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Clinton News Record, 1944-05-18, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWSLRECORD ilia U intoe News -Record with which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS OP sUBSCELIPTION $1,50 per year in advance, to Can- adian addresses; $2.0.0 to the U,S. or other foreign countries. No paper discontinued until" all arrears are paid unless at the option ofthe pub- lisher. The date 'to which every sub- sgription is paid is denoted on • the Labe}•. ; ADVE!R;T]1SING RATES Transient advertising 12c per count line for firat insertion. 8c for each subse- quent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements not to exceed one ineh, such as "Wanted," "Lost", "Strayed", etc., inserted once for 35e, each subsequent insertion 15c. urates for display advertising Made lcaown on application Communicationsintended for pub- lieation must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. • G: E. HALL - - Proprietor H. T. RANCE ' NOTARY PUBLIC Fire Insurance' Agent Representing 14' Fire Insurance cooni'aniest Division court Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Baraieter, Solicitor, Notary Public Sue esaor to W. Brydone, E.C. Sloan /Ira c . , .. — .... Clinton, Ont. H. C. MEIR Barrister -at -Law' Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ontario Praetor in. Admiralty. Notary Public and Commissioner Offices in Bank of Montreal Building Hours: 2.0.0 to 5.00 Teesdiys and Fridays. D. H. MctNN'ES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street, (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours—Well. and Sat,, and by appointment FOOT CORRECTION by Manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 HAROLD! JACKSON Licensed Auctioneer Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Licensed in Huron and Perth Counties. Prices reasonable; satis- faction guaranteed. For information etc. write or phone Harold Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth, phone 14-661. 0G-012 DR. G. S. ELLIOTT Veterinary Surgeon Phone 203 Clinton, Ont.. ERNEST W. HUNTER CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 57 Bioor Str. W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. OFFICERS— President W. R. Archibald, Seaforth, Vice -President Frank McGregor, Clinton, Manager Secy-Treas. M. A. Reid, Seaforth. DIRECTORS— W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Frank ,McGregor, Clinton; Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; Chris Leonhardt, Bornholm; E. J. Trewar- tha, Clinton; John L. Malone, Seaforth Alex. McEwing, Blyth; HughAlexan- der, Walton; George Leitch, Clinton. AGENTS— John. E. Pepper, Bruce - field; R. F. McKercher, Dublin; J. F. ?meter, Brodhagen; George A. Watt, Blyth. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- tion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to, their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director. AMMAN NATIONAL AIWAYS TIME . TABLE Trains will arrive at and, depart from Clinton as follows: Toronto and Goderich Division Going • East, depart 6.43 a.m. Going East, depart 3.03 p.m. Going West, depart .,12.04 p.m. Going West, depart 11.10 p.m. dClinton Division London and G n Coming North, arrive 11.20 a.m. Going South, Ieave 3.10 p.m. cto by, Pamela Wynne As Dr. Warner sauntered along, breathing in -,the exquisite beauty of the scene that stretched .Out around, him—Downs that ran to 'the edge of the Ser and lost themselves in the gray jagged rocks now almost cov- ered try the incoming tide— he won- deredwhether it wasn't almost too beautiful. Had one' any right to re- main in a place where there wasn't even a siren when the glory of im- mortal London was Shing smirched day and night by savages? Well Dr. Warner raised. his head and tried not to think. He was on his way to Pole Star House to see Mrs. Maturin. Every- body in Battle Point knew they bad been friends for years, but no breath of scandal had ever touched them. Some day that pathetic vacant fig- ure • in the expensive nursing home would falter out into the Unseen and then perhaps , . . And at that point Mrs. Maturin would shake back the curly hair from her face and decided it was wiser not to think any more. For to be his wife! What bliss! "Any letters for Pole Star House Burwash?" • the asked as the old postman passed. "Yes, sir, one from Mr. Sholto." Old Burwash was flicking through the packet of letters in his