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The Seaforth News, 1926-10-07, Page 3For �1 e THE BOYS OF—CAPE TOWN BY E. B. BIGGAiit dupe Town, es you know, is a town and hie eyes large and bright. He has on the seacoast at the Gape of Good no shirt or necktie under his coat, and Hope, and the Cape of Good Hope is is barefoot, He ,seemsshy and does the southern end of Africa. It is hi not feel at home among the others. He, a beautiful and quiet valley, where is a Kaffir, and.has not lived tong in the sun shins brighter and clearer, the town;, that is why he is bashful. than in Engeand, or even in most parte Perhaps he comes from the land of of America. the Galikas, a tribe of negroes who Just above the city there rises. a were' conquered by the white people of mountain, which is more than 3,500the Cape, and many of them captured feet right over the sea, and alrnost and brought down to Cape Town, straight Up.arid down like a wall for where they were compelled to work as • more than half its height. They call it Table Mountain, be- cause it is wide and broad and flat on the top, It can be seen e long way at sea --nearly a hundred miles—and then'it looks like a great square block servants for two or three years. Or perhaps he is. a • Kaffir ell the way from Zululand, the place 'where King Cetywayo lived. In the crowd, there is a dark brown. lad; like an Indian, with stfaight, black rising out of the ocean, ' hair and black, sioarp eyes, and thin- Oftee when all the rest of the sky is quite clear there will be white clouds" hanging over this mountain. They are a sign of the southeast winds, that blow vett' hard there; and, When people see them, they say "the table -cloth is laid;on Table.Mountain." At the foot of Cape Town there is a large bay called Table Bay. Where the town is built is called Table Valley; so there you have three tables—Table Mountain, Table Vsiaey and Table Bay. Now we will sit on one of these tables and see what the boys do in Cape Town. They are a strange lot of boys. here. I suppose -you think, be- cans it is Africa they are all negroes --such • as you see in the pictures— with hardly any clothes to wear. - No; there are plenty of black boys, be sure, but there are plenty of white boys, too—as white as any boy in Am- erica, and plenty of brown boys, Yet -ow boys, olive boys, and nearly -red boys, and boys of all shades of colors. The fathers and mothers of these boys come from all parts of the world; not only from Bngland, Scotland, Ire- land, Germany,, Sweden, -Russia, France and those other countries, but from Arabia, from India;:from China, from the Malay Peninsula, ' from Japan, from St. Helena—where Na- ner nose than the rest. He has a small,:. round cap, too, and is dressed nearly like the boy in red. And who is he? Well, his father is what they call a "coolie"—that is,native of Hast In- dia, who works as a laborer. He came here fromanother country in Africa, called Natal, where they work in the sugar plantations. Now there is another boy, standing by this coolie boy, that might be his brother, they look so much alike. But yet this one comes from St, Helena, an island • in the Atlantic Ocean, about eight hundred miles northwest from Cape Town, and not northeast, where India is. here is a funny litle fellow, with face pale -yellow and body as thin as a ghost. His hair is curly, but not let black, like most of the others. His nose seems flattened down on his face; his .lips are very thick, and his mouth very wide. There is a queer kind of wrinkle down his face; his cheek -bone sticks out very much, and the skin of his eye -lids seems to be folded somehow over the corner of his twinkling eyes. Perhaps you know by the picture - books who this boy is. He is a Hotten- tot. Some would say he is bushman boy, but he is not. There are none of these bush boys here' in this crowd, poleon died -and, in fact, from almost but we could find them if we walked every place, except from among the', about the tdwn. poor Indians out West. And there are But I cannotbegin to describe each some boys there whose fathers"andd boy in the crowd, there' are so many mothers 'used to live in New York different kinds and colors and races. and Boston. There seem to be mixtures of all ATM such funny clothes some of those we have noticed. Perhaps one of. these boys wear in Cape Town. There these lads may have a father --who is a ie a white -plaster house, with a square 1 Malay, and a mother who is a Kaffir, top and a fiat roof, and the boy sitting or negro. And so . they are mixed of in the door is dressed•all in bright red. many races, and it is sad to think how Why, he looks like some little boy in ignorant and howl dirty andidle most a circus. His red cap is small and of them become. But that is the fault round, with•no peak on it, and no trim- of their parents. ming, except a black tassel on the top They live In poor houses, most of His red coat comes down to the bottom 'them, and in some