slim woman tinted in silver and :am,ethyst. Here at least,. in this mad room,,was ;one oasis — one cool, friendly ,oasis, As Ellen dressed for dinner in the room to which she had been allotted, she felt that she was touching on a part of life so softly upholstered that it was unreal. Her suitcase had been opened by some unseen but deft maid. H'er'un- derwear had already been laid care- fully in bureau drawers. Ellen was glad that it was pretty! Her best ev= ening frock was spreadout upon the, bed, and beneath it stood her satin, slippers. Rather wearily Ellen climbed out of the dress in which she had jour- neyed from the .city, but her weari- nese • vanished after a warm - scented bath. She wondered what• time dinner would be served, and whether she would be seated next to Tony at -din- ner. ' While she was wondering, there cavae a. lcnock • at the floor, which, with a fluttering of the pulse, she answered. It was a maid, correct in taffeta and white organdy. Ellen smiled involuntarily at sight of her, and the maid beamed back. Here again was friendliness. -s -'. "Miss Jane," the maid told her, "is having. the young ladies in her dress- ing room for a first cocktail. She said to come in negilaee—the others will be that way. Just -i" the maid was quoting, "a breathing space 'be- fore dinner." Her • negligee? As she wrapped it around her small, slender body, Ellen was conscious of its dificiencies. But then she hadn't expected her negligee to be under observation. It was a plain little thing of dark figured silk, cut along boyish lines, and with poc- kets. • As she knocked. upon the door, the mirth died down suddenly, and then Jane's clear, crisp voice called out, "Come in!" Ellen pushed the door wide and en - tared. Ellen feared that she looked as alien, in her plain little coat, as she felt—for the other girls were dressed in cleverly cut satin, in wide ankeld At that moment of meeting, Ellen was glad of Sandy's support rather than for. Tony's. For Sandy was barging in with his usual carefree manner. Now the three of them were fol, lowing Jane into the drawing room to meet. Mother, and to have tea. Mother—.a faint reflection of Jane herself—offered a greeting froni he - hind the heavy silver service, .while from around the room rose shouts. "Hello, Tony, it's about time you were getting here!" "Howls the boy—how's the married man!" There were quick introductions introductions to people whom Ellen had 'net only on certain magazine pages, • Sandy had already disappeared with the girl Margie, who was among those present. Ellen had seen him drag her, unprotesting, to a window seat behind a flowing damnask'drap- ery, Ellen was telling. Tony that she took her tea without either cream or sugar or lemon, and Tony, his arm' lightly around her waist, was drawing her from one side of the room to the other, saying, "This is my wife, y' know!" And,'Jack, here, Was in my class in •cyllege." Ellen heard her own voice making polite responses;. catching the dohble entente of a sentence here and toss- ing it back. She had dragged off her small hat and was running_ her slim, nervous fingers through the tousle of her ,curls.-4Tane was still standing by the doorway of, the drawing room with one hand resting on a bell cord, with the other outspread over her. heart. : Ellen, through the veil of her own lashes, could see the 'hurt in Jane's eyes as they followed Tony's broad tweed -covered back down the length of the room. All at once, for the fi'r'st time since Jane had dawned upon her horizon, Ellen was being ,sorry for the other girl! • Jane's mother was saying some- thing, and Ellen bent near to listen. "Wle're all so fond of Tony," .Tane'a mother was, saying gently. "We've all been anxious to meet iris wife. Jane's deseription of you hasn't been lips. One of them, a`dark young per- son, spoke languidly. "You're the first model -I ever saw;" she said.. "Do you pose for the fig - tire?." ig-ire?", Again Ellen answered as casually as she could. "Only for my mother, years ago -"she told the dark girl. "She was an artist, you see. She was rather—' an important artist. You probably wouldn't know ... I'm afraid that if I wanted to pose in the altogether' I couldn't compete with, some of the models who go in for figure work. My own figure -•i" she laughed, apolo- getically and smoothed the dark silk. that shrouded her knees. Jane stopped shaking the cocktails She poured one for herself, with a