hand. "And one from I don't know who." ended old Burwash mischievously. "I'll take them. Save you a walk, Burwash." Dr. Warners face was cheerful as he strolled along the well-known. path, partly because he was going to see the only woman he had ever really cared for and partly because he carried a letter from her son in his hand. Sholto Maturin had been rejected by the Army; he was serv- ing his articles in a prominent firm of London solicitors and belonged to the A. R. P. And the only way Mrs. Maturin could help was to make no fuss even if her only son war in danger. She could take in refugees but she didn't want to .and if they came swarming over the house Grace would leave and life would be un- thinkable. She had, been with her ever since her husband died, 'fifteen years ago. Mrs. Maturin would often smile her rather enticing little smile and think what fun it was to be forty. A that age you really enjoy being com- fortable. A. lovely fire and tea on a low table and the knowledge that some time during the day. Dr. War- ner would come to see her, looking at her with a gaze that one day would flame out into love as he told her that his pathetic idiot wife had at last got her release Part of the joy of Sholto's let- ters was reading them aloud to Dr. Warner. Mrs. Maturin had snatched at this one and let fall the other as Dr. Warner held out the letters to .her. "I thought you'd be pleased." Dr. Warner lowered, himself into his special chair. Mrs. Maturin bent over .the sheet of notepaper in her hand. The fire- light shining on her hair turned it to a reddy gold as she folded up the letter and • put it back into the envelope. "Who's your other, letter from?" asked Dr, Warner. "Oh, one of those scrubby,yeI- Iowy, Government things, Like In- come Tax. Pretty soon I shan't have any money left" said Mrs. Maturin childishly, "I shall have to keep a hotel or something. This house would do beautifully for a hotel." She tore open the envelope. "Oh! No!" she gasped out the words staring at him Iike a fright- ened child, "Listen." "Madam—On investigation we find that Pole Star House has accommo- dation for twelve evacuees with their parents, four sharing a room. Plans are not yet matured for evacuation ona large scale to Battle Point but please hold yourself ready. No appeal is possible against a decision by your local council but if you have de,pen- dent relatives who may wish to avail themselves of your accommodation BAD MANNERS? Teacher (reading) — Then came the great dragon belching forth , . . Little. Johnny -And didn't he ex- cuse himself? OLD VIRCIN1A PIPE TOBACCO it's a real pipe smoker's tobacco kindly state your case at the above address before March the fifteenth."' "I can't have evacuees here: Grace would leave." Mrs. Maturin sat down hurriedly. "Olt, here is tea,,:' "Yes, wait: we'll talk it over aft- erward. Well, Grace,, and how are you •today ? " "Very well, thank you, sir." Aft- er! "laying the tea she went out again. She had drawn a low table up close to the fire, and it Was cozy and' de- lightful, ,thought Dr, Warner, stret- ching out his long legs: • "Yes, but what am I to chi?" Mrs. Maturin suddenly felt perplexed and cross. "Mrs, Mills had refugees at the Mill House,• -•and they behaved exactly' like savages." Dr. Warner laughed. "If you don't want to take evacuees you'll have to fill the house with dependent rela- tives, and, as you haven't any but Sholto, that won't be easy." 1 "I really cannot face taking in evacuees." '"No, 1 see that. And honestly I don't think you are fit to cope with them. But you will have to do some- thing and do it quickly. The point is what?" • "What I do depends so enormous- ly on Grace." "Naturally. But you know the Government won't care a rap about Grace. They'll simply' say you have acco1mnodation for so many people and proceed to provide you with them." "Oh, I know you think I'm dis- gusting," said Mrs. Maturin explo- sively, "and I know I am. But it's so heavenly as, it is; this house, and a lovely fire and you coming in, and Sholto's letters. And then the idea of filling it all up with revolting people, and Grace leaving and not being able to get anyone.to do the work and all the bother about feeding them. And if they pay even only a little they will fuss; people always do. I feel as if I couldn't stand it," said Mrs'. Maturin, and her blue eyes filled with tears. ! II "Coyne here." De. Warner spoke quietly as he head out one