quarters of the of hie red trousers, nearly, and looks town they sleep like the poor people in likea nightgown trimmed with yellow London and New York, twenty and cord. He gets up"and turns round to thirty in one room. come out, and we see he is quite olive- This, of course, is a bad way to live, colored. What country is he from? as the breath of so many people will His grandfather and grandmother poison theairin a room and bring were brought here as slaves about a hundred years • ago from the Malay country, in Asia, many hundred miles away east. • Why does, he wear that kind of dress? Because bis people are Mo- hammedans by religion, and he has been with them to Mecca and Medina, Arabia, where Mohammed lived. ',-Many Mohammedans in Cape Town go to Mecca as pilgrims, and when they come back they wear long gowns, to show that they have been there. They are then called a Hadjie. How -proud this boy struts up the street! You would think he had been all round the world, and to Mecca, too. We see him go among a crowd of boys at the street corner, and such a crowd! All sorts and sizes and colors. There is a good-looking white boy, well dress- ed, and fit to be your cousin, talking and hob-nobbing with a boy as black as cbarcoal, but well dressed, too. Some white boys would not associate with him, but this boy does, for the ca-- oredboy and his people have always; Hied here, and he is well behaved, and goes to schee and` to Sunday school with white boys. Another.-bo.ythis crowd',. is among nearly aslaaclhbut his skin- is very smooth -looking, his features regular, sickness; but they know no better. Now do these boys ever have any. fun? Do they ever play games? Yes, plenty of ,them. They play two or three Dutch games, and most of them talk Dutch better than. English, be- cause the people who first lived here were Dutch. They play a kind of baseball, but pitch -and -toss is their great game am- ong little boys. And at night they get together in hundreds .:las the back streets, and in the light of the moon, which shines very brightly there, they play some sort of a game in a ring,. singing in Dutch The police' allow them to do this, and only punish them when they begin to gamble ,with cards which the Malay boysare very apt to do, In the evening or the morning, many of these boys go down to the shore of Table Bay to bathe, which is very healthy for them; but the best fun they seem to have is with 'tho goats. ! There are plenty of goats of differ- ent breeds here—big and little, white, -black and.b7own. Many of the boys have harness and carts, and make the goats draw them or their little sisters about town, Sometimes they use them to catty groceries from the stores or vegetables from the market. THREE. PRINCES The interesting photograph above shows, left to right, Prince Leopold of Belgium, whose betrothal to .X'riucess Astrid of Sweden was ennouaoed last week, H.R.H. the Prince of Wales and Prince Charles. . of Belgium, brother • of Leopold. I mean that the boys use them for this purpose, but the men use donkeys and carts as well as horses. Some of these boya are very fond of goats; especially when they own them, and two or three colored boys may often be seen leading the goats on the hillside above the town .to pasture all the- day long. It is often a very pretty sight indeed to see groups of Malay and colored boys and girls, dressed in all sorts of bright colors, such as orange, or yel- low, or crimson, or pink, or green -the boys bareheaded andthe girls with orange or yellow silk handkerchiefs on their heads—and to see them romping about and playing pranks with the animals,' as they wander over the hillsides Ex Kaiser Still "His Majesty." ' The ex -Raiser . of Germany is re- ferred to in the new Berlin telephone directory as "His Majesty." - Canada's Sport Fish. Canadian sport fleh have acquired a -reputation throughout the world, and wealthy sportsmen from many coun- tries have visited our shores to teat their skill against the savagery of Canadian bass, salmon, trout, tuna, maskinonge end other gamey epeoi- mens. Quite recently shipments of. land locked seamen were pent to Ires land and trout eggs, to Japan to stook the lakes and streams of estates in 'those countries,for the benefit of thoee who -have not the time to Seek these specimens in thele Canadian haunte. One thing that can never be exported or transplanted, however, is the rugged and magnificent scenery which forma such a woaderfiul beck- ground ackground for outdoor recreation in Can- ada. on't be a man of one idea. It "aqua makes you a pian of no ideas. HOW TO FIND REAL LOVE Ask Yourself These Questions Before' You Propose. A yong man wants to know how he much over whether the girl loves you as whether you love the girl. The Acid Test. can tell when he Is genuinely in love— when he has a case of incurable heart complaint and when he is_ merely af- flicted with a passing fancy from Which he will recover within 'a week (writes a woman