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The Clinton News Record, 1932-05-05, Page 3THURS., MAY 5, 1932 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD PAGE 3 THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Her}e They Will Sing Y Gay, Sometimes Sad and In Yo Their Songs—Sometimes — But Always Helpful s pis ing,, WHAT OF IT? ., You are beaten to earth! Well, what of that? , Come up with a smiling face. It is 'nothing against you tofall down flat, But to lie there—that's a, disgrace: Edmund C. Vance. YOUTH f God gives tis youth but once. Keep thou ' The childlike heart that will His ' kingdom be; The soul, pure -eyed that, wisdom -led, even now His blessed face shall see. --- }-- HURT NOT THE SPIRIT Hurt net the spirit of your friend , By the uncharitable thought; Though sired in secret it is caught In air and seeks its journey's end. Round all the world it cries through space Too quieted for mortal mind; Yet at some hour shall you not find It peering from. your comrade's face? —William Soutar, in the Glasgow Herald. RULES FOR THE ROAD Stand straight: Step firmly, throw your weight. The heaven is high above your head, The good, green road is faithful to your tread. Be strong: Sing to your heart a battle song. Though hidden foemen lie in wait, Something is in you that can smile at Fate. Press through: Nothing can harm if you are true, And when the night comes, rest; The earth is friendly as a mother's ,., breast. —Edwin Markham. AN IRISII TWILIGHT It was about the droop of day Upon Craigdrummoch isle, As I carie up the shingly way That I saw Mona smile. And all the gorse and all the whin Above Craigdrununoch shore Took on a sudden glamor in The light that shone before. And all the heather on the slopes That gave upon the glen, Grew brighter from the glowing hopes Within my heart just then. Though Mona said 'twas shut of eve. And day would soon be gone, I'd swear—,and still I do believe— It was the break of dawn! —Clinton Scollard in "Star Dust" LIGHT SIC I have missed the afternoons Of lazy Summer When each soft hour slipped Tragically magically into The placid lavender sunset bay I have yearned for the Fragrant sunny dryness tee the, pas. ture On the hill—where the blue berries Slipped willingly along the fingers Into the waiting pail To their own light imisic, And the sun slanted, Slanted as the afternoon Trailed across the pasture Towards the soft, sweet dusk. —Amy Huli in Poetry World. LONLINESS In this stili place beside the dream- ing lake, The candid daisy, listening, Looks up To where the whispering lily. leans. There sits the smiling pansy, the secret violet, And there the poppies drowse and nod, and wake to drowse again. The rose, with guarded heart, awaits her hout, The branches breathe of shelter and of care, A bird, rejoicing in security, Ivo - claims. Here is no jarring note,.friction, nor any strife,` But silken air and silent clouds. .A.' spirit hid:eth here, a gracious forma, Wath gentle lips, and brooding eyes, and quiet, folded hands . Men call her Loneliness; but ' I have named her Peace. --0'• N..MACL. TREES Those who would encourage cut- ting dawn trees might well read the Following little but pointed verse. It eel was written by Joyce 'Kilmer, who gave his life on the battlefields in Francs: I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against kite earth's sweet flowing breast.' A. tree that looks at God all day. And Iifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest; of robins- in her hair; T7pon, whose bosom snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. TO A DAISY Slight as' thou art, thou are enough to hide - Like allcreated things, secrets from rue, And stand a barrier' to eternity, And I, how can I praise thee well and wide. - From where I dwell—lupon the hither side Thou little veil far so great a mys- When shall I penetrate all things and thee, And then look (back? For this I must abide. Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurled Literally between me and the world, Then I shall drink from in be- neath a spring. And from a poet's side shall read his book. 0 daisy mine, what will it be to look From God's side eren of such a simple thiug ? --Alice Meynell. • "THE MAPLE TREE" In the 'whispering forest At deep of night, Wlhen the stars were merry, The noon was bright: When the winding rivers, Were wild and free As they merrily journeyed Along the sea; When the night winds played And the woods were asleep, God planted a maple For Canada's keep. When the maple had grown To a beautiful tree, And the rivers still rambled Away to the sea, In the hush of the forest .A. bird built its nest; In the heart of the maple Dear Canada's best. —Doreen Gilday. WHITE LILACS We think of our mothers, yours and mine So cheery and happy hearted, Past and present intertwine, 'Tis not as if we are parted. Sweetness of lilacs fills the air, Through the old church's open windows; • Children we are, and free from care,. Our own dear ones beside us. Mothers whose burdens were bravely borne, Lives, like the lilacs, for sweetness.; "The spirit of faithfulness, lighted with love," , Be our inheritance, and our re- membrance. —Mary McKay Scott in ?,fontreal Gazette. 