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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1935-05-02, Page 2PA.Gt TWO VINGHAM ADVANCl -TIM]S �1r The s1r %ngham Advance -Times Published at WINGFIAM - ONTARIO Every Thursday Morning by 'The Advance -Times Publishing Co. 'Subscription Rate .— One Year $2,00. Six Months, $1.00 in advance To U. S. A., $2.50 per year, Foreign rate, $3.00 per year. Advertising rates on application. ,CHILDREN'S SHELTER One of the most efficiently run "in- ,stitutions in our County has been the -Children's Shelter at Goderich. It has .been operated on a basis that cost the 'In case you have overlooked the dneciple • of the county very little con fact that your income tax forms sidering the work entailed and the should now be in the hands of the in- :esults achieved. Despite the fact that -this is the case one of the chief Items of business to come before the County Council at the June Session will be this matter, Making •them out, however,. er, is a nuts- The Department at Toronto have ante. for first place in the egg laying. con- tests at Harrow: Sontetitn'es when they see the price of eggs it's a won- der they do not give up in disgust. :1; * * At the Ontario Educational Assoc- iation Convention in Toronto last week many reform ideas in. education were. advanced, The burning question in opinion, is what to do with the boys and girls after their education is complete, st 3: :l: * • It is said the. study of Latin' doomed in. Ontario's , secondary schools. 'What a break the kids w ll have when this comes to pass, * * se is spector, we will remind you. The av erage person to -day is not bothered much with the size of the check ne- cessary to accompany these forms. -,trade sweeping changes in -regulations in regard to Children's Aid Societies. It is proposed to standardize all soc- •ieties and to centralize authority in Toronto, the counties to pay all ex- =1= pense. Silver has gone up, in price and Huron County Council is opposed many silver mines have once again * * * * It is said the Dominion Elections twill be held on Sept. 16th. That date will do as Well as any other. • -to these changes and if we remember correctly so is Bruce County. An of-' ficial of the department will be in Goderich on May 11th to explain the iriew system. The joker in the woodpile as to these changes is that the cost to the ,.counties will be much greater than at -present. It seems to us that this standardization .business is getting to be a form of disease. Huron County is well, able to look after this business effectively and why force these chang- es which will cost much more than .at present. * 3t * ONE .OF THE BIG ELEVEN In the small town of Huntingdon, .Quebec, there is a weekly. newspaper :of wh ch the people of that district age justly .proud; in fact, all who know ^.this paper and Adam L. Sellar, the editor, who is also President of the Canadian Weekly Newspaper Assoc- iation, know it is one of the finest -weeklies published. During the past month this paper 'has been chosen as one of eleven of -the finest weekly papers on the North .American Continent, the only Canad- :gan paper to be so honoured. This .paper also received recogni- -tion at the Annual. Meeting last year •Of the Ontario -Quebec Division of the started operations, The United States price is around 77 cents. Many peo- ple believe that silver should have a set price of about $1,30. They may have the right idea at that. THE PROPHET'S ADDRESS Written by Carl McKay, Read by Jack Pollock at the High School Literary Meeting. Ho! Hum! Third Period again! By Third Period in the afternoon, the spirit of boredom, ennui, and sheer downright inability to concentrate on. the work in hand — that spirit which had been asserting itself all day to get the upper hand, had finally gained the victory and I sat .in a soporific torpor, chin on hand, gazing dreamily out the window. Spring at hand, the birds singing, outside, and the warm sun straining in through the windows. Miss Mc- Gregor was soothingly droning away on such trivial matters as Socialism, the evolution of modern capitalism, or on any other subject that she hap- pened"the child- like show to think o , like and immature minds of you children." Nature, Miss McGregor's 'iWeekly Newspaper Association when lilting cadences, and the beckoning it was awarded the Peane Editoria arms of Morpheus. 