steady, hand, "I won't offer you a glass, Ellen," she said at' last. "I know you don't drink. You've none of the obvious vices. , Is it—" she paused, and the dark girl, whose naine Ellen didn't know, went on. "Ise' it a pose?" drawled the . dark girl, "Your Elsie Dinsmore attitude. If so, it's a .good one." Ellen stretched her feet out in front of her, and regarded the toes of her plain little black slippers. "Call it a pose, if you want to," she said, at last. "I'm not the type to smoke and be• catty and get tight. One has •to be dark and dramatic to get away with that, I fear—" Margie, still draped against the mantel, chuckled. "Atte,' kid," said Margie, almost inaudibly- Margie' was blonde. Dinner was again a magnificent jumble—all the way from the caviar in its little ice molds to the magnifi- cent birthday cake that was carried in, blazing, by the butler. Ellen didn't sit next to Tony—she sat next to -Sandy. at the extreme end Of the table. "Below the salt" San- dy whispered to her. Tony. sat at Jane's right. Somebody was toasting Jane. It wasn't Tony that was all Ellen could tell. But it was somebody -with a voice well bred and assured like Tony's. "There's nothing we can wish her," said the voice, "she has everything!" ,"Yeah," said • Sandy under his breath to Ellen, "not quite every- thing. We know." Ellen wanted to slap him. — to do more, to murder him! They danced after dinner, in the same drawing room. When the dan.e- ing began,. Jane held out her hand to Tony with an air so proprietary that it gave Ellen a little kicked feeling in the pit of her stomach. But she scarcely had time for any definite feelings, for shd was being, whirled off in the arms of the stout boy who, like many 'stout youths, ,was an ex- ceptionally good dancer. And their somebody was cutting In —lone of the Jacks or Jinis or Char- leys who had been in Tony's `class in college, It was the fourth dance before El- len found herself in Tony's arms found herself being steered,' with a complete directness of purpose, to- ward a conservatory that•opened out. of the room in which they danced. "I've got to see you alone," Tony murmured in her ear. "This is the queerest situation I've ever been mix- ed up in." "That," said Ellen, "goes doubled" "Gosh, almighty!" said Tony, Just that. And— "I wondor why I came -" Ellen asked of him, very seriously.. Tony's hands were 'holding hers so tightly that her wedding ring bit in- to the two fingers next to it. . "Have they been giving you a bug- gy ride " he asked Ellen. "I heard that they looked you over before din- ner.- Margie told.100." - "They tried to," Ellen told him, "but I can take care of myself." "Sometimes," said Tony, "I wish you couldn't!" "Wlratwas the idea, anyway?" El- len wanted to' know. "This party, 1 mean. If it hadn't been for Sandy, andfor the way he precipitated me into it, it would have all the earmarks of being 'an announcement for you and Jane of something or other. I feel like a guilty secret." "You may be guilty," said Tony, "but you're no secret—not any morel To tell you the truth, Ellen,"' he ad- mitted,' "i don't quite get the hang of this thing, myself. Believe it or not—When the party came up that, night, it was just sheer devilishness on Jana's part. I realized it at the time; it took me off my feet for a moment. She'd said nothing •about any party to me, .before. She just did it toeget your goat. I'm not even sure it's her birthday, tonight—I nev- er can remember dates. I wouldn't have told you this .if Sandy ,hadn't made her come through in a trig way. When he did I was tickled to death. It gave me a chance to be, with you again. I told a dozen lies—white ones —about how my friends would feel-- and eel=and yours—t' So that was that!' Ellen .all along had usspeeted, from Tony's bewilder- ment on ,the night of the impromptu meeting, that there had been some- thing odd in book of the birthday party arrangements. • (Continued Next Wleek) She did not draw her hand away, ev- en though it was held so loosely. pajamas, in negligees that fell from gleaming shoulders to swish around gleaming slippers. Frankly, as Ellen became one of the group, they ap- praised her. ' Jane was shaking the cocktails — Jane -in the white. satin that she so often' wore; only this time the white satin was cut with trousers and a mandarin coat that had clever touch- es of peacock blue and silver in its embroidery. ' Nearby stood the '.girl Margie, draped