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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1954-09-24, Page 2trill 15' trialreaftat int EXPOSITOR Estahlisbcd 1860 Pub/16W e�dldat Seaforth, Ontario, ev- ery Thm ay afternoon by McLean A. Y. McLean, Editor Member of Canadian Weekly Newspapers Association. Advertising rates on application. PHONE 41 Authorized as Second Class Mail Post Office Department. Ottawa ;8EAFORTH, Friday, September 24 £EAFORTH FALL FAIR The Seaforth Fall Fair is being held this week. Re: ogrlizing the in- creasingly greater place the Fair bas occupied in the community dur- ing recent years, the Directors this year have extended the program over a third day. The new arrangement should prove popular and permit a more or- derly presentation of the extensive and interesting program that has come to be regarded as one of the -outstanding features of the Seaforth Fair. At the same time, it will per- mit a greater recognition of the con- tribution which the breed shows and other stock exhibits make to the Fair. Many classes, it is understood, are to be judged in front of the grandstand rather than at scattered points around the grounds as has been the case in the past. As in recent years, one of the out- standing features will be the merch- • ants' and manufacturers' exhibits in the Arena. Arranged by the Cham- ber of Commerce, the exhibits are more numerous than in the past, ac- cording to officials. Fairs, of course, wouldn't be Fairs in the eyes of many unless there was lots of entertainment. This feature at Seaforth Fair will include out- standing programs on Friday and Saturday afternoons and special concerts Thursday and Friday eve- nings. In addition, a square dance competition will feature the Friday show, .while on Saturday a full card of races has been arranged. All in all, it looks like a pretty good Fair. MOTORISTS MAKE STATISTICS Statistics dealing with highway traffic fatalities for August are now at hand and reveal an improved sit- uation as compared with the same period in the preceding month. But this is nothing to boast about, for during August 90 persons lost their lives in, Ontario as a result of acci- dents in which motor vehicles were involved. Over the Labor Day weekend, .13 people were killed in traffic mishaps. This compares with 22 deaths over that weekend in 1953. Statistics as such mean little. It is only when the figures are viewed in the light of broken families and manned children can they seen in proper prospective. Motorists make the statistics. Only motorists, by continually practising care, courtesy and common sense, can make them tell a less grim story. INITIATION TIME Students of all levels, from kinder- garten to college, returned to school during the past couple of weeks. For some it means an introduction into a new grade—from primary school to high school; from high school to college. And with the step upward comes initiation. There can be no objection to initia- tion when it is in the sense of a more or less formal introduction to new responsibilities, new fellowships, new experiences, and when the ceremony means the extending and accepting of new associations. But, unfortun- ately, and too frequently, this is not the case. In Toronto, initiations at certain 'schools are reported to have deter- iorated to a point where students are said to be forced to "suffer shameful indignation, miss classes and humili- ate themselves by travelling city streets in pyjamas." Such situations quite properly lead to demands for the abolition of all initiation ceremonies at all schools. if this is to be avoided, those in of schools will have a re - sponsiblllity to ens e that initis tion ceremonies do not exceed the bounds of common sense and decency. FARM PONDS HEIS' Daily' papers a few days ago car- ried a story which told of a large barn on a farm near Streetsville be- ing saved from fire because water was available in a farm pond. The pond had been excavated only a year ago, but the abundance of water it provided enabled fire bri- gades to confine the blaze to the driv- - ing shed, a small tractor and a large straw stack. The barn was. saved. This is but one more example of the value of a farm pond when fire strikes. No matter how efficient the fire brigade, or how quickly it reach- es the scene, there is little that can be done if water is not immediately available. It has been suggested that the reason more farmers don't provide farm ponds is because when there are children the presence of a body of water, adjacent to farm buildings, can be a danger. But surely little weight 'should be attached to such an argument, when it is realized an easily erected fence could cut off ac- cess to the pond. Each