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HAYS & MEIR
Succeeding R. S. Haps
- Barristers, Solicitors,. Conveyancers
and Notaries Public. Solicitors for
' the Dominion Bank Office th rear of
the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Pdoney
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DANCEY & BOLSBY
BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, ETC.
LOFTUS E. DANCEY, K.G.
P. J.. BOLSBY
GODERICH BRUSSELS
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ELMER D. BELL, B.A.
Successor to John H. Best
'Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public.
Seaforth - Ontario
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.PATRICK D. McCONNELL
Rev -liter, Solicitor, Notary Public,
Office in the Smith Block - Seaforth
3679-te
VETERINARY
'A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Graduate of Ontario Veterinary Col-
lege, University of Toronto. All dip-
easesof domestic animals treated bY
the 'most modern principles. Charges
reasonable: Day pr night calls
promptly attended' to. Office on Main
Street; Hensall, opposite Town Hall.
Phone 116. Breeder of Scottish Ter-
riers, Inverness Kennels, Hensel'.
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MEDICAL
DR. GILBERT C. JARROTT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
University of Western Ontario. Mem-
ber of College of Physicians and
Surgeons of Ontario. Office, 43 Gode-
rich Street West. Phone 37.
Successor to Dr. Charles Mackay.
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W. C. SFROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S.
• Physician and Surgeon
Phone 90. Office John St., Seaforth.
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DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence, Goderich St.,
tleast ot the United Cht rch, Seaforth.
Phone 46. Coroner for the County of
Huron.
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DR. HUGH' H. ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto,
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate course in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago;
Royal Opthalmie Hospital, Lon.don,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don., England. Office—Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seafortia.
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DR. E. A. No -MASTER
Graduate of the University of Toron-
to, Faculty of Medicine
Member of College, of Physicians
and Surgeons of Ontario; graduate of
New Jork Post Graduate School and
Lying- Hospital, NOW York. Of-
fice on High Street, Seaforth. Phone
27. Office fully equipped for X-ray
diagnosis and nitre short wave, elec-
tric treatment, Ultra Violet Sun Lamp
treatments, and Litre Red electric
treatment. Nurse in attendance, •
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SECOND INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS ,
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With his paituer, Rosy Rand,„'.
Dove Turner, is on his way to
his ranch at Single Shot. Both are
'returning from prieon, where they
have served sentences for unjust
convictions. On the train, which
is 'carrying a large sum of money
Rosy's quick action and stralg,ht
shooting foils a hold-up while
Dave saves the life of Martin
Quinn., a gambler, who is being
threatened by a. desperado. The
three become fast friends.
They looked up to see Hoagy shuf-
fling drown the aisle intoning to the
car; "Single Shot. Five minutes to
Single Shot.”
He stopped by their seat and look-
ed judiciously at Rand, "I been up
to the cag talkinf with the boys. They
tell me you pulled 'em out of a tight
'spot."
'Pm goin' into Walp,ais on this run.
I'll tell the super. There may be
some money in it for you."
Rand flushed. "They can keep it."
Rand thought a rainute. "All right.
If he wants to do somethinO have him
write the warden at: Yuma and, tell
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate In Medicine, University
of Toronto.
Late assistant New York Opthal
mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos-
pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial
Hotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in
_each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 4.30
p.m. 53 Waterloo Street South, Strat
iord.
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DENTAL
him."
'Warden?
slowly,
"I'm out on, parole," Rand toldshint.
Turner's nod confirmed him. Quinn
shoo*--lais, head slowly, looking from
one to the other. ,
'If a gambler -'e word in a tight
place will do you any good, let me
know, I'll be at the Free Throwin
Single Shot."
"We'll be neighbers, then," Turner
said. "My dad's got a spread near
there,"
The Sierra Blancee must 1.i.ave look-
ed at the town or Single Shot with a
degree of tolerance, since this irregu-
lar and shabby oowtown had been al-
lowed to remain at the mouth of its
deep valley for more than forty years.
South of the town lay the foothills
sloping in three stippled swells to
the semi -arid plans many miles be-
low.
