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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1954-07-23, Page 2y�!i<:�i1�. rm Y 11' hl � �i 3 .� +i< flegtala±ii'fi dllj!�'•3'� fix@aalya, Established 1860 Published at Seaforth, Ontario, ev- ursday afternoon by McLean A. Y. McLean, Editor - Subscription rates, $2.50 a year in ice; foreign $3.51) a year. Single plea, 5 cents each. Klmber of Canadian Weekly Newspapers Association. Advertising rates on application. PHONE 41 Authorized as Secured Class Mall Post Office .Department, Ottawa :SEAFORTH, Friday, July 23, 1954 ON GETTING THE MOST OUT OF TRAVELLING At this season of the year when so many of us are bent on travelling to and fro, and here and there, a word of advice from an expert may well be in order. The authority is Duncan Hines, who has more than a million high- way miles behind him. On the basis of this record he is convinced that a sensible daytime travelling schedule makes for driving safety as well as touring enjoyment. This means an early start—around seven o'clock in the morning—and an early finish— about four -thirty in the afternoon. Statistics show that more highway accidents occur during the twilight hours than at any other time. Also, vacationtime travellers run the risk of finding no vacancies in the motels if they wait until too late in the af- ternoon. In addition to carefully selecting a motel, motorists are advised to in- quire about eating facilities. Mr. Hines offers the following ways for spotting a good restaurant: The food will look good as well as smell good. "First, use your nose," he says. "Good food invariably smells good. Then use your eyes for 'such small details as clean catsup bottles and -covered sugar bowls. They often re- veal kitchen conditions" THE 'SLOW DRIVERS We have had occasion in the past to comment on the extent to which slow drivers, those who dawdle along a busy highway, contribute to the high accident rate which, unfortun- ately, is a feature of our present-day life. Now the Peterborough Examiner goes further and says slow drivers are as great a menace as are fast drivers. Usually, the Examiner says, fast drivers are good drivers; at least their attention is on the job. A pokey car on a crowded highway is almost as great a danger as .a cow standing in the middle of it. "There is a law against cows, on the highway, because the Legislature recognizes that highways were not built for dumb animals. There is al- so a law against slow drivers—pre- sumably for the same reason." Our criticism of the slow driver is limited to that motorist who selects a busy highway for his smart-alec like progress. We, too, enjoy a leis- urely drive, but not on a crowded highway. There are hundreds of miles of delightful county road over which the driver, out to enjoy the scenery, can proceed to his hearts content. ON BUILDING A FENCE Some weeks ago we had occasion to have a fence erected. And as we watched the obviously informed manner in which the two elderly gen- tlemen, who had agreed to do the job, went about their work, we thought of the many, many hours during which they had been engag- aed in a similar task. We remarked, too, the pride that was theirs in a job well done. Were reminded of this when we read in the Windsor Star: "Now in his 70's, Mr. Thomas Fairbairn, of Essen, estimates he has erected 3,000 les of fence in his career as a Trice -stretcher." The Star goes on to discuss the irOblOrns which must be overcome ink a first-rate job of fence - ding: "And any who have en- ored to construct a few yards of - rid an urban garden will appreciate the manifold problems he has encountered and overcome for almost' 50 years. "Erecting a wire fence is a science. It is essential to have sturdy posts, the proper distance apart. But the real trick is to get the wire stretch- ed taut. This isn't easy, as the wire comes in huge rolls and must be straightened out. It also is a some- what resilient commodity. 