The Clinton News Record, 1932-02-18, Page 3THURS., FEB. 18, 1932
THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD
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KINGJENEWS
:oi HugiiCiar�
A returned missionary is authority
for the .statement, that ninety per
cent. of the Chinese population can-
not read or, write. They are there-
fore in as good a position as the
rest of us to 'decide what caused the
war. 11
Since winter carne on, the price of
milk " has been reduced in many
places. Now tell us that one about
the law oi? supply and ,demand.
.It is the person already in who"
discovers that the profession is
crowded and urges obstacles to pre-
• vent others 'barging in,
When news is scarce it is not dif,
ficult to secure publicity. One eil-
terprising clergyman achieved it re-
cently by railing against parliament
for sitting on Ash. Wednesday.
A railway president states that
railways are heavily handicapped in
their competition against' :tactor
buses. The handicap could be reduc-
ed by compelling motor buses to
carry certain classes of people free,
including relatives of the motorman.
And then again, why should they
not be obliged to assume a portion
of the banded indebtedness 'al hotels
that were built to attract railway
passenger traffic?
A. pen is no better than its point,
says an advertisement. Perhaps. But
we •sometimes think the one at the
post -office is,
Widen Marshal Foch was chief of
the allied armies on the western
front, he had frequent conferences
with his generals which were fre-
quently featured by disagreement
but when a 'decision was reached
by the marshal they all co-operated
to make it effective. Field Marshal
Ramsay ,MacDonald is testing out a
new scheme by allowing his gener-
als toacarry their disagreements from
the council to the !battlefield and to
expose the weakness of his measures
before the eyes 'of an eager but be-
wildered enemy. It may work out in
parliament, but it would be disas-
trous in warfare. Field Marshal
MacDonald's plea is the same as that
advanced by Admiral Byng -- it is
essential "to keep the fleet in being."
But that plea did not save Byng.
Latest from the eastern front
"Everything is lovely and the goose
Shanghai."
No one happens to know why
Japan and China are at war, so we
must conclude that one or ;both
Wanted to fight.
How 00145 have changed! Prob-
ably the most peaceful country in
'the world to -day is Irelaaid.'
Of course there is this to be said:
In the cultivation of ries there isnot
the same neeessity for plowshares
and pruning 'hooks,
The Canadian winter is really
changing, We .have climate now
whoa we used to have nothing but
weather.
War in the Orient is not the sort
of war that is agreeable tel news-
paper editors and reporters. Names
mentioned in dispatches are too hard
to spell and too confusing. Why be
bothered by place names Iike Tsit-
ehar and Khaharovsk and personal
names like Chang Kai Shek and Chin-
geno Honjo if, with the consent of
the League of Nations, a war can be
staged in some countries where
names are spellable and pronounce-
able? Napoleon was happy in his
own name, happy in the names of
his marshals--.Ney, _ Sault, Junot,
Bernadotte—happy, too, in the names
of battlefields—Jena, Wagram, Mar-
engo, Eylau, Austerlitz. The Boer
war was not bad either with its veldt
and kopjes, its spruits and fonteins,
its Roberts and Kitchener, its Botha
and De Wet.
But the best war of all was the
Crimean, with its Alma and Inker-
man, its Balaklaca and :Sebastopol,
its Malakoff and Redan, its Gaglan,
Canrobert and Nightingale. If • we
are bound td have war, why should
not the belligerents show some con-
sideration to 'newspaper editors -and
reporters as well as to radio an,
nouncers and arm -chair critics and
strategists?
Other nations threaten reprisals
against the British tariff; With-
drawal of eoneessiona for which no
.return has been given does not offer
legitimate ground, for reprisal. Na-
tions or individauls who strike the
first blow axe estopped from reprisal.
Lincoln's Life Story as Told by Himself
Friday last was Linooln's birthday
and while there have been many books
published about ,him, the following
little sketch, written by himself may
be interesting, It was written on the
request of his political friends in get-
ting out literature for the election of
1860 -:••—For simplicity it could hardly
be surpassed:
1 was born ,on February 12, 1809,
in Hardin County, Kentucky. My
parents were both born in Virginia
of undistinguished families, second
families, perhaps I should say. My
mother, who died in my 10th year,
was of a family of the name .of
Hanks, some of whom now reside in'
Adams and others in Macon Counties,
111
My paternal grandfather, A'br'aham
Lament, emigrated from Rockingham
Comity, Va., to Kentucky, about 1781,
or 1782, where a year or two later,
he was killed by Indians, not by bat,
tle, but by stealth, when he was lab-
oring to .open a farm in the forest.