130IL IT DOWN Whatever you have to say my friend, Whether witty, or grave or gay; Condense as much as ever you can And say in the readiest way. And whether you write of rural af- fairs Or particular things in ,town, Just take a word of friendly 8'lc vice, Boil it - down. For if you go spluttering over a page • When a couple of lines would do, Your butter is spread so much, you see, That the bread shines plainly through. • So when you have a story to tell And would like a little renown, To make quite Sure of your wish, my friend, Bail it down. . Wlhen writing an article for the press, Whether prose or verse,'just try To utter your thoughts in the fewest words, ' And let them be crisp and dry. And when it is finished and you sup- poee' Its done exactly' !brawn, Just look it overagain, and then Boil it down. For editors i i oz doaolike t to print An article lazily long; And the general readerdoes not care Fora couple of yards of a song. So gather your wits in the smallest spate, - If you'd win the author's crown; And every time you write, my friend, Boil it down. -A. 17 LAST INSTRUCTIONS When I ann dead, and ashee in your hand, - 0 In a mild Virginia meadow take yodr stand, e And pause a moment,' thinking sof the past, Those rare road -walking days that couldn't last. Think,' "This was her body that swung along with me,. The same road the,sarne violets, the very locust tree." Think, "God- she loved, and the wit- nesses of God - And in especial the Virginia sod. Here we walked together, the wind'. whirled As on the first bright morning of the world. hungry, tired, and tremblingly- in love, And something sang, I think a brown wled-dove." These thoughts ' will pass like sunk - Pause no more. I. shall be there as happy as before. I shall be there to watch you lurn aside, Remembering. Then fling the ashes wide. =Virginia Dare in The Montreal Star. FOR A MATERIALIST You say that the soul is forever commingled with matter, That it jives since the body lives and dies when that dies, That i•t feels and thinks with the flesh and perceives creation With the body's eyes. The two. are ]Unit, I ]mow, for the length of a lifetime; Bub tell me—have you not seen a spirit unfold Its beaufy and grow more vital, al- though the body Was faded and old? Whence this splendor apart, this efflorescence, This gaining in strength through the years that the soil can show If it depend sa wholly on forces re- ceding, On sap running low? The body may be assailed by the frost of winter And the spirit be steeped in the_ sun- niness of May, Why shall it not maintain when mat- ter atter has crumbled Its separate tvay? —.Adelaide Love in The Chicago Tribune. TIME NEW HOUSE Milk -white against the hills of pine Behind your aspens' shaking gold you wait for me, I fondly hold Your key and know that you are nine, And all your Iovely ghosts I see Of days and years that are to be. Grey twilights sweet with April rain, The August madness of the moon, October's clear autumnal croon, Decennibea• storm against your pane Must all enchant and mellow you, O house, as yet too proudly new. Ther must be laughter here and tears. There meat be victory and defeat, Sweet hours and hours of bitter- sweet, High raptures, loyalitics and fears . . All these must blend in you to give A soul to you and make you live. Music of children at your door And white brides glimmering down your stair, Girls with May blossomin their hair And dancing feet upon your floor, And lovers in the whispering night For you, the house of friendly light, There must bo fireside councils here, Partings and meetings, death and birth, Vigils of sorrow as of mirth , . . All these will make you year by year A hone for all who live in you, Dear house, as yet too proudly new, —L. M. •Montgomery, in The, ' :Chatelaine. CANADA M'A$ES MOST USE .OF TELEPHONE In Canada the telephone is used' to a greater extent than in any other country. During 1980 Canadians made 264.8 telephone conversations per capita, while the United States and New Zealand with ' 226.0 , and 208.8 were the only other countries with over 200 telephone conversa- tions per person. Denmark with 152.2 was the leader sof the European countries in conversations per gap- ita. Canadians make 8 times more use of their telephones than the British who reported 33.1 conversa- tions pe:' capita and over 13 times More than the French who mak( 20.3 calls .per capita. K�Nc,� NEws •>LNu.hClar� Some,°speakers have the knack of. stating the problem' in such a way as to make you think itis the eel- ution. It may not he gallant' to say so, but, really, when we see some pie - tures of prize 'beauties iii the papers, we ' cannot help thinking that they either got a raw deal .from the camera or 'they had some pull with the judges; • , " When a certain piece of advance information was published, Hon. Arthur afeighen told the Senate it was not a leak, but just,"adventur- ous prognostication" on the part of 1 the newspapers. Lord• -Curzon once called it "intelligent ,anticipation .of facts that have not yet occurred," Between 1919 and 1929 Canadian municipalities increased their bond- ed indebtedness by 'half a billion dollars. When) .pgosperity returns will we use it to reduce our debts, +or will be go on as before? There is a resemblance between Dr. Stephen Leacock and Will Rogers, and H the professor had never learned spelling and grammar, he would-be considered in the United States just as great a humorist as the cowboy actor. Probate of the will of Edgar Wal- lace, writer of detective