'Unless a fence is taut it is rela- tively useless. It sags and bulges, al- lowing small animals to crawl under- neath or large ones to jump over the top. And it must be erected suffici- ently taut that it will stay that way." NIR. GARDINER'S ANNIVERSARY An event which excited interest in this district, particularly in the Hib- bert-Usborne area, where he was born, was the 40th anniversary of the entry into politics of the Rt. Hon. James G. Gardiner, Canada's Minis- ter of Agriculture. The Ottawa Journal, by no means a supporter of the Government, nor a believer in the policies represented by Mr. Gardiner, but who, neverthe- less, respects a sincere and conscien- tous worker, has this to say -about Mr. Gardiner: "A brave record, this; all the more brave because 'Jimmie' Gardiner in politics always has been the fighting captain, taking on all comers, caring little for odds. "There is no pretence, no humbug, about him. He is a politician and proud of it, likes his vocation, never wears a hair shirt, asks no pity when struck by outrageous slings of for- tune. Politics is a game; his job is to play hard for his side, to ask no quar- ter and give nsone. "Thus, as a fighting politician, as one who can stand on the platform or in the House and take on all ad- versaries, he has won respect. Nor is he the sort of modern politician who fancies himself as a 'statesman', who goes about with the world on his shoulders, and who is so 'respon- sible', so concerned with his every word being preserved for posterity, that he must have it embalmed in a manuscript—by himself or somebody else. Ghost writers' would all starve to death if they had to depend on 'Jimmie' Gardiner. "With many others, on all sides of politics, The Journal joins in wishing Mr. Gardiner many more years of brave strife and achievement." To this wish The Expositor adds its sincere blessing. What Other Papers Say: The Tale Of a Little Pig (Vancouver Province) This little pig went to market. But when he got there it was discovered that he had no tail. So, he had a pretty thin time of it. No one, it seems, would pay any attention to him. He lacked poise, he lacked form and, in the end, he developed an in- feriority complex—which is a very bad thing for a little pig to do. A pig -fancier who had developed pigs for the show ring, passed him by with hardly a glance. No tail; he wouldn't do at all. A breeder on the lookout for a likely youngster for.his breeding pens, noted Little's Pig's lines but shook his head. No soap! A feeder came by. He wanted pigs to fatten for the abattoir. He, too, rejected Little Pig. He wasn't even good enough to kill. It was a sad, sad state of affairs. There was nothing, it seems, to be done about Little Pig except send him to the incinerator. And all be- cause he lacked a tail. It takes a tail to give a pig class. There is hope, however, for other little pigs. The Federal Department of Agriculture has issued a bulletin about it. Little pigs, it seems, are born with tails but often lose them as the result of some external infec- tion. The department urges that the tails be painted for two or three days with tincture of iodine. Then the tail will stay and -curl. Then the little pig will develop form and balance and poise. He may achieve a superiority complex and go on to win prizes and reproduce his kind. Wonder of wonders, he "may even become pork chops and ham and eggs. Well, at least ham. And what greater ambition could a little pig have? iW? 136 THE HURON EXPOSITOR pts SEEN IN THE COUNTY PAPERS Got Klondike Fever The fever of the Klondike has hit the Lake Huron resort of Grand Bend following reports that more than $1,000 in $100, $50 and $10' bills, have been found on the beach recently. The money, about $3,000, is reported to have been lost last Sunday afternoon when a London transport owner, Harry Woods, lost his wallet in the water of the main beach while boating.—Zurich Herald. - Couple Surprised on Anniversary Mr. and Mrs. William Horney, oY Simcoe St., were completely taken by surprise when a number of rel- atives dropped in on Monday eve- ning to celebrate their 49th wed- ding anniversary. Euchre was played, after which they were pres- ented with a lovely mirror. Al- though taken bysurprise">hhey boll; replied and invited all to be with them next year, if health is given them, to celebrate their golden an- niversary. — Exeter Times -Advo- cate. Drop in From Sky For Haying Not many farmers have help drop from the skies to give them a hand. That is what happened at the James S. Armstrong's farm last Saturday. Mr. Armstrong's son, Jim, is a flying enthusiast and two of his air -minded friends landed on the Armstrong farm after flying from Sky Harbor, Goderich, to lend a helping hand with haying opepa- tions. They were Eugene Lutz and Robert Glasish, instructors in radio at the R.C.A.F. School, Clinton. They flew here in a Cornell air- craft which Mr. Lutz owns and keeps at Sky Harbor airport.