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JACKSON AUCTIONEER Phone 618r6, Wroxeter, or address k R. 1, Gorrie. Sales conducted any - "'here, and satisfaction guaranteed. DR. A. W. IRWIN DENTIST X-RAY Office, McDonald Block; W ingharnt. A. J. WALKER MIXTURE AND. FUNERAL. SERVICE <'A, 3', MVAT A^ABB Licensed Funeral Direct/ar4itti Embalmer. Office Phone 10g. Res. ]bone rA4. atest ]Ltrnousrne Funeral CoaCfa. iv THE WINGHAM ADVANCE -TIM Thursday, August 4th, 1932 FELIX PIESENBERG SYNOPSIS Johnny Breen, 16 years old, who had spent all of his life aboard a Hudson river tugboat plying near New York, is tossed into the river in a terrific collision which sinks the tug, drowns his mother and the man he called father. Ignorant, unschool- ed ,and fear driven, he drags himself ashore, hides in the friendly dark- ness of a huge covered truck—only to be kicked out at dawn—and into the midst of a tough gang of river rat boys who beat and chase hien. He escapes and, exhausted, tumbles into a basement doorway where he hides. The next day he is rescued and taken into the home of a Jew- ish family living in the rear of their second-hand clothing store. He works in the sweatshop store—and is openly courted by Becka—the young daughter, . . . The scene shifts to the home of the wealthy Van Horns —on 5th Avenue, where lives the .bachelor — Gilbert Van Horn —. in whose life there is a hidden chapter. That chapter was an affair with his mother's maid, who left the house when he was accused. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Harriet had left with a man, her father or brother. Simmons did not know. They walked down toward Park Avenue, and beyond, to the river, and the Cavalier, Tom Breen. was glad to get her at any price. Avenue club, Marvin Kelly, Judge of the State Supreme Court, a man about town, gray, genial, came in as the long af- ternoon shaded into night. "Gilbert, old boy," Marvin Kelly drew off his gloves and tossed his cane and hat on a vacatn chair. "I'in having a bit of fun tonight, on the Bowery, down at McManus' place, What are you doing?" "Having a whiskey sour; what else?" "All right. Dine 'with me at Mar- tin's, and then for the mixed -ale scrappers. Malone has a string of terriers, he's trying out a couple of heavies." "All right, Judge---- Ah, Joseph- ine. I want to tell you about her." "Yes." "Well, you know, I'm rather lucky about that. Getting to feel like a family man, home, you know, laugh- ter, and a bit of responsibility. She's entered at the Misses Filters. Sort of has the crowd guessing. Gar, I met her the other day, out walking with a class. Really, I felt as if I were responsible for the whole lot of them. A female gave me a cold stare when I bowed to my ward." "Gilbert, all you need is a hint, and! you'll be a family man yet." "I'm thinking seriously of getting an automobile." They talked idly. "Looked at the Panhard the other day, just brought over. The foreign makers are years ahead of us in that." They were off, shuffling above the resin canvas. As Gilbert left home his father gripped him by the hancl. "Well, Gilbert, you are a Van Horn, not a Hallett, thank God, The girl may show up again. I suppose she knows how to 'take care of herself." The. words, then as now, held a familiar ring. "But let this be a lesson to you." At the club, Brevoort, in the ut- most confidence, pouring out a lib - end highball of Sherwood, tossed it off and told the whole story to Mar- vin Kelly, a gentleman who mingled politics with Taw. "I recall the girl, Marvin, a handsome wench, a figure, if you follow me, and a way witli her. Think of leaving my boy clos- eted with that," "He's a Van Horn, all right. Well lere''s luck to 'em botch." "Howl" and the men tossed off their drink. The affair never got outside of the Van Horn home. Servants in those days, were loyal; it was still in a time when servants talked, but not for publication. Gilbert Van Horn, in the fall of 1900, sat in the window of his Fifth "It's a dangerous thing." Judge Kelly had ordered his drink and was considering it, "Joseph Muldoon, a child of seven, was killed on 51st Street last April by one of the new vehicles. There'll be dozens killed every year before we know it. Don't take any chances, Gilbert." "Depend on me being careful, Judge—here's looking at you!" For a while they continued to look out on Fifth Avenue. :'Come, Gilbert, let's walk up to Martin's." "I feel like a good scrap tonight." Van Horn stood and flexed his arms "Wouldn't mind mixing in it myself. Judge, you're a life saver." The two friends strolled up the avenue in the dusk. * * For a block or so each way, the groups of loiterers, and the curious, talked . of the, fights, The crowd gradually thickened before the doors of the club. Now and then some notable would appear, then McManus came; then followed the district chief of an adjoining principality in the close feudal system of Tammany; or some sporting celebrity would dash alp in a cab. It was more the at- traction of the club than any special fame of the contenders that drew these men, Pug Malone, the train- er, generally put up a show. Boys and men Iooked on, with the perpet- ual interest of expectaton, Gilbert Van Horn and Judge Kel- ly, wearing silk opera hats, and with rakish cloaks over their evening dress, stepped front a red , wheeled hansom, They had dressed the part, a bit of convention in the old city, for the Bowery, and the burns, ex- pected it of the quality. As they alighted Sol Bernfeld, holding John by the arm, passed the door of the club and entered the fighter's dressing room. It was crowded and a maze of talk and smoke greeted then as they entered. John had learned that he need only fight one