stories,- re- veals that he 'was heavily in debt. Problem in literature exams: Quote one passage from each of four of his novels showing internal evidence that he was being pressed for payment. "Poverty is a dynamo," says Alma is na better than their bands. mar the gladness of a perfect day by putting 'op a mournful bray, "It' That bounty on wolves does nor, will not help them to lament," we appear .to apply to the one at the ua'y of fellows bruised and bent by door. dire misfortune's •savage blows,. "When ane is biffed upon the nose, - it does no geed to raise a- fuss• -ire• ought to smiled 1'1 Pay With Promises It is curious how many people e theme are, ineiuding a few. members a£ parliment, who believe that our financial position could be improved if the government would just set the printing press to work turning out bills, They could never have read what is engraved on those bills, viz: "The Dominion- of Canada, (or 'the Bank of—) will pay bearer on 'demand," or they would know that these pieces of paper are not money, I but merely promissory notes issued for, convenience of eirculation,, but secured by gold deposited at Ottawa, ; plus the credits and honor of the issuer. Any individual who believes there is no Limit to such issue can Itest it out in his own ease, by issuing his- awn promissory notes. He will Soon find that when the security be- hind them becomes precarious, he will have to issue them at a discount and eventully no one will accept them at all. If he thinks it is dif- ferent with nations, let him recall what happened to the unlimited. issue of German marks a few years ago and the issue of greenbacks in the T7nited -'.States after the Civil war. The issue of more currency by the goverment is only another' way to increase the national debt, and the first effect of it would he to re- duce the value of the Canadian dollar, as compared with its chief competitor, the American dollar. Gluck, The congregation will now jain in singing the gold hymn, "I'm Going Home to Dynamo." . Edgar:Wallade owned a string of race- horses and used to bet on the track, yet he died in debt. Can't understand it. So write thy business. letters that when thy summons comes to produce the file before the investigation com- missioner, thou come hot as a man afraid but sustained and soothed by an ,unfaltering trust that it contains no unnecessary chatter which a hostle lawyer may construe to thy confusion or distort to thy dismay. The Ancient Feed • The name of the enforcement of£i- icer who conducted a raid on New York speakeasies is given as Andrew Mc - Campbell. Where ion earth did he get the name? Was there ever a Campbell a Me? In the 'name of Mc- Donald of Glencoe and 'the Mc- Lean of Duart, we demand an an- swer. Radio programes cost the adver- tisers dver tisers a great deal of money, 'says a newspaper. No doubt. But surely he must derive some revenue by sub- letting, privileges to wailers and crooners, A cemetery sextion advertises that he has cut the price of grave -digging from $5 to 3,50. We intend to wait a while in the expectation of further reductions You can't place much reliance on some men these days, if their word. EASY OPTIMISM (By Walt Mason) It is so easy to be gay, when pleasant things all come your way! We have na aches in bones or thews and painless feet infest our shoes, and we have pies of every brand, that any monarch could demand, our purses are not lean and lank, we have a package in the bank, and so we blithely smile and sing and wave our hats like everything. We take great credit to ourselves for being joyous, cheery elves, we're spreading sunshine near and far, and look with scorn on those who'd aroun! ice us" It is •so easy to rejoice when there is no discordant voice reminding us of debts, we owe, of sickness ar of oth- er woe, when our employment wile endure, and our investments seem secure, when we have larders stored' with tripe, slid oeapons daily grow- ing rips. We've not much patience with the Iad' whose map is haggard' drawn and sad,' because .the sheriff closed him up and led away his cow• and pup. But when misfortune ,comes along, and we see everything go, wrong, when we must quit the idle rich, when we have gent -or barber's iteh, I fear cur smiles will loop the loops, and we will weep in mournful groups, while other fellows, free from care, reproach us for our bleak despair. "LITTLE ENGLAND" STOPOVERS The special hotels -included trips which the Canadian National Steam- ships have been operating to Ber- muda from Boston, Montreal acrid' Halifax are now .augmented by • a trip which offers a ten-day,, hotels - included sojourn in Barbados, known as "Little England." The Barbados. trip begins by embarkation at either Halifax or Boston. Passengers pro- ceed to the charming little West In- dies Island aboard either the Lady Nelson, Lady. Drake or Lady Haw- kins, and return by the same liner. MERITORIOUS CERTIFICATES FOR FIRST AID SERVICES Constable V. H. Palmer an • Gate- man R. Towers,of the Canadian Na- tional police at Winnipeg, have been awarded, through the Council of the St. Johns Ambulance Association, meritorious certificates for first aid services during the past twelve months. Presentation of the certif- icates was made recently. At the same time, presentation was made of the Scott -Jarvis trophy to a Canadian National Winnipeg team, runners