against the mantle shelf like one of the loose-limbed debutante dolls that are so boneless and so dec- orative. . "Hello, Ellen," said Margie, and there was more warmth in her voice than there had • been. in Jane's. • "Say, I'm glad you brought your boy friend. He's amusing — the one with the whiskers, i inean." Ellen laughed. She didn't dislike Margie. "He thinks you're amusing, too," she said. "He's macl'to paint you." "Nude?" asked Margie. Her voice had, a slight rising note. "Isn't that the way artists usually paint their Women ?" Ellen felt her color rising, but she answered levelly. "Some do," she answered, "but not Sandy, He's a fashion man primar- ily, although he does' stunning Mus- t, t* " llus•tratfons." • "Oh," said Margie. That was all. The other girls were pending for- ward, frosted glasses in hand, cigar- ettes held before carefully rouged. DOINGS IN THE -_SCOUT WORLD! Every Boy Enjoys Camping and Camping is Good for Boys A Modern "Man Friday" The following is an address deliv- ered on Friday evening, January 18th, 1935, by' Isis Honour the Lieutanent- Governor of Ontario, Di•. Herbert A. Bruce, in connection with a campaign which has for its object the -exten- sion of the.B'oy Scout Movement in Canada. "If you speak to a boy aboutieanip- ing you will see his eyes sparkle as if reflecting the bright gleam of camp fires. If youtell him a story of a backwoodsman, an explorer, a pion- eer on some distant frontier or of some lonely path -finder in the wilds of the world, he will sit silent, en - rapt, looking. at you and drinking in every word you say. Talk to any boy, of mountains and valleys, great lakes, forests and waterfalls and with viv- id, poetie.imaginatfon he will feel the wind of high places on his cheek; he will hear the stirring •of leaves, • he will see birds on.the wing and catch - glimpses of those furry, swift -footed creatures he has read about but has never seen. Never are senses so keen, never are purposes so high, never are ideals so untarnished and never is an outlet so necessary for all these first, fresh youthful impulses as in boyhood. That is why I welcome this oppor- tunity to speak of the finest organiza- tion for boys that exists in the world today—the._Boy Scouts. All the nat- ural iove of boys for the outdoors, all their longing for good comrade- ship, all their healthy desire for play and adventure finds icompletest ex- pression in the Boy Scout organiza- tion. But even more important than these is the inculcation of alt those qualties of 'heart and mind and body which make for good citizenship. A Boy Scout is self-reliant. He is loyal, He learns to be useful. Above all he learns to serve others by helping them. Those listening to me this evening have only to read the splendid Scout code in order to recognize, better than 1 through any words of mine, that, by inaugurating a campaign for the extension of the Boy Scout Associa- tion in Canada and by issuing a chal- lenge to the BOy Scouts to increase their numbers from 65,000 to not less than 100,000, His Excellency the Gov- ernor-General is rendering a service of unparalleled importance to the youth of this Dominion. ,Every normal Toy wants to be a Boy Scout. And my own admiration for this great youth movement and the value of its training is such that I am eonvineed that the whole. duty of a father to his son has not been discharged until that boy has been Emulating', Robinson Crusoe's "Min Friday," Lord Baden-Powell, while visiting Kuala Lumpur, Malaya, on his way to Australia, stepped in some clay. : The : footprint was baked in fire, and is being kept as a memento by the Scouts of Malaya. Youthful Ambassadors of Commerce The State Council of Ceylon grant- ed 3,000•reupees to the contingent of Ceylon Boy Scouts attending the, re- cent Australian Scout Jamboree, the money to be used for the purchase of Sinhalese goods for exhibition at the international gathering. • Mental Cases Helped By Scouting The utilization of the Boy Scout training, suitably modified, for han-' dicapped boys in various institutions in England includes a, troop in Not- tinghamshire for mental oases. The troop has achieved marked. success,`' eight boys having passed the First Class and seven the King's Scout tests. s[c *'* No Indian "Caste" For Scouts The All -India contingent at the Australian Scout Jamboree included boys from ,the North-West Frontier Province, the U'piited Provinces, Dhcnkand and