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Zurich Herald, 1933-08-24, Page 2fr frfr 1 0 1 1 ' PP • 6 • • • • 00 INVESTOm'iS! New and Attractive Opportunifles are developing. Oct ready to share in them and have your present stocks and bonds analyzed, No Cost ar Obligation. LINDBERG. ROBERTSON 100 ADELAIDE ST, WEST 8E CO. LTD, TORONTO 01.•*•••••,••wvol Pithy Anecdotes Of Fain*us People After sixty years—during which it has improved with age—"Julia New - berry's Diary" has been rescued from oblivion and published. And a more charming, quaint and delightful story of a young lady of quality of the late '60's and early '70's is impossible to imagine. Just to prove it, here is a sample entry—taken at random—from Julia's diary. Dated from her home, Chicago, June 14, 1870, when she was 15 years of age, it runs, spelling and all: "Mr. Goldwin Smith went to church C dined with us on Sunday; ye liked him emensely, & I never heard any one speak so delightfully. He has the English accent in perfection! * * "He gave us much interesting in- formation aobut the aristocratic por- tion of English society, & told us about the Prince of Wales, whose tutor he was at Oxford; & also about John Stuart Mill, Gladston, Lord Brome, Lord Stanley, & others! "He said he admired anyone who -was very rich, & yet studied; and he felt sure that if he had had 200,000 lbs. a year like Lord Stanley he should have spent his time in reading novels. A remark I shall remember when I feel lazy; "Charles Dickens died last Friday. June 9th." The reference to Dickens is Italics. in * * * An. amusing story about Lady Astor is told by Maud Nathan, a leader of the Woman Movement (in her remin- iscences "Once Upon a Time and To- day"). Mrs. Nathan had met Lady Astor during her work for suffrage, and, being in England, called at Clive- den—the Astor estate on the Thames —and by great good luck found Lady Nancy at honie. "She took us through the beautiful house," relates Mrs. Nathan, "even upstairs to see her bedroom, with its old carved ebony four-poster and its little secret panel for valuables. Juxnp- ing up blithely on the lace spread, she opened the panel and said, 'But you see, it's empty, We English have no money to hide away now. It all goes in taxes!'" * * Mrs. Nathan, who is a cousin of United States Supreme Court Justice Cardozo, once sought his signature to a petition being circulated by the Con- sumers' League, of which she is presi- dent. By mistake he was sent the wrong form headed: "We, the under - signet'. women," instead of one begin- ning: "We, the undersigned citizens." But he signed it, returning it to Mrs. Nathan with the observation: "For you e sake I have signed away n sex!" * * * English— as she is spoke in Japan! "With the influx of English and Am- erican tourists, the Japanese are feel- ing more and more the necessity of acquiring the English laieguage," says Mrs. Nathan. "This is shown by the growing number of etreet signs print- ed in English! Some of these signs were most amusing. For instance a ladies' tailor announced on a swing- ing sign: "Respectable ladies have fits upstairs.' A dairy window held the following: 'We sell responsible and Irresponsible milk. The responsible flank conies from cows constantly sup- ervised by Mr. ' The 'irrespon- sible' milk proved to be cans of con- tiensed milk, the label showing that they had come from California." * * * school and was shown into the room where the pupils were. * * * "Instead of shaking hands I bowed to the Head -mistress, who was rather surprised. However, she welcomed me cordially and turned to introduce me to the school; "'Girls, this is the celebrated Brit- ish Gen—' "She slid not finish, for, taking a step forward, I put my foot on a loose rug on the polished floor, slid right into the centre of the room and sat down heavily in front of the row of aetonished damsels! This performance broke no bones; but it brolce the ice, and when the hysteria had somewhat abated I delieered one of the most successful homilies of my tour." * * In Burlington, Iowa, General Swin- ton had this "rfreshing experience": "On my way to dinner," he relates, "I net a man on the sidewalk wear- ing a sort of uniform and a species of yachting cap on which was a Red Cross badge. He sported a larger assortment of badges and buttons than any man I had ever seen except a Pearly King.' (A coster.) Stopping dead in front of me he burst out: "'Say! you do surprise me!' "'So do you me!' I replied. 