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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1931-04-09, Page 6A4vance.,Tinles. very 1.7 day Manning Logan? Craig _ Publisher E 'hexed at WINGIdAI' ; ONTARIO ANC Subscription rates — One year $2,00, Six months $1.00, in advance, To U. S, A, $2,60 per Year. Advertising rates ,tn application, Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840 Risks taken on all class of insur- ez)ce at reasonable rates. Head Office,;Guelph, Ont, RfirC*a2 C".022114, Ai -..a L ;i1P,ICAU.ak J. W. DODD Two doors south of Field's Butcher shop. FIRE, LIVE, ACCIDENT AND HEALTH INSURANCE AND, REAL ESTATE P. O. Box 366 Phone 46 WINGHAM, ONTARIO J. W. BUSFIFII LD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan Office—Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes J. H. CRAW FORD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone Wingbam Ontario J. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. Wingham, Ontario DR G. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store H. W. COLBORNE, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Horribly j?hgne 64 Wingham DR. ROB'I`. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Load.) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. R. L. STEWART Graduate of University of Toronto, Faculty of Medicine; Licentiate of the -Ontario College of Physicians and Surgeons. Office in Chisholm. Block `Josephine Street. Phone 29 DR. G. W. HOWSON DENTIST Office over John Galbraith's Store. F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Tad Office adjoining residence .ext co Anglican Church on Centre Street. Sundays by appointment. Osteopathy' Electricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p,tn. A.R.&F.E.DUVAL Licensed Drugiest Practitioners Chiropractic and Electro Therapy. Graduates of Canadian Chiropractic College, Toronto, and National Col- lege, Chicago. Out of town and. night calls res- ponded to. All business confidential. Phone 300. J. ALVIN FOX Registered Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC AND DRUGLESS PRACTICE ELECTRO -THERAPY Hours: 2-6, 7-8, or by appointment. Phone 191. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REALESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Farm Stock Phone 231, Wingham RICHARD B JACKSON AUCTIONEER Phone 613r6, Wroxeter., or address R. R 1, Gorrie. Sales conducted any- where, and satisfaction guaranteed. DRS. A. J. & A. W IRWIN DENTISTS Office MacDonald Block Winggham, ,. J. WALKER RNITURE AND FUNERAL SERVICE A. J. Waaler ' Licensed Mineral Director and Embalmer, Office Phone 105. Res. Phone 224, Latest Limousine Funeral Coach, Maggie Johnson, who father i letter -carrier, is the domestic drudge of the humble home where her moth- r does little except bemoan the fact that she has "seen better days" and her sister, Liz, who works in a beaut y shop, lies abed late, Maggie has to get the family breakfast before she starts out to her job in the Five -and, Ten -Cent Stare. There's a new boy at the Five -and - Ten, Jae Grant. He tells Maggie he has been assigned to work as her helper in the stock room. He seems rather dumb, but Maggie helps him through his first day at the store and shaves her lunch with him in a cub- by-hole of a place that belongs to a mattress factory next door, to t hive -and -Te i. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOR gtee e EN N 0 R.1 5 s a again, extending toward him a fresh He was cross. supply of the broken biscatits, "Ail right, don't "Where'd you get . all this diet what .do you think stuff?" Joe asked, diverted. print it for?" "Oh she flashed , carelessly, "the evenin' papers has it, always, a health column." "But yoti don't believe all you see in the papers!" Joe teased. "I do some things," Maggie coun- tered uncertainly, after a moment's thought. "And do you do all the things the papers say to do?" Joe asked. "I'm doin' one now," she answered, moving only her lips. "I'm relaxin', Relax ten minutes after meals, if you are thin, . Stand if you're fat. Exer-' he cises'every mornin'--" "We have twelve minutes," Joe said lancin ! g gat his wrist. "And do you YIbelieve .all the ideal cards, too?" he pursued. of at- al - ng elf ed milk ad ly She had preceded .him tea a s room built by the walls of piled m tresses, mounting in stacks up most to the roof of this neighbors basement. The girl seated hers comfortably, her small .leg stretch out before her and the bottle of and cardboard box of supper she h been carrying arranged convenient to hand. "Isn't this grand?" she asked, wi a long sigh of satisfaction. Three walls were made of mat- tresses, rising high about them. The fourth was that space of brick punc- tured by the high area window. Joe, grinned an appreciative agreement. 