— Brussels Post. Returning Home Mr. Samuel O. Birk, of Minot, N.D., and Mrs. Pearl Fourner, of Seattle, Wash., have started on their return trip home after visit- ing with the Birk families in this district, also Guelph and Toronto. Mr. and Mrs. Whitney Brokenshire and son, Allan, took them by mot- or to Detroit • on Sunday, from where they will leave by plane. Mr. and Mrs. Brokenshire and Allan. remained in Detroit for a few days. Mr. Birk notes quite a few chang- es in the last 20 years since he was here last. This is the first time for Mrs. Fournier to visit Ontario. She is much impressed with our country.—Zurich Herald. Breaks Leg Second Time Susan Bridger, small daughter of Mr. and Mrs. E. F. Bridger, after getting her leg out of a cast. wa's trying to learn to walk with the aid of crutches and had the mis- fortune to 'fall. Though the fall did no bodily injury. it so frightened Susan that she had no confidence to try the crutches further, so she is now back in the same room in St. Joseph's Hospital where she spent many months. On Friday the whole village was shocked to learn that an X-ray revealed that Susan had broken her leg again (a little below the former break), when she fell. Her leg is now in a cast once more, and all hopes of starting to school in September are gone. She fell on June 29 and it wasn't until July 9 the doctors discovered her leg was broken.—Exeter Times -Ad- vocate. Decide Death Was Accidental A coroner's jury, presided over by Coroner H. C. Lindsay, inquir- ing into the fatality which claimed the life of Corporal Bill Herbert Sullivan, 27, of the Greenwood It. C.A.F. Station, at Medford, on June 23, decided death was accidental. Cpl. Sullivan was instantly killed in a head-on collision between the car he was driving and a half -ton truck, operated by Gordon Leo Coldwell, of Canning. The jury ab- solved Coldwell of any blame. The victim was a native of Brussels. His wife and four children resided at Medford. Funeral services were from the Protestant Chapel at Greenwood, and interment in Elm Grove cemetery, Kentville, with R.C.A.F. honors.—Brussels Post. Triple Birthday Sunday, July 11, was the birth- day of Mrs. Charles Scotchmer's father, John Albright, Zurich. On Monday, July 12, Ruthann, daugh- ter of a' Ir. and Mrs. Charles Scotch - mer, was 11 years of age, and Anne, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gladwin Westlake, Blue Water Highway, Stanley Township, was 13. To mark the three occasions, a picnic was held in Clan Gregor Square on Sunday with one birth- day cake, aglow with candles, for all. Present were Mr. and Mrs. J. Albright, Zurich, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Sootchmer and family, Mr. and Mrs. G. Westlake, Anne and Mrs.. James Carnie, Mr. and Mrs. Bert Greer and family, Rosemarie Telford and Percy Renner. Fol- lowing an enjoyable supper they attended the concert in Goderich given by the Girls and Boys. Band of London.—Clinton News -Record. Meets Duke and Duchess • .- Harold R. Baker, assistant agri- cultural representative for Huron County, was among a group of Canadians, presently touring Eur- ope, who were presented to the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester during their visit to the Royal Highland Agricultural • Show . at Dumfries, Scotland. Her Majesty, the Queen Mother, was in attend- ance at the Fair on the same day as the Canadian party. This tour, on which Mr. Baker left Clinton in June, is being conducted by James R. Johnston, secretary of the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair, Toronto, and includes visits to outstanding farms and agricultural projects in the British Isles, France, Switzer- land, Germany and the Nether- lands. Other agricultural repres- entatives, with their wives, from all over Ontario, are taking part in the tour.—Clinton News -Record. CROSSROADS (By James Scott) _ BIRDS MAY BE SAFE It is some time ago. since I was rash enough to mention in this space that I am not exactly what you might call a lover of cats. It was, you might think, a harmless enough statement. After all, we can't all like the same things and, as the fellow said, what a -dull world it would be if we did. Just the same, I have never lived that one wild, rash, mad moment down. Even today there are certain lad- ies of this town I slip past with a wary eye on them, because 1 kno& that they have never forgiven me for not liking cats. In a sense, my reputation is ruin- ed (what there was of it anyway) for now, no matter how wise I might be, no matter how sage some lucky guys might turn out to be they will always say with a