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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-02-06, Page 6PAGE SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES SYNOPSIS: . . . A luxurious five- month cruise around the world aboard the “Marenia” brings together a group of passengers for adventures, romantic, entertaining . , and tragic » , , Like in “Grand Hotel" these pas­ sengers offer a study in human ac­ tions and reactions, which uncon­ sciously bare their souls. . . , These characters are aboard the ship; Mac- <luffr dour Scotchman, single, of mid­ dle age; Miss Mudge, school teacher, spending the savings of 20 years; Angela, faithful wife of Lovat, gigolo; Dick Charlton, first officer; Claire, a person of experience; Joan, a dissi­ pated flapper; Jenny, run-away wife, and Peter; Captain Baring, master of the ship . . , and his soul. . . NOW, said, on?” * don’t suppose smooth as it duU," said .Patty suddenly. Dick laughed, “I wish it were,’’ he “Why, what’s going “Plenty, Patty. You that everything’s as looks on the promenade deck, do you? You can’t believe that the men down below go calmly along, week after week, in this infernal heat with­ out disturbance? We had one man try to stab another today, and the chef threw a carving-knife at a pan­ try boy last Wednesday, and men fall sick and in love and behave like a lot of puppies generally.’’ “Really, I’m amazed,” said Patty. “Everything seems so orderly and serene.” Dick laughed. “Well, I’m glad that it looks that way. Did you notice the boat slow down in the middle, of the night on Friday?” “No, I was probably sound asleep.” “That was to bury a member of the crew who died of malaria. And when shrunk from seven millions to blue ruin since he sailed. Haven’t you no­ ticed him hanging* around the stock­ board? He faces bankruptcy and endless troubles when he gets back. And there's the spinster who filled her pockets with pebbles by the Sea of Galilee, and has fallen madly in loye with the captain, who has never spoken a word to her." “Oh, how thrilling!" cried Patty. “I never thought of it in that light. Do you always have things like this happen on a cruise?” “Of course we do. This is a com­ paratively dull one so far.. I’ve given you only the sketchiest idea of what takes place on a cruising boat. I call it ocean madness. Roll a score of Atlantic crossing into one; add moonlight on Waikiki Beach, sunset on the Indian Ocean, night in Peking, cherry blossoms in Japan; fling to­ gether men and women away from their homes, their friends, the forces that impose restraint—and what have GO ON WITH THE STORY. Clare was ducking through the cur­ tain into her stateroom, her dark head t-urned over her shoulder, invitation on her lips. Peter was at her heels. Jenny could see his back as he bent his head to go under the curtain. His hand shot out and caught at his com­ panion’s upper arm as he disappeared from view. Jenny closed her eyes and clutched at her heart. She had not. K believed it possjble in spite of Peter's recent coolness. Her face went white as she stood in the corridor, weakly clutching the hand-rail. The boat lurched and her feet moved mechan­ ically along the linoleum-covered cor­ ridor. She knew that she iliust b.e walking like an absurd marionette. Now she had arrived at her own stateroom. She walked under the tain and hooked the door. Jenny lay down on her bed ’ covered her eyes with fingers fluttered nervously. Her throat swelling till she thought she would choke. It couldn’t be possible—not now, so soon. They had been togeth­ er only two months. She >had run away for a lifetime, believing that Peter loved her enough to spare her all regret, and now it was like this, with a cheap woman on the boat. “What a blind fool I’ve been!” she thought. “He can’t have loved me at all, not for a minute. But it isn’t his fault. I brought it on myself.” • * * * Dick was dancing with Patty under pleated lanterns. that swayed like drunken sailors. She looked like a puff-ball in a cascade of white chiffon. Hard to believe that she was the thin young thing who had slipped through the water that afternoon like a sharp blade. “Patty, you’re looking very sweet tonight,” he told her, humming the waltz as he swung her around. “And I could dance forever with you, Dick.” “It’s the sky and the lanterns you like, silly infant.” “Now, you’re