'Trophy. Man is a weak creature, as Miss :Mr. Sellars is ably assisted in his McGregor has more than once con- •ei7iturial duties by Mr. M. R. Trim- descended to demonstrate to tis, and .eau - :No wonder -the people around Hun- ;tingdon are proud of the Gleaner. * * * * tCARP • ‘.We noticed an item in the paper the • other day which reported 500 'carp •were caught in the river at Galt. 'There is ready sale for this specimen ed myself, and peeped over the edge .of fish in the cities. • of my cloud. Miles high above the see :7i few years ago we saw on the earth, I could. just , the town of. 'shore of Lake Ontario a carp hatch- ! Win;;•ham fading away into the mist ; cry. There is a large swamp quite !at the horizon. My last glimpse of it close to the lake and this was stock -;was afforded by the old town clock, ed with carpand, as the place was its hands indicating twenty minutes ideal for breeding, it was a most suc- .c'essful business until the dykes be- ;,ween the swamp and lake gave way; One of the men interested in this -project explained how the carp fed, When next I looked again, I saw where the market for the fish was only a vast expanse of blue water. My along, found,and various other details in � cloud was scudding merrily alo ' connection with this business. We 'high above the ocean. What if it de- -forgot e-for- got most of what he told us except cided to rain now! I could see my. 'flow to cook a carp. Here's how, ac- comfortable airship dissolving into cordingto him, raindrops and I visioned myself drop Place the carp, well -cleaned on a piece of oak plank and cook slowly over an open fire, When the carp is cooked to a tarn throw the carp away horizon, growing larger and larger as and eat the plank. I drew near. An atoll, its, circular * * * coral ring enclosing a placid lagoon ghorns and Rocks are fighting — a jewel sparkling in the sea! Gold so I was not at all surprised to find myself succumbing to this triple threat, My head comfortably pillowed on. my arm, I presently felt myself wafted gently out. the window, and away on billowy clouds. Time passed, and I lay there, float- ing through space. Presently I arous- past three o'clock, its spire pointing a derisive finger at rete.. Scornfully I drew back, abandoning thyself of ut- ter lassitude. rig G I the 'Table TIRED of hot, .heavy foods? Let's change to crispness! Serve Kellogg's Corn Flakes -- golden -crisp and fresh, with milk or cream and fruit. See how keen and : fit everybody feels, after such a breakfast! .. Try Kellogg's for a light, refreshing lunch. Give them to the children for supper. A ' nourishing energy -food, easy to digest. Kellogg's Corn Flakes are the world's largest -selling ready -to -eat cereal. A value without equal. Kept always oven -fresh and flavor -per- fect by exclusive methods of manufacturing and• packag- ing. Quality guaranteed. Made by Kellogg in London, Ontario. r a f®g CRISPNESS moons, stars, signs of the Zodiac, and allthose other quaint drawings that one may see in Chase's Almanac. In fact I almost expected to see Mr. Bigelowe delve into into the pocket of his, robe and bring forth a box of Chase Nerve Pills with which to rally his shattered nerves. 'His face almost made.me weep. A straggly outcropping of beard cover- ed his cheeks — his hair stood up in a disorderly shock; his eyes held a wild light, which became wilder still, as his gaze fell upon me. .. "So you've - found me!" lie shrieked. "Well, you'll never take me back alive!" He sprang to his feet and raced madly away along the beach. I hastened after him. Losing sight of him, 1 searched for some time, •Finally' , rounding a clumps of fronds, I . abruptly halted. The scene confronting me was strange in the ex- treme: I was gazing at a sinall nat- ural amphitheatre in the forest. Sur- rounded by leafy verdure, the only entrance was that by way of the nar- row path, whence 1 had come. Op- posite me a cliff reared itself for fifty feet or more above the surrounding jungle growth. Directly in front of rhe, across : the little amphitheatre, there was a cave in the bottom of the cliff, which seemed to swell out of the rock at his feet. On his shoulders was perched a parrot; which,, upon seeing pie' start towards them, called out: "Wake up, P. J., and put the kettle on. We've got company for dinner!" Mr. Bigelowe did not move. I sat down besidehimand stared .stolidly into the pool. At last he said: "Well; what brings you Here?" I told him my wondrous tale, and then, in my turn, I asked him why he had forsaken society to live in such an isolate spot. "You see," 'he said sorrowfully, "it's a long, long story, I became wearied with material things. 