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ISEA.FORTH, Friday, December 25
Merry Christmas
There are thousands of homes in
Canada this year where Christmas
will not be the same as in other
years. Thousands of homes that will
MISS one or more members who have
never been absent before and, per-
haps, thousands ` of homes :•that will
never again have all their members
present at Christmas time.
But Christmas is more than just a
joyous holiday season. It is the an-
niversary of the birth of One who
came to bring peace and good will
to all men.
For that reason this anniversary
should never pass without recogni-
tion and rejoicing.
"Above a weary war-torn world
There' rings at Christmas -tide,
The Angel's song of Hope and Love,
Of Peace that will abide.
And in the darkness of the night
A star comes shining through,
To say our dream is not in vain,
God's love will make it true."
And so we say, "Merry Christmas!"
And Now it's Butter
Our tea, coffee, sugar, gasoline and
tires have all been rationed. And
Craw comes, butter. Unlike the for-
mer products, butter is not a foreign
commodity, that has to be brought
into Canada, but is a home grown
product, or at least, is manufactured
out of home products.
Consequently, there is no reason
whatevei, why in an. agricultural
+country like Canada, there should be
a shortage of butter. Nor is there...
As a matter of .fact; there is more
butter in this country than the'_peo-
ple . can possibly consume. The en -
tire trouble or reported shortage has
arisen through faulty distribution.
In other words, there has been
111,(k, *ng of butter and the offenders
are" of all wholesalers or retailers
by any means. Figures-„givenout
show that there 'were several million
pounds ofbutter purchasedin the
month of November than in the pre-
vious month this year. Anticipating
a shortage, people, particularly . in,
cities and larger centres, have been
purchasing ,butter far beyond their
actual needs, and storing it away for
future reeds.
It is greed and self interest and
nothing but that, that has created
the present butter situation. But
human nature is like that, and if it
is left= unchecked, some one, and that
one is always the poorer class, has
to do without one of the necessities
of life, unless the Rationing. Board
steps in as the Rationing Board has
already done.
And, because too manypeople with
money are greedy self-seekers, all the
rest of the people : of Canada -will
have to get along with half a pound
of butter each per week, at least un-
til: spring.
It would not be a bad idea if the
Government started out on a tour of.
inspectionof ibs. own. It is astonish-
ing what that tour of inspection
would disclose:- There are” thousands
of homes in Canada where 'there are
bags of sugar, of tea and of . coffee,
and pounds upon pounds of butter.
Those , homes have no intention
whatever of stinting themselves in
thesie commodities, regardless of the
needs of any one else. They look tip -
On themselves as the provident ones.
y..sotuld not other• people be as
oi4 nt as they7
ere ale rseVeral reasons. One is
y t f -people have not
sre''ate many who are
',:ter ger eddy ,' in whom
aki 'd esu ,ys t1�
:n
e:'pect
t�$tlerS
c a,
But because there are n t quite en-
ough of that class of people in Pan;-
ada outside of . the hoarders thein -
selves
e-selvesall the rest, of the people are
now on a ration ` of one-half pound
of butter per week per person.
•
Churchill's Inspired Oratory
After the fall of France two years
ago, when Prime Minister Winston
Churchill said the British people
would fight on the beaches, in the
fields, the streets, the houses, and in
the hills, many looked upon the in-
tensive effectiveness. of that passage
in his speech as due to the Premier's
command of oratory.
That Mr. Churchill possesses a
command of oratory none ,will dis-
pute, but we have sometimes won-
dered, and doubtless others have too,
what inspired that oratory of his.
In the British House of Commons
a few clays ago, Mr. Churchill told
part of the secret of his great art in
his report to the members on the
subject of British tanks.
Today Britain has an abundant
supply of tanks, equal or superior to
any in the world. But when Mr.
Churchill' made that great and' mov-
ing speech two years ago, Britain
had only one hundred tanks of a kind
that had been found in France to be
too small and weak to stand up to
German gunfire.