opponent at a time, and he knew that leather gloves were far less damaging than brass knuckles. His point of view was typical of his experience. Generally he got five dollars for a fight, not an Inconsid- erable amount, and here he night earn fifteen. "But you got to win. Remember it, John, you got to win to cop the big money" John and Sol were be- ing pushed along a narrow isle to the ringside as Gilbert and the Judge took their seats, chatting with the McManus. Blue smoke lifted in the ,I air, drifting in flat veils like un -1 steady saucers of mist. A hum of talk rose between the scraps. It was a male audience; it was a time of hard heroic fighting. A hush fell over the hall as the announcer ap- peared. John had climbed into the ring, and a million fierce little eyes, terribly close together, in pairs, seemed to be boring at hint from all sides of an endless void. Immediately about him, under streaming light, was stark reality. "The next bout, gentleman, an' I hope it will be a bout,"—there was a slight pause, filled with boos and jeers --"is between"—and the stout man under the floodlight in the cen- ter of the ring brought a piece of paper closer to his eyes—"is between Rasper Dorgan," he waved his hand toward a corner of the squired cir- cle—a dark-skinned muscular youth rose to the introduction, grinning at the crowd, "known as the 'Polack Wonder,' and"—his other hand pointed accusingly at John Breen— "and Fighting Lipvitch!" The fighters had their bandages examined. The gloves were adjusted. The stools were pulled from the cor- ners. All but the referee left the ring. The fighters shook hands. The gong sounded. They were off, shuf- fling above the resined canvas. The cold white •light pelted down on them. Their bodies glistened, like animated specimens on some monster operatizsg table, The calls of the crowd rose more violent than ever. The Polack Wonder was picked to win. Cries of "Kill the whitewashed kyke! Knock his block off! Bust hint up!, Mix 'er! Kill 'int!" inter- spersed with oaths, greeted the sens- es of John, reeling backward from a hard blow on the nose. The warrn salty blood tricklieg over his lips, sucking into his mouth, filled him' with an ungovernable rage. Dancing', before his narrowed eyes he saw the thing he was after, a cruel fighter, who, in those red moments, epito- mized the enmity of man, During the first minute of the round, as the fighters, by their ac- tions, revealed a lack of science, many of the audience turned their backs to the ring, preferring to dis- cuss matters of greater interest while awaiting the main event of the ev ening, a much touted bout bctweezt third-rate heavies. 13ut, as the Ras per drew bloud, and the fighting. kyke showed spunk, the fans, alert on the instant, turned back to the ring. The tiered seats and the gal- lery bent over glued to their chairs and benches. The mephitic air, heavy with stale tobacco and foul with the fumes of whiskey breath, vibrated under the impact of tight fighting gloves' pummelling lsuman flesh. The Rasper landed again and again then John, seeing an opening, drove his hard right to the chin and laid bare the lower teeth of the Polack. Dart: blood oozed from the cut lip in a sluggish stream. A quick left to the jaw, partly blocked by the. Rasper, spattered blood over both fighters; the gong sounded the end of the round. Cheers rose from the ringside, cat calls and boos mingled with the din. The stamping of feet and the dust and smoke that lifted above the crowd attested • their ap- proval, They were getting blood and action for their money. Stools were shoved into the ring and the Rasper was rushed to his corner. A towel tosser, gulping large mouthfuls of water from a bot- tle, sprayed the contents over the dace and body of his Man, while two others massaged his arms and legs, and advisers from the Greenpoint section whispered breathless instruc- tions for the continuation of the bat- tle. Bets were being laid on their man, and partisan fans shouted en- couragement. "Ya got him, Rasp. Kill hies in the next! He's white— be is! Plug his wind! Look out for his right! He's a nut—crack him!" Fighting Lipvitch also had his ad- herents. Men yelled and howled as he went to his corner where Man- ager Sol, and a boy, worked over him in clumsy fashion. Sol Bernfeld had failed to provide his pian with proper handlers. John wiped his nose with a towel and gulped from a bot- tle of water. Then he sat back on his ' stool, his arms resting on the lower ropes of the ring. He was without the artificial aid for quick recuperation accorded his opponent. An angry murmur arose from the excited crowd, brought to a close by the hinging of the gong for the sec- ond round. The 'experienced Rasper ducked and dodged in a waiting game to wind and tire his opponent. Hoots and howls of rage greeted these un- popular maneuvers. "The Polack's stallin'i" some one shouted and an .empty flask whirled at him, missed, and crashed into the spectators in the opposite ringside seats. A great cheer for John swept through the crowd as his right fist again smash- ed against the jaw of the dodging Kasper with a bard sharp thud of a perfect blow, rocking his Man, for an instant, against the ropes. John responded to the change of sentiment with a burst of speed, landing right and left against the body in quick succession and jumping clear of a furious counter blow. Purple blotch- es rose under the impact of his fists. Then, after a running minute, a short hook to the wind ended the round. The Rasper staggered to his corner, a look of doubt crossing his battered face. John fell onto his stool, his nose again bleeding, a thick trickle of gore smearing down his throat and over his