teasing.” “Honour bright, I’m not.” The waltz came to an end and they sat down. “I think the boat’s getting a little cur- was She imagined herself in his arms, dancing, while he leaned down to hiss her I FORDJHOTEIS CHOOS^ RATES ♦150 G‘° ill Uji hJfcOMOMY 11 , S,MODERN <1 I’ll’ /FIREPROOF ► HOTELS ivcoNVEKiuny LOCATED ► EASY PARXIKMU1IESSwaiNOHWIER we leave Ceylon we must slow down again to toss a wreath out at the spot where one of the cruise men was bur­ ied last year. He ate some bad food in India." Patty shuddered. It had not oc­ curred to her that the Marenia was anything but a peaceful pleasure boat. But Dick was going on: “Don’t for­ get that this is a village afloat, and not nearly so peaceful as the anchor­ ed variety. Do you want to know what’s really going on around you among the passengers? In one state­ room a husband comes in late from a poker game each night and threat­ ens to kill his wife. They’re a blowzy pair from Cleveland who curse and swear at each other, and are always drunk. We’ve had to go in and still them a few times. I think he’ll mur­ der her yet, when he gets drunk en­ ough,” continued Dick. “And there’s the little teacher who has been saving her pennies for 20 years to go around the world and now that she’s on the boat, she’s afraid she hasn’t enough to take her safely home. She daren’t go ashore by herself, because of the constant demand for tips and “It’s Miss Mudge, rupted Patty. “Yes, since you’ve a very good sport, too.1 “Then there’s the man who’s run­ ning away from his wife and is delug­ ed with frantic radios every day. And the American whose fortune has * fees.” isn’t it?” inter­ guessed it, and »r you?" Patty lay awake for hours that night, thinking of the Marenia as a vast building with dozens of separate apartments, and a little drama going on in each. * * Down in 454 Miss Mudge was reading Conrad’s Typhoon, given her by the chief officer. She was elated at the end of another gala night. He had danced with her three times and sat out a tango. Every night was gala night on the Marenia, particularly since she had met Mr. Charlton, the first officer. She lowered her book and deliver­ ed herself to the full enchantment of her thoughts of Mr. Charlton. Heav­ ens! Miss Foster was making whoop­ ee again. She had learned “making whoopee” from some of her gay com­ panions, and she liked the sound of it now. It was so unlike Ohonto. Mr. Charlton roared with laughter every time she said it. Some nights, things were rather quiet next door, with on­ ly one man in the room and nothing much in the way of noise, except a clinking of glasses and a an occasion­ al burst of laughter. There must be a party going on tonight. She could hear the voices of at least four diff­ erent men, and their hostess seemed to be feeling gay. Miss Mudge wondered what it would be like to be surrounded by four different men, all of, whom prob­ ably wanted to kiss one. The idea did not appeal to her so much as hav- STILL PREFER THIS TURN-OUT TO MOTOR CARS 1 Since the days of Queen Victoria right tip to present, the Misses Mor­ timer and Elsie Clark have almost daily driven horse-drawn | raff id crash about ’Toronto in their “victoria.” Despite a in which a motor truck struck and so badly injured their horse that it had to be destroyed, they plan to coutintte this leisurely and pleasant mode .of getting about the city. Photograph shows the hiss­ es Clark, who are daughters of the late SirAVilliam Mortimer Clark, for­ mer lieutenant-governor of Ontario, in their equipment In front of their home. frig one man In that mood. There must surely be very little point to public lovemaking. Things were quiet next door for‘a minute or two, and her thoughts flowed back to - Mr, Charlton. She imagined herself in his arms, dancing with him, while he leaned down to kiss her cheek. Miss Mudge sat up straight in bed as she heard Joan Foster's laughter come splintering through the parti­ tion. “Let’s throw him out,” one of the men exclaimed, “It’s time to break up qnyway. One more song and we'll leave little Joan to her beauty sleep.” Miss Mudge was sure that it was the voice of the man whose wife was ill. They had all gone now, except the man who usually stayed the longest, 'the conversation was pitched on a lower note, and there were long paus­ es when nothing was said at all, At last she fell asleep, but not