'This is the basement of the Di gins Deepsweet Mattress Company; backs on to the Mack, Maggie e plained, "We're on Eight, they're o Ninth -this is one of their stor rooms. I found it last summer. If should drop off toe sleep for God sake wake me up! I mean it, I'm no swearin', Joe.' There's a lot of sand niches and broken biscuits there th was in the` bottom of a bucket. Stal bread is better for you, anyway. W oughter have a green vegetable, bu you can't balance your diet on Sat- urdays—" "How do you mean, balance your diet?" he'asked in amazement. "Don't you know about diet?" she demanded.: "Well, something; Joe admitted with his mouth full, "But I didn't know that you did." "Oh, sure I do! i read it in. a paper," she said, beginning on her own milk, talking through, or around, the straws. "You have to eat iron and starch—and fosters," she said, somewhat uncertain of the last word. '"Iron and starch and—what?" he asked, fishing for the extraordinary word. But_ she would not be baited. "All sorts of things," she said eva- sively, "These sandwiches are tuna fish and egg—they're always the ones that are left. We never get the chicken or ham ones, but we don't care, do we?" she ended a little an- xiously. "I don't!" Joe said, ravenous. `"How'd. you happen to find this place?" he asked, approving of it. ""I was after some ideels in our basement," she said, "An' I seen this winder." Ain't it nice in here?" "You were after .some what?" he errupted. 'Some ideels, Some of them little —well, sorter prayers they . have all colored up, on cards," Maggie ex- plained. "Like `No man is useless while he has a friend,' an' 'To earn little, to spend a little less' an' There's so much good in the worst of us,' " elle went on. But at such lightning speed that Joe could not ake beginning or an end to what he said. He burst' out Iaughing, "You laugh : like you were much Id than yotiare " said Maggie, struck ith some sudden suspicion. 'I'm almost twenty,"Joe said, by -how old did you think I was?" 'I thought you was a kid," Mag said frankly. "That's," she ended ocently, "that's why I sorter took interest in you." 'How old are you?" Joe countered, re you thirteen?" Thirteen!" she echoed, feelingaf- nted. "`I've been workin' four rs. I'll be eighteen' my next birth - Y• I' was seventeen last Valentine's y!" nd suddenly both were embarras- , and they stopped talking, in me, confusion of spirit, But when.:1 first went to work," ggic resumed, "I was awful little. pened a door an' checked umbrel- You'd wonder they let me in at Three dollars a week, they paid tie "How do you mean?" she asked, "Well, don't they all have rules for life on theta?" Joe suggested. "Lest. we forget,' and 'I am the captain of my soul,' and all that?" "Was you readin' then to -day?" she asked, surprised, "No. But I know that - kind of stuff!" "'Let us be' up an' 'doin,.' >' Mag- gie was murmuring, as if she .heard the words for the first time; "'Laugh an' the world laughs with you.' "Oh, gosh, it .makes me sick at my stomach!" Joe said faintly, between a laugh and groan. Maggie laughed, puzzled but sym-. g- pathetic. it "It sorter doesn't mean anything," " Y g', x-, she conceded. "But the' `Si sezzes' n are funny," she submitted'doubtfnlly, e_ "The whets?" I "The `Si Sezzes'—we call them that," a sheelucidated. s , They all be- t gin, `Si Sez.'" "Bunk!" Joe,commented disgusted- at lY• t e She was staring at him, faintly sus- t e picious. believe it. But the newspapers "You mean so much for grocerie and amusements and clothes and den tists?" she demanded, arresting hi with a small clutching hand on his arm. "Certainly!" She seemed to droop. "My mother'd never do it, though! She hates managing." ` "Well, because your mother would not do it,Maggie," he said unpleas- antly, "doesn't make it less true, does rt?