heaving chest. At a whistle from the trainer two boys from the Samson Club elbowed Sol and his assistant out of the (*timer, stripped of their coats and began rubbing and blosving water under di- rection of Pug Malone. A third man swung a towel alternately from his shoulders, fanning air into John's face. They rubbed and kneaded his legs, for .fighters tire there first, "Play his wind," was the advice of Malone, "don't stop—mind your' guard," and the third round was called with the sudden clanging of the gong, "Some is natural fighters, same as some is swimmers," Pug Malone wes expounding his yews ni the dressing room of the Samson Sporting• Club, --eath Service G.p 1 Ifizsgazoassamosena GRAN'i''F'LE1491NG, READY FOR SCHOOL School days will soon be here again. When, they come, every school child will be outfitted with books, pen and pencil. These things he needs so that he may be prepared to do his school work Much more does he need to be provided with good health if he is to make a real success of his school days. A surprisingly large number of ap- parently healthy children have cer- tain physical defects which hinder their mental and physical develop meet. The most common defects are those of the teeth, tonsils, aden- oids, and eyes. Other fairly common defects are those of hearing and nu- trition. It is obvious that the child who has one or more such defect cannot do as well in his school work as he would if he were free from the defects. A child who cannot hear or see properly, a child suffering from toothache, or a child whose head is stuffed -up with adenoids cannot be expected to be alert and give his full attention to his work: Indeed, this was so obvious that some years ago there was organized, in many places, a system to provide for the examination of school child- ren. One purpose of the examina- tion is to discover the presence of defects and to advise parents to have the discovered defects given the ne- cessary attention. J'b OF 7C113(V tbitat az s, nrii#iun Salt tea' by IVt.n, n ASSOCIATE Sedr1E1701Y To the parent, this physical exam- ination proves helpful information as to what their child needs to attain a good standard of health. The younger the child the .easier it is to correct most defects, Even the most trivial defects should be corrected at once so that the child may get the most out of his time in school and so be better prepared for life. It is unwise to wait until a child starts to school to find out if he has any defects. Many parents se- cure the advice of their family doc- tor during the pre-school years and so, when school time comes, their children are physically prepared. In addition :to being freed ,from physical defects the child should en- ter school armed with protection against smallpox 'and diphtheria. In some provinces the law requires vac- cination against smallpox. Diphther- ia each year takes away health and life itself from many children. This need not be the case, for we can pre- vent diphtheria by means of diph- theria immunization. Every baby, to- wards the end of his first year of life, should 'be immunized, and ev- ery child, as part of his preparation for school, should be proeced against diphtheria, Questions concerning Health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, will be answered personally by let- ter. after the fight. "They just naturally know how to fight, to put steam in- to a punch, an' kick, when it lands. Why dammit, ninety-nine fighters out of a hundred hit like windmills. Now that kid—Breen's his name, not Lipshitz, he's no kyke—that kid's a born natural fighter." The Jorgan-Lipvitch fight, 'ending by a clean knockout in the middle of the sixth round, after a mill filled with fight from start to the count of ten, completely overshadowed the main event, in which the mixed -ale pugilists, "Reel Herring" Henenessy and Jeff Keegan, floundered around in clumsy buffeting while the crowd dwindled in disgust. (Continued Next Week) SLAT'S DIARY By Ross Farquhar Friday—well us Boy scouts was gettin taut about :insex and wirms and ect. and then the scout Master made us rite down whut we new about insex and wirms and ect. an all I cud rimem- ber about wirms was the old say- ing aying that It is a long wirm witch has no tlrn and all K new about bees was that they .are a poor thing to try to set down on, Saterday— Mrs. Gillem say she is soar enuff at Mr. Gillem to go & leave him. she says she has ben trying to start Argunaint with him ever sense the Demacrat- ick Canvenshun and he wont argue with her no matter witch way she tawks, Sunday --well I was skared for a wile this morning at Sunday skool when the supperint--when the man- iger begun to tawk about Blisters. he tawked so nice about Blisters that I begun to think mebby Blisters had dyed doing the nite, but come to find out Blisters moed the chink laun yesterday and that was why he tawked so nice about him. They did. not pay Blisters for moing the chirch laun. Monday—Joe Hix was a rested to- day fer fishing outa season and the. Judge ast him whut Xcuse he had arid Joe just promised he woodent go a fishing for a yr. and the judge sed Well I'll help you keep your promise . for the lst 6 munths and give him 6 znunths in jale. Teusday—Ant Emmy was offly sick last nite and I herd ma a telling Mrs. Gillem she had a Attact of toe nail poisening. Mebby she went bearfooted. Wensday—Pa was laffi.ng about a Odd witch was put in the noose pa- per witch he wirks on. It sed Fir Sale' a table by a lady with curved legs and a Veneered top. Thirsday—ma win a bridge prize today it is a woman drest for a sack race oney she hassent got no arms, to hold up the sack with. 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