In other words, Mr. Churchill's
great oratory was inspired by fear
ful facts, and its effectiveness was'
derived by voicing the naked and.
terrible truth. It stated the plain in-
tent*, that
n-
tent :that the people of Briain e,3c-
pectto fulfill if they were invad-
ed by the Germans—and that inva-
sion threat was very real after the
fall of France. -
It remained for Mr. Churchill just
to find .: the right words and to say
them just as they 's'hould be said.
That is what he did and has always
been able to do.
'
Interestin items picked fora
The E:xpba for Offifty Asa
twenty-lv'e years agb.
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A `Boulder Dam' For Canada
Addressing the annual luncheon of
the Dominion: Commercial . Travel-
lers' Association on December 12th,
Hon. C. D. Howe, Dominion Minister
of Munitions, disclosed some very
interesting information.
Canada, the Minister said, has un-
dertaken somewhere in its vast wil-
derness, a power project—which for
war reasons must remain . nameless
—which overshadows the great Boul-
der Dam development in the United
States.
At Boulder Dam, the Minister
said, the peak employment was 5,250
men, ;.whereas in Canada, the ..peak
employment was 10,140 men.
And further, Mr. Howe said, that
the installed capacity of the Boulder
Dam a year ago was 975,000 horse-
power, whereas the installed capac-
ity of our Canadian development will
be 1,020,000 horsepower.
Ontario Hydro power has •always
been looked upon as one of the great
electric'' developments -'of the world,
and it is, -but when Canada's new mil-
lion horsepower plant gets into pro-
duction, Canada will really be going
places as far as electric development
is concerned. '
•
•
Same Here
- An 'American newspaper the other
day said: "Doutbless many a young
lady will'hang up her rayons Christ-
mas Eve, hoping to find Nylons in
them next morning." °
Doubtless that will apply to many
of our young Canadian ladies too,
and we would say, with about the
same prospect of having their ex-
pectations ' or "' hope's realized on
Christmas morning. -
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The Small Town Band
(Guelph Mercury)
A number -of cities in Illinois propose holding a
vote on the question of levying a tax not exceed-
ing two mills for the purpose of establishing
municipal bands. Several cities and towns already
have voted on the question and for the most part
have. taken favorable action- • Under the state
law the tax must be levied if d majority of vot-
ers at' any regular election favor the plan,
Manifestly the scheme is 'primarily one that
will appeal to small towns, but its educational re-
sults justify favorable action in all communities
where it is possdble.. The tax when 'levied may
be applied to salaries of musicians, purchase of
instruments, maintenance of a rehearsal hall, or
pay"r�nent of instructors.. ' ,
Since most small town .bands' provide the only
musical training, young people . can receive, the
»ieasure is of direct educational impdrtance. To
aonne extern it fishes tip . the lack of innate
i to* s ho �'1 t
training n, aiisodl d*n c bls, ,,nod at fie Same
time preAdea: worthy cornniunrty exere1ae Which
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APPAAsteePfosApypt
From The Huron Expositor
December 28, 1917
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Mrs. George mlthers, who was vis- Jerome stepped ,closer to Miss Mar-
iting her daughters, Mrs. W. Oughton tha, and Dian couldn't help but see
and Mrs, J J','1ielater, met with a ser- them, since the street light threw 'a
ions, accident'on Sunday evening. As
she was coming out of ISclater'a hawse
sheslipped and fell, .fracturing her
hip ,boner
Mr. J: G. Gunn, who has been a
member of the shell inspector's • staff
at the Bell F.d►gine Works for some
months, has returned to Toronto.
Prior to his departure his fellow in-
spectors presented him with a hand-
some tie pin and a box of cigars.
Mr. and Mrs. Edward McFaul spent
Christmas with friends in St. Thomas.
Miss Agnes Campbell and Miss
Clara Mason spent Christmas with
friends in Holmesville,
Mr. P. Gardiner, of Walton, packed
seventy-five tons of hay for ‘Mr. Jos.