'I know what's biting you.' "'How's that?' "1 You're wondering what I am.' "'1 sure am.' "'Well, I'm wondering what you are. Let's guess.' "He grinned. `Sure. first.' * * * "Looking at his hat, I remarked he was the 'Lord High leluckamuck of the Red Cross.' "He did not understand. I tried once more. 'You're the big noise of the Red Cross.' "'Wrong. Guess again.' " 'I can't. What are you?' " 'I'm a trolley -car conductor,' answered with honest pride. "'You don't say so!' I replied. 'Now you shoot.' " guess ficer.' "'Wrong. Guess again.' ''A Belgian officer?' "'Wrong.' " `Gee! What are you?' " 'A British officer.' " 'Oh, boy!' he replied in surprise. 'Can you beat it?' "'You can't,' was my final remark and, shaking hands, each with a grin, • . proceeded on our respective -ways." • * When Philip Guedella—biographer of Wellington and Palmerston and sparkling epierammktist—was Presi- dent of the Oxford Union (the student debating society) he once begged Arn- old Lunn to ask him two special ques- tions—there are always questions be- fore the debate starts—the answers to which he had carefully. prepared, de- clares Hesketh Pearson. Lunn agreed, and in due course put the first ques- tion, You shoot he you are a Serbian of - evident * * Gucdalla's witty reply sent a ripple of laughter through the assembly. Lunn rose again and put the second question. Guedalla brought off a bril- liant retort, which brought down the house, But Lunn now felt it was his turn. Rising gravely from his seat once more, he gently inquired: "What was the third question you wished me to ask you?" The house rocked a third time. The phrase books from which the middle class Japanese gain their knowledge of English are often res- ponsible for these mistakes. Mrs. Nathan says. For instance a Japan- ese guide who had learned his English from a guide book, greeted her cour- teously one day with: "Good morning, Sir or Madam, which- ever the case may be!" * * * That loose rugs on highly polished floors— and chewing-gum—menace the dignity of unsuspecting visitors to these hospitable shores will be gather- ed from an amusing story told by Major-General Sir Edward D. Swin- ton—famous inventor of the Tanks, and, as "Eyewitness," the only eorres- pondent allowed at the British front for the first ten months of the World War. When General Swinton was here with Lord Reading in March, 1918, his services were requisitioned by the United States Treasury as a sipeaker to tour the country on behalf of the Third Liberty Loan. * * Let the General tell the story: "At one place I was asked to give an address at a very select girls' Sehool," he chuckles (in his absorbing war reminiscences "Eyewitness: And the Origin of the Tanks.") 1'1.Inluckily tome kind friends had given me a stick of chewing -gum just before we arrived. Ignorant of its tenacious qualities I put it in my mouth, and found that I could not swallow it or get rid of it. After a struggle I ex- tracted it, but it stuck to my fingers; and it was with remnants of chewing - rine a., teeth hands that I entered the ......0-0,0-41-*-0-1.-0-0-seereleerelerfeeeregee- Fresh Fragrance of Blossoms SYNOPSIS. At a London dance club Molly Car- stairs meets Roger Darling who prom- ises to get her a jOb. The 'following morning Molly is stopped by a police- man and taken to the police station, where she is identified by o. Mr, and Mrs: Silver as their missing niece. That night at the Silvers home she discovers she is being used as a decoy in a gamb- ling house. The Silvers next tell Molly that Major Carstairs, her father, is on his. way home from India. A further crisis develops when Molly runs into Roger Burling leaving' Paul Silver's study, where there has been a quarrel, Silver employs Judson to kill Darling. Inspector Blayton interviews Roger re- garding the suicide of one of Roger's friends, due to gambling debts. Molly accompanies the Silvers to meet her father.” CHAPTER XV.—(Cont'd.) Paul Silver had, the day previously, gone down to the steamship company's offices and secured permits to board the vessel before the passngers came ashore. He had considered this to be the wisest course; better, in fact, than that the meeting should take place on the crowded quayside. Motioning to his wife and. Molly to follow him he elbowed his way through the crowd to the foot of the gangway where a dock official stood. The man consulted the slips of paper which Silver held in his hand and, after sat- isfying himself that they were in or- der, the trio were permitted to ascend to the deck. Molly's heart was beating wildly as she followed Flora Silver. Yesterday this moment had not seemed nearly so formidable as it was now. At the head of the