for long. Wakening with a sense of dis­ turbance, she switched on the light over her bed to look at her watch. Half-past three and a commotion next door! Miss Foster and her friend were singing at the pitch of their voices. A glass went smash and the song broke off. Miss Mudge disappeared beneath the clothes until only her hairpinned fringe showed. Miss Foster started the • victrola, choosing the song, “I wanna be loved.” As soon as it was finished, she put it on again, By the tenth time it was getting a little bor­ ing. An hour later the man stumbled out of the cabin. Still the victrola went on. Miss Mudge was desperately tired. The girl must be mad. Sitting up in bed, > she knocked hesitantly on the wall, but there was no reply, except the clinking of ice in a glass, Seven o’clock and the music still went on; like a tireless hurdy-gurdy. Worn out, Miss Mudge fell asleep at last. A noise wakened her at ten. The victrola was grinding the same refrain. At last she was angry; she would stand no more. She thumped loudly on the wall. The music whir­ red to a slow stop. ’ Miss Foster flopped noisily on her bed. * * * Jenny was in a light-hearted mood when the Marenia anchored off Pak- nam i'n a thick heat haze. Her mind no longer locked in high tension, and she talked with delicate animation. For three days Peter had been his old tender self. So far as she knew, he had seen nothing of Clare. Go­ ing ashore, she wore a gay flowered frock of poppy silk and a wide straw hat. “I’m happy today, Peter,” she nounced. “Why are you happy, Jenny?” gaze was on her suddenly, cool searching. He caught her hand, turn­ ed it over and kissed the cupped palm.’ Jenny did not answer. Peter brought out his cigarette- case, a flat gold one, with his initials engraved in the corner. Jenny had always admired it, and she felt sure that there was a story connected with it, for he seemed to prize it more than any other thing he possessed. He took out a cigarette, flipped the case over to her, and remarked: “Put it in your bag, Jenny.” “Why?" “Merely because I want you to. It’s something I’m extraordinarily of. Doq’t forget that” “You must expect to have pockets picked in Bangkok.” “Perhaps I do.” He smiled and she dropped it into her bag. Leaving the train at Bangkok they drove past trim white houses and through immaculate streets. They up the slowly cluster to Jenny to have sprung full blown from the pages of Flans Andersen, They walked past the devas, giant grotesques, intended to frighten away the devils. “I think when we choose our -home in England, I should like a deva to guard my door,” said Jenny, laughing at the spiked monsters. They wandered through the.court*- yards of the compound, Jenny’s face alight with interest, ‘ Peter was sil­ ent, She had rarely seen him look so handsome, “It’s nearly twelve marked, twisting his at His wrist watch. “As if time mattered hl the least! I feel that this is q^spot where hours have no meaning,” They went into the temple that held the Emerald Buddha, It was like go­ ing into a dark cave filled with green water, ’ For several 'minutes they could see nothing but a filtered jade mist, for the sun was still in their eyes. Jenny leaned on her parasol and rested. < “Jenny ently. “Yes?" ponse to touched her hand and whispered! “It’s nothing, it-doesn’t matter, but you’re very helpless, aren’t you, dear?’ an- His and fond your boarded a launch and sailed Menam to the king’s palace, approaching the wats that about it. The .scene seemed o’clock/’ he r-e- elbow to look darling!’” said Peter, utg- She swung around in res* something in his voice, He She noticed that ho looked a little strained, and that his hands were shaking. “Without you, I should be, Peter." (Continued Next Week) WINGHAM IN THE LATE EIGHTIES As Remembered by a 12-Year-Old Boy. On McKenzie’s bridge with my pockets full of stones, skimming them down the mill pond, George McKen­ zie walking briskly wearing a Ptme and venerable whiskers, Pete Deans drives by in light delivery on way to flour and feed store. The tan bark at the tannery is soft underfoot, Mrs. Sadler’s piggery across the way. The hay presser nearby where I crawled under and up on seats to hear Sir Jol\n A. and Sir' Edward Blake .Old man Storm at Crossing with red flag (later knocked down cattle guard and killed) .