1VIy thoughts turned to higher planes—" "Aeroplanes?" I said helpfully. "No!" he snapped in a disgustted tone. "`Planes — you know, just plan- es.r, "Yes, yes," I saki, "Continue!" "My mind turned to the future," Mr. Bigelowe went.on. "Desiring to leave mortal frivolities behind, I took up my abode on this island. And -here -- here on his enchanted island which until my arrival had never known the footstep of man — here T found the key which unlocked for ine the mys- tery of the future!" "What! I cried. "Where?" "There!" solemnly said Mr. Bige- lowe, indicating the 'pool which we were facing. "What!" I exclaimed. "This little pool—" "Regard it," said Mr. Bigelowe. I looked at, the pool. Circular in form, it was contained in a natural basin. The water was dark and shad- owy, giving the illusion of great depth. It mumbled and reared unccas ingly. Boiling, and heaving mysteri- ously it sent forth 'little clouds ()Lye - pour,. in angry .little puffs, as if some monster dwelt there, seemingly enrag- ed at the intrusion of strangers, who elowe confidently, "Whose life would ypu forsee?" 1 thought deeply. Mr. Bigelowe was pretty confident, Maybe there was something to this "wizard stuff," I had better pick an easy specimen for him to start on, I considered. Sh! I had it. "Jack Pollock!" I said. "Regard the pool!" said Mr. elowe, At the sound of "Pollock" the pool had come to life. It heaved and eddied as if alive .whilst harsh roarings were emitted` from it, and great puffs of vapour shot up in clouds. For sev- eral moments it boiled, then began to calm' and in the centre a smooth sur- face appeared. To my amazement I saw the face of this noble scion of the. House of Pol- lock staring aggressively at me from this"calm spot. Stiddenly his custom- ary aggressive aspect faded away, giv- ing place to a dreamy, pensive smile. His mouth opened, and there issued forth those sweetsounds that dulcet d ulc used to delight the ears of the stud- ents of W.H.S., away back in 1935. "The old Songs, , 1 ' on s the old songs, the Big Thursday, May, 2nc1, 1935 THE STANDARD OF QUALITY throughout the World liberally loaded with hair -oil, With an air .of desolation and de- jection he sat, his chin supported on his hands, brooding into space. In despair I turned to Mr. •Bige- lowe. •"You see," he explained, "poor El- mer could not decided between ,Dor- othy Deans and Ida Kelly, and so, in desperation, he fled civilization, be- coming a hermit. A sad, sad case." In unison Mr. Bigelowe and 'I heaved a deep sigh. "Now," be said, looking more cheer - good old songs forme," be blithely ful, "I shall show you something. nher • warbled. rier! Behold!" For a moment I was puzzled. Then Turning my gaze to the pooll I be - in a flash the -explanation came to me• held a scenewhich carried me back to "Good old Jack!" I exclaimed joy -thy. childhood days: A circus parade! fully. "I always knew that be would I gazed spellbound. The band was make an impression with that voice of marching past, led by a gay drum - make "Which is it,radio or grand op- maor, dressed in a bright red and - his. � j , era?" gold tubiform. He was twirling a big Mr. Bigelowe looked at me in atn silver.baton with one hand and.twirl- azement. "Neither!" he said, "Look at ing the ends of his moustache with those surroundings 'the other, while engaged in ht>inking I looked again and observed that at each pretty girl that he passed. It behind Jack was a room filled with was _1_ yes, surely I recognized that machinery. Along the walls were tier martial figure — Jack MacLean. He on tier of shelves, on which were had found his niche in life. stackedblack, cylindrical cone-shaped The band passed followed closely objects. Above the door was a large by a long line of elephants. Proudly sign which read: • headings the line, leading the first el - "Eureka Ear -Trumpet Manufactur- ephant by a pretty red ribbon was the ing Comapny. Testing Department- head elephant trainer — Jim McGill. Official Tester, Jack Pollock." 