hand. ±With a little rush Mrs. Maturin was on her knees at his chair. She • caught hold of his hand and held it to her face, "Listen to me," he said. "I have a plan. And I want to explain it to you." While Dr. Warner and Mrs. Ma - burin talked in the drawing room, Grace sat in the kitchen having her tea and feeling miserable. Some- thing was on foot. She could tell it from her mistress' expression, A lot of dirty evacuees, that's what it was. "I won't stay," muttered Grace. "Not even for the mistress I won't stay and clear up after a lot of dirty monkeys." But the bother was that Grace knew she would stay, and was sit- ting there wondering how she would be able to bear it. Months and months of it, perhaps years—be- cause no one knew how long this war would last, Her glance' strayed over her beloved kitchen and she thought how everything was chang- ed for the worse, just because a dirty little paperhanger hadn't been chock- ed when he was born or someone hadn't crammed his head into his pail .of whitewash when they could have done. That was how Mrs. Maturin found her; sitting there, just staring into the fire, Mrs. Maturin's face was flushed because she had just said goodby to Dr. Warner. "Tell me Wlly you look so mis- erable." Mrs. Maturin had a soft quick way of speaking. "Coyne into the drawing room acrd tell nue. I have something to consult you about." "I know what it is. It's about evacarees, I . can't stay if you have evacarees. At least I can, but it'll break my heart," wailed Grace, "Grace, dear, listen," Mrs. Ma- turii was trying not to laugh. "It :isn't evacuees. Come along, you 'darling old thing, and I'll tell you." "Now then Grace," she began, while Grace listenedwith her nice old face intent, "What do you think?" Mrs. Maturin asked finally. "Well,' muni," Grace lifted trust- ing eyes, "whatever you say, mum, that's what I feel about it. If it was evacarees I couldn't . have stayed." "Oh, Grace!" Mrs. Maturin sat forward, "I was so afraid that you would, say you must go, Dr. War- ner thinks that we could take four paying .guests." And then in front of the bright little fire they began to talk, while overhead a flight . of ducks winged its way to a nearby lake. The ducks rather contemptuonsky chang- ed their course As a.Sunderland fly- ing boat roared up from an airdrome 'hidden among the 'trees and rocks and camouflaged sheds, "Neven have :so many owed so much to so few." The immortal words leapt Into Mrs. Maturin's mind as she heard the roar above. And as she and Grace talked, John Wynter switched around in his office chair and groaned with fatigue. Be- low his window the London traffic roared and, squealed. Overhead' the guns crashed and bellowed. Hell let loose! Should he order his staff be. low? He pressed' the bell on his desk. "Yes, Mr. Wynter." It was his typist, neat as a pin. Lips "made up to a turn and the curls on her neck neatly set, "What about a descent to the depths?" • "I should prefer to finish my let- ters if you don't mind, Mr. Wynter. I want to go to a dance tonight, and I don't like to waste any time." "Just as you like:" What right had he to feel tired? thought John Wynter when he was alone again Fearless and undaunted, these young people were to marvelous for words. He felt suddenly refreshed and alert. The next morning Mrs. Maturin hurried off to consult her friend Netta Jackson on the proposed plans. "Why have you conte so early?" asked Netta. "I could tell by your voice on the phone that you were bursting with something.'' "Well, it's this. To begin with I can 'tell you that Grace agrees; I know you'll ask me that first. Also Dr. Warner." "Then proceed." Netta's clever face was attentive. "I see," she said as Joan finished. "And I think the idea is excellent. But how are you going to make your hotel known to the sort of people you want to col- Iect?" "What would you suggest?" "Just this." Netta picked up • a copy of The Times frons a chair and ran her finger down a back - page column. "On the coast of Cornwall, far from military objec- tives, a small private -:hotel has ac- commodation for four visitors. Terns, five guineas a week." Netta put down the paper. "As much as that?" "You can always reduce it and' there are loads of people wlio can afford five guineas a week, especially now that the Government has declared a moratorium for evacu- ated areas, Let's get busy about the advertisement." After a mo- ment or two she lifted her close - cropped head. "Listen," she said. "How do you like this? On the North Devon coast, far from military ob- jectives, a small private hotel can take four visitors. Excellent golf links and gas fires. Hot and cold water in all bedrooms. Terms, five guineas a week." "I like it," said Joan, reflecting, "but I feel quite sick with terror," she said simply. "Oh, don't be feeble, Joan," said Netta bracingly, "Get a grip! You're fat too spoiled. This is war, and you must take your share of it. I would, only I literally can't write with bombs falling, and I must write to live. Now, if you approve of this, I'll type it out and we'll go and get a postal order.. With luck it will be in London tomorrow and in The Titres the next day, and then you'll begin to have answers:' The two friends started. down the steep path that led from Netta's cottage to tile main road. Soon the letter was .nailed and they went through the gate that took them up, the rough path to Pole Star House. "It was a preposterous place to build a home," said . Joan, staring at the back of it. Gray and strag- gly, as if built without plans, but inside warm and snug. "Yes, but it's got a divine view." Four bedrooms all', facing the sea, except one that, faces the light- house. All the rooms were nice, thought Netta, making a tour of them. Everything dusted and as it should be. Pretty ,brocaded cur- tains lined with dark green for the blackout, **t: As the landlady of No. 7 Prince's Terrace came down the stairs she saw that Monsieur • Victor had not taken in his morning paper; so she tapped at the door. "Here is your paper, sir." Mrs. Payne spoke very quietly, as she `always, `did to 'Mon- seer,- as her husband+ called him., For it was awful to see a gentleman just doing nothing but staring into an unlighted gas fire. (TO BE CONTINUED) Prices of New Potatoes Ceiling prices have been set for new domestic and imported potatoes, 'according to an announcement by W. Harold McPhillips, prices and supply representative for Western Ontario region', The prices are effective May 25th. The order sets a maximum price, for shipper or producer of $3.75 per, hundredweight f. o. b. Harrow, Ont. and Vancouver, B. C. from May 25th to July 15th; $3.50 from July 16 to, July 29; $3.25 from July 30 to Aug- ust 12; $3.00 from August 13 to August 31, ' The announcement was: made that very consideration will be given to. the marketing, of last year's' potato crop before imported new potatoes will be allowed in the country. V-- — PORTER'S HILL A4092 Cpl. Frame, M. B. Coy The Royal Can. Regt. C.A.O. Central Med. Forces April 13th, 1944 Mrs. Betties and Porters Hill. Club: Now that I have a little ••spare time I thought I would •send a few lines as I •try to acknowledge all the parcels I get. I received another parcel two days ago from you. Everything was swell thank you all very much. I have still been getting Christmas mail up until about a week ago. I also have been getting parcels • and letters from Canada just recently that were sent last July 00 they were quite a long time catching up with me. It sure doesn't pay to be sick. I got no mail while I was in N. Africa and was there nearly three months. No doubt you are all very busy over there now. I often think about you all. I have some very happy memories of Por- ter's Hill and have spent many hap- py hours at the little church on the hill. We didn't realize then just how good these times were. We used to take everything for granted but often being over here in Italy away from hone and friends it certainly gives you something to think about. Thank God when this war is over we will be coming back to a country untouched by the horrors of war. It would sure be great to see a Canadian town or city again with the' lights on and the streets and buildings decent and; clean all one sees over here is bombed and shattered buildings and piles of rubble and dirty streets. The more you see of it the more it makes • you long for the clean fresh air of good old Canada the best country in the world. It sure seems like a long time since I left there but things are look- ing pretty good now and lets hope it won't be long until we'lI all be home again. We are having Iovely spring weather 'here now and at last the niud is dried up. Its been terrible for mud and rain all winter. I had an eight day leave a short time ago and had a very good time, of course nothing •Iike a leave in Eng- land er Canada. Things are fairly