„ $ m s "No," she said'sadly, briefly, And Joe suddenly felt ashained of him- self. He gave: her a steadying hand as they scrambled back through the two windows, and over the bales and boxes in their own basement, just in time to hear the gong emit its sharp double ring. But once again in the roar and rush of the store upstairs, he noted that she did` not quite res- tore him to the familiar footing upon which he had been before. At ten o'clock two old women, armed with pails and mops,_ made their appearance at the back of the store, and purchasers began to take on a slightly apologetic note. Then, suddenly, a gong struck, and a' hundred ,saleswomen were jamming through the black back passage, past the enormous service elevator into the wet street. Joe, stooping toward a heap of rubbish that was' advanc- ing steadily ahead of a charwoman's wide broom picked up something and cut through the crowd to follow the. sodden little coated figure that was Maggie Johnson. "Here,"; he said, handing her a bent card. "I just found this. It was thrown out. Since you believe every- hing the newspapers tell you, how's: his?" "'The way to begin livin' the ideal t int a m s 0 w "W gie e hn an ""A fro yea da Sia A sed so Ma 10 las. all. tree "Oh, I've had my share!" she res- ponded. "We ought to have some- thing :green with this/' said Maggie "The way to begin livin' the ideel life is—'to begin," she read slowly. "Joe," she began after a moment. "is this your first job?" "What makes you think it isn't?" he parried. "Becauz—becauz fellers of nineteen don't usually begin on what you're. doin', stockroom work," Said Maggie, "'specially when they talk like you do," "1 worked on a farm awhile," Joe said, "And 1 travelled with a circus and worked in a bicycle shop," he added imaginatively. Maggie was satisfied, She reverted to a.inore interesting topic, "My mother says that all that the newspaper -says about budgets and systems and all that is the bunk," she offered. "My sister has to keep her hands white becauz she demonstrates a beauty create, and my mother don't get round much." "But niy mother. don't like Liz to use make-up—and she won't let me cut my hair—she says it ain't ladylike for girls to bob their hair." "Father living?" Joe asked. She hesitated. "My father's a --a wonderful man, Yes, he's living." "What's his profess—what's he do?" Joe asked. "Ilehe's a travellin' man." Some- how she wanted Joe to admire Pop, "And my mother's -fleshy," said Maggie delicately. "Well, I'll tell youone thing," said Joe, as they began to gather sup the signs of their feast and prepare to return upstairs to the store, "I'll tell you one thing_—I wouldn't like your sister." "Oh, foe, why not!" "I don't know. I just know that. And here's another thing, that budget and system and efficiency talk is all true," Maggie's beautiful blue eyes wid- tined almost as if in pain', "Oh, Joe, I don't believe it!" she said again, life is --to begin,'" she read slowly. And she looked up blankly. "Begin what?" she asked, "That's all there is. It don't finish it." "It's all bunk," he .said, trying to laugh. "Well, I don't know, Joel" she an- swered, with a flash of animation crossing her pale, dirty little face. "What you said to -night made me kinder wonder. I've been doing all these ,things about 'eatin', and exer- cise, and washin'," she said eagerly, "but I guess this thinkin' is just as important, • I've been handlin' them ideels, and crawlin' over them, and hearin' about them for three years, an' to -day's the first tiine I ever real- ly looked atone! I guess you're tir- ed, Joe, she added, concernedly, as they walked toward the corner 'to- gether. "Next week won't be .so hard. An' I guess it felt pretty good to get that; pay envelope to -day; did- n't it?" sheasked encouragingly, "Sure, it did," Joe answered briefly, "Do you go up?" the girl asked. "1 live on Goat Hill over there -my father waits ;for me 'at the corner, Saturday nights." e. "I live