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Witte, here, 'get a statement from S
Rreiii4, 'ot•', the • iuoidersV'• • Rand said. ti
"lie .sl}ys tie;q' will be a stripe unless
t ' :r. s Pit tie otiationg end favorab• fi
he. �e g ,
!y for the union. It is `the lint auth= v^
antic statement we have had from ti
Weber,.. , Witte will give qQn the, exact et
wording. Give me about two, thirds of 81
a column on it. It is a first page ix
story."
Addressing Witte, the city editor h
told him to write out the other items
he had: pickod up during the after- w
noon., P
"Give them about half a dozen lines n
each," he added, when Emil was seat- if
ed at his desk. n
The "Labor World" corner, occupy- tc
ing'frequently less than a third of •a
column, inpmed1�
iately came •to be the.
most interesting part of the paper to e
Witte—it was thepart he had writ- -ss
ten.
Included in the labor run ,was the c
Socialist party.headquarters. "'
When Witte ..introduced himself to v
a rotund, smiling German, • who was a
the secretary' of • the party and from
whom all news concerning the Social-
ists H the latter
of emanated,
extended --his hand to him with pro- t
f, use cordiality.
"So you. are from The Express," the s
secretary—Gus Miller was his name—
said. "And what became of the other P
fellow, Cochrane? Was • he fired, or h
did he get married?"
Miller and his colleague at the next b
desk Iaughed volubly, at this joke s
about Cochrane. As Witte seemed to
remain somewhat unappreciative of, P
it, Miller 'explained that The Express a
had changed •at Least half a doien t
labor reporters within as many
months.
"Moat of the fellows were no good,'' t
Miller said. "One good reporter they •
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h e enc his,
an effort , to, keleP irate if .erect,
shoulders were stooped, When be
walked, he shuffled his feet in, a war
that showed 'he bad done a great deal
of walking iu his life: But his 'face
was boyish. From, the - editor, •Mr.
Iianilin;
to the youngest• office boy,
every one on The Express called "him
• Hayley would joke with., the
rep'brters, look roguishly, when one of
the boya• told a piquant story. He al-
ways had a knowing, indulgent smile
be his lips. The reporters aiwaya re-
marked how well he kept up.
In his day Jim „Bayley was a pow-
er. He 'was in tura star reporter, city
editor, managing editor on the N=--
papers, Now he was an all-round • man
on the Blade, a struggling afternoon
newspaper.' He was working under- a
man he had brought up. Two 'or three
tinges a week the city editor of The
Express would call. him on the tele-
phone. There were certain stories no
one could handle so well as Jim Bay-
ley. The city editor would whisper a'
few words to him, Jim would nod
knowlingly,•• and disappear.
His stories always ivan• long. Oc-
casionally'Rand would remark this to
Bill Francis, the political reporter.
The two would smile, but' the city edi-
tor would turn in the copy just as it
was written. Jinn was paid space
rates and he- heeded the•extra money.
Yes, Witte thought, it was a"case
either of writilig stories like the one
in the magazine and gutting fame and
a competence, or else of labor news,
court news, city ball news, with a
wind-up like, that of Jim Bayley.
He went down into the street think-
ing how he was going to spend the
afternoon and evening. It was his day
off. Rand had given;hiiyi tickets tp
an amusement park: -But he had been
to the park before and was bored. An
idea carte to hint. He would go down
to see his people. ". .
The Jews of N . .. were huddled'
together in a few 'blocks in one part
of the city. Emil had been ,through
the district before. • But those were
hurried business trips. ,This time he
walked leisurely. .
The streets here were teeming* with
humanity.. The heat had driven the
people from their :stuffy quarters into
the open. Women were sitting in the
hallways . or on' benches near their
houses. They chatted, volubly in Yid-
dish.
Evening was approaching, and the
men. and girls came straggling from
the shops. and factories, each met by
the anxious look' of a wife or mother,
each questioned and . talking ;about
the weather, the heat, •and how it was
becoming unbearable' around •four
o'clock, toward the close of the day.
He sought out ' a' Jewish restaurant
and took his dinner. there. The 'place
was small and there 'were only three
people about the half a dozen tables.
The meal reminded Witte of home.
His mother cooked just such meals.