Lemming up as a mountain in its
own right, to the west. 'of the town
and a little to the south lay Coahuila
Butte, a spur of Old Cartridge. To
tl.e east, more mountains, but low,
over which the train had labored t
night to coast triumphantly and aces-
ly into the station.
Dave was glued to the window, Rosy
ieehind him.
"See her?" Rosy asked.
Dave's answer was long in coming.
`'No. Reckon Mary didn't get my let -
t er , after all."
-They were the last two out of the
car and as they descended to the eta -
tion platform, Dave's eyes roved the
small crowd for a sign of his sister.
She was not there. She, too, then
had• been ashamed to be seen in pub-
lic with a jailbirdbrother.
"Ain't you Dave Turner?"
Dave turned. Confronting him was
a fat, shapeless man, looking like
two hundred -odd pounds of soiled
clothes toppedby a greasy Stetson.
g -
he wore rage4; saber mustaches' be-
e thick-nostrited nose and his
eyes were unblinking, red -rimmed.
Dave recognized him at once.
"Sure, I'm Dave Turner. You're
Sheriff Lowe—still," Dave said dry-
ly.
"Uh-huhu. Still.
train?'
"Yeah," Dave drawled.
"Lookin' for your sister?"
"Uh-hub. I figgered she's meet me
he e."
"She won't."
Dave's eyes narrowed a little. "No?
She knew I was comin"."
"I reckon she knew.
does."
"Then where is she?"
"Soledad."
"Soledad? I asked her to meet me
here." •
"Ain't Soledad as close to your
spread as Single ,Shot?"' The Sheriff.
countered. ,
"Sure. What of
Yuma?" Hoagy said
DR. J. A. McTAGGART
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeon's, Toronto. Office at Hettsall,
Ont. Phone 106.
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AUCTIONEERS
HAROLD DALE
Licensed Auctioneer
Specialist In farm and ihousehold
sales. Prices ,reasorrable. 'For dates
stad information, write or phone Har-
old Dale. Phone 149, Seaforth, or
aPelY at The Expositor Office.'
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Come on this
Everybedy
please."
"I reckon not. Not if you
come here."
A new voice broke into the conver-
sation, Quinn's,
"These two men ,fought off a train
robbery tonight, Sheriff. If that's not
law-abiding enough for you, what
is?"
The sheriff turned, on Quinn. -
"If I was you and diad business to
mind, I'd mind it." ,
"That's good advice," Quinn cons
ceded. "It. might apply to you, too."
He turned to Dave. "When I see
some of these whistle-stop John Laws,
I sometimes wish my old man -had
been hung for rustlin'," he drawled.
"Mark of honor in some. C9.809, I'd
call it."
The sheriff's ,eyes, barely flickered.
"You only been` in this, town two
weeks. Mebbe you'd like to ride out
with Turner?"
Quinn slowly placed on his head
the black, shapeless Stetsozi he had
been camping. "Wlhen you run Tur-
ner out of town for good, Sheriff, then
you ean start on ine,", he said in a
low voice. "Very likely, by that tithe
1'11 be willing to go."
He turned and walked slowly off
around the corner.
At this moment the train bell clang-
ed, announcing its departure. Hoagy,
who had been listening to the argu-
ment, laid a lhandon Dave's arm.
'if she's waitin' Soledad, you
better climb on."
"Thanks, Hoagy," Dave said, with-
out taking his eyes from the sheriff's
fat face. • "Hank, 1 dunno When I'll
be in Single Shot, but when I take a
notion I'll be in." .
When the thrashing lomotive had
labored its way around Coahuila
Butte, the chief 'physical obstacle sep-
aratin.g the two towns, it subsided
in-
to the Soledad station, disgorging two
lone passengers, cowpunchers, war -
hags in hand.
A small figure ran quickly from the
ahaclows of the station, saying one
word: "Dave!"
Dave held her at arm's length, his
hands' on her shoulders.
"Mary," he said simply, huskily.
"Why, 1 rcckon—I—why you're beau-
tiful, sis. But where's • the corn -col-
ored hair?. It's brown and nice and
crinkly now."