Johnston. The bay will be shipped
from Walton. .
Mr. J. M. MMillan, of the Bank of
Commerce, spent the holiday in Buffa-
lo:
Lieut. Muir Thompson, Royal Flying
Corps, son of Mr. and Mrs. T. R.
Thompson, was home for Christmas
on his last leave before going over-
seas.
Mrs. A. "V.tt'estcott• and two daughters
of Halkirk, Alta., are visiting relatives
here.
Mrs..Meredith, of Wallaee'burg, is
visiting at the home of her brother,
Mr. James F. Reid.
Mr. Andrew Dougall, son of Mr.
Henry Dougall, of the London Road,
recently had the misfortune to have
his leg broken while engaged in trim -
Ling a fallen tree, which had been
1lropped up in a certain position, and
in touching it a heavy limb sprang
out catching him in such a position
that he could' not escape the blow
which broke his leg.
The following pupils stood first in
their various classes in the Seaforth
public school: Sr. IV, Mary Laing;
Jr. IV, Arnold Turnbull; Sr. III, Lulu
Marriott; Jr., Class; Fred Jackson; Jr.
ITT, Arthur Beattie; Sr. II, Margaret
Case; Room IV, Class A, Jean Brodie;
Class B, Carl Ament; Sr. I, Margaret
Thompson; Jr. I, Edward Rankin; Jr.
I, Class B, Mary Hays; Sr. Primary
Class, Ruby Storey; Jr. PrimaryClass,
Carmen Naylor; Class A, Audrey
Somers.
The..,following is the report of S. S.
No. 2, Tuckersmith, for 'the months of
November and December, with names
in order of merit: Sr. IV, Ross Chap-
man, Grace McGregor, Willie Kyle;
Webster McNaughton; Sr.- III, Bob
McNaughton, Leona Cadieux, Olive
Cooper, Mary McDonald, John Sin-
clair, Willie McLean; Jr. III, Dora
Dalrymple, Rosa McLean, John Doig,
Willie Bell, ,Enserson.• Kyle, Fern Mc-
Lean. Jr. II, Clarence 'McLean, Lyla
Chapman, Margaret Elgin, 'Grace
Cooper, Tena McNaughton, Bob Mc-
Gregor.—fpm, G. Strong; Teacher,
bar of silver across the porch -floor.'
"AnywayiMartha, I saw you in a new'
light .tonght."
"What on earth are you driving at,
Jerome?"
"I mean, I saw that you're orna-
mental."
"Me? At my age!"
"Age has nothing to do with it. Be-
sides, I'm far from young myself. I
reckon maybe I am a bit too old for
Dian."
"Shucks! A -girl like Dian needs
an older man to look after her." '
- "How a'bput you?" said Jerome soft-
ly. "Don't you need someone to look
after you?"
"Fiddlesticks! I've been looking af-
ter myself' all this time, so .I reckon
can go on,".
"Maybe," said Jerome, Then • he
pulled Miss Martha toward him and
kissed her.
"Well!" Miss Martha said explo-
sively. "'Well, of all things!"
"Don't be mad, Martha," said Jer-
ome, his voice shaking. "I—I—could-
n't help it."
"Now' I know you're raving, -stalk
crazy!" Miss Martha said.
Jerome looked at ,her for a mom:.
ent, and then he walked down the
steps.
"Good night," he called back.. "I:ve
certainly got a lot of thinking to do
—after that kiss."
"Well — I never!" said Miss 'Mar-
tha.
She turned quickly, found her
latchkey, unlocked• the door and went.
on into the house.
Dian did not 'move. She sat. there
in the porch `swing feeling a bit stun-
ned. It took her some little time to
get hold of herself.' When she did,
she smiled somewhat wryly, and
thought: "I lost Fred, and now darn-
ed if it doesn't look like I've lost Jer-
ome." She also found her latch key,
unlocked the door and went into the
house. Quietly, stealthily. She' didn't
want her Aunt Martha to hear her.