correspondent). He -has asked the riddle of the ages that nobody has been able to answer. In both eases you have the same thrills and palpitations, the same de- lusions that make you see an ordinary, commonplace girl as a perfect woman. Love. or Loveit's? When you arefirst smitten by this malady there is no way to tellwhether it is love or loveitis. Yet on a man's: ability to diagnose his own case cor- rectly depends -much aro, than life, or death. His ,happiness • and that of I the woman are et stake. In' marl.' mon, it. is not so important for you to pick out the ideal girl or even the girl who is most euited to you as it is for you to be head over heels in love with l her, • In .the days of courtship we are al-, ways asking the other party: "Do you love me?" If we were wiser we would not waste our breath on that query. Instead we should spend our tithe ask- ing ourselves: "Do I really love this man,' or .this woman?" For if we love enough it does not matter much who or what the beloved. one is. If we love enough we never : see the other's faults. But when, our own love fails, -not all the charms, not all the faecinatlons can raise one single throb in our breast, When we ourselves cease to -love the romance is .over. Therefore, don't worry so Rlai+f"T t EI LEIS By Gene Byrnes. OH WHAT A ROTI GOLFER! `IOU alT THE SALL OEV RETiOP HA OM .1 Ths real acid test of love is not absence but presence. It is easy enough to be romantic and weave haloes around a girl who Is far away; but the question Is how does else af- fect you when she Is at your side? Have you the same interests and the same tastes? Do you enjoy the same things? . Are you two souls with but a single thought, or do you find yourself disagreeing over all sorts of things? If you are always arguing and quar- relling, even though you always kiss and make up, you have only the sur- face attraction of opposites that is as brittle as glass and that will not last longer than the honeymoon. But if you have a deep and abiding peace and joy In each other's society, if you think FROM THE FOUNTAIN -HEAD Up in; the hills it had been•ralning —long and • s'teadi'ly—and the 'thirsty :earth: -dead aarailic in ,tile neater'with grateful lip3 ,.So,mueit'had fallen, --that. Gee earth could not make free of it all; and undertleath• the ground trick- ling streams had formed which ran hither.anil yon among the roots and rocks, seeking an outlet, Tlrry, little rivulets they were, mere penroiilings of water, without force enough to push aside any'tleing but a few grains of earth or a loose peble or two, lie they seeped their way around in, the dark. Finally one little .rivulet, finding an easy downward passage, ran quickly ahead, and all the ethers,, hurrying atter, tumbled together with it themegh the earth in a fullstream, strong enough' to cut a channel for It- self beneath the soil. On it went through the soft earth till 11 came to a great rock that stopped itspassage and turned- it aebde toward the sur- face, where it came welling u.p into the eunshine, oloar and cool and spark- ling—a spring, a woodland spring, a fountain of pure water! How it laughed and danced in the sunlight! Aud then, pushed on ,by the tumbling waters behind it, oveee�1owed and eau lightly down the hillside, leaping, from rook to rock—a mnuatain brook! Other little brooks flour other little tountaine met it on its way and poured - their watersinto it. Fame grew along its banks and epeokled:trout gleamed 1n its depths. The - hermit thrush bathed In Its pools, and the shy fawn drank at Its edge, And it sang to it- self aai•t hurried along. Nearing the foot of the mountain it broadened its channel and spread out its waters. It became a meadow stream, singing its way over the round, smooth stones of the pasture- land, To hie pensive cows that stood gratefully in its cool waves under the willows it seemed to say, - "Drink of me and be refreshed, I am yours." Ths blue forget-me-nots that border- er it thanked 1t for its promise of fide/ditty; the minowsaccepted its hos- pitelity; countless insects acknow ledged its offers of support and sus - te' anoe; and even little Bettina, when she washed'the berry stains from )ler Sryrnis, heard" its 'pleasant •r&pplinge as i invitations to comfort and• aseurances of purity. Elaoh one, to whom the I meadow' stream ministered aa, It flow- ed . along heard lie • song In his awn tongue, but only the etream itself !knew the meaning that underlay its singing waters. a, ' 1 Now it was apart midsummer, and the meadow' stream was low, For many weeks no wain had fallen into it from the cloudless sky overhead, and the hot rays of the $un had drawn off much of its water'. Still, there was enough, and the meadpw stream still' sang as it flowed. And, well it might! • Eor had it forgotten its song, it would have ceased to flow. Rain might have fallen from tile' sky overhead in tor - 'rents; the fields around might beooree pools of standing water; but •the meadow