down the island," Joe said. "The ideal life—oh, my God!" he said, thinking of the hard job -she had left, and of the sort of house to which she was probably going. "You've got a fine chance to lead the ideal life, Maggie Johnson!" Joe said with a bitter laugh. He turned abruptly and walked a deserted block westward, glancing be- hind him to be sure he had escaped the home -going tide from the Mack, And in the second block, he stopped "The Way to begin livin' the ideel life is --to begin," She read slowly. short at a handsome roadster, parked before a row of unpretentious homes, Joe got into it, fished a key from his pocket,and swept into the street. The engine purred, the big car moved smoothly away from the city, passed the parks and the factory district and the scattered lights of the "humbler suburbs, and so came to the splendid trees and the a'reat walls and gates of Eiming'dale, home of the richest and most fashionable men and wo- men of that particular part of the world. In between certain magnificent posts of stone and brick wen .Joe and his car, to the side door of one of the most imposing of all :the man- sions there,: An elderly butler, ad- mitting without question the dirty and weary stock boy of the Mack, ventured so far as to lay an eager, welcoming hand on his arm, "Mr, Joseph --sir! I'm glad to see you back safely, sir, What, with—" he coughed delicately—"what with the little unpleasantness yesterday morning, sir, and your—your very emphatic remarks to me, sir, on the subject of your parents"—ahem!---at- titude, and then your not returning last night or to -day, either for lun- cheon or dinner—" "I'm all right, Allen, and you were a brick to be on the job to let me in. I'xn late because I got a job." "You mean you really are working, Mr. Joe?" "I mean "I really am." "You're not going back to college, sir?" "Not on your life!" "Why, but look here, sir," pleaded the older man, distressed, "your fa- ther never meant a word he said yes- terday morning, nor your mother, ei-, then." "Allen," Joeinterrupted, slipping his arms into the dressing grown the man held' ready behind him, "can you keep a secret?" "Anything you told me in confi- dence,sir- he began reluctantly. "Well, then listen. I've got a job in the Mack Merril Department Store -the Eighth. Street one." "A job in the Mack Merril Stores, sir?" The butler • was actually pale. "In the office, sir?" "In the office nothing! In the shop. Carting wall papers and ink and cleaning brushes and earrings around the place. I'm, going to show m father that e Y he cant stand up in a corner and throw mud at me! He can't call me a thief and a liar—" "`ls2r. roseph, sir, he never called you that --I didn't hear that," the hor- rified old butler interrupted, "Hear him! Everybody in the"nei- borhood heard him. No, sir, he 't get a'tvay with it," said Joe. rat: run along, Allen, and keep aum, and tell 'em I'm all right and 'm hom, The mesersage was unobtrusively carried to a handsome middle-aged man, who was playing bridge with three other men in the library. It penetrated into a •1•uxurious dressing room, where a beautiful and aristo- cratic woman was making up her face between a dinner dance and a late ball. This woman merely raised her eye- brows at . the news. And in a little while she mounted the flight of wide, palm -decorated stairs that lay between her suite and his, and appeared, expectantly, in his doorway, (Continued next week.) FAVORITE HYMNS Ye choirs of new Jerusalem, Your sweetest notes employ, The. Paschal victory to hymn In strains of holy joy. For Judah's Lion bursts His chains, Crushing the serpent's head; And cries. aloud through death's do- mains To wake the imprison'ddead.. Devouring depths of hell their prey At His command restore; His ransoni'd hosts pursue their. way Where Jesus goes before, Triumphant in His glory now To Him all power is given; To Him in one •communion bow All saints in earth and Heav'n. While we, His soldiers, praise our. King, His mercy we implore, Within His palace bright to bring And keep tts, evermore. All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, While endless ages run. • Alleluia! Amen . This cheery little Raster