sniff, "Oh, inim! He hates cats!" Now don't misunderstand me. I an not seeking to stir up this trouble. No sir! Not me! I am so cowed by it all these days that if you were to ask me, I'd probab- ly say, "Cats? Ah yes, the lovely, treacherous, egocentric cats! How I dote on all their allergy -produc- ing ways. The little dears!" But I have another gripe just now and I can only hope, now that I have turned out to be a cat -lover, that it won't be held against me. It is a question of birds. Now hold on! Not all birds. Not most birds. Just one • particular kind of bird. Up here where I live we seem to have some fatal attraction for birds and while I am not what you call a professional birdwatcher, I have more than once thought what a nice comfortable hobby it would be. All you have to do is sit and look. You don't have to dig for worms and rise et the crack of dawn and go and stand in some icy stream for hours and never catch even a sunfish. You don't have to chase a little ball around a meadow in the sweltering heat of the mid-day sun. You don't have to wipe the dew off your bowls while you stand in wet, rheumatism -provoking grass. No, all you do is sit and watch. It is a pretty good hobby. any way you want to look at it. And it does have its reward. You get so you spot and enjoy the shrill whistle of the scarlet tanager and the joyous, exultant flash of his magnificent wings. You watch the antics of the humming -bird and the wild canary and. the wren. You become interested in the family squabbles of the busy sparrows, and watoh with care the skilful way a mother robin teaches her young to fay. All these are warm and rewarding things you can en- joy in your own 'backyard. Yes, indeed, birds are all right. Well, most of them, most of the time. Of course if you have a berry patch and see every single berry nipped off the bushes before you have a chance to pick a few for dessert, you may not think so high- ly of birds. And when you are all set for the first succulent repast of garden -grown green peas which you noticed were ready for the picking last night, and find have now all been eaten by the birds in the early dawn, well then you might not think too much of our feathered friends. But I can put up even with all that except for cne kind which, bird -lover that I am, I cannot abide. Naturally, I mean starlings. These birds are more numerous, more destructive, noisier, dirtier, and greedier than all the other birds put together. They are hor- rible to look at, and even worse to listen to. They bully all the •other birds and they make a mess where - ever they congregate. They aren't even good to eat. Now I ask you why should it be that they are protected? I'll bet that there isn't a single other bird in the countryside who wouldn't like to see the last of them. And so would I. I'm not making any suggestions, but if there is a young marksman with an airgun around "mho wants to try out his skill, I can tell him a place where nobody will see him. if he happens to take a few pot shots at some starlings. In fact, I know a fellow who'll give such an enterprising young chap a tin medal if he rids the neighborhood of starlings. 1 Farm News of Huron Rain is badly needed in most sections of the Coupty. Because of this, fall wheat is ripening much quicker than anticipated. Other spring grains are also turning col- or. Fall wheat on the whole is an excellent crop and several fields have been cut in the south end of the county. Armyworms have invaded the grain fields in four sections of the county and in some cases the out- break,a have caused quite serious' damage to crops. Other crops, such as white beans, soybeans, sugar 'beets and corn have suffer- ed severely from the lack of mois- ture. Pastures are drying up and there is very little hay aftermath, Dairy operators report that the milk flow is dropping off ah an in- creasing rata: Years Agone Interesting Items. Picked From The Huron Expositor of Twen- tyflve and Fifty- Years .Apo From The Huron Expositor July 26, 1929 Mr. William Henderson, of De- troit, called on old friends in town one day last week. Mr. Hender- son was principal of Zurich school about 45 years ago, and will be remembered by many of the older residents. Very few of the pupils he taught reside in this section now. Last Wednesday evening a coupe owned by F. Fairbairn collided with a sedan owned and driven by Mr. W. McLaren, Hensall. The accident took place opposite Mous- seau's garage. 