stream would have ceased to be, Lower and lower grew the water day by day. The'oows no longer came to drink under ' the, willows. The mla: nows sought the shallow pools that were left ,ander the -stones.." The for- get -me -hots• on ,the bank began to dry, land in the whole ,brook there' was scarcely water enough to wash the berry stains from little Bettina's arms. till the sky overhead was clear and blue, and still the meadow stream re- membered the meaning of its song. Finally, one day, the waters in the stream began to rise. The sky over- head was still Mire and cloudless, but fuller and fuller grew the meadow brook. The forget -me -nota revived; the playful minnows darted about from bank to bank; the cattle stood again knee deep under the willows•; the meadow brook was. full. Farmer Lovett stood beside the stream and watched the rushing waters. It was smgtug the old song—the song that kept it alive, the song that 1t had always sling since the day when the bubbling b l! fountainpoured its u b waters onto' the mountainside. "I know," it sang, "I knew where I came from—came from." "It's been raining back 1n the hills;" said Farmer Lovett. The Steersman's Song. Tee fore•shrouds bar the moonlit scud, The port -reds laps the sea.— s• Aloft all taut, where the wind 'clouds skim, .Mow.to the cutwater snug and trier, And the man at the wheel sings low; singe he: - "0h sea -room and lee -roam And is gale to run afore, From the Golden Gate to Sunda Strait; But my heart lies snug asbore." Her hull rc:Qs high, her nose dips low, The rollers flash aloe -- Wallow and dip and the uptossed screw Sande heart -heats quivering through and through— .and ilio man at tits wheel sings low; sings ile: "Oh sea -room and lee -room And a gale- to run, afore-- Sou'east by Bii'pth and a bone in her mrnth, But my heart lies snug ashore." The steersman's arms are brown and hard, And pricked in file fore -arms be A ship, an anchor, a love -knot true, A heart of red and an arrow of blue; And the man at the wheel sings low; sings he: ''Ole sea -room and lee -room And a gale to run afore--' The ship to her chart, but Jack to his ' heart, • And my heart lies snug aekore." --Front "The Poems of Robert Camey alike and see eye to eye, then you may on Roger.' be sure that your feeling is genuine love. Another test of love is to find out how you react to the girl's converse— tion. More love is killed by boredom than anything else. Before marriage you.. may be enthralled by having a girl tell you over anti over again hew wonderful and strong and brave elle thinks you are, But that line of con versetion stops at file altar, and if she has not intelligence enough to keep you entertained after Jove -mak- ing is barred, she will lose you. Unless you find that you ipve a girl's mind and soul, and admire them just as much as you do her physical attrac- tions, distrust your affection for her. It won't 'stand the strain of everyday 11 1 "Five seearate and distinct scents" r M� What it Was -Costing Him. "Know what this cigar scat me?" "No; bet l know what 11'e costing rte." "Costing you? What?" ung. 1121.1.01,0 fl nE! 014 W lPhfl•fo BUM e0LFERt HA 0104 HS ALVeteaS HITS _rr ot,1THE TJ Radio Saved Starving Hunters. The long arm of radio reached into the nub-Arctio wastes of nucleon Bay last winter and saved from starvation and passible death hunters and trap- pers of a lonely trading post ou Hud- son Bay, it was revealed redently. Word has just come back from lonely Southampton Island, at the extreme northern' end of Hudson Bay, that "life and death messages" broadcast country -wide from Wsstingbouse Radio Statiaits were successful. An- other post, hundreds of miles away, picked up the call and meshed by dog sled to the Hudson's Bay Company's Post, on Southampton Island, the food that enabled hunters and trappers to live through the winter. A brief telegram was received at Westinghouse Radio. Stations which Bald: "Messages 1,0 Southampton Is- land broadcast last winter from West- inghouse Radio Stations were re- ceived and rescue made by rushing food and supplies from Chesterfield Inlet. Radio message was picked up by Father Plgelo, of the Oblate Fath- ers, located at Chesterfield Inlet" The telegram was the last chapter lit a drama that began when the "Bays- ek1mo," supply ship of the Hudeon'e Bay Company, was crushed in the ice off ',Hudson Straits, July 23, 1925. The sltilp was then en route to Southamp- ton'Ieland. • - A Little Mixed. Father believed in educating his lit- tle ittle son Freddie on modern lines, and he invented a new way of teaching him the alphabet. This is the dialogue that took place at the that lesson: Father—"1 for Freddie." Freddie—"F for Freddie." "M for me." "141 for you." "No; Y for you." 