His ancestors, who were Quakers,
went to Virginia from Berks, County,
Penn. An effort to identify 'them
with the New England family of the
seine name, ended in nothing more de-
finite than a similarity of Christian
names of both families, such as En-
och, Levi, Mordecai, Solomon, Ab-
raham and the like.
My father, at the death of his fath-
er, was but six years of age, and he
grew up literally without education,
He removed from Kentucky to what
is now ,Spencer County, .Ind., in my
eighth year. We reached our net'
hone about the time the state came
into the union. It was a wild region,
with many bear's and ,other wild ani-
mals still in the woods. There I grew
up.
There were some schools, so-called,
but no qualification was .ever requir-
ed of a teacher beyond remain', writin'
and cipherin' to the rule of three.
If a straggler, supposed to •rrnder-
stand Latin, happened to sojourn in
the neighborhood, lie was looked upon
as a wizard there was absolutely
nothing to excite ambition for educa-
tion, of course. When I came of age
I did not know much—still I could
read, write and cipher to the rule of
three, but thltt was al] I have not
been to 'school since --,the .Little ad-
vance I now have upon this store of
education I have picked up from
magesnetaamea
for shhig
Went
Cooks in 2jz mine. after the water boils
time to time under the pressure of '
necessity, I was raised to farm work,
whuch I continued until I was 22.
At 21 I ,came to Illinois and passed
the first year -in Illinois, Macon Coun-
ty. Then I got to New Salem, at that
time in agamor now in Mallard
County, where I r•enrainecl a year as
a sot of clerk in a store. Then
came the Black Hawk war and I was
elected captain of volunteers a suceee
which'gave memore pleasure than
any I have had since. I went into
the campaign, ran for,the Legislature
the same year (1832) and was beaten.
Only time T have ever bEen .beaten' Uv
the people. The next three succeeding
biennial elections I was rlleeted to the
Legislature. I' was not a candidate,
afterward..
During this legislation period Thad'
studied law and removed to Spring.
field to practice it. "In 1841 I was el
eeted to the lower house of Congress
—was not a candidate for re-election.
Prom 1849 to 1854, both inclusive, I
praetisec law now, more essiduously
been before—always a Whig in
politics, and 'generally on •the Whig.
electoral ticket, making active can
vasses. 1 was losing interest in pol-
itics ivlien the repeal of the Missouri
Compromise aroused me again. What
I have done since is pretty well known.
If any personal description • of me
is thought desirable, it niay be said I
am, in height six feet four inches,
nearly, lean in flesh, weighing on an
average 180 pounds, dark complexion,
with coarse black hair and gray eyes
—na other marks or brands recollect-
ed. Yours very truly,
—A. LINCOLN.
A PIague on Radio
Crooners
I'd rather hear
A lecture
On political economy '
Or perhaps a little talk
About the wonders of astronomy.
And further down
Upon the list
I'd listen to an oculist
Or some well-known
Philanthropist.
In fact, I would
Muth sooner
Do anything v
Than listen
To a so-ealIed
Radio crooner.
I'd rather hear
A jazz band
Accompanied by static,
Or -perhaps. a. ghostly play
Enacted in an attic,
And then sometimes
A little jest
Or music
Put on by request.
And later on
I think I'd choose
To listen to the daily news,
But not eternal
Songs of spooilers
As sung for us by
Radio crooners.
But some there are,
Or so 1 hear,
Who come from far,
And sometimes near,
Who listen
With attentive ear
To those sante
Radio crooners.
And so I have
Begun to fear
That perhaps I am
A trifle queer
That I can't bear
Upon the air
Tho voice
Of a radio sooner..
—Helen H. Watson in Toronto Globe.