year fire takes a toll of dis- trict barns. If farm ponds could con- tribute to lessening this annual loss, it seems difficult to explain why there is not a pond on every farm. Singing the Blues (Kincardine News) If there is one commodity more than any other in which editors revel it is self-pity. Their job, they are convinced, is the most difficult and exasperating on the face of the earth. With this germ of an idea they can embellish a couple of columns or so, wallowing in a swale of despond. The sad part of it all is that it's true. The editor of the Broadhead Independent Review, a gentleman by the name of D. S. Markham, listed in his Wisconsin weekly a few of the pitfalls and problems which he con- tends put editors in this unique cate- gory. As we read them a sympathizing tear began to trickle from our eyes and let all know the hard, cruel fate which goes with presiding over the preparation of editorials and news in any,weekly newspaper, "whether it's Broadhead or Meaford or Kincardine or Kapuskasing, they are passed on for reader edification. "I don't know how newspapers got into the world, and I don't think God does, for they aren't mentioned in the Bible. Maybe the editor was one of the fallen angels, for he seems to fall for about everything people tell him. "If the editor makes a mistake, folks say he ought to be hung; if a lawyer makes a mistake, he appeals the case; when a doctor makes a mis- take they say nothing, because they don't know Latin and they couldn't read his writing if they did. "A doctor can use a word a mile long and it won't make any differ- ence if he knows what it means, for folks will think he's educated, while an editor has to be able to spell am word he uses. If the doctor goes to see another man's wife, he cha -s for the visit, while if the editor goes, he gets shot. "People that call the doctor and get well think he's a great man. If they don't get well, they're dead and can't say anything. Two-thirds of the folks in town are sore at the editor either because the paper said some- thing about them they didn't like, or said something nice about somebody else." The editor might also have said: When people want to get something into the news columns, it's usually advertising, and when they want to keep something out, it's news. People often tell the editor to write an editorial urging that this or that be done, but when those people are asked if they will stand to be quoted on the subject, they usually back down. They will also tell an editor some good live news but it's always "off the record," and if the eaiti or writes it he's broken faith, even though every- one in town has already heard it from the original source's own lips. They are mightily happy when the editor pats them on the back for a worthy job well done, but if he sug- gests they have made mistakes of acted unwisely on other occasions, they scream he is trying to ruin them. til i5 k .g�:.• THE litiR011 EXPOSITOR SEEN IN TIIE COUNTY PAPERS iP i• 1iYi fki�i � jtft 98th tirthday Mrs., . ,Frank 6\ etealf, Blythe Grand Old Lady, will celebrate her 98th birthday on ,Wednesday, Sept. 22. The very best wishes of The Standard, together with those of a host of well-wishers throughout this community, are extended on this very ttappy occasion. — Blyth Standard. Return From Trip Mr. and Mrs. James Hackett, of Belleville, and Misses Norma Stein - back and cousin, Carol Thiel, had a most pleasant motor trig to Montreal and Chatham, New Bruns- wick. At the latter place they call- ed on Mr. and Mrs. Smith (nee Joan Merner), daughter of Mr. and Mrs, Wes Merner, of Zurich, and enjoyed a delicious supper with them, and all wee glad to see each other. Then oila to Cape Bre- ton Island, Boston, and coming in- to Canada by way of Niagara Palls and arriving home safely after a two weeks' sightseeing tour.—Zur- ich Herald. House Damaged By Fire Early Wednesday morning fire of unexplained origin caused, $3,000 damage to the home of L. D. Hol- land, Goderich, Clerk of the 'Town of Clinton. Both Mr. and Mrs. Hol- land were in Toronto, but passers- by noticed smoke and called the Goderich volunteer fire brigade. Fire Chief John Hoggarth said be believed spontaneous combustion had caused the fire. Firemen hacked holes in the roof of the modern 18 -month-old house. Main damage was to the outside and to rooms at the rear. Smoke and wa- ter damaged the new furniture in- side.