* Billy Sutton thru station window, jerking lightening. . . Com ductor Walmsley slowly walking to Dinsley House, carying cap and lan­ tern . . . Billy Black "bus this way for any part of town” . . John Dins­ ley, white shirt and vest, ringing din­ ner bell, Norma looking on . . Watt’s mill humming across the way, Tom­ my Elliott at engine room door , . . The grave yard, subsequently con­ verted to a park, . My first heroes, George Duffield and George Mooney, battery for the home team. The 'Babe Ruth’ of this period was Charlie Knechtel, who could drive, the ball over Watt’s mill;,. . . Skating rink later blown down . . . Simmons Tav­ ern, and Archie before he joined the Army . . . George Mason, smart and business-like, closing the gate . . Cur­ ly Wells, with a “Y” sling shot , . Bill Holmes’ blacksmith shop, smell of burning hoofs, and horses stamp­ ing wildly, a commanding voice tell­ ing them where to go and, when . . The Fleuty family at the gate . . Bell’s. facorty . . Holme's Law Office . , . Jack Stphenson, peak cap, smudged face, trundling a wagon wheel . , Jim Chisholm, riding his safety bike un­ der the maples (the first in town) . Davy Ross, general store . . . Fred Roderus, on leather seat chewing wax and .pegging soles . . Jim McKenzie ice cream . , . Fred Korman and big Barney, handing out big schooners , R. A. Graham, checkers- and grocer­ ies . . Ben Wilson’s home, hillside terrace, green, cool and inviting, em­ bellished with cedars, pines and ma­ ples Jack Wilson, V.S. . . George Pettapiece (Chief) . . Jack Moore on crutches . . Carr’s flour and feed, Art weighing a load of hay . . . Davy Campbell with sack of flour . . Town Hall, old Mr. Coad ringing bell1 with my assistance for privilege of hav­ ing rope jerk me up to ceiling on last stroke . . Alf. Nichol’s bakery . . . Hanna’s store, cod fish in box at the door, Mrs. Hanna and Priscilla be­ hind counter,. Bill McCutcheon car- Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. Head Office,' Guelph, Ont ABNER COSENS, Agent. Wingham. V Thursday, February 6, 193$ WHERE OLYMPIC SKIERS WILL PERFORM The daring young man of the fly­ ing trapeze will have nothing on the Olympic skiers/ when they take off their flight down this giant Olympic jump at Garmisch-Partenkirchen in Bavarian Alps of southern Germany in the fourth winter Olympic games ■■ '■ ■ ■ I • rying up butters .-Dr. McDonald’s home, his pretty daughters .playing croquet with the bank clerks . . Jack Drummond’s butcher shop, saw dust floor . . Queens Hotel corner, the centre of gravity . , Jack Clegg, Beau Brummel of his period, clean-shaven, waxed moustache, tight pants with satin stripe, cigar at one angle, derby at another, talking to Wash Tamblyn, they agree to match and pass through swing door, closely followed by Ned Sherman and George Duffield and Bill Yates . . Mr. Roe, shrewd and kindly of face, at* the window . . . George Roe driving by with Lady Garfield, her forefeet well weighted, George leaning far forward, getting the low-down on her action ... Pass Duffield’s tin shop, strong smell of coal oil from empty barrels in lane at rear . . Bob Cornyn’s coffin fac­ tory across the way, later burned <r ADVERTISE IN THE ADVANCE-TIMES t J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham • Successor to Dudley Holmes. next week.. Several of the Olympic-, entrants have been injured in their- practice trials on the steep jump. It takes plenty of skill, nerve and cour­ age to negotiate a jump like this one- and the winner will be a real champ­ ion. down . . . Pass church, now at school gate . . Bert Chapman doing his Rus­ sian dance on sidewalk . . School yard recently planted with young maples the size" of my wrist . . . Standing about waiting for fell are, Tom (Red) Scott, Jimmy Dawson, Ed. Rankin,.. Athol Griffin, Billy Watt, Sex Kent,. Wynn Lloyd, Hank Elliott, George McManus, Jack Ritchie . . Geo. Scott with shinny stick in hand, knocking stones and mud in our direction . . Principal Groves, Miss Case, Miss. Burgess, Miss Reynolds, Miss Catley,. passing through gate followed by,. Alice Johns, -Eva Dawson, Ella.. Deans, Minnie Fessant, Laura Hodg­ son, Mabel Kent. . . Bell is ringing,, lines -forming . . Clark and Minnie- Elder runing across street from their- home . . . Now at iron force pump,, half-way down hall, no cup, so hold, hand under spout, and pump . . 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