'Orb, no! F for rte. You said se." The lesson hereupon ended abrupt- ly, and father intends to adopt the hackneyed but simpler "A for apple" system next time! Breaking the News. "Dad, the barometer has fallen!" "Very much?" "About five feet," said the boy, with ahuilty look: .pantry Fools the Ball. 1 f l_.r✓-' . ;; KNOW HONi Tee STOP DOIN' 3'44 JUS TURN TNG BALI, VPSIDWt . syn taaa 4;20` C of ht: 1926 Dell:Sy- YOU ARE IMPORTANT To -be oonselons of one's own inipor ance le reckoned a failing. So itis when the sense of it etieks out all over you "like quills upon. the :fretful porta pine!" • Still, it's a worse fault to regard yourself 08 a person of no importance —as a' cipher, a nonentity, perhaps even' a cog upon the world's great 'wheel. That 1s humility gone mad, and no one who has a wholesome desire to be of service' to his, fellow -men can afford that type of self -depreciation. Ths shortest cut to unimportance ie'. to think yourself futile, for "there 58 nothing either good or bad, but think- ing makes it so." Better tilt at wind- mills, like Don Quixote,,, than let your weapons rust in disuse. 1t is betted - to be up an doing•—anything, crime ex cepted than standing with your hands in your pockets watching other people. You may not have ten talents, but such es you have aro year' own, to make or to mar you; and there are n0 duplicates. So, if you omit the doing of the workyou were born to do, it will remain undone to all eternity. A greatecholar once said he was born with a moderate amount of brain matter, but that he had made "the most of the stuff." He declined to re- gard himself as a "dad." He succeed- ed ins being one of the iiveat of "live wiresi" It makes me tired to hear people talking about the degeneracy of the age, the shiftlessness of the working man, the need for longer hours and less pay -whilst they .themselves are not pulling all their weight In their own little boat. Hamlet talked.like that; He said:— The me is out of joint; 0 cursed spite That ever I was born to set 1t right. Ho had at least the saving grace of recognizing his responsibility. The source of his failure was that ha spent too much time soliloquizing, instead of taking aff hie coat and getting on with the job.ti Nothing oan ultimately sterilize de- termination and courage. Pluck knows no handicap. Johnson was scrofu- lous; Pope a cripple; Milton blind, asap both a dwarf and a slave; Ste*. ancon Si consumptive; Burns poverty' - stricken; Beethoven deaf. Disadvant- age isadvantage seemed a positive advantage to these men. Andthe world has need of us all— • "yoit in your small corner, 5 in mine," as the little childhood hymn said. Yes; you are of importance. You are es- sential to aontebody. The cynic will toll you the world can get on }lith - out you; but it can get on better with you, for, as Welt Whitman ainga:— You are not thrown to the winds, you gather certainly and safely around yourself, Yourself! yourself! yourself, for ever and ever. And if that does not constitute im. portance, I should like to be told what doesl 0 Honolulu. A long, golden afternoon. Amid the soft sultriness you stroll to a group of cocoanut palms seeking a touch of coolness. Beneath the shadows of the great tops swaying constantly in the traded wind you flied languid re- lief. Tho breeze iso tropic of course, and never stings or stimulates. It is a breath of exotic tenerness, but it caresses you, and snakes you glad that you are in Hawaii. Just below you Iles the slender beach, white, and almost dazzling bo- neath the gorgeous light, of the sun, Beyond, as far as the vision can range, reaches the sapphire sea, touches here and there with flashes of snowy whiteness. Closer at hand the waves are racing toward you, sometimes Palling in a foam of music at your fest. You lift your eyes to the sky. It is a mighty dream of blue, pansy blue— stainless, its depths dancing with countless volute of light. It is like an ocean of blue fire, eo intense is its sapphire beauty and brilliance. Where the sky meets the sea, them is a. mystery of dedlicate haze, shading Qltnost to purple, touched here and there,with gleamings of silver and g0ogs of topaz. The ane moves slowly downward, There is an instaint of gllory, and then darkness, In Hawaii there is no in. terval of dusk and dainty witcheries of half -lights. Night' Domes as the swift fearing of a vast wing of velvety softness. The sea with its symphonic murmurs le roofed with the fretted beauty of heaven and the; golden glory of the Eleuthera Cross. The palms are still swaying, whispering gently, while the sea wind Is spicy with remote equatorial perfumes. A light far out rises and falls. 'Nearer at hand you hear voices.. Motor Car Exports. Canadian made automobiles . are driven all over the world with each success that over a million dollars worth of new export business in Cana- dian cars' is being obtained each year. Countriee purchasing mare than 100 Canadian autos during the past year ware; Australia, British East India, United Kingdom,. Strait pettlements, Butch '.est Indies and Nee' Zealand.Tlleven cats went to the '.alrary Is bands. Club; for women," says a headline, But why not try persuasion first?