quiet here just now. We are still liv- ing in billets but it won't likely be Tong 'tilt we'll be on the move again. We are all hoping and praying that we can finish it this year. We're all getting fed up, It sure is going to be a great day when it's all over. My wife and I are looking forward to the day when we will be settled down and making our home over there. Its great to know that you people over there are thinking of us. It means a Iot to us. It any of you can write at any time your letters will he more hon wolcome nothing can take the place of letters ever here. Well I believe I will have to close now, duty calls. I hope this reaches you all right and once again thank- ing you all very much for thinking of me and wishing you all the very best of luck in the good work you are° do- ing. God bless you all. I hope it won't be long till we can all meet again in a world of peace. So here's wishing you all a good summer and I hope before the snow flies again we'll be home. Yours sincerely Maurice V Goderich Boy Tells of Mount Vesuvius Eruption The recent violent eruption of Mount Vesuvius, must have made a spectacle of particular interest to the Canadiansoldiers in that part of Italy very few of whom, if any, could ever have seen such a phenomenon. Pte. Terence Hussey sends his parents, Mr. and. Mrs. John Hussey, the fol- lowing d'escrip'tion; Allied troops in the Bari area yest- erday witnessed a phenomenon known,. only once before nr living memory the skies literally rained mud. : The erupting Vesuvius, was responsible for THURS., May 18th 1944 Before you blame, your telephone... Engineers designed the mouth. piece of your telephone to give best results at one-quarter of an inch from the lips. When your lips are farther away than this, your voice is transmitted .less strongly .. , less clearly. Failure to remember these• simple facts accounts for the great majority of "trouble" reports. Help 'avoid needless service checkups, and at the same time lot those you talk to hear you without strain. Just remember: Talk clearly, normally, directly into the telephone, with your lips just one•quarter of an inch from. the mouthpiece. Smoking while you talk try cause distorted reception. It also invents .your holding the mouthpiece di- rectly ire sly in front of the lips, If you need to reach across your desk as you talk, continue to hold the telephone in correct position, close to the lips. A wall set can't come 40 you; stand or sir so that your lips are directly in front of and close to the mouth- piece. Don't "talk across" it. For clear, noise - free transmission, always keep your desk telephone upright—not at or near the hor- izontal position. the mud which fell and covered streets and vehicles. Fine volcanic duet, travelling over 150 miles from Naples, mixed with rain, and at one period. of the day the 'sky was almost pitch black, with a strange yellow light on the western horizon. The eerie ef- fect caused jocular remarks that it "looked like the end of the world. With Vesuvius growing angrier, fears are being entertained for the safety of more . towns and villages at the base, which lies in the path of the flo- wing lava, which has a heat of more than 2,500 degrees centigrade. In the area of the volcano, cinders and ashes are showering down, and at Salerno, twenty miles away. Allied troops are having to wear steel heI- mets. — Goderich Signal Star. IN THE LEITER BOX I wish to express my sincere thanks to the people of the commun- ity, who showed their kindness • in contributing towards the lovely gifts which I received. These will always be the reminders of many happy memories no matter where the Navy takes me, Thanks again to all. 0/Sm. Grant Bisback, V79133, R. C. N. V. R. H. M. C. S. Prevost, London V Iron is the great war metal in modern times, as it was in ancient eras. r The familiar Martin-Senour sign is the one to look for when paint -plans are pending. It is the sign that says "the 100% Pure Paint is sold here". Paint of quality beauty and with staying -power that endures longer! When you want these qualities in paint products — make sure and see the dealer whose sign reads . Martin- Senour. His experience and friendly advice backed by the highest quality products will assure you of complete satisfaction in your painting plans! 44-14 MARTIN-SENOUR. 1002 PURE PAINT -VARNISHES' ENAMELS Hawkins Hardware CLINTON, ONTARIO Phone 244 Robinsons BAYFIELD. Phone 681r6 ; ,_ _i