She wanted to get to her room and
into bed. She couldn't bear the idea
of having to talk to anyone.
On Saturday morning Dian opened
her eyes to behold perfect day—a
day that was all green and silver be•
n'eath a cloudless dome of soft blue.
And she was strangely disappointed.'
She had gone to bed the night before,
after an entire day at the farm, ac-
tually hoping that Saturday would be
a -day of rain and general disagree-
ableness. But it wasn't Lite that at
all. It was a day especially mane
for picnics—and the birds were sing-
ing away as though•• there wasn't a
thing wrong in the whole sside world.
And maybe they were right. Maybe
She was the only thing that was
Wrong.
She turned away from the window
where she had gone to have a look
at the weather,• and found herself
v,-ishing that even now something
would happen to make the picnic an
impossibility. She dreaded it ' with
every fibre of her being. She was
utterly fed up with being one of
Claire Lester's foursome.
But nothing did happen, and by the
time she had showered, dressed . and
had her breakfast, she knew that she
would have to go through wish it: Be-
sides, Claire was counting. on Betsy
to take them out to the lake, since.
Betsy was a roomy old car, and per-
mitted the carrying of such things as
picnic • hampers, bathing parapher-
nalia, a bag of charcoal for broiling
out-of-doors, and the making of cof-
fee—also blankets to spread out up-
on the narrow strip of beach. •
"We'll have the 'boys row• us out to
the little island in the middle of the
lake," Claire had said the evening be-
fore, when telephoning to discuss fin-
al plans. "It'll be fun pretending
we've been cast ashore fro a wreck-
ed ship."
"Yes, heaps of fun," said Dian with-
out enthusiasm. "I suppose the is-
land will be the setting for your final
test—the last act, so to speak, 'of the
comedy drama you'ye been. playing."
"Perhaps,". said Claire. "Blt 1 you
needn't take that tone. What's the
matter with you anyway, Dian?"'
"Nothing at all. Why?"
"You "sound as though you'd sour-
ed on the whole world."
"Goodness! What a thing to say!
I'm just tired, that's all. I spenthours
looking over books out at the farm—.
and what I need's a good night's rest."
"Well, 1 certainly -hope you get it,"
said Claire, none too pleasantly. "A
picnic's. no place for a grouch. Whet
time willyou stop to pick me up?"
"Around nine -thirty. I'll stop at the
inn first and get Bill and Paul. That
all right with you?"
"Yes—only don't be here before
nine -thirty:"
And now it was morning—the day
of the picnic—and Dian was loading
her stuff into the car. 'A cat rubbed
against her ankles now and then, and
a perky little .hen kept begging for
something to eat. •
From The Huron Expositor
December 30, 1892 '
Miss Maggie Jackson, of Clinton,
has been appointed organist for the
Presbyterian Church in that town, a
position' for which she is well quali-
fied.
Mr. W. Maines,• Sr., of Zurich, has
resigned his' position on the big
swamp ditch, and has secured 'a sit-
uation in connection with the Ontaro
police force at Niagara Falls.
A maple tree on the farm of Mr.
Thos. Dennison, Morris Twp., 'and re-
cently -sawed up, turned out 15 cords
of wood.
Mr. Fred Clarkson, eldest son of
Mr. M. C. Clarkson, head master of
the Seaforth Collegiate, has been en-
gaged as teacher of the school in S.
S. No 7, Morris, for next year at a
salary of $390.
,Master Harry Scott, son of Dr.
Scott, has the neatest and nobbiest
rig in this part of the country. It con-
sists of a pair of matched ponies and
cutter and 'ro'bes . to match.
- The following men of this town
came home to 'spend, Christmas under
the parental roof: George Anderson,
William- McDonald, William and Geo.
-Bethune, John Campbell, Allan S. Mc-
Lean and Wm. McLeod, of McKillop.