gangway Silver waylaid a white -coated steward and inquired for Major Carstair's stateroom. •A coin passed between them and the steward led the way along a narrow iron -bound alleyway between decks un- til he halted before a door numbered 75. He knocked upon the cedar -wood panel and receiving no reply turned the handle. "Major Carstairs is probably in the lounge," he told them. "The passport officer's there examining their pa- pers. If you'll stay here a few min- utes I'll tell the Major you're here." The next moment the man had closed the door and they found, them- selves alone in the compact, comfort- ably -furnished little apartment. Paul Silver laid a hand on the girl's arm and looked.up into her eyes. "You're not feeling nervous, my clear?" he inquired. "Don't worry, everything will be all right. I'm just stepping outside for a moment." Paul Silver opened the door and moved out into the alleyway glancing nervously about him. He had not long to wait before, tholiave taken all the thrill from this tall, erect figure of Major CarstaiVrjoyous eminent." "I think that's awfully nice of you," answered Molly, a trifle breathlessly. "And it's rather like that for me. I've always had my dream -picture of you, don't forget." "But what about the one I sent. . .." The Major broke off in obvious con- fusion. Of course, he was forgetting what Silver had told him. Still, there was plenty of time for talking. He'd found her now and that was all he wanted. He turned to Flora Silver. "My sincere apologies, Flora, for not greeting you before, but I think you understand. And you're not look- ing any older, either, is she Paul?" he added, gallantly. Flora Silver took the proffered hand and simpered rather foolishly. "And you haven't forgotten how to certainly, "she's suffering from a temporary loss of memory. The doc- tor says she'll be all right again soon but that we must be careful of her. There are some things she can remember and ethers she can't." "Why wasn't I told about this?" he asked, quietly. "Has the poor child been like this for long?" "Only for a fortnight, Aldous, It is most distressing—especially now." "I'm glad you warned nie, Paul, old man," smiled the Major. "Perhaps the sight of nie will effect a cure. I've heard of such cases before—sudden emotional shock, you know." "Let's hope so," said Silver. "And now, we'll go inside.". Molly Carstairs watched that state- room door open as though hypnotised. Paul Silver entered first. He was smiling brightly; the first time she had seen him smiling for many days. But it was not Paul Silver she really noticed it was the 'tall, bronze -faced man with the grey hair and small grey moustache who followed closely on. his heels. For a moment he stood there his eyes sniffing, if not his lips. "Molly! My child!" he exclaimed, holding out both his hands towards her as he advanced a pace. For many years afterwards the memory of that moment remained with Molly. Despite the hatefulness of it all, there was something about that reunion of the father and the girl he believed to be his daughter that affected her deeply. It was one of those few moments in life that leave an almost indelible impression on the subconscious mind. She remembered the look in those blue eyes as he held her close to him and bent down and kissed her very tenderly. It was the dearest wish that life holds for him. The apex of years of hoping; the ful- filment of a dream. When he released her after what seemed an eternity of mental anguisb her eyes were wet with tears and she noticed that his own were by no means dry. Even Flora Silver dabbed at her make-up with a small pink handker- chief which she had abstracted from her handbag. Then Major Carstairs spoke again. "I think you look lovely, Molly," he smiled, and there was a ring of sin- cerity in his tones. "You're far love- lier than ever I pictured you. You know, I'm rather glad, now that you never sent me your photograph. If you had done, I should have known just what to expect and that would appeared from around the first angle. He saw Silver and a smile came to his lips. His hand shot out in greet- ing.' "Dear old Silver," cried the Major heartily. "I never expected you'd come aboard. Have you brought Molly with you?" Paul Silver grasped the outstretch- ed hand and nodded. "She's inside with Flora," he said, a trifle unsteadily. "I came out here Aldous, old man, to warn you." "Warn me? hy, what's wrong?" The smile was still on the Major's face, for life was very good to him at that moment. "It's about Molly," whispered. Sil- ver, "I want you to be very