The proprietress of the ,'restaurant
came up to where he sat 'and talked
to him. She was a. middle-aged,
motherly -looking woman, whb had•
come to N recently from New
York. She had never before seen
Emil Witte at her place, and she won-
dered whether ,he was a recent ar-
rival from New York.
She had taken Emil . for a tailor,
first, because all the Jewish young
men tvho, came to eat at her place
were tailors, and secondly, because
Emil's `shoulders were stooped exact-
ly like . the shoulders' of a machine
operator.
Her questions, frank and penetrat-
ing, did not offend Emil. on the con-
trary, he liked to be talked to by
the motherly -looking woman. Nobody
had talked to him so kindly and with
such whole-souled simplicity since he•
had been in N , since he had
left home.
When he emerged into the street
again night lay Over the N
ghetto. The girls and boys had on
their best clothes, and in pairs; •or in
couples, were going down=town, or
to parks. The older people remained
sitting in their hallways or on Chairs
and benches near their homes, drink-
ing in the slight ..breeze.
He came upon a -small bookstore.
In the'•window• were the works of
Yiddish authors whose names his
father frequently . mentioned. He
bought several of the small, paper
covered volumes and started for his
td `'got married and went' into. the
ate le become the editor of ,a''Coitn
yi n'ewspaper."' ., .
When Witte Palled the next day:.he
land` Miller yin an argumentative
odd,- The secretary';aluiclted Alit on.
e iniquity of the present systegt and
hat fools these mortal's Were for. not
eing it and for having to be epaxed
to the Socialist fold.
The German's eyes.twinkled good
umorediy" at the young reporter.
"We have been fairly successful.
ith some. of the reporters. in the
tet," Miller said. ""Many of the
wspaper, men in town are Social..
ts. We•have converted them. And'
aw for you, nay boy, we shall have
start in making a Socialist of you."
Witte could "not 'make . put whether
tiller was speaking in jest or in earn
3t. The secretary continued in the
tme vein.
"Hoffman," he said, addressing his
ompanion at the neighboring desk,
I commission you with the job of cof-
erting . •this young` man. Show„ your
kill as an, agitator nova'."'
"It will be..no easy task, I dare say,"
Hoffman, ,replied. "This young man
must .be fresh from the University;
where they drill : them - carefully into
lie belief that;private property is
acred. However, we ,shall try."
Hoffman, smiling,. searched the re-.
orter's eyes as if in confirmation of
is diagnosis. •
"You might spare yourself..the trop=
le of trying. to convert me," Witte
aid simply. "'I am a Socialist."
Miller and -Hoffman at once drop-.
ed their bantering tone and became
live with interest in the sboy before
hem., The, secretary began plying
him with questions. What tonal did
he belong ta? Oh, he did not belong
o the party. Why not? Was there
no Socialist branch in his town?" He
aw that Witte was net a native of
N ti
So far as Witte knew there was no
Socialist party branch in Spring Wa-
r. Miller fished out a card cata-
gueofrom one of the drawers in his
desk and looked. it through. Witte
was right; there •was no branch in
Spring Water. He began talking ex-
citedly to Hoffman. They were not
doing things -..right. Thep, should have
another organizer in the. State:' -It was
a rank shame. Hete'•was,, a city like
Spring Water, a city of fifteen thou-
andspeople, and no Socialist" branch
n it: He would take the matter up
at the -next, meeting of the state exe-
cutive .board: They• must have an-
theroorganizer in the field. forthwith!
"Are -there any other Socialists in
Spring Water?" 'Miller wanted •'to
I • Witte could not enlighten him.
"`How did, you happen to 'become a
Socialist?" the_.secretary asked.
"An uncle of mine," • Witte spoke
lowly, "an uncle from Russia, was
visiting us—he left me some books
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guaranteed.
For information, etc., write or phone
HAIU)LD JACKSON, 14 on 661, Sea -
forth; R.R. 4," Seaforth. •
nd pamphlets.