1 should have known that his deep in- It was too, too great a shod:. "En- terest in Vtlt Form Zoology would ough" I feebly cried, "Cease this tor- carry Hint on to large things! en sands framed the mirror-like basin,. and nodding palm trees beckoned me. to descend to this little paradise. My cloud drifted over the atoll, and then commenced to float gently down- ward. It drifted close to a tall, straight palm tree which stood up from the surrounding forest. The cloud gently collided with the three —there was a faint `spoof!" and the cloud dissolved, leaving me clinging with arms and legs to the tree -trunk. I heard an angry, ,scolding chatter, and, looking up, I saw two highly in-. dignant monkeys, hopping frantically up and down the tree -trunk, soundly berating, me for this uninvited intrus- ion upon their home and castle. Loosening my grasp, I slid quickly down the tree -trunk, followed by a shower of cocoanuts. I had reached the ground almost — when a well -aimed cocoanut dis- lodgedme from my path of descent, and I fell from the tree -trunk, with a frantic waving of arms and legs, to fall plump upon — Mr. Bigelowe! Removing myself from his prostrate frame I assisted the groaning than to an upright position against the palm tree. Mr. Bigelowe it was, but what a changed 'Mr, Bigelowe. 1 collapsed on the sands and Stared at him, Gone was the snappy up-to-the-minute man - about -town; gone the well -polished tan :shoes, the fancy ,checked red, white and blue socks, the well-ettt blue suit, with the 'tip of a white handker- chief peeping coyly from the breast pocket. Gone the cheery smile, rad- iating good -fellowship and Pepsoctent tooth paste; gone tite well-groomed hair, radiating urbanity and Glover's haft' tonic. Gone all these — his feet wore thrust into a pair of rope sandals, his frame was swathed in a black robe, girded around' his waist with a rope belt. The robe was covered with cab. alistie sighs and tokens' SIMS, ing down into the ocean in a shower of rain! Presently a dot appeared on the Msr•N e111111111ra■®>.1111L> 11sM11111111111tof111111111111 ■ ■ Creamery am Maitland Buyers Of Crearn,Eggs '111 111 THE UNlIUNITEDFARMERS' CO.OPE'I A.TIVE COMPANY, LIMITED. W1,tightmi Phone 2711. 1111001011011110111111101161101111011110011110102111011111011 Ontario, were gazing boldly into his retreat. "What do you wish to know?" said Mr. Bigelowe. "This little. pool is the window by which one may peep into the future, and vision coming events." I looked at him sorrowfully. "Tilt, tut, Mr. Bigelowe," I chided him. "You were told not to go •ottt in the sun with your hat off." "You don't believe," • he shouted wildly. "I will show you!" He sprang to his feet and disap peared into the cave. In a moment he carne out dragging a large box. He opened it, and I could see, row on row of bottles, each neatly. labelled. "Now," he said, "rat what year do you wish to visualize the world?" "Dear me! I thought, " The man's insane! I must humour hint!" ' "Oh, about 1955," I said carelessly. "Can do!" said Mr. Bigelowe cheer- ftilly. titre! Behind the elephants came the "Who else would you see?" clowns, their quips and antics putting I took a deep breath: the crowd in spasms of laughter as "Mike Robertson!" 1 whispered they passed. 1 particularly noticed feebly. three of the outstanding ones. On The pool bubbled and moaned. closer 'inspection I recognized under Then it cleared at the centre and the the ruffles and paint those two jokers pious face of George Michael Robert- of old V Forret, Lloyd Henderson and son was staring soberly out at meGeorge King. He wore a long black gown, the cowlThe arrival of the animal cages of which was thrown ' back on his gave me no time to deliberate on this shoulders and fiis head was closely important fact. shaven. Over his shoulders I-cau.ght a I gave the animals only a cursory glimpse ., of several-, grinning black faces. It was true. Just as I had al- ways, suspected, Mike had become a missionary to the. Hottentots. Ever since that far off day at W.H.S. when he had confided this life-long ambi- iton to the I had always felt sorrowful for the hottentots. But now all was different. I was .conscious of the far -away voice of Mr, Bigelowe breaking in up- on my meditation. "Mike is the successor to Wendell Finlay," he said sorrowfull. "Poor Wendall, he showed such ,promise as a missionary, too. But the cannibals ate him. Four died later from indi- gestion. But bis dearly -beloved' yoke -mate, Mary Powell, survives to carry on his work. The cannibals would have eat- en her too, but when they noticed the shade of -her hair they concluded that she inust have been already cooked once. And the Hottentots are very particular about anything warmed ov- er. May is so good at minding the little Hottentots. I nwst see something cheerful, In desperation I gasped: "Elmer Butt!'" Mr. Bigelowe looked at me sorrow-' proprietor helping himself when his spouse was looking the other way. Even as I looked, they, both' broke into song in time with