'Both cars were badly damaged, but the occupants escaped with a shaking up. Mr. James Kilpatrick, while working on Dr. Moir's barn, near Hensall, had the misfortune last week to fall from the scaffold, breaking a bone in his foot, which will lay him up for a while. Miss Lucy Burke has returned to St. Columban after spending two weeks in London, Niagara Falls and Forest. A few from Winthrpp attended the farewell given Mr. and Mrs. John MacDonald, of Walton, before their departure to Windsor, On Saturday last, Robert, the eld- est son of Mr. and Mrs, J. Varley, Chiselhurst, underwent an opera- tion in St. Joseph's Hospital, Lon- don, for antrum trouble and is pro- gressing favorably. Mr, and Mrs. J. Dalrymple left for their home in the West after visiting their many relatives and friends in Chiselhurst. Mr. William McLaren, Hensell hardware merchant, recently had a motor mishap. While motoring through Zurich, and for which we believe he was in no way respons- ible, another car crossed directly in his course. Mr. McLaren's car escaped with small injury, but the other car was badly wrecked. Dr. and Mrs. H. R. Simpkins, of Windsor, called on friends during the week in Dublin. On Tuesday evening while Mr. Ed. Jarman was assisting with the haying on the farm of Mr. George Leitch, near Constance, he met with an accidentthat may yet prove fatal. He was unloading hay with a hay fork and had dumped a forkful on the stack when the trip rope caught the rack and broke, allowing the fork to come off the hook, when it flew back and struck Mr. Jarman in the abdomen. The blow punctured about an inch of the bowels, and he is now in a very serious condition in the Sea - forth Hospital. It is hoped, how- ever, that if no complications set in, he will recover, and on Thurs- day he was resting quietly, George Howitt, of East Wawan- osh, is slowly improving from his injuries received When his car went into the ditch on July 12 while returning from Wingham. It will be some time before he has the use of his hand again. • From The Huron Expositor July 22, 1904 A well-filled purse was presented to Mrs. G. Brown last Thursday by the congregation of First Presby- terian Church, prior to ber parture to Toronto, where she will in fu- ture reside with her daughter, Mrs. T. W. Gibson. .Mrs. Thomas Gibson and family left on Saturday for Rat Portage, where they will make their home. James Kelly and George McCall, Rth concession, Morris, had their barns enlarged and stone and cement basements added. Thomas Newsome did the work of the for- mer. Mr. Alex McCall, of the 7th line, Grey, continues quite poorly, hav- ing fell and dislocated his hip sometime ago. Mrs. Anna Miller has gone to Bad Axe, Mich., to visit iter aged mother and other Michigan friends. We are pleased to learn that after an illness of six weeks, Mr. Jacob Deichert, Zurich, is suffici- ently recovered to be' -out of bed and we hope to see him around town again soon. Miss Daly, the popular teacher of St. Columban separate school, has sailed for Saute Ste. Marie and other points on the upper lakes. None of her pupils failed at the entrance examination and one, Ag- nes Stapleton, of the Huron Road, passed with honors. This breaks the record for St. Columban. Mrs. I. Noonan and daughter have left for St. Louis last Thurs- day. Charles Ellah, a young farmer of Downie township, was struck by lightning last Tuesday and had his lower limbs paralyzed. The unfor- tunate man was sitting on the edge of the bed dressing when an elec- tric bolt came down the chimney. The big grist mill, owned by A. F. Dickison, at Atwood, was burn- ed to the ground on Saturday. The loss will be large. There was an Insurance of $6,000, but this will not cover the damage done. The mill was close to the G.T.R. sta- tion and at one time It was thought it ,too, would have been burned, but a bucket brigade came to the rescue. The large elevator in con- nection with the mill was saved also. Listowel was asked for as- sistance and responded, but as At- wood had no fire -fighting equip- ment, the brigade was unable to do anything. Many people believe the fire was due to incendiarism, "Dad, Marie and I think we'll get married. How much money will; we need?" "Morel" • The young lady eyed her escort with extreme disapproval. "That's the fourth time you've gone back for more punch," she said Coldly', "Doesn't it embarrass you at all?" "'Wry should it?" the young man shrugged. "I keep telling them rot getting it for you." • 4'v ' 1pp ! Y�u� J Ri ,?I "Keeper of the Trees" (By MRS. M. C. DOM) (Continued