—Clinton News -Record. Driver Hits Ditch An airman from R.C.A.F. Sta- tion, -Centralia, escaped uninjured wheu his car rolled over in the ditch near Grand Bend Tuesday :fight when he swerved to avoid a man on the road. Driver Jean Col - bourne, 19. told police he was trav- elling south on No. 81 when he no- ticed another car parked on the highway and a man beside it. He ,swerved sharply and ended up in the ditch. Visibility- was poor be- cause of rain. The man,. Henry Hartle, of H.R. 3, Parkhill, said he had stopped to watch aircraft traf- fic on the nearby R.C.A.F. Station. Provincial Constable Elmer Zim- merman investigated. — Exeter Times -Advocate. Cycles From London Riding as a passenger in a taxi is a lot easier than pedaling a bicycle, a London man found last weekend. Chester Parkinson. 65, of R.R. 9. London. set out from home last Thursday afternoon and got as far as Hensall before he thought he'd better call it a day. So he stayed at Hensall overnight, taking up the journey to Godarich again in the morning. After reach- ing Goderich, he decided he need-. ed another rest. so he stayed ov- ernight, at a local hotel. Next day, however-, the urge to do some more cycling lett him. so he packed the hike into the back of a taxi and headed back home—this time as a passenger.—Goderich Signal -Star. Left 50 Years Ago An interesting visitor in town this week is Alex Mclvo, of Win- nipeg, former Goderich boy who 50 years ago was the champion long-distance bicyclist of Ontario, and who in recent years contribut- ed to The Signal -'Star a series of letters on events and personalities of the days of his youth. Alex went to Wlinnipeg in 1906 to take a posi- tion in the big Purity Flour mill in that city. He has visited his home town on a few occasions since (once for the Goderich centennial in 1927), btt haying now retired he is making a more leisurely stay and is meeting scores of old friends and acquaintauces.—Goderich Sig- nal -Star. Recovering From Accident 'Michael Harrison, 11 -year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Earl Harrison, Blyth, is recovering after an acci- dent last Friday noon, which might have had much more serious con- sequences. Michael was riding south on Queen St. on his bicycle and when he reached the corner of Queen and McConell Sts., he made a left-hand turn across the oncoming traffic to proceed to his home. Ile failed to see a ear ap- proaohing from the south on Queen St., driven by Mr. Tames Walpole, of Morris Township. Mr. Walpole had no chance to avoid the young- ster who was hit by the car and thrown a considerable distance from his bicycle. Mr. Walpole took Michael to his home and medical help was summoned. Fortunately no bones were broken, the injuries being mostly bruises and scratch- es and a bad shaking up. — Blyth Standard. Seriously Hurt in Head-on Crash 'Five persons were injured (two severely) when a car and truck collided head-on early Sunday morning at the crest of a hill on the Bayfield - Varna road, just west of Varna. Taken to Clinton Public Hospital were Donald Mc- Gregor, 21, R.R. 5, Clinton, driver of the car; Bruce Marshall, Clin- ton, driver of the truck; Mr. and Mrs, Murray Lovett, Clinton, and Joyce Dale, Londesboro. Provin- cial Constable Jack Parkinson, of ,Goderich, investigated, He states that marks at the scene indicate that the McGregor car was turned to the right just before the impact and most of the damage was to the left side of the car. Both Mc- Gregor and Marshall are in Hospi- tal at London, and Wednesday morning both were still uncon- scious and unable to describe what happened. Head and chest injur- ies were incurred. The three other occupants of the cab of M:arshali's truck suffered cuts and abrasions and were released from Clinton Hospital.—Clinton News -Record. A Smile or Two Janice: "Am I the only girl you thave ever taken to a dance?" Joe: "Absolutely, and the pret- tiest one too!" • Boy: "What giveh more milk than a cow?" Girl: "Two cows." Boy: "Wrong. A milk truck." • Patient (in hospital): "Nurse, may I have a drink of water?" TJurse: "Are you thirsty?" Patient: "No, I just want to see if my throat leaks." CROSSROADS (By James Scott) IN THE SOUP AGAIN err Some weeks you can't make a aickel, they say, and as far as I'm c nncerned this seems to be one of them. 13y this- I don't mean ,ex- actly financial returns. Mather I use the phrase in the looser sense which, 1 think, merely means "You can't win!" My trouble lately would, seem to be that I write and talk too much. So far this cdlumn hasn't got me into any trouble—that I know of— but just about everything else I've written lately has. For example, I'm in the bad bo les of the Mayor of 3loose Jaw. don know him. never saw him and, for that matter. never heard of him until I got a letter from him the other day. 