the steam whistle. ":Little duckling, whither 'going, Pretty duckling wither—" By Jove! That tune seemed famil- iar. Why! that was the overture the W.H,S, Glee Club used to render so well! And those voices now singing it, had I not heardthem before? That soprano which so airily took the high notes, and that bass which so master- fully took the low ones Mary Rob- ertson and Bill Craig. With a final minor chord the pea- nut wagon passed on. • Next carne the Lady Equestriennes. Mounted on white steeds they were proudly prancing along (the steeds, not the ladies) while their riders leap- ed graceftilly .through paper hoops to alight easily on the backs of their horses again. I took particular notice of the three most charming and grace- ful ones. Could that be it could! Eileen Underwood, Ferrol Higgins and Myrtle Yuill. Now there came into vew a large float; decorated with placards adver- tising the presence of "The Daring Young Gal on the Flying Trapeze." Seated on a gold throne, bowing gracefully to right and left, sat this marvel of the high wires — none oth- er than Corinne McLean :herself! Following next came the ringmast- er, marching with stately stride as be- fitted his lordly status, curling the ends of his big moustache, and re- flectively cracking his whip from time to time. A familiar aspect to that jaunty stride, required a second look. Why it was George Brown! The function of the ringmaster seethed to be in clearing the way for the vehicle immediately following. This was an enormous reinforced float, bearing the well-known Fat He pulled out a bottle labelled 1955 and, withdrawing the cork, . tendered it to me, saying: "Here, drink this." "But—" I began. "Drink it!" he exclaimed petulant- ly, "It is only an elixir which 1 brew thyself to put one in the proper frame of mind. iaere, I will drink first. He took ,a copious draft of the li- quid, wringing out his whiskers with gusto, I .followed hs example and at once felt a strange feeling take pos- session of me. 1: sat•there, gazing in- tently into the pool, my body seem- ingly spinning madly through limit- less space, Itresently I heard mi.. Bigelowe's voice,• faintly sounding in my ear. "What would yoti know?" he .ask- ed. "Name it and it is yours:; It would lie best to humour him. My n'tind turned back to the school- room which I had left, My old school- mates! They would do! . "My fellow labourers at W. I.1, Si What ate they doing itt the year 19555?" 'Very elementary!" said Mr glance as they passed. But as the lion , Lady of the Circus. Surely there was something familiar about her? Al- though she had put on a little weight still I had no trouble in recognizing Doris Buchanan. Standing on a chair behind her, industriously engaged in waving.a big fan was Doc MtLeod. I was overcome'. by the sight. Re- moving my gaze from the pool, I turned to Mr. Bigelowe and feebly said. "Enough! Letus leave the circus." "Whom would you vision instead?" Ah! How could 1 have forgotten him this long. "Jack Fortune!" I cried jubilantly. (Continued Next Weelc) cage came opposite me I blinked, an rubbed my eyes. Who was the bold. lion -tamer, who, with exploding' re- volver and lashing whip, was driving the roaring raging lions cowering in- to the corner of the cage? Who was she? Staring the lions straight in the eye, she was snaking then jump through hoops, lie down and roll ov- er, and sit tip to beg for hot dogs, which she was gracefully . feeding then. Yes, surely it was Pearl Jones. Following the lions came a cage imprisoning a fearsome being at the sight of which .theonlookers drew back in horror. The Wild Man from Borneo! a fearsome figure, dressed in skins and smeared with dust, gnaw- ing savagely on a bone,and growling fiercely at ' a tiger, which crouched whimpering at the other end of the cage, as far away from the Wild Man as possible. What could it be? I looked closer. Spectacles! Red whiskers! Bruce Scott! The cage passed on, bearing its sav- age occupant out of my sight.. After the animal procession came a peanut wagon, its steam whistle sing- ing a merry little time. The propri- etors were handing out bags of pea- nuts at a great rate, and I noticed the. y. "I was afraid you would ask that," he said. "Elmer's career is one of the tragedies of W.H.S. Prepare yourself for a shock, His was such a promis- ing case, too." The pool eddied' and cleared. I' gazed eagerly forward, expecting to see Ehner's smiling face, But — could this be Elrner? 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