Messrs. McMordie and Cooper, Jr.,
second year students of the Ontario
Agricultural College, Guelph, are
home for vacation. -
Mr. W. Sinclair, Chiselhurst, spent
Christmas with his parents down at
Whitby, it being the 60th anniversary
of their wedding,
Mr. C. B. Latta, who has taught
successfully in' S. S. No. 7, Stanley,
for the past two years, has resigned
his position to further his studies at
Goderieh Collegiate Institute.
Mr. Appleton Elccoat, of the west
end, Tuckersmith; has bought of Mr.
James Smith, of Maple 'Lodge, Mc-
Gillivrary, a red bull calf of the Cruik-
shank breed, 13 months old, for a sum
in the neighborhood. of $150.
Miss M. J. Scott, Cromarty, who is
teaching 'in McKillop, is home for her
holidays, She was ad'companied: by
Miss Cuthill of Winthrop. •
Miss Bella Park, of Logan, and Mr.
games Purdon.; of Usborne, are .spend-
ing their holidays with relatives in
Cromarty,
The cantata, "A Jolly Christmas,"
was given by the scholars of St.
Thomas' Church Sabbath school under
the direction of Mr. T. O. Kemp, in
'Cardno's Hall on Friday evening last,
and was admirably rendered.
The nominations for 1893 are as
follows-: .Mayor, 1y, D. Wilson; reeve,
M'. Ii. McLean; c'oiittcillors for- east
ward, R. (lolerrtan, d'bhn Darwin, M.
Robertson, John Ward, George Good,
John Turner, A 3. ' Bright and P.
Keating. North rel taines Beattie,
B. 11. Gunn, Sosiah,Tydiauatl, i'olin. A.
i iklaron, 'Germ. ea ttpbeii antt',11, .VMS,
Sotitli Ward, Miles 41116lip1e, Joliet
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"I wish you were,"' said Dian. "I'd
urge YOU to do so, only I'M afraid it
would mess up Claire's plans."
"Whait sort of plans?"
"Oh,: today she pulls her big scene,"
said Dian. "Today she makes her
great test; a test which will result
in a marriage. Paul or Bill — that's
the issue, you know."
That girl! Miss Martha watched
Dian in silence for a time. And then
she said, "Why don't you buck up
and take one of those men away from
her?"
"Good heavens, Aunt Martha!" Di-
an said, looking up from stuffing the
bag of charcoal into the back' of the
car. "What dq you want me to do—
break Jerome's heart?"
"What's Jerome's heart got, to Bio
with it?" Miss Martha demanded.
"You ask me that—after all -the
urging you've done to get me to mar-
ry him!"
Aunt Martha looked uncomfortable
and Dian didn't miss a.thing.
"I've been thinking quite a lot in
the past day or so," Miss Martha,
said.
"You have? What about?"
"About you and Jerome."
"Well, that's nothing new. You've
been thinking about Jerome and me
for years."
Dian tossed her a piece of„toast
upon which she had been nibbling.
"Now,” she said, "go lay an egg!"
Miss Martha came out. Dian
watched her cross the yard, and won-
dered -if she imagined that her aunt
walkedwith a new sprightliness. Any-
way, she certainly looked sort of dif-
ferent. Could Jerome's quick and
awkwardly delivered kiss be respon-
sible? She was on the verge 'of say-
:rig
aying something about the scene she
had witnessed the night .before, and
then remembered that Aunt Martha
'didn't know there had been a witness.
No need to embarrass her. Better
forget the Matter altogether. 'But just
the sante* Aunt Martha did waltz d:f-
ferentiy. There, wa no doubt about
it, nos+ that the older woi>'ran had
dra'v'a nearer;, She Was ,.positively'
cel ky.
P`Yott couldn't
have a better day
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"What I mean is that .after see-
ing how much fun you are having
with two younger men, I—well—may
be I was wrong." -
"Wrong about what, Aunt Martha?"