Miller was talking excitedly once
more, this time about Russia. Ah,
:hat was a .country , for you! What
splendid work the revolutionists were
ioing there. What heroic self-sacri-
fice! Next to 'Germany, Russia would
soon have the strongest Socialist
movement in the world. All this while
in the world. All this while in the
United States' the Socialist movement
was lagging behind.: Yes, lagging be-
Bind, in spite of the ,fact that every
one could read here. . . They must.
put another organizer in the State at
once, A city like Spring Water with,
opt a Socialist branch! Such splen-
did material as this young man hay-'
ing to' wait for an uncle from Russia
to bring - him Socialist books and
pamphlets, It was a shame, a- rank
shame! He would take it up at .the
next' meeting of the executive board;.
they must .economize' elsewhere. But
they Must Out another organizer in
th'e' field—
When Witte had written out his
Socialist items—there was almost
double the usual number of items that
afternoon—Rand said to him as he
was running his pencil over a line in
the copy:
"The old windbag was talkative to-
day.
",
Witte guessed that he meant' Me-
ler, the secretary of the 'Socialis't par-
ty.
"It is . all right though," Rand add-
ed. "Always pick up as manyof these
little items as . you 'Can— Go to din -
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Licensed Auctioneer
Household, farm stria, imvlements
and pure bred sales. Special training
amid experience enables bre to offer
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'"Witte • laid aside the magazine and
walked up to the window. It was a
sultry August afternoon'and the heat
in the attic room he occupied 'was
insufferable. But the heat made him
far less uncomfortable than the story
he, had just finished. . . .
• Il was a fine story, the 'kind he
would himself like to have written.
He wondtred what 'sorb 'of man the
author was. A man who could write
a story with so much feeling in it,
with" so much tenderness, could not
be happy. Yet the successful putting
of such a story on paper in itself
ought to be sufficient to bring happi-
ness to any man.- He gazed at his
own half column of cut and dried no-
tices in The Express. What, a vast
expanse of life and experience lay be-
tween his half ,column of labor 'items
and the story be had just read! Would
he traverse that 'distance? And if
net, what was he doing there? Was
he undergoing this struggle merely
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fi4trk olr was. said, a%oa�t�tff-P.
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i3 tory 01 ?mid g it S . ata .Play: hat
hoar tits city e4it¢r tore off & page
(ream the urtl itil ` supplement. and
!widow 1t; t0 With said:
"Dale is your,,et.Pry.
Acroae Pig I1SV• CQlunans Qf the
'Page was the b•Oti ire, "An Everting
to t!ke N- Ghetto.. The' eterY
a44 iilustrationa ,r p,ovei'ebd the entire
page, ..Some of.n. 'mere, striking
Oft
aentenFe0. in th� ,,,s.,for y were hosed.
near the tot► of; „b page. Ab.oare the
body,of'the ator?/;x-in, big lettere came
the legend ”"By."'liy4il
Monday neon Witte found on, •his.
desk a letter fre1W.Lena Rosen. There
were' congratulat eOs on the success
he had 'made in'lot realism and much
praise Obis story>';. , . . Then there
eame `#wine gossipy'aiews. about Spring
Water's young flet;. the Jewish fret:
Asa read the letter Emil be�eaMe
con cious of hw,Ar tar he had drifted
from this set, ' dcii consisted of boys
and girls of hisown age, hiss former
schoolfellows, in :the. years . he had
been at the University. •
The letter woundup with 'a plain-
tive note. Life Iii. Spring Water was
dull. Lena would he happy if she too
could go to a city sad strike out for
herself. But her parents would • not
hear of it.
"They are keeping me here 'like a
goo§ein a cage," Lena wrote, Eng-
lishing a Yiddish' phraseof her
mother's.
Before Emil's 'eyes rose the face
of Lena, so . reminiscent of . the • fat
Mrs. Rosen and• yet so wonderfully
different. For Lena was slender and
stately and had refined manners and
an aristocratic bearing.
He thought of the girl all after-
noon. In his mind he stalked to her.
Oh; how he talked! He never knew
he could be so eloquent. He talked of
his future. It was to be a big future.
No, not money. He would do things
—big things. He would write. He
would write about the poor and dis-
inherited,. the •people he was meeting
on his rounds as a labor reporter,
the misunderstood,..submergedpeople
of the slums. . . , And in his mind's
eye he .saw. Lena agreeing with him
—understanding him—ready to follow
him to the ends of the earth—
There were the usual number of
clippings on his desk, obituaries. from
the evening papers, to rewrite. He
wrote the items rapidly one after the
other. He felt equal to tasks ten
times as great. He welcomed work.