'It seems he was starting a fire up at' his sum- mer cottage and chanced to see something I had written about country doctors which made him real mad. so he took pen in hand and wrote me that I didn't know anything about anything, especial- ly country doctors and that city - bred and fed Easterners like me ought to shut up. He also suggest- ed that it was too bad that what- evelr doctor brought me into the world didn't squeeze the forceps good and hard w hen he got me by the head. Well. that's as may be• I may be prejudiced in the matter. Just the same although there are probably several millions of things about which I know nothing. country dot tors are a subject with which I think 1 can claim a nodding ac- quaintance. After all, most ttf my life has been spent growing up right along side one, in the same house, in fact, and if my own grandfather wasn't a country doc- tor of the real old school, then I've been -misled badly all my b°ern days, There just isn't any justice at all. Then the other day a great and prosperous Canadian publisher chanced to see some comments I had written about an author of his who is just going to publish an- other book. I said, rather sadly, that I expected that the new book would be just about the same as the one this writer wrote a couple of years ago. I guess that pub- lisher didn't like that old 'book (I didn't either), because he claimed I was insulting and wrote the pub- lisher of the paper which carried my story and said I ought to be boiled in oil and -needed my head examined, and what's more, I was no friend of writers or publishers, or any other decent citizens. Now the publisher who wrote that was—I thought—an old friend of mine. I've called him by his first name — which is Bill — for years. After all this I'm beginning to wonder if just plain good old Bill and I have come to the parting of the ways. He didn't sound friendly at all. Then I made some radio broad- casts recently—one of them about the Stratford Festival, and the oth- er night I was accused of trying to destroy the Festival. Me! Why I'm the fellow who made a special trip to Stratford to plead with the Board of Directors on bended knee to give it a try, when every- body else, except Tom Patterson, was saying it was a hair -brained scheme which would never work. Honest, fellows, I don't mean any •harm. You've got me wrong. I want to like everybody. Well, almost. So you can see why I feel pret- ty good about one of my neighbors in a nearby town. She happened to pick up the little pamphlet which I wrote for the Huron Coun- ty Museum, called "Huron County in Pioneer Times," and she sort of enjoyed it. Not only that, but sbe took the trouble to pick up her pen and paper to write me a little note about it. That was real thoughtful, and I certainly appre- ciated it. I'm not very good at answering letters, but I can tell every one of my good neighbors who drop me a line or stop me on the street to share a chuckle with me over something I've written that it is one of the nicest feelings a writer can ever have. It's part of the give and take of living in the country. I'm absolutely sure that before Pm through •I'Il write somethint in this space which somebody won't agree with. I doubt that he'll scream for my scalp, or write tt; the Editor and tell him to kick me off the paper. No, he'll just mention it the next time we meet and, in the same way, 1f he reads something he likes, he'll mention that too. That's. the way we do things in these parts, and the*?a one of the reasons why I like to live here. Years Agone Interesting Items Picked From The Huron Expositor of Twen- ty-five and Fifty Years Ago From The Huron Expositor September 27, 1929 Mr. and Mrs. Robert Hogg and Mr. ,Melvin Merriam, of Goderich, spent Sunday with friends in Win- throp. Mr. J. R. Murdoch, Brucefield, shipped from that station this week a carload of honey, which goes direct to a firm in London, Eng. The government inspector, who passed the honey for shipment, pro- nounced it to be the finest in.qual- ity he bad inspected this year, which fact speaks well for Mr. Mur- doch's success as a beekeeper. Messrs. Gilbert Jarrott and Clar- ence McLean, Kippen, have return- ed to resume their studies. at Western University, London. Rev. R. R. Connor, Mr. Norman Alexander and Misses Jean Ivison, Isabel Alexander, Florence Thom- son and Olga Bell, of Kippen, at- tended the young people's conven- tion held in Sarnia last Tuesday. Mr. Albert Keys, Zurich, has sold his 10.0 -acre farm, .being Lot 23, N.B. Concession, Hay, to Mr. Leon Jeffrey, Jr., of Blake, whose dwel- ling was recently destroyed by fire. Possession will be given in November. Mx. and Mrs. J. W. Ortwein, of Hensall, had quite a large reunion of their family the first part of this week. Several at a distance had been visiting here from the States and had been joined" by oth- ers from other parts, so that it made quite a' large family reunion. Miss Mildred MeDonell left Hen- sall for Guelph recently to attend the Macdonald Institute, Mr. William Davis, Staffa, left last week for Caron, Sask., where he will purchase a number of cat- tle for shipment to the east. He was accompanied by Mr. Robert Bell, Hensall; Mr. David Gardiner, Cromarty, and Mr. Howatt, Blyth, and they are making the trip by - motor. Mr. Joseph Moylan. Hamilton, spent the weekend with his par- ents, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Moylan, Beechwood. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Rutledge and family. Walton, have left to spend a couple of weeks with relatives in Grafton. Garnet Batten, Monk - ton, is supplying at the C.P.R. depot in Mr. Rutledge's absence. Messrs. Len Purdy and Garnet Dalrymple, of Chiselhurst, have purchased a bean thresher and are prepared far custom work, and no doubt will give every satisfaction. Mr. H. McIver and family, Hib- bert; Mr. Joseph Lynch . and sis- ter. Kate, and Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Eckert were visitors at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Manley, in Manley. last Sunday. Mr. Herb Clarke, California, a nephew of Mrs.. George Stephen- son, spent over the weekend at the home of Mr. and Mrs. P. B. Stephenson, Constance. • From The Huron Expositor September 23, 1904 - On Thursday afternoon of last week the first sod was turned for the Guelph-Goderich branch of the C.P.R. at, Goderich. Mrs. C. Reise, G. Lockie, R. Har- ris and Mr. and Mrs. R. Black and Mrs. Scott Black, of Hensall, at- tended the London Fair last week,. Mr. H. 'McGregor, Kippen, has sold his two-year-old: general pur- pose fillies to Mr. S. Laidlaw, of Tnckersmith, for which he receiv- ed the snug sum of $350. This is a good price for two-year-old colts, and Mr. Laidlaw- has got 'good va- lue for his • money as they are the best quality- and perfectly match- ed. They are a bright chestnut, and are half-sisters and sired by the well-known horse, "Balbogie". Mr. John Galbraith has sold his farm on the llth concession to Mr, Thomas Beattie, of,Hullett, son-in-law of Mr. John G.,Grieve. The farm contains 100 acres and is one of the best in the township. There is not a foot of waste land and it is in good condition, and there are good buildings. The price paid was $6,400, and possession will be given at once. Mr. Gal- braith intends moving to the old homestead to live. Mr. Lorne Scott, who has been in the Sovereign Bank in Hensall for some time, is now holding a good position in the Sovereign Bank 'at Zurich. Mr. Robert McLaren, of the Lon- don Road, recently accompanied Mr. T. J. Berry with a shipment of horses to the Old Country, The friends of Rev. E. A. :Shaw will be pleased to learn that he has recovered nicely from his re- cent accident, "Kaplan," the fast pacing stal- lion owned by Scott and Warwick, of Brussels, made a record for him- self at Reedville, Mass., on Friday of last week. He won the second and fastest heat in his race, going the mile in 2:081. "Kaplan" is now at his own stable in Brussels. • Miss Minnie Beattie and Miss Lois Johnson, Seaforth, left Tues- day for Guelph, where they will take a course in domestic science at the Macdonald Institute in con- nection onnection with the Agricultural Col- lege. Miss Leila Best, daughter of Mr. J. M. Best, of town, met with a nasty accident on Saturday last. She was getting off the verandah when she struck her hand on a piece of crockery, cutting a gash in it Which required several stitch- es. Mr. George Powell who has con- ducted a grocery and produce store in Biyth for a number of years, has disposed of his busine$s to Mr. Cutt, of Jamestown. Mr. Powell le an sitstive business man and we hope it is his intention to stay in the village. Mrs. Baines, Oshawa, has been in Hensall during the past week visiting her mother, Mrs. Warring. SEPTEMBER , 1,904 'Keeper of the Trees" (By MR8, M. C. DOM (Continued from last week) "The whole world has to advance together," he declared to Bill Cul- liton, as Bill waited for his hog - chop to be ground. "I tell you this thing of prosperous, brainy people thinking they . can ignore their weaker, .stupider brethren, just say 'To h= with them, They got themelves into the mess, let them get selves out of it' — these pe pie are just laying up trouble for themselves. They're fiddling while Rome burns; they're danc- ing the French minuet while the mob storms the Bastille." Bert took a deep breath and a long drink of water. a "The whole world has to ad- vance together, the fine, generous, heady ones always in the lead, or the trash is going to pull. down the edifice and we'll have to start all over from scratch. You know darn well, Bill, that you can't even let