A slight flush diffused the girl's
face and her wide moist eyes looked
at him with affection, with a serenity
in their b: -wn, depths. She was half
a head ehorter than Dave, but
straight, e:ect as a cavalryman in
her riding breeches and white, open -
necked shi:t. Her body was slender,
yet full and rounded.
"But Dave, my hair turned, just like
mother's. But you haven't changed.
You've filled out, but those eyes give
you away."
They laughed together.,
"Haven't you forgotten something,
Dave?"
She didn't wait for an ansWer, but
turned to Rosy.
' "You're Rosy Rand Dave wrote a-
bout. I'm Mary." She extended her
hand and Rosy took it, mumbling
something that was lost in the sled
den thickness of his tongue.
They walked- behind the station to
where the horses were hitched.
"I brought a big bay for Mr. Rand.
You wrote me he was so big, Dave."
They found their horses. Dave's
hand subbed up against somebhing
slung from the saddle horn.
"What's this, sis?" be said slowly.
"Guns?"
Mary hesitated a moment before an-
swering. "Yes. I didn't know whe-
ther youtd have ahy or not."
"Is there anything wrong?" Dave
asked.
"No. Not especially. I just
didn't know whether you'd have them
or not."
Mary Kept up a continual stream of
animated talk as they rode through
the town, headed north in the direc-
tion of the mountains. Everything
that had happened that Dave might
want to know, she told him.
Soon he found his opportunity to
speak. They were far from town,
riding abreast, the niglff was warm
and friendly, a smelt of sagebrush
was in the thin air.
that clad always wanted to ditch -for
aint to Ihay?"
"And never did. Sure!"
• "There are five families of nesters
on there now," Mau said slowly.
"They hate IL& Finraegan--one of the
hands—went down and they took his
gun away from him when he ordered
them off. Dave, maybe they third(
your ocening home will mean they
will be kicked, off. They might—"
a notion., to take a crack
at me," Dave finished. "Is that it?"
"Now you know," Mary Said quiet-
ly.
"Maybe," Dave said dubiously.
"Why haven't they been kicked off?
"What about the sheriff?"
"Help our family7 He barely
speaks, to me on thkgreet. You see,
he still holds that ',Ws foolishness
against
It was the first reference to Dave's
prison term and be as glad Mary
was open about it, He began to re-
alize bitterly 'Me the years of prison
thad been torture for some one be-
sides himself.
. "And what else, sis? What else
made you bring the guns?"
Mary sighed. "You were stubborn
as a kid, Dave, and I see you haven't
changed. He's a mine owner... He's
bought up land just • above Single
Shot. You know where the trail goes
in•to thenotch just behind Coahuila
Butte and down the mounteineide in-
to Single Shot?"
"Sure!"
"And you kn,ow how steep the
mountainside is? • How the only way
you can get down it is through that
dry wash? Well, he's, built a mine,
the Draw Three, right at the mouth
of that wash at the bottom of the
slope."
"What about it?" Dave eaid.
"Wait a minute. Do you remem-
ber, too, that little -lake just below
Old Cartridge that's ao close to the
edge of the rim -rock?"
"Of ceurse. That's all
isn't it?"
"It still is," Mary said. "Well, the
lake is only a few yards from the
rock rim and our boundary. Ham-
mond, When he bought the mine, said
that in the deed there was a lake
mentioned," '
'Dave's mouth sagged. ''Lake? Why,
it's ours. When dad registered that
land, he took a hundred and sixty ac-
res off the west and put it en the
east so as to inchide the lake. Why
doesn't Hammond leek it up?"
"Oh, it's all so stupid. Dave. The
maps show that section perfectly
square, showsthe lake off our land.
I've shown him the papers and every-
thing else, but the map is drawn
wrong and he won't believe me. He
threatens to take it to law if we
haven't given in by the time he
needs the water."
"And what does the sheriff think
about that?" Dave asked sardonical-
ly.
"He won't have anything to do with
it," Mary said.
"I don't think I like that sheriff,"
Rosy drawled.
all right," Dave said. "A good
man. He's dumb and patient, but he
is hon -est. When he get's rilee,
though, watch out. You'd never know
It, but that big fat jasper has got a
draw that's .as soft and quick as a
whisper. He's never been- afraid in
hie life."