EL -PREMIER C. E. DRURY ASKS
FOR AND RECEIVES BACK
PAY WHICH HIE HAD TURN
ED BACK INTO THE TREAS-
URY WHILE IN OFFICE
TORONTO, Feb. 12.—An astonish-
ed and somewhat amused Legislature
this 'afternoon wasinformed that
former Premier E. C. Drury, head of
the one-time Farmers' Government,
bad received a check from the Gov-
ernment for $8,825 in back pay. The
stem covered the total amounts with-
out interest which Mr. Drury, as head
of the "Economy Government" of
1919-23 voluntarily waived as his
contribution to the provincial treas-
ury, when he reduced his own salary.
Before the orders of the day were
called W. E. N. Sinclair, K.C., Liber-
aI House Ieader, called the attention
of the Government to the report in
an afternoon newspaper that the
check for back pay had already been
issued.
"I would like to ask whether the
check has been issued and, if so, was
the paymentmade at the request of
the recipient?" he said.
"In reply to my honorable friend
from South Ontario," answered Mr.
Henry. "The check has been issued
on the personal request of the forme
er prime minister, followed up by a
letter to myself. The Governinent`felt
that it was justified in paying the
amounts that had not been collected
by Mr. Drury While : he was primc
minister."
The incident was closed as far as
the Chamber was eoncerned, but was
the chief topic of conversation in
the lobbiesafter the brief session.,
THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED
TO -THE POETS
Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes
Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful
and 'Ins airing•
THE' .POET'S DAY
The poet's day is different from an
other,
Tho' he doth count' each man his gown
heart's brother.
So crystal-eiear••the air that he looks
through, .
It gives each solo; an inteaser hue;
Bach bush dath born, and every flow,
es flame;
•
The stars are shining; sileltce
breathes a name,
The world wherein he wanders,
dreams and sings
Thrills with the beating ,of invisible
• Wings; '
And all clay long he hears from 'hid-
den birds •
The low, melodious, pour of mimicked
words,
—Richard Watson Qilder, in "Coati-
pieta Poems."
•TH.E POTATO HARVEST
A high bare field, brown from the
plough, and borne • r
Aslant from sunset;' amber wastes
of sky
Washing the ridge; a clamour of
'crews that fly
In front the wide flats where the
spent tides mourn
To yon their rocking roosts in pine
Wind -torn,
A line of gray snake -fence that zig-
zags by
A pond and cattle from the home-
stead nigh •
The long deep summonings of the
supper horn.
Black on the ridge, against that lone-
ly flush,
A cart and stoop -necked oxen;
ranged beside ,
Some barrels; and the 'day worn
harvest folk,
Here emptying their baskets, jar the
hush
With hollow thunders. Down the
dusk hillside
Lumlbers the wain; and day fades
out like smoke.
--Charles G. D. Roberts. "Poems."
BEFORE 1 SLEEP
Before I sleep, 0 Lord, rid Thou my
mind
Of all the debris of a careless
day;
Before I sleep, pluck Thou, with fin-
gers kind,
The day's uncleanness from my soul
away. •
Before I sleep, 0 fiord, fill Thou tate
dark
With music of Thy presence; let
my soul
Be quieted and humbled; let it hark
All night to cleansing cadences
that roll.
Before I sleep, 0 Lord, bring Thou
the peace
That passeth
.there be
Within my soul,
cease,
The song of close companionship
with Thee.
—Verna Loveday Harden in The New
Outlook.
understanding; let
when .other voices
BECAUSE
Because a childish whisper said,
like you,"
And two small, eager hands hung
on to mine;
Because blue eyes looked up at me
half shyly,
And gazed and wailed with trust-
ful love ashine;
Because a little child, so true and
• guileless,
SSo innocent,
stain,
Came thus to me unsought for and
unbidden
„Because of this my heart has lost
its pain. -
And I shall face the future now with
courage, '
Because of this, and all the future
brings-- 1
The memory of those dear, sweet
words "I like you"
Bearing me up and on to higher
things. •
—Ernest H. A. Home.
"1
so free of spot or
HOW!"
"Trow can you live in Goshen?"
Said a friend from far--'
"This wretched &ountry town
Where folks talk little things all year,
And plant their cabbage by the/noon!