from last week) "Sigmund Kelson, do you, know what's what on the tenth conces- sion?" Sigmund was at his most provok- ing. "The police dropped in and seiz- ed Colin's still and they're holding Nels as an accessory!" "What are you talking about? Still, indeed! If they were in the hands of the police we would at least know where they were. No, Mr. Hallett says they have gone on a walking tour. A walking tour! Did you ever hear of anything so crazy? A walking tour at this time of the year!" Sigmund straightened up and be- gan to look really interested for the first time. "By gosh! that sounds kind of good to me. I wonder where they are. I'll bet they're having fun. Confound Collin, anyway. He might least have asked me to go along, even though he knows I couldn't leave the danged store. Don't stew so, Janet. They'll be all right, Young Nels could sleep in a hollow log, and Colin's no fool. You know that, or you wouldn't have sent ktItels to him in the first place." "But Where can they be?" Janet's voice rose to a squeak, and broke. If she had been the .crying kind, she would have burst into tears. "Don't ask me! They may be camping out right over there in the Old Forest. They may be go- ing down the Little Beaver in a row boat. They may be lying out in a field, flat on their lazy backs, looking up at the sky. Whatever they are doing, I wish that I were with them." Janet gave up. "I wish you were, too!" she de- clared vigorously. "Half-wits should always travel in threes!" CHAPTER THREE I The storm had made a tremen- dous difference to the river. No chance now of finding any schools of shad or suckers. The river was again clay -colored,, and where on the previous day it had meandered gently on its way, now it dashed madly over rocks. foamed against the debris that gathered at the fences, and made Nels long for an ice -cake large enough to hold him and take him down stream with the current, "Maybe we should have gone the other way," said Nels, as they stood on the bank and watched the muddy, angry waters. "Perhaps we should have started out to reach the mouth of the river instead of its source. If we had a boat here we'd reach the lake by sundown, 1'11 bet!" "Quite likely. But then our search would be over before it was well begun, and we would not want that, would we? There is an old proverb: 'The journey is all; the restination nothing'. I don't want you to be disappointed, Nels. When we get there all it will be is a trickle of water bubbling up from the sand, most likely. I hope you realize that." Nels looked at his grandfather, impishly. "Are you going to fall into it, Grandad? And be washed free of sin, like the Lama?" "If we wash the dirt off our fac- es and hands, that is all that can be expected of OUR river. Did you lock the shanty door and hang up the key?" y "Yes; and did you put out the last speck of fire in the furnace?" "I carried the coals outside and buried them in that pile of wet shanty Mrs. Allen will have to blame it on the fiends themselves, not us. Here we go!" They walked steadily for two hours and put a goodly distance between themselves and Mrs. Al- len's syrup shanty. There was no temptation to pause and look for fish, and the air was so fresh and clean that walking, even though the ground felt spongy underfoot, was a •joy. Colin looked at his watch. It was half after seven. "Hungry, again, Lad?" "Seems to me I'nz always hun- gry. Which one of these places willwe head for: the big barn or the small one? They are about the same distance away, it looks to me." "Let us try the small one. As a rule the bigger the barn, the more stock; the more stock, the more work; and the more work—" he paused and looked at Nels expres- sively. "The more work, the farther we want to keep away from it," fin- ished Nels. "At least, I do. I vote for the small barn." The noise when.they opened the stable ddor was terrific. Cattle bawling and shaking their chains, horses whinnying and pawing the floors of their stalls, and at [he back of the stable a dozen or more gaunt pigs almost leaped over the' five-foot boards of their pen at sight of them. Nels put"his hands over his ears to shut out the deaf- ening-_ clamor. Three ravenous cats, circling constantly in front of them, made progress through the stable difficult. "There's something wrong here!" said Colin, looking around. "These beasts haven't been looked after for heaven knows how long. Let's rouse the house. Perhaps the folks are sick!" Colin hammered at both front and back doors