careful with her; you see ..." he paused, un - Good Luck, Fisherman Good luck, fisherman, to you, In your boat on the lim-pid blue, Where you sit, and smoke, and dream, Or peer down into the stream, When you catch a finny gleam Flashing by. Or you watch a neighbour wight Land some beauties in your sight, While you do not get a "bite," And you sigh. Never mind, just keep a -fishing, And. a -waiting, and a -wishing, And before the daylight ends, You may catch a bass or dors, Weighing less than three pounds, true, But you'll multiply by two, When you come to tell the story To our friends. (You've a license, like the poet, To tell whids, and well you know it, And you do.) But good luck, fisherman, Good luck, fisherman, Good luck to you. The Point of View "What a terrible place" exclaimed one looking down upon the worst and, most wretched part of old Edinburg'h. But Dr. Chalmers replied, "What a beautiful place to work!" There is everything In the point of view, and the forlornest and most undesirable spot on earth to those who are seeking their own ease and profit may well •look hopeful and attractive to hearts that are eager to help. The gold mine that might appear only dark and hor- rible to the chance beholder would make a miner's heart leap in exulta- tion. "What is there left to make life seem worth while?" was the question asked of one who bad lost much. "Some one who needs me," was the prompt and truthful senswer. Passenger Planes Go Modern New ultra -modern passenger hour, and (2) nmeeive locomotive of the D,000 States railways. (3) side view of super -light train (1) that Will class new 110 type alloy which United States seek to better 110 speed record now held by the Royal Scots, which recently visited Canada, New aluminum alloy train weighs but 160,004 pounde while the old type weighs '760,000 for just train and tender. miles an of *United with train GREEN TEA "Fresh From the Gardens" 26j flatter the ladies, -Aldous," she re- minded him. "And even though I don't believe you, it's nice to hear you my so. Paul never passes me any compliments nowadays." "Ungrateful fellow," chided the Major, taking hold of Molly's arm and squeezing it gently. "And now I'd better be toddling along to see about my baggage. Coming, Paul, and you, too, Flora?" Together Molly and the Major went up on deck followed by the Silvers. "It's been a glorious trip, my dear," he told her, "and it's had an even more wonderful ending. Feeling happy, darling?" Molly nodded and smiled up at him. "I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life," she told him, sin- cerely, and the girl meant it, every word. Masquerade or not it had been worth while to see the sheer joy of life in this man's face, and when she wondered what that homecoming would have been if there had been no Molly Carstairs there to greet him, her self-assurance grew by leaps and bounds. She had placated a guilty conscience—at least to some extent. When Major Carstairs had gone to find out what had happened to his baggage, Molly found Flora Silver once again beside her. "There, my dear," she murmured, "what did I tell you? Isn't he a charming man? I think you're a very, very lucky girl." The drive back to Hampstead was a rather wonderful thing for Molly. Paul Silver sat in front beside Judson and Major Carstairs sat between her- self and Flora Silver at the back. Most of the way he commented on the amazingly changed face of London since last he had seen it and his "I remember the time when. . . ." and "Goodness. me what have they done with that?" sounded quite quaint. Molly laughed happily. "I'll have to take you on a tour of London," she promised him, "and then perhaps you will discover it." "We'll start tonight," he Whispered, "just we two. We'll have dinner to- gether somewhere — anywhere you like. The Ritz shall it be, or the jolly old Savoy? .And then we'll go to a show. It's year since I've seen a decent play." "Then you're going to be horribly disappointed," laughed Molly, "be- cause all the best plays nowadays are supposed to be ever so slightly in- decent." "You've got that idea from Paris," he told her, wagging an accusing finger in front of her nose. "I don't believe it. What do you say Flora?" The mention of Paris had sent a frozen tremor down her spine. "0, they're not as bad as all that, Aldous. You'll soon get acclimatized." They all laughed and Paul Silver from his seat on the other side of the glass partition pricked up his ears, and wished he could hear more clearly. An early luncheon was waiting for them at `Leevn House' and as they sat down Major