hymn was a great favorite in the Church of England nine hundred years ago. In the Prayer and Hymn books of the dioceses of York, Salisbury, St. Ale bans, and Aberdeen, perhaps in oth- ers of which copies remain, it found place for use through the Easter sea- son. In those days when . the Anglo- Saxons had not yet succeeded in es- tablishing firmly an English accent; out of the 'ancient British, Latip, Danish, Gaelic and Saxon tongues. which ,prevailed' more or less among various glasses of society or in var- ious parts of the Island, the prayer book and hymnals were written in Latin, as being nearest to an uni- versally known language among the highest classes of society. Latin was the language used also in France in those days in the prayer and hymn books, and St. Fulbert of the diocese of Chartres, a learned and well beloved churchman, who died on April 10, 1028, composed our hymn in that language. The good bishop, whose benevolence and learn- ing won for him, the title of saint,, wrote many theological works, also, several hymns. Printing had, of course, not been invented then and copying by hand was a costly 'and laborious task, and perhaps owing to that, only one or two copies of his works have been preserved, Of St. Fulbert's hymns only the one preserved in the English prayer books has come down to us, the lines printed herewith giving a very good idea of the hymn as St. Fulbert wrote it. The second verse is supposed to have been based on a curious belief of the Middle Ages thatthe young lion is born apparently' dead, ' and so re- mains until the third day. Then the father of the young lion approaches and breathesupon him, when he comes to life. This was held to be typical of the , coming to life of the "Lion of the Tribe of Judah," our blessed Saviouv Jesus Christ, who came back into human life when on "the third day He rose again from the dead." It was also a common belief that before His return to the earth, Our Saviour announced to all the faithful nesting souls in paradise, that • the work of their salvation was accomp- lished, and that now they had but to await the great Easter, and the trump of the archangel and the voice of God which would restore them to their bodies, r s fit 1• p ua 'zed, and able to exist in the pure atmosphere of the heaven of perfect bliss. St. Fulbert's Easter hymnisstill a favorite with the people of our race, and appears in all or nearly all of the hymnals in the language, in one translation or another. That master of translated hymns the Rev. Dr. J. Mason Neale has given us a noble version and so has the Rev. Dr. Lit- tledale, but the choice of the common people has dictated . to hymnal com- pilers the inclusion in them of the translation made by Robert Camp bell, a lawyer of Sherrington in Scot land. Mr, Campbell was born in Glas- gow in 1814, and being an exceeding- ly clever lad entered 'the University of that city, at an age before most lads are thinking of Ieaving their pre- paratory schools. He had always shown a liking for theological stud- ies, but stumbled at some of the statements of • faith current among those with whom he came in contact. He left the Presbyterians, allied him- self with the Episcopal Church of Scotland, and meanwhile took up the study of law, and became well known as an advocate. A fine classical scholar in 1847 he submitted to Dr, Mosan Neals, and other authorities on hymns, a num- ber of translations of the ancient of the Church. Receiving their criti- cisms and commendations, he pub- lished some of them in a hymnal he. compiled for the church of his home diocese, which became known as St. Andrew's: Hymnal. Froin that book was taken our hymn as here repro- duced, another Easter hymn "at the Lamb's High Feast we sing," and "Come pure Hearts in sweetest mea- sure. Robert Campbell died, a Roman Catholic, at Edinburgh ite 1868, but left a splendid monument to his gen- ius and spirituality in his grand Eas- ter hymns. Much of the popularity the hytnn has enjoyed is no doubt, due to the spirited melodious tune, St. Fulbert, composed for it by Dr. H. J. Gaunt- lett, one of the best known of sacred writers in England, whd lived from 1805 to 1867, and who gave