"About you and Jerome. • Jerome
is quite a bit older than you are,
and—" •
"Oh, but that doesn't matter!" Di-
an exclaimed out of sheer perversity:
"Lots of girls my . age marry older
men. Anyway, I did a -lot of thinking
yesterday when I was alone en the
farm. And I've decided maybe I
should go, on and marry Jerome and
get it over with. I .even drove out
past' his house on the way home—
just to have another look at it. It
is a beauty, Aunt Martha. •-
were on their way out to get Claire,
he said, "Did you bud any worthwhile
books yesterday?" •
Qid set of J. Fenimore Cooper,'
said Dian. "Only I''m afraid' it won't:
bring much, sincethere's' no great de,
nand for the geI414!man." . She 10,04.1
ed straight ahead and said, "My'We-
man's intuition kept telling, mo that
ydidncu'd't come out to' the farm ---but you.
"
"My car's still out of commission,'
said Bill. "And it'stoo far to walk."
`So I suppose you sat around the
inn all day. Or .did you make a side
of a triangle?"
"I made a side of a triangle, as you
put it," Bill said.
"Myintuition is working, after
said Dian. "After yesterday—I won-
dered."
"Paul wanted to take Claire out to, .
call on. some cousins," Bill continued,.
"and Claire suggested that I go along
to see some types."...
"'Suggested' or `insisted'?" said Di-
an. Don't bother to reply," she quick-
ly added. "Well, did you see some
`types'?"
Yes, as a matter of fact, I did."
"How nice!"
"I sketched as old darky, who ,1Qok-
ed: ,as .though he'd stepped,' straight.
:from the pages of `Uncle Tone's Cab --
"Don't you • know that book's a for-
bidden subject down here?" Dian.
said. -
"No—I didn't."
"Well .it is—a book full of lies writ-
ten by a Yankee female who used her
outrageous emotions instead of her
brain; or maybe she didn't have a
brain. Come to think about it, that's:
probably where the trouble lay."
'Boy„' Bill laughed. "You can be
a little rebel when 'you get started."'
Then, more seriously, "Can't you folk'.
down here ever forget the Civil war?'„
Just because you were licked, doesn't,
mean that—"
"We weren't .licked," said Dian_
"We were outnumbered by a lot of
foreigners whom the Yankees hired
to -come and fight us at so much per
day—Yankees who were afraid to
come and fight us themselves:"
Paul spoke •up then. "You'd better
withdraw right now, Bill," he said.
''Dian'll leave nothing of you but a
greasespof if you keep up the• verbal
battle."
• "I was only kidding, really," said
Bill. He laid his hand over Dian's
where it ,rested upon the steering
wheel, "Between you and me and
the gate -post, Dian, I've always been
a rebel at heart—"
"Really?" said Dian. "Or
just trying to be polite?"
"I mean it," said Bili. "My mater-
nal -grandparents were natives of
Texas."
Dian smiled. "Then that makes us
brothers under . the skin, or some-
thing," she said. And then she
thought, "Will you stop saying ° and
doing things to make me like you
more and more!" She .steered the
car into the street upon which Claire•
lived, and hoped, she would manage..,
to get through the day somehow.
"There's Claire now, •••waving to us!"'
she said.
"Gosh!" said Paul, "she looks
swell! She's one girl who can wear'
slacks and not look silly."
"Cut,',' said Dian. But she could.
not help but think how completely im-
practical sharkskin sleeks were for
picnicking—especially, in such a prim-
itive setting as the little island in
the middle of a lake.' "I think," she-
added, "I'll get some slacks."
"Don't," said Bill. .
"Why not? Do you think .I would'
look silly in them?"
"No. Only 1 like you better this
gingham thing you're 'wearing.'
"Gingham thing, indeed!" said Di --
an.. "I'l1 have you know this dress;
came from Ardendale's leading shag,
It may be gingham, my dear young
man—but according to fashion notes•,
even Park Avenue debs are going in
for 'things' like this."
Bill grinned. "It would seem," he
said, "that every time I • open .my
mouth, I put my foot in it."