Carstairs said: "This ks a charming place you've got here, Paul. That lawn of your's is a real peach. It's only when you have spent half a lifetime in climates where everything's burned to a cinder that you can really appreciate good, healthy grass." "Glad you like it, Aldous," put in Mrs. Silver, as she served the meal. "I never could endure living in Town, could I, Paul? The multiplication of the motor -car has quite polluted the atmosphere, After a day around the shops one's clothes positively smell of petrol fumes and oil." -"I'll bet Molly doesn't mind that," laughed the Major, heartily. "Young people need life. It keeps them from growing prematurely aged. I remem- ber when I was young I always sus- pected my mother of being fifty when she couldn't have been a day older than thirty. And that was because there was so little of the gaiety that we know today. It's the same out in India, too. Unless you go absolutely wild occasionally you positively feel Death creeping over you, and a nasty feeling it is, too," (To be continued.) SYMPATHY The universal solvent.—Helps A susceptibility to Impression.— The only pain which God can know —Rothe, A sort of substitution, by which we are put in the place of another ,,mas, and affected in many respects as he is affected.—Burke. ••••••••••••••••• A. thing to be encouraged, apart from humane considerations, because It supplies us with materials for Wis- dom.—R. L. Stevebson, Not Frightened In Hour of Danger Heroism of Mary Henry Re- called by Ontario His- torical Society R. J. Clark, of Richmond Hill, vice, president of the Ontario Historical Society, has brought to the reading public recognition of Mary Henry, wife of a militia commander of long ago, On the morning of May 27, 1813, a small company of militiamen held Fort George, in which had been stationed a 24 -pounder, not in the best of order, Fort George was under attack bj three United States war vessels, eacb having a long 32 -pounder and a long 12 -pounder, while from thguns ol Fort Niagara there poured over the river a steady stream of small shot. "It was a seemingly hopeless situ* tion," says Fred Williams in the Toe onto Mail and Empire. "Not only was the enemy gun power superior, but there was little ammunition at Fort George. About all that could be done was to hold the post until the death, no matter the odds. The attack had begun at daybreak after a chilly night and the small garrison shivered with cold and hunger as the sun showed them their desperate plight. "Suddenly they saw a vision, Walk- ing calmly through the shower of iron hail came Mary Madden Henry with hot coffee and food, seemingly as un- concerned as it she were in her own small garden on the shore on a sum- mer evening before peace was shat- tered. Time and again she went and. came back with more sustenance, ap- parently guarded by some unseen an- gel from the peril which menaced her every step. - Through the day until darkness brought respite she was caterer and nurse, the only woman in the company to bind the wounds of those maimed in the fight. Those who survived never forgot that day nor the courage of Mary Henry. - "The heroism of Mary Henry had not been forgotten. The Patriotic Society decided that she came within the category of those worthy of re- ward, and she was presented with 25 pounds sterling and a testimonial set- ting forth the facts Of her courage on that chill May morning and describing her as 'a heroine not to be frightened:, "Not very far from the theatre of her patriotism ]ie in unmarked graves the bodies of Dominic Henry and his wife, Mary Madden. No stone tells of their resting place; no monument rears its head to the honor of the wo- man. who would not be frightened in the hour of clanger; but perhaps some day she may be considered worthy of a place in our school readers, or at least of mention by the growing band of teachers who realize history can best be taught in story form, and who are awakening the patriotism of their pupils by recalling this and like stories of women who would not be frightened' in the hour of danger." ---,wbelibgrcheisak:71s:olevuthniicdcahlly Horubilis,in Africa, have enormousare nearly, hollow and nothing. OTTAWA LADIES' COLLEGE A Residential School for Girls. Under the United Church. Complete Courses from Primary to Honor Matriculation, Special studies in Arti and Crafts, Commerce, Dramatics, Music, Household Science, Physical Culture. School Re -opens Tuesday, September 12 Write for Calendar— MISS X. T. a.a.r.r.Aumt, Printipal, OTTAWA. 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