Assam. Although of many different religions, the boys ate together and shared the same meals. Before' the boys became ` Scouts "caste" would; have made this im- possible. mpossible. Fitting B. -P.'s Stockings W'h'ile not aspiring to "fill Baden- Powell's`boots," candidate Scouts of the 7th North Brighton Boy Scout Troop, England, will hereafter, at least temporarily, fill his stockings. They will be invested as members of the Scout movement while wearing a pair of Scout stockings formerly worn by the Chief Scout, The stock- ings were offered liy "The Scout" magazine, to the troop suggesting the best use of them. • ALREADY AVETERAN "And to your daughter is about to marry. Do you really feel that she is ready for the battle of life?" "She should' be, she's been in four engagements already." EXETER: W. G. Medd, together witis members of the Main Street United softball team, surprised Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Ludenfield (nee Vel - don Wells) on Thursday evening, and presented them with an end table and an electric lamp. The recipients made a suitable reply with thanks, after which 'refreshments were serv- ed, and. several games played. encouraged to join the Boy Scout organization. For that organization will make a true, loyal, honourable, useful 'man of any boy. It will make him in a word a good Scut — than which. no Higher tribute exists 10 Canada. There are hundreds of coinniunities even now where there are no Boy Scouts. The more you know about the aims and ideals of Boy Scouts the more keenly- will you understand what a great loss that is to the boys of any community. But it is not, I feel sure, an i'reparabie loss. It is for the grownups, the adults, the parents in every community to make good that loss. Thatcan be done by enthusiastic co-operation in • this campaign and by a serious effort to make available to all boys the oppor- tunity to become Boy Stouts. And that means not least that money will be necessary ere growth is possible. May I, therefore, . urge all my lis- teners to do all that lies in their pow- er to make the expansion of the Roy Scout movement a glorious reality. Then when Lord Baden-Powell, the Chief Scout of the World, comes to Canada newt spring he will find not 65,000 but many more Boy Scouts -- representing representing the flower of our youth in every large and small community in every Province. Mr. E'. W. Beatty, the President of this great movement for the boys of Canada has himself .told me with what enthusiasm, with what joy and with what a profound sense of our. duty to, and responsr'hility for youth he has entered into this great cam. paign for our boys. And I know of no finer tribute that could be paid to the Gorernor-General, just as I know that he himself in this year of his departure from Canada would wish to leave behind him no more frag- rant and enduring memory than that of being remembreed for generations to come as the inspirer and the In- augurator of this splendid campaign for the Youth of Canada -the coun- try in which he has with such charm and vigor distinguished himself as representative of His Gracious Ma- jesty the King." EVER TRY IT? "Dad," said his extravagant son, "do you think they will ever find a substitute for gasoline?" "They have one now, son, and I wish you'd give it a trial,' "Oh?" queried the son incredulous- ly. "I've never' heard of it. What is it, anyway?" "Shoe leather." 6 If your advertisement were in this space as many people would read if as are reading this. But your advertisement isn't here, and people do not worry whether you are selling real estate, gasoline, peanuts or popcorn. Did you ever sit down in the pasture with a pail between your knees and wait for a cow to back up and be milked? Of course not. You know better than that. Well, business is somewhat like a cow. You've got to go out af- ;ter it and round it up. _ The fellow with the milk pail! between his knees may get some milk, but the odds are all infavor of the fellow who drives up the cow and feeds her. Some kind of advertising must be done if a business is to amount to anything. Either walking and talking or writing, or printing. But the least costly, most profitable and dignified way is by the regular newspaper—people pay for it. Tiiey value it and have faith in the advertisements in it. THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD A FWD MEDIUM P011 ADVERTISING—READ ADS. IN THIS IS SUN PHONE 4