The far yipe of a coyote came to
Dave's ears, interrupting his thoughts.
"What about the courts, Mary?"
Dave asked presently, out of a rev•
erie. "Those nesters, haven't
right there, have they?"
(Continued Next Week)
Dr, Harry V. Fuller, former head of
Valparaiso, Ind., University's science
-department, used a radio to drive rats
from his hen house. After rats kill-
ed 400 young turkeys in the ben
hone. After rats killed 400 Young
ittrkeys in the hen house, he instailed
the radio and kept it going full blast
sight andi day. The rats disappeared
while the turkeyis thrived) on the diet
ag Nu** Meg*
ad forgotten Mary would be a
woman now.
"Nothint If I vas you, I'd go to
8oledad and m.ee her there."
Dave was qUiet a long moment.
"You ,haven't got the guts to say it
right out, have you, Hank?"
A small group of loafers had col-
lected,
"I reckon I have. Get out," the
sheriff said flatly.
"Why?" Dave asked bluntly.
"I got enough trouble without let'
tin' more of it walk right into town."
"I'm out," Dave mid slowly. "I
didn't escape from prison.. I was par-
doned."
"I took my whippin'. Eight years,
of it, for thorse-thief that de-
rw .-anyvatepo 1
our water,
any
Bioodh u.nds
(Conde -need from Ilinraid TribUne,
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•A fourteen -year 010 lady -Gretrer A.
Whalen,. Jr., was leaving hie father's
Dobb's Ferry, N.Y., estate_ for prepar-
atory sehool. This was on Septem-
ber 27, 1935..rally in the d‘ay he.
left his honxe to make a round of the
neighbotheted to say goodbye.
And he didn't come back. An hour
passed'. The telept,ones were set to
work.' No trace of , the boy. Then
the hue 'and cry was raised, and po-
;ice began the hunt.
But every Manner of searching
proved futile; and it began tee look
,like a kidnapping. .
Finally Captain Kemmler of the
New York State Police, came on the
scene with a brace of right unspec-
tacular dogs. They were Red, rutotis
in color, and Queeruie, black and, tan.
The dogs were frien.dly of heart and
of aspect, smallish in stature, with 1-
diculously long lop ears and hanging
dewlaps. Each wore a black leather
harnese with, a greenish three-foot
woven leash.
The two hounds Wagged their tails
pleasantly as they blinked at the
crowd. Nobody could be afraid of
these peaceful pups; and nobody was
supposed to be.
A Coat of young Grover's 6,nd a
pair of shoes were brought from blee
house and held in front of Red and
Queenie. Gravely, intently, both
hounds sniffed at coat and shoes. And
now they lost their, air of impersonal
friendliness. Both' were intent on
what lay before them. With heavy
muzzles to the .earth, they cast about.
Presently, thrbugla all that maze of
alien footsteps, they Ctrtic.k the boy's
trail. Their masters leaned back
from being pulled off their feet. The
hunt was on. ,
Finally Red and tits mate stopped
short at the edge of a, ravine. With
nostrils still to earth, the hounds
pillaged aster the almost clifflike side
of the gulch, and at the bottom the
police found a huddled body, hidden
in underbrush. Young Whalen had
been walking the cliff -top path when
his foot had' slipped. He had plung-
ed to the bottom of the ravine. And
there, but for the two hounds, he
might still be lying, For he was
helpless and in grave need of medical
care.
"I have worked with other breeds
whiCh are almost as good at track-
ing," Captain Keminler told me later.
"But I like bloodhounds best. I don't
care to set dogs en a trail who are
likely to wind up a chase by biting
chunks out of the person they have
run to earth. Our bloodhounds nev-
er do that.
"In ten months our three dogs have
discovered more than a dozen lost
persons—mostly children—who might
not. have stayed alive if they hadn't
been found. They have trailed al-
most as rnany people who weren't
alive when the trail ended.
"About four times a week I send
some man in a car to a distant bit
of, country. There 1 have him get out
and walk for several miles in a twis-
ty zig-zag course. The next day or
the next night (at night we use flash-
lights, so as to accustom eur hounds
to the glare and uncertaintyof
them) 1 let the three bloodhounds
follow.