your dog lie in one of your ditches because his decomposing body will probably pollute your well, and in a few days you're dead of typhoir fever or bubonic plague, or fallen arches, or some- thing, and serves you right! Did you ever read of the wonderful way of life the Japanese ruling caste built up hundreds of years ago in Japan? Why, it reads just like a tairy 'tale. And where is that beautiful dream world today? You know where it is all right. Look at the wonderful social life lived in the French castles and chateaus before the French revo- lution. Poetry, music, charades, everything to make life enchanting, and the poor devils of serfs out- side the walls eating grass! Not much poetry or music in their lives, let me tell you!" Bert got to his feet and began to pace the floor. , "Take a look at life in the South- ern States right on this continent not, a •hundred years ago. Ever read any of .the -novels about the south befo' de wa'? Life for the boss and his family- was just one long festival of dining, dancing, making love. The women couldn't even wash their own hair. The men never dreamed of shining their own shoes. They've washed it and shined 'em since, let me tell you! And why shouldn't they?" Bert was a trifle hoarse by this time. "And it's no use handing me. that old one- about the common man making a fool of himself when he does get a little money. Of course, he makes a fool of himself. Of course, he can't govern himself or his' appetite. D'you know why? Because he's never had enough practice. The common man, given a little practice, can govern him- self quite as well as the descend- ant of a belted knight. or an M.P., or even a senator'. Take a look at our co-operatives—how well, most of tfrem are run. Look at the Cred- it Unions run by and for the com- mon man. How much money has the Credit Unions lost through bad debt? Less than a quarter of one per cent. Show me the bank run by the ablest financiers in the country that can point to a record like that." At this point Harry Iaid down his pencil and notebook. Bert was too fast for him. "If we had enough producer and consumer and wholesale co-dhera- tives in the world we could send all .our M.P.'s home, put the men in our armies, navies and air forces to useful constructive work, and laugh our heads off'at Nazis, Fas- cists and Bolsheviks. It isn't the people who are doing useful work who are making all the trouble in the world. It's the worthless beg- gars who couldn't cut their own kids' hair if the town barber went on strike—they're the trouble- makers." Bert was 'very hoarse by this time, "And some of these unions and associations are just about as bad. One of the worst things I've heard of in a long time was this busi- ness of the association of trained nurses sending a spotter up to this little one-horse hospital to see that nurses' aids weren't taught too much. Isn't that a fright? • What do they think they are- One of -those old-time guilds that flourish- ed three or four hundred years ago in Europe? As if useful know- ledge was going to be bad for any- thing or anybody. These unions of working people who think they are going to benefit themselves by con- structing a closed corporation with themselves and their tribe safely ensconced inside -- they're crazy. The more smart, intelli- gent, well-informed people there are, the better for the world, and don't you forget it." Bert took another drink of wa- ter and looked over his glasses at his dazed listener, Bert had nedd- ed bl-focals for some time and had never got around to getting them. "I should charge you for that," he remarked. "You mean I should get paid for listening to you?" retorted Culla ton, heading for the door• "What p. man!" "Gish! Mr, Welch," said Harry, admiringly, flipping over the pages of his notebook. "You filled thir- teen pages with shorthand and then I didn't get nearly it all." And every darned syllable was wasted if I know my man," Bert said, rather bitterly. Berhad a air f ale grey eyes whicht, when phe wasothoroughly tghly worked up, had the power of par- tially mesmerizing his opponent. He onmeQ_t plc toidid thenot co-operativecvertae movemanypen as he thought he did, He simply rendered them speechless for the time being. He was tenaciously loyal and fer- ociously honest. He had a few'en- emies who would have liked to have seen him hamstrung, but he had many friends who would have died for hits. III Harry Fox liked Bert Welch im- mensely, and Bert liked Harry with reservations. Harry was strictlyn a nine -to -five office work- er and sometimes the nine was a quarter after, and the five—espec- ially in summer when there was a. ball game—was apt to be a quar- ter to. Bert could not understand that attitude