"Then don't open your mouth so
much!" said Dian=feeling cross for
some unexplainable reason.
"You boys come help me with this
hamper and the other stuff," Claire
called; --the moment the car came to
a stop:,
Bill and Paur got out immediately.
"Good Lord, Claire!" Paul exclaim-
ed. "Who do you think you are, Mr.
Hoover!" -
"Don't be funny," )said• Claire. "It's,
too early in the morning-"
(Continued Next 'Week)
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Miss Martha smiled when Dian re-
marked that Jerome's house was :n
beauty. "Yes, it is," she said softly.
"And what wonderful things a wo-
-man's hand could do to it." She
caught herself. "Well, have a good
time, my dear," she said. "And don't
stay in the water too long."
"Y es'gn," said Dian, as she had done
when- s•he was a little girl. 'But she
thought, ."Sometimes I feel like div-
ing under the water'three times and
coming up twice."
"And be careful of that bowl of pot-
ato salad .I made,", Miss Martha cau-
tioned. "Keep it topside up."
"Yes'm!" Dian caught her aunt to
her, gave her a hug, and thea drove
off. Then—more sheer' perversity—
she called back. "If you see. Jerome
today," she said, "you might "drop a
hint that I'm beginning to melt."
"Oh!" said Aunt Martha. Just that
and nothing more. But the look on
her. face!
Bill and Paul' were waiting out in
front of the inn when Dian drove up
a short time later. They looked mar-
velous, Dian .thought. Like two young
men illustrating what .the correctly
attired young man will wear this year
when he goes picnicking! Flannel
slacks, sport shoes and jackets that
made their shoulders look broader
and their hips narrower.
They were .carrying their bathing
things on their arms and also had
some boxes.
"What's in' those?" Dian asked.
"Candy -fruit," said Bill. "Paul
and I thought -we ought to contribute
something to the feast." •
• "Right!" said Paul. "We've 'also
got some wienies. I thought it would
be fun roasting them over a ,fire."
"Fine!" said Dian. "I adore wein-
ies! Only- Claire's not going to like
it."
"Why not?" Paul asked, his face
failing. ,
"Don't forget ,d that her mother's
supplying a mess o' fried chicken,
and she's famed all over Arden -coun-
ty for her ability as a chicken fryer."
"Oh, that!" said Paul. He laugh;
ed. "Don't worry. , The 'way I feel
now, I can do justice to chicken as
well as hot dogs."
"So can 1," said Bill.
"And," said Dian, "I thought men
in love lost their appetites."
"Tommyrot!" •said Paul. He got in-
to the back seat of" the car. "Yon
ride with Dian, Bill," he said. "She'll
point out the sights to you."
"Thanks, said Bill, "Nothing would
please me more." And when they
are you
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Teacher: "Why are wars objec-
tionable?"
-Pupil: "Because they make bis -
tory."
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Showman: "This armleae man cafe
pick up a needle with hires:"
Frank: "That's noth!ng. I've of-
ten picked up carpet tacks with my
heels,'a
George: "Why, I pick up five nails
every time I lift my, foot."
•
A man entered the out-patients de-
partment of a hospital. His head was
enveloped in-- bandages. ,
"Are you married?" asked the doc-
tor.
"No," replied the man. "I've been
run over,"-
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'hold, growing impatient,
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"What did you drive at fifty miles.
an hour for?" demanded the cop.
The .fair motorist smiled sweetly.,
"Oh, my brakes were not working'
right," ,she replied, "so I was• -hurry-
ing home to avoid an accident!"
•
When the congregation knelt to'
pray the little fellow on his ,first at-
tendance in the church asked: "W'hat.
are ail the people doing, -mummy?"
She answered, "Shush! " They're
saying their prayers."
"What," exclaimed the nipper, in- -
creduloualy, "with all their clothes
on?"
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than, Win you please inform me 'why
you've conie- begging at my door
again? Why don't you try some o1
the other ;Motile in the street?"
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