"I always arrange that the hunted
man shall be at the end of the trail
with a slice of raw liver to pay the
dogs for their work. Never do they
fail to find him, no matter how he
may have tried to confuse his tracks."
' A few years ago a State Police
BloOdhound salved a "lost child" mys-
tery which paralleled the Lindbergh
tragedy in some details.
At 2 a.m. an June I, 1920, Mrs. Geo,
H, Coughlin of Norristown, Pa., woke
with an impression of hearing a
child's muffled cry and the tinkle of
glass. Her thirteen -months old baby
son, who slept in the next room, was
found missing. The top of a ladder
showed above the sill of the open
window.
The kidnapper ordered Coughlin to
drop a package containing $6,000 from
the Atlantic city flyer at a certain
point on a given afternoon. Coughlin
was to s -can the track until he should
see a white sheet tiedbetween, two
trees somewhere along the line. Just
beyond this sheet he was to toss out
the money.
Before the sehediuled time, a horde
of plainelothesinen arrived secretly on
the scene, and among them was a
leggy and dismal reddish bloodhound,
Commissioner by name.
The flyer whizzed by. Just after
it had passed the wthite sheet, a
package was tossed out; and soon a
man was seen strolling along the
railroad eight of way. The stranger
glanced idly at the money package.
But he did not pick it up. He saun-
tered on. Then he hesitated and
turned back. But at this moment he
caught a glimpse of one of the hidden
watchers, The man had not touched
the package of money; and when
seized. he denied all knowledge of
the white sheet.
Then it was that Commissioner
came into bhe picture. Without being
tahen within many yards of the pris-
oner, the red dog was allowed to
smell long and thoughtfully at various
parts of the shoot, especially wh.ere
hands had been busy tying its tor-
ners to the trees.
As soon as he had, established the
scent to his own satisfaction, Com-
missioner dashed away. Straight
through the clump of police he ran.
He halted In front of the prisoner,
rising on iiie'hind lege and bracing
both splayed forepaws on the man's
chest. Then he waked the echoes
with a bugle -voiced, bay of triumph.
His work was done.
Afterwards the prisoner broke
down and confessed that he bad stol-
en. the Oritighlin, baby. But for the
genius, of one old sad -eyed lop-eared
bloodhound, he might perhaps have
gone free.
I think it is this name 'bloodhound'
that has given its bearer his unde-
serve'd repute for savagery. Yet the
name's origin was harmless enough.
When a wounded deer OT other game,
c'enturres ago, esea.ped from the ring
of encircling killer -dogs, leaving a
trail of blood, this breed of hound
was brought up to trace the gory
trail to the quarry's final place Of re-
fuge. 'innate the term "blot:Abound"
Fruit Crop Report
Eastern Ontario.—The prospects for
a heavy crop of apples is not Oita as
good as it was the first of the month.
Most varieties promise an 'average
crop in Northumberland, Prince Ed-
ward and Hastings Counties, as well
as the St. Lawrence district, with
somewhat lighter -crop of winter var-
itties in Durham and Ontario Coun-
ties. On the whole, total apple pro-
duetion in Eastern Ontario should be
considerably larger than last year.
Showery weather two weeks ago was
favorable for the development of
scab which is ditowing on foliage and
apples in some orchards.
Oherries will only be au
crop. Brown rot is showing
orchards. Plums and pears
light crops.
Northern Ontario.—Although rather
early to give definite indications, it
would appear that early varieties of
apples such as Wealthy, Duchess and,
McIntosh show abeve average pro-
spects. Other varieties" below aver-
age; other fruits, average.
"Is there something wrong, Mary?
What is it? Why did you bring the
gum?"
"Well, it was a combination of ev-
erything, Dave. The sheriff warned
me not to meet you in Single Shot
because he wouldn't let you of the
brain there. I thought there might
be an argument. If It was a bad one
it would be pretty wise to carry a
gun, wouldn't it?" •
• "You've got to do better than that,
Mary," Dave said quietly. "Sheriffs
don't bushwhack."