us this tune. " Foreman -- Now, Murphy, what about carrying some anoi'e bricks?" Murphy—"I ain't feelin' well, 'guv- nor tremblin' all over," Foreman-- "Well, then, get busy with the sieve." Internal Revenue Little Willie is a funny And eccentric little waif— Swallowed all his Sister's money, Said that he was' playing safe,' Charles --"And you are. absolutely Sure thatyoulove the?" Irene—"Heavens! Do you think I would be sitting here" letting you: b.ore me like this if I didn't?" Tho)'$+ ay, A At1l� RELIEF From Headaches Colds►nd Sore Throat I Ne .uritis, Neuralgia Don't be a chronic sufferer flag! headaches, or any other pain. Thera., is hardly an ache orpain Bayer' Aspirin tablets can't relieve; they are a great comfort to women who suffer periodically. They are always to be, relied on for breaking up colds. It znay be only a simple headaches;, or it may be neuralgia or zaeuritls rheumatism. Bayer ASpirin is still the sensible thing to take. Just " certain it's Bayer you're taking' It does not .hurt the heart. Get the. genuine tablets, in this familiar° package for the pocket. BEWARE OF IMITATIONS 111 1111 I .f Sincerity is more important than genius or talent. Father—"Isn't that young man ra-- ther fast?" Daughter "Yes, Daddy, but E don't think -he'll get away.'` Here and There lr e 1 The lobster season along the Nova Scotia coasts is now in full swing. It is estimated that at least 400 fishermen are engaged in the industry and that the number of traps will likely reach 200,000 or more. , The diningsal n of the new 42,500 -ton Empress . of Britain,. known as "Salle Jacques Cartier,"- is the largest unpillared room on: the five oceans. It was decorated: by Frank Brangwyn, R.A. As a tourist centre Cape Breton enjoyed one of the best seasons in its history during 1930. During: the year 2,450 automobiles were - handled across the Strait of Canso as compared with 2,057 for the previous year. Vancouver will have the honor or welcoming a reigning monarch when King Prajadhipok, of Siam, and his consort, Queen Rambai- Barni, arrive there April 17, aboard Canadian Pacific liner Empress of Japan. One of the largest and most cour- ageous engineering undertakings on the continent, is proceeding at the Abitibi canyon, A.bitlbi River, near Cochrane, Northern Ontario, where a plant Is being built to generate 250,000 horse -power at a cost of over $20,000,000. "British steel. for Canadian pro- duce," is the slogan lettered on massive shaftings unloaded at Saint John recently for shipment ever Canadian . Pacifie 'Railway for use in hydro -electric development plants at Beauharnois, Quebec, and in the valley of the Ottawa River. France should prove an excellent market for Canadian wheat since she has not committed herself to regulated purchases of wheat from Central European countries. said Ilon. C, A. Henry, French Minister to Canada, interviewed at the Windsor Station, Montreal, en his. way to present credentials at Ot- tawa. Relayed to twenty-two stations between Quebec City and Victoria by Canadian Pacific Telegraphs the speech of the Prince of Wales, opening the British Trade Fair in Buenos Aires, was clearly heard across the Dominion. The bread- cast was brought to Canada direct from Buenos .Aires by the short wave beam system of the Canadian Marconi , Company. ' What the Ice Age looked like, millions of years ago, is exactly pictured in the great Columbia ice - field, extending for hundreds of miles in the Rockies, and easily accessible from Lake Louise, said Walter L, Payne, in a recent lec- ture entitled, "On Tlorseback to the Glacial .Age." The field extends In the form of glaciers to three sides from which miglity rivers ran to' the Arctic, Pacifie and Atlanite oceans. Champions of the Railway -Phone League and winners of the Beattt Trophy and the Thornton Cup the Paeific Railway 'hockey - team, . were individually preseet,ed with gold Watches suitably Omscrib= ed, the gift of B. W. Beatty, chair- man and president of the system. In honor of their victory, et a ban- quet at the place Viger Hotel, Montreal, recently, The team will play Winnipeg at the end of March for the all 'thee hockey ehanplos- ship of the Railway. (719),