Saicl I: I
"I do not live in Goshen --
I eat here, sleep here, work here;
I live in Greene,
Where Plato taught,
And Phidies carved,
And E]pictetus wrote,
I dwell in Roane,
Where Michelangelo wrought
I color, form and mass;
Where Cicero penned immortal lines,
And Dante sang undying songs.
Think not my life is small.
Because you see a puny place:
I, have my books; I have my dream
A thousand souls have left for me
Enehantnrenth that transcends
Both time and place
And so I live in Paradise,'
Not here,"
-E.dg
Frank,
HAMISII.
A •Seotch Terrier
Little lad, little' lad, and.' who's for
an airing,
W1io's for the river and who's for a
tali;
E°our little pads to gla fitfully faring
Looking for trouble and calling it
fur?
Dowp in the sedges the water -rats
revel,
Ibp iri the wood there are bunnies at
play
With a' weather -eye wide for a Little
Black Devil;
But the Little Black Devil won't
come to -day.
To -day at the farm the clucks may
slumber,
To -day may' the tabbies an anthem
raise;
Rat and rabbit beyond all number
Tb -day untroubled, go their ways;
To -day is an end of the shepherd's
- labour,
No more will the sheep be hunted
astray;
And the Irish terrier, foe and neigh -
bout,
Says, "What's old Hamish about to-
day?"
Ay, what indeed, In the nether spaces
Will the soul of a Little Black ,Dog
despair ?
Will the Quiet Folk scare hint with
shadow -faces?
And how will he tackle the Strange
Beasts there?
Tail held 'high, I'll warrant, and
bristling,
Marching stoutly if sore afraid,
Padding it steadily, softly whistling;
That's how the Little Black Devil
was made.
Then well -a -day for a "cantle callent,"
A heart 'of gold and a soul of glee,—
Sportsman, gentleman, squire and gal-
lant, ta
—
Teacher, maybe, of you and are.
Spread the turf on him .light and
level,
Grave him a headstone clear and
true—,
"Here lies Hamish, the Little Black
Devil,
And halt of the heart of his mistress
too."
—C. Hilton Brown.
,TIIE ISLES OF GREECE
From Don Juan
The isles of Greece, the isles 'of
Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and
sung, •
Where grew the arts of war and
peace,--
Wtere Delos rose, and Phoebus
sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun is set.
The 'Seian apd the Teitan muse,
The :hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Have found the fame your shores re-
fuse:
- Their place of birth alone is mute
To sounds which echo further west
Than your sires' "Islands of the
Blest."
The mountains look on Marathon—
And Marathon looks on the sea;
Apd musing there an hour alone,
I dream'd that Greece might still
be free;
For standing 'on the Persians' grave,
I could not deem myself a slave.
A king sate on the rocky Frow
Which looks o'er sea -born Salamis;
And ships, by thousands, lay below,
And Wren in nations;—alI were his!
He counted them at break of day—
And when the suer set, where were
they?
And where are they? and where art
thou,
My country? On thy vaiceless shore
The heroic lay is tuneless now—
The heroic bosom beats no morel
And must thy lyre, so long divine,
Degenerate into hands like mine?
'Tis something, in the •dearth• 'of
fame,
Though link'd among a fetter'd
arca,
To.' feel at least a patriot's shame,
Even as,I sing, suffuse my face;
Por' what it left the poet itere?
For Greeks . a blush—for Greece a
tear.
Must we but weep o'er'• days snore
blest?
lVlust we but Mush? --Our fathers play; •
bled.
Earth! render back from .out thy
breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
01 the three hundred grant but three,
To make. a now Thexlno lac!.
Y
p
Wlhat, silent still?_ and silent' all?
Ab! no;—the v,oices of the dead "
Sound like as distant torrent's fall,
And answer, "Let lone Hying head,
But one arise,- -we come, we ,comet"
'Tis ,but the living -who are dtunb: •
In vain -.in vain: strike other chords!
Fill high the cup with Samian wine.
Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the Ibood of Scio's vine!
Hark! rising to the ignoble call
Flow answers each bold Bacchanal!
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet;
• Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx
gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave—
'Plunk ye he meant. them for a slave?,
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
We. will not think of themes like
these!
It made A,nacreon's song divine;
FIe served—.but served Polycrates—
A tyrant; but our masters then
Were still, at least,. our countrymen.