A. soreness against the city editor
arose in his heart. What was he
keeping .him on • • this drab stuff . for,
instead of giving him real work to
do, instead of giving him assignments
that would offer an opportunity to
show his skillas a writer? But the
Bareness soon gave way to the pleas-
ant recollection of Lens's letter. What
a fine judge of writing she was! How
enthusiastic sh'e was about his story,
how she understood him
t ' a tit} 4 dor
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end W Pt
illo�,1tHe d Irnts '
d+�hn Gordo Qn Tiiux
4et Jfl„' with r,�,
aiding, •'1'lte oPe ng i r ., s n
of He#Iro ,end F, arch ;ani rhea;'
eFing, and Mrs R.anon ;ot4exed erne;
, 'mutton K7"rr and Mrd Alen' Srti#th
were ,aPpc{i xteri as• delegates tP attend.
the Sectional O?.eeting ,at V!raiton of
QQtobe' 24 °:
The new. study book en
titled "thdfa At the Threshold,', was'
introdude4 At 'this iliireting,^jixa. •Got,
don MacKenzie *avec g•,.
spTenttid, tai7t
on .India and .also conducted ,a quiz.
on Tndia, w1lieb moved very:interest-.
ing --as well as educational, Prayers;
were read by. Mrs. •Eeyes acid
MacKenzie, •A 25 -cent tea was eery -
ed at the close of tea
h, mleet,#ng.
ELIIVIVILLE
W. 8. O'NN'Stt.i DENFIELD, ONT.
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it ie dates, 'l Nolte 284. 'Branton, at
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room.
His explorations of the N
ghetto. left him . with a heavy heart.
They revived memories • of his own
coming to the new world and of the
four years of separation from his
father, those tender years passed in
loneliness and unutterable longing
for his sire, a tonging only partly
quenched with the letter the postman
handed them once a week.
He began reading one , of the Yid-
dish books he had bought. The little
volume dealtwith the 'very things he
bad been thinking of, the pathos of
parting and the joy of the ' reunion
in the new world of an immigrant
family. It was midnight when lie :aid
aside the book after reading it from
cover to cover, Just before he fell
asleep an idea came to him. Why not
write up the N 'ghetto? He
would try it in the 'morning. He set
his alarm clock at seven.
He wrote the story the following'
morning•, and the morning after and
the third morning. Then be found that
he had begun telling his story atits
weakest point and rewrote it anew,
Stealthily he laid down the menu-
saript on the city editor's desk, after
receiving hisassignments for the day
and made a rush for the eletratbr. He
did,not wish to meet Rand's gaze, nor
See 'what disposition the city editor
woitjd make of his uncalled-for con-
"t'ribiit}on. '
When Witte returned to the office
at a 11lave ,b'oloelk I ;and ` st. dOWlIt ?o Write
; s er,iteinte &attd ea11e`� him. The.
614„edttp !''introduped i�' nl, to the Sun -
d' y editor. Rand ' tad_ tdrned over
itte's story 40 the latter.
for a fate like Jim Bayley s? •
In the three months Emil had been
on the staff of The Express he had
learned much • about newspaper life,
although he never took part in the
conversation of the older reporters-
merely listened.- The fame and gory
of the business was' on' the wane, he
heard constantly repeated. It was be-
coming less and less of a profession.
Chances for getting up.' were fewer,
chances 'for losing out increasing. Oise
of the things that .always depressed
him was a visit to the office from
5`ames Hawthorne Bayley was a
man of sixty. He was• married and
had grandohtldrem, Though .he •made
•
(Intended for last week)
Mr. and Mrs. • Hentet#i Vaughan
moved their household effects to Lon-
don
ondon this week, where they will re-
side in future.
Mrs. Wes. Heywood is . spending • a
"Witte,” Rand bellowed across the
room, "`this is a metropolitan city.
