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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1946-10-25, Page 7• OCT .. t •e ib' . , t t We (.. u, fa:iued f ;hot ao eek)• ; h 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 • s LEGAL t 'McCONNELL & HAYS 1 Barristers, Solicitors, Etc. Patrick D. McConnell - H. Glenn Hays SEAFORTH,' ONT. Telephone 174 . A. W. SILLERY i Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. SEAFORTH - ONTARIO Phone 173, Seaforth d MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC, DR. E. A, McMASTER, M.B. Physician 7 1 DR. P. L. BRADY, M.D. Surgeon i Office hours. daily, except Wednes- I day: 1.30-5 p.m., 7-9 p.m. . Appointments for consultation may be made in advance. JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D.• Physician and Surgeon` IN DR. H. H. ROSS' OFFICE. Phones: Office 5-W; Res. 5-J Seaforth MARTIN W. STAPLETON, B.A., M.D. Physician and Burgeon Successor to Dr. W. C. Sproat 'Phone 90-W : - • Seaforth 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- pital, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL HOTEL, SEAFORTH, . THIRD . WED- NESDAY in eat oath, from 2 'p.m. to 4.30 p.m. 53 Waterloo Street Soiith, Stratford. JOHN C,,;GODDARD,.M.D. Physician and Surgeon'' Phone 110 I'iensall 4088x52 DR. F. 14. SCHERK Physician and Surgeon Phone 56 - Henisall AUCTIONEERS - - • HAROLD JACKSON • o...,..4 11 f in Perm and Household 111.1.01.1001.111111/11011_ 1.111.110.11.11k. • 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 Sales. • .,Licensed tri Huron and. Perth Coun- ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction 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 - PERCY C. WRIGHT Licensed Auctioneer Household, farm stria, imvlements and pure bred sales. Special training amid experience enables bre to offer YOE sales service that is most ,effici- entrsd Satisfactory. PHONE 90 r 22, • mer... '"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 .0 s1'-�!t9�Vitt d� f 1 airiest wte ate ed,, 'f�qy� WUtd' eiabt 4t thd, ,tato y tri one ' * $face''- pointed blit the �s ^-stall ltet'atn it to"the mo>F ng? othin W";/; fi4trk olr was. said, a%oa�t�tff-P. 0 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 • '�lli3 T':,=$�?Ilar �i'oeeti;ii 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. LIeensn�dd , Auotioneee Pare bred di el', silo win • stoc`lt goOt e iat'etOttlflokas a "ro it ie dates, 'l Nolte 284. 'Branton, at ioisi *SPOOL rj! 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) $14 1' ,fahl Il $of' >!►ip !IR wItit .l XT.:04 'Mier a ;1ktr:' .and Mn tcjrg ,daulahiter, vol` or dim a,Yew° •day# art t. ., formes davitei'. yrs la:it.' and • xs,q 'Te'tfond daughter, of „'Toronto 001st ; days at the- Imps., of-10;10Cl Horne; also mr. aa4 Mrs 1Hert 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 ADO dl{eii :t ro'hh",�;�il�'t�an�, Glenn mud, E1Ibouotrba,,also tot;;'" itwr tt*, • trip tuiiaars t`at's,,ti their ,retulni. will restd�e opI th O friday '@diad' pli?gv. ou wedding tlle' family. of telt ,eii 1Vlr: anda'Atrs Minor' Dgbp;;, t1 their 'par"`ente I,th .a' tri -ii t, 3 ilre•, 11 WHEN IN.TOitON'TO Make Year Noma - ., ..•x L -s lar#A.. antrity LOCATED on wide SPADINA AVE. At Collsg.' Sleet ..: RATES ..... Single $1.50- $S.50 Doubt. 54.30- $780 Write )fur Folder~ We Advise Early 1111 011.z A WHdtI DAY'S SIGHT-5EE1 Na ■1TIO1 WALEMIO DISTANCE ALM. minim effieama ate•:.xeeieim3. MISSING.... Bottles, furs, all sorts of glass containers are MISSING ! 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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. • ; is iii