Mary sighed. "All right. I'll tell
you. Her voice was grave. "Do .you
remember those three sections ag our
8Oatil4Un» risht against t4e bp.djande
,
average
In some
will be
Condition of Vegetables
Prespects for vegetable production
are considered goad. Frost retarded
the growth ,ef early potatoes in the
early producing areas, and Severely
damaged green beans in Eesex 0oun-
ty and a few other localized, areas..
Moisture supplies have been sufficient
up to the present but rainfall is need-
ed now in s,ome sectionsfor'con,tinued
development. Condition figures re-
ported by correspondents show vege-
table crops generally in average to
somewhat above average condition at
the 15th of June. The total commer-
cial vegetable acreage isabout the
same in Eastern Ontario and slightly
higher in Western Ontario.
or oblood-tracking.boand:"
A little girl wandered, f.roet )1te.
home and waa lost 4n the Ken -010r
foothills.' Tbe bloOdlitTeed w110 wee
put on her trail, anti who a,ecideattal.:
ly broke loose from his leash, was
found half an hour later, fitending
love the newly awakened little'
whose arms were tight about kin,ebag=
gy neck. The tomaida.ble inatiWunter
was licking her faCe and tiling to
comfort herr. Truly an anti -elite -4i
scene for those to , whom . "blood-
thound" is a name of terror!.
The example of a historic brace of
bloodhounds owned by Dr. J. 13.. Ful-
ton, of Pueblo, Colorado, are local
legends to this day. They were X -
Ray and his mate To Jo. Never did
they turn ,afside by a hairsbreadth'
from a trail, once they had struck A.
In 1903, these two dogs folloviedi the
trail of an escaping burglar's stolen
horse from the scent of a curry-ocemb.
From Oneida, Kansas, the hunt ex-
tended for 150 miles to Elwood, Kan-
sas, where the dogs caught up witb
their man.
Jo So's self-imposed rule never to
swerve from the track of any fugi-
tive had grim• Meats. One day, at
blo, Dr. Fulton put her on , the
'Wt1 of an escaping thief. The fugi-
tive bad crose,e-d a railroad trestle
above a wide gorge.
Nose to the track, To Jo followed
her quarry's footsteps. An express
train roared out onto the trestle in
front of her. She had plenty of.time
to shrink to one side or the other,
But that was not Jo Jo's way when
she was chi the trail. Straight ahead
she toped, hot on the scent; until
the locomotive hit her and crushed
her to death.
Perhaps many a human has died
lebs gloriously in the shining pursuit
of Duty.
Mexico IS having plenty trouble
just now. Trotsky is busy a'nd is sup-
posed to be playing in with the Ger-
man's. It's too bad Mr. Trotsky is
not ,sent back to Russia and handed
over to the tender mercies of 30 Stal
he The "Liquidator" would liquidate
the veorld's greatest trouble Maker .ln
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Then began. the Menterahle...'YO
and how ofteu hive 1 bit e4
imagination with my srandwOr
the beautiful Hudson river, wherfie,
think, the scenery ontrivaltotl
Rhine. Day by day the boat' ---01.1
along on its voyage of 150- Miles T.
magnificent panoramaof the T.4
Bodes gave place to the calfoo Tapp*
Zee, and the w,onderin..g young pei,
admired the EBghlands and, the, .
rows, where dark, deepgorges lie
math lofty hills. SOmetimes(_..nty
grandparents landed end took Wrenn
to some place Of interest, Then :Caine . ;7
.a• long day of exploring the thickly
wooded country, and in the silent fen.
este they would sonletiMes chalice em
the remains of an Indian camp fire;
at dusk they rode through the Scent-
ed night air back to the waiting sloop
and continued their vetyage. . . .