You left out the street number in the
Winkelman obit: What is it?", '
Eniil fumbled among his papers,
found the clipping and read off the
number, underthe city editor's blaz-
ing look. He felt as if he hadreceiv-
ed a ducking in ice water. The pic-
ture of Lena and all the bold and
pleasant thoughts with which it had
been associated that afternoon faded
from his brain. He was gloomy the
rest of the evening. '. . .
•
. CHAPTER VIII
CHICAGO
Witte's story in the/ Sunday paper
was not without effect. The city edi-
tor began giving him better assign-
ments. The young reporter's ability
to enliven the subject he wrote about,
to heighten and vivify the human
touch in it, called forth Rand's favor-
able comment. • -
Rand's opinions were highly valued
by the staff of The Express. The city
editor was an importation from Chi-
cagowhere he had been the head of
the copy desk on a leading paper.
His praise of .Witte rapidly changed
the latter's status in the office. Caste
lines that were tightly drawn against
the "cub" in the first few weeks be-
gan to drop off.' He was treated as
an equal. Some even, tried to be
chummy with him.
Riley, the hotel man, was the first
to swing around.'
As Witte was clearing his, desk one
night,, a little after midnight, Riley
asked: "Going over to Sehoeder's?"
And they went out together.
(Continued Next Week)
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days at the- Imps., of-10;10Cl
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have, of Toronto, and Mie. 4' 'Horns,
of Kitchener: '
•A siia*er.was 'held: sat the home, of
Mrs; Wilbert Batten 'ogrt" D oaiday": eve
ring for Miss' '14farie d3obbs.: a bride-to-
be. hiss Gladys Batten Played the
wedding march, while Missl.Ola fohna
led Marie ,,to • a. beautifully decorated
chair. • Misses Donna ;and. Jean f,Iilfil
Ian drew in a wagon loaded with
gifts and Miss Ola • Johns read- the
address. 'Marie expressed -her thanks
for the gifts, and all sang � "For She's
a Jolly Good Fellow." Contests were
enjoyed and lunch was served at the
close.
Mr.' and Mrs. 'Nelson, Whiteford anal.
Carmen Herdraan, of Ingersoll; spent
the holiday week -end at the home of
Mr, and Mrs. John Herdman.
Messrs. Elgin - Skinner, Harvey:
• Sparling and Murray Stephens, . stu-
dents at University; Normal and. Tech-
nical Schools in" London, spent the
week -end and holiday at the home of
their parents here.
Mr. Jas. Sinclair, of London, spent.
the week -end at the home of his
mother.
Brock - Dobbs
The Anglican Church at Kirkton;
was the scene of a pretty wedding:
recently when Marie' Dobbs, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. Minor Dobbs, of
Elimville, was united in'marriage to
Mr. Ivan Clifford Brock, son of Mr.
and Mrs. Sherwood Brock,,, of Winchel-
sea. Rev, Canon . James performed
the ceremony, while Mrs. Harold Dav-
ies played the wedding march. The
bride was given in marriage by her
father and was lovely in a gown of
brocaded satin and a veil: and head•
dress.. of pearls, and carried ,baby
mums and roses. She was attended
by her sister, Evaline Dobbs; and her
niece, Patsy Dobbs, of Langton. The
bridesmaid wore. blue lace and shoul-
der veil and an .old-fashioned- nosegay
of flowers. The flower girl wbre yel-
low net with. matching veil and a
nosegay bouquet.' The ring -bearer,
Bobbie Glenn, of Brinsley, wore a
white costume- Following' the cere-
mony a reception was held at the
home of, the bride's..parrents at Elim-
ville. Among the guests present were
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reasonable for you to help each other out? Remember, no bottle
means rw refill. Please gather up and return to the dealer;ALL
your empty bottles today. .
Pahhi-lied k THE BREWING INDUSTRY (ONTARIO)
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WHY A BOTTLE SHORTAGE
Canadian glass factories normally pro-
duce MILLIONS of bottles every month.
The vital ingredient in bottle making is
soda ash. The only. big Canadian soda
ash fxtetory was strike -bound for months.
Stocks,ofsoda ash have been used up
. bottle factories are closed down
bottles are not being made today. Beverage
„ bottlers =dell producers of -.
bottled -liquids- must have ,r _
5yaui bottles back to keep go-
ing., :Bottling plants will ;
lose down too :.. if your
empties -are not returned. • ;
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