of the house to no avail. They tried to see in the windows, but a film of dirt on both inside and out prevented it. "Somebody in there," said Nels. "Hear the snores?" "Im going in," said Colin. "Come' on!" They walked into a cold, clutter- ed kitchen that smelled strongly of beer and various other things. On a couch in the corner a middle-aged man lay asleep, fully clad in out- door garments, even to winter cap, rubber boots and woollen mittens with leather pullovers. Another man sat at a kitchen table, litter- ed with bottles, his head buried in his arms. Nels had never seen his grand- father so coldly angry. "By God!" said Colin, in a low voice. "I wouldn't eat here if I' were starving! Come on!" "What are we going to do?" Nels asked; almost running to keep up as they crossed the barnyard, "Let out every animal in that' stable," said Colin, grimly. "I'll do the horses and you start on, the cattle. Watch their horns when they swing around. They will be,' crazed for water." It did not take long. ;Che ani- mals felt that deliverance was 4 hand and played ball with their liberators. "That looks like a henhouse over there," said Colin, nodding to a building at the corner of the barn. "See what is in it." About a hundred hens were -bus- ily engaged in scratching over some old foul litter in their quest for food. The pail that had held water was lying on its side, empty and dry. There were even a few eggs in the nests, at which Nels- and Collins marvelled. "Imagine laying eggs for those two articles in the house!" said Colin. "I'd see them in Jericho first!' "Talk about man being made in. the image of God," snorted Colin. "Image of the devil is more like it! We will try that big barn across• the road. I'm going to find out• who those fellows are, and I'm go- ing to make it just as hot for them as I possibly can." The big barn was a different sort of place entirely. Drinking bowls- in owlsin front of every one of the cattle - attested to a humane caretaker. And the clean gutters behind them and the dry straw under them be- spoke an industrious one. A short, heavily built man was emptying a bag of rolled oats into a box in. front of the horses. He looked up in surprise at the entrance of two strangers. "My name is MacKenzie, sir," said Colin. "We have just come from the farm across the road where things are in a terrible mess. Two men in the house, dead drunk, and I'm sure their animals.. hadn't had anything to eat or drink for at least two 'days! Who lives there?" "Jed and and Joe Harper," said the farmer, his face darkening. "I was going over after dinner. I heard. they were on a binge." "Do you mean that this has hap-' pened before?" demanded Colin, angrily, "What kind of people live in this locality anyway, that devils can treat animals like that more than once?" "Well, you see, sir," said the farmer, apologetically, "they're neighbors, and a fellow hates to make trouble for neighbors!" "It depends on the neighbors," said Colin. "I can't think of any- thing I'd enjoy more than making trouble — plenty of trouble — for those two specimens across the road. I hope they have an awful time rounding up their stock. We let everything out." "You didn't?" "We did! Even to the hens. And what is more, I intend, to make it my business to put those fellows out of business. Have you. a telephone?" (Continued Next Week) THE LIONS PARK I'm an old-time Seaforth Lion, Thirty years we have been tryin' To build a lovely Seaforth Lions Park. As a Club we knew 'twas needed; Now we're proud we have succeeded; We hope all will agree with this remark. From the very scratch we started, Tons of mud and stones we carted; The site at first, of course, was sure a sight, But with horses and a scraper, We called work bees' through the pkper, And gladly worked and planned night after night. Now folks come from far-off places, Swing and swim and run foot races; This beauty spot to one and all is free; True, we'll welcome your donation, A word of appreciation Will make the Members happy as can be, Every 'night 'tis brightly -lighted, Young and older folks delighted To stroll about or ,play a game of ball; Boma find muscles growing tighter, That's the trouble with the writer. We might be in there pitching after all. Yes, the Park is wide, wide open, And the kiddies all are hopin' We will keep it just es it is today; For their growing bodies healthy, Better Par than growing wealthy, That's what our "Code of Ethics" hes to say. LION 'JOHN MATT= aSi+i xi fi � Ji v. 'sf#tiar.va,