At last the sloop reached the Cat:
skill Mountains, the Rip Van Winkle ;
Country, and; the end of the journey
vows at band. Like Rip Van Winkle,
the young couple e,woke. from an en-
chanted dream, and they began ete
realize that the future with its, Te- ,
sponsibilities lay before them in their
new home at Albany., ---From "Things ,n
I Remember," by Frederiek Townsend
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If you have any doubt as to condi-
WEDDING JOURNEY
Mrs. Townsend was not one of the
modern grandmothers; her fine lace
cap was not to her an admission of
age of which she was ashamed; in
deed, I thought her stiff, pretty curls
looked enchanting under it, and her
silk gown, with its lace collar and
cuffs, was always dignified and becom-
ing Negligees were unknown in her
day and I doubt if she would have
given a tea -gown a moment's eonsid-
eratien, . . .
The story which seemed to give my
grandmother the greatest pleasure to
relate was the account of her honey-
moon trip up -the Hudson river to Al-
bany.
After the wedding the bride and
bridegoem, with the relatives and
guests, went down to the Battery in
all the splendour of a golden after-
noon11 was early summer, a slight
breeze ruffled the waters of the Hud-
son, and the sloop which had been.
chartered for the journey rocked
gently at the quay. It must have been
a picturesque Sight, this weddingpar-
ty in Old New York1 ca.n imagine
the bevy of pretty girls in their high -
waisted clinging muslin gowns, the
young bride in her long satin cloak
and plumedhat. the mea in their
blue or drab ,00ats with brass buttons
and every one deciding that this voy-
age up the Hudson was vastly origin-
tions in the land of the Swastika,
you should. read the story of Hitler's
Poison Kitchens in Central Germany.
Dante's Inferno would be a paradise
In comparison. Yet there are some
in this country who believe the Cor-
poral is right.
• * *
Herr Hitler will not get the helium
for the big air liner because the Unit-
ed States has decided, the promises
of- the Dictator is no promise at all.
* * *
With war raging in China and in
Spain and with incipient revolutions
in Mexico ,and South America, it is
no wonder that Old Man World is
lookieg more or lees dyspeptic. ,
*, *
Had the crooked -brained little con-
sumptive who fired several shots in-
to the bull-necked At -oh Duke of Aus-
tria realized all the hell his act would
turn loose, chances. are the Austrian,
would be living todaY•
• * *
Dreams don't go in realistic Ger-
many, as, no doubt, ex-Ohatucellor
Kurt von Schusehnigg has discovered.
He pinned his, faith. to a brother Ails:
trian only to find, when too late, that
Dictators are absolutely merciless.
* *
Baron Von Cramm should have
knowbetter than to run afoul of
Herr Hitler, but he didn't, and now
the Baron must spend, some months
making little ones out of big ones.
eSNAPSI40T CUIL
SUMMER CLOUDS AND SKIES
Clouds help your outdoor pictures. Use a color filter to record them more
effectively.
responding shade of gray instead of
white. Thus, the clouds and sky are
more dramatically recorded and
much is added to the appeal of your
picture.
Summer clouds and skies are pic-
torial studies in themselves. Tly
picturing clouds alone—the different
tYpes of cirrus and cumulus; fair -
day clouds and- stormy -weather
clouds. Use the sky and clouds as
background for your pictures of pea-
ple. Work them into your landscape
views. They give your pictures real-
ity, and a warm, summery feel. lige
your filter for all such pictures, in-
creasing exposure according to the
instructions that come with the fil-
ter or with the film you use
Such practice pays rich snapshot
dividends. 194
John van Guilder.
SUMMER Is the outdoor season,
and one of the season's chief
picture charms is its wonderfully
rich blue skies against which cloud
masses stand out in magnificent full-
ness and contrast. Given two pic-
tures of identical subjects in which
the sky appears, its a safe wager
that your attention will be held by
the One effectively showing the
clouds against a gray sky and not
the one with the unnatural' and un-
attractive fiat, white firmament.
Here is the way to picture clouds
and skies as your eye sees them:
load your camera with chrotne type
or panchromatic film, and slip a
yellow color -filter on your lens. The
diagram below shows how a yellow
filter works—it preserves the sky
tone, recording blue in the cor-
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SCENE
K-1 FILTER
Color filters are traffic cops. A yellow filter t1(-1 or 14-2).iitopa pakt,
blue light, so that in the print, blue shows up OS gray. Oliteret'r
several cohere but d yeliew 114-1 14,2 Is what you want tar tia, tt4
* FINAL ORI.
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