The tyrant of the Chersonese
Was freedom's best and bravest
friend;
That tyrant was Miltiadesl
Oh! that the p}'esent .hour would
lend
Another despot of the kind!
Suck' chains as his were sure tobind.
Fill high the bowl with Samian wined
On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore,
Exists the remnant of a line
Such as the Doric mothers bore;
And there, perhaps, some seed is
sown,
The Heracleidan blood night own.
Trust not for freedom to the Franks—
They have a king who buys and
sells;
In native swords and native ranks,
The only hope of courage dwells:
But Turkish force, and Latin fraud,
Would break your shield, however
broad.
Fill high the bowl with• Samian wine!
Our virgins dance beneath the
shade --I
I see their glorious black eyes shine;
But gazing on each glowing maid,
My own the burning tear -drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle
slaves.
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing, save the waves and
1,
May hear our mutual murmurs
sweep;
There, swan -like, let tie sing and
die:
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine—
Dash down yon cup of Saurian wine!
—.Load Byron.
THE END OF THE PLAY
The play is done;'the curtain chaps,
Slow falling to the prompter's bell:
A moment yet the actor stops,
And looks around, to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task;
And, when he's laughed and said
his say,
•He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face that's anything but gay.
One word, ere yet the evening ends,
Let's close it with a parting rhyme,
And pledge a hand to all young
friends,
As dts the merry Christmas time.
On life's wide scene you, too, have
parts,
That fate erelong shall bid you
1 Goad night! with -holiest gentle,hesrts,
A kindly greeting go alway! '
Good night—rd say, the griefs, the•
joya,
Just hinted in this mimic page,
The triumphs• and defeats of boys,
Are but repeated in our age.
I'd say, your woes were not less keen,
Your hopes more vain, than those'
of men;
Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen
At forty-five played o'er again,
I'd say, we suffer and we strive, '
Not less nor more as men than.
boys;
With grizzled boards at forty-five,
As east at twelve in corduroys.
And': if, in titre- of sacred youth,
We learned at hone to love and'
,Pray, ,
Pray Heaven that early Love and'
Truth
May nevelt wholly pass away.:
And in the world, as in the school,
I'd say, how' fate may ehanga and
shift;
The prize be sometimes with the fool,
The race not always to the swift.
Tha•strong may yield, the good tray
tail,
The great man be a vulgar clown,.
The knave.be lifted over all,
The kind cast pitilessly down.
Who knows the inscrutable design?
Blessed be He who took -and gayer
Why' should your mother, Charles,
not mine, •
Be weeping at her darling's grave?'
We bow to Heaven that will'd it so,
That darkly rules the fate of all,
That sends the respite or the blow,
That's free to give, or to recall.
Thus crown his feast with wine and
wit:
Who brought him to that mirth and.
state?
His betters, see, below .him. sit,
'Or hunger •hopeless at the gate.
Who bade the mud from Dives' wheel
To spurn the rags 0f Lazarus?
Come, brother, in that dust we'll
kneel,
Confessing Heaven that ruled it
thus.
So each shall mourn, in life's advance,
Dear, hopes, dear friends, untimely.
Trilled;
Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance
And longing :passion unfulfilled.
Amen! whatever fate be sent,
Pray God the heart may kindly
glow,
Although the head with cares be bent,
And whitened with the winter
.snow.
Come wealth or want, conte good er
Let young and old accept their part,
And bow before the Awful Will,
And bear it with an honest heart,.
Who misses or who wins the prize.
Go, ]rose or conquer as you can;
But if you fail, or if you rise,
Be each, pray God, a gentleman -
A gentleman, •ar old or young!
(Bear kindly with my humble lays);
The sacred chorus first was sung
Upen the first of Christmas days:
The shepherds heard it overhead --
The joyful angels raised it then:
Glory to heaven on high, it said,
And peace on earth to gentle men!
My song, save this, is little worth;
I lay the weary pert aside,
And wish you health and love, and
mirth,
As fits the holy Christmas birth,
Be this, goad friends, our carol'
still—
Be peace on earth, be peace on earth,•
To men of gentle will.
—William llaltepeace Thaelceray,.
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