in anyone. It was twenty years since he had needed an alarm clock to get him to work and it took a Big Ben, Isabel, and about five journeys upstairs to get Harry to work on time. But Isabel did not mind, She was• as proud as a peacock of Harry's new job, and Gerald was almost ea - bad. "I always knew if he could find the work suited to him," declared Isabel, "that he would be the best boy in the whole village." "I guess I've been a little hard on .him," Gerald came down hand- somely. "It's after your folks he be taking, always wanting to keep his hands nice and wear clean. clothes, and use his head to make a living instead of his muscles. Sure, it takes all kinds to make a, world.,' "I hope they won't expect him to go out in the mill and handle bags and things like that," worried Isabel. "He never was any goody at dusty, dirty work." "Leave it to Harry," counselled Gerald, philosophically. "I'd like to see the party who can get him into the mill to work. It's a gen- ius herd be, that's what." But there was one thing about. Harry that Gerald would never get used to, not if they both lived to• be a hundred. Harry slept in py- jamas instead of in his shirt -tad ilse a Hurn. So far as Gerald knew Harry was the only youth in Brig , End Mills who slept in pyjamas. There may have been others, but s+>' it was kept a closely guarded sec- ret by their families. They never' appeared on the family clothesline in daylight. But Isabel hung Harry's where all the world could see. He had' three pairs for summer, one of them sills, which had been given hint at Christmas by his Uncle Clayton. Iie had two flannelette pairs for winter that had been giv- en him by his mother. . To Gerald, those pyjamas were almost the last straw. The city •blood must be overwhelming. To pays Harry in the hall when he was wearing a pair of those things was more than he could bear. When they were fluttering on the clothesline and Gerald had to walk past them, he did so with hanging head. The only person to whom he had ever voiced his feelings was Sig- mund Kelson. and then it had been in a manner so indirect that only a shrewd man like Sigmund eould have grasped what he was getting at. Gerald fixed his eyes on a row of sauce pans high on a shelf and addressed Sigmund in a voice somewhat lower than usual. "It's a queer clothes the young folks he wearing these days. Sig- mund;" "I'll say they do. You never know from one day to another what they'll be putting on neit. And it they're not putting it on, then they're taking it off, wbieh is maybe worse." "It's these haythen clothes on white folks that I don't like, Sig- mund. You know, those whadave• callern's?" "Sarongs?" suggested Sigmund, who had a picture of Dorothy Lamour tacked up in the back shop which he secretly rather admired, "Nall, not them! Them other things. Like Chinamen wear!" "Oh! pyjamas. Ain't they a fright! Did you see Evelyn par- ading around in what she called: beach pyjamas last summer? When she came .through the , store in those things the first tine it was • all I could do to keep from being sick." • "Harry wears 'em," confessed Gerald, in a low tone. "Does he, Gerald?" There was a world of sympathy in Sigmund'e voice. "Do people know?" "I guess so. His mother hangs them right out on the clothesline." "That's too bad. But you might just as well forget it, if you can - There's nothing you can do." "I know. I shouldn't. be surpris• - ell if Art wears them, too.'' "Quite likely. The whole dang world is going 'to 'the dogs! No wonder there's wars. There has to be something to reduce the Panty -waist population. What do' you thihis of this fellow Hitler ov- er in Germany who is getting too big for his britches?" "Oh, he'll likely keep on until somebody takes him down a peg - or two." "He's kind of hard on the Jews." "Yes, isn't he? He must be afraid of them." "Must be, I never saw the Jew - that I was afraid of, did you?" "No. The only thing I'm afraid of is them py'jas, I wouldn't..- touch ouldn'ttouch them with a ten -foot pole" "Me neither." IV To every man there cometh, at some time or other, some kind of temptation. Harry's temptation came disguised in the same attrac- tive garb that temptations usually- wear. suallywear. In a word, 1t came clothed as Opportunity. And Opportunity's other name was Chevrolet—year of 1931. It was really a bargain In cars. A bargain of bargains! There was only 3,337 miles on B- and it still bad its first coat of paint. Harry wasn't much of a money - saver. To be exact, if the savings banks had had to depend on Harry for their funds there wouldn't have been any. Not that he didn't In- tend saving for a rainy day some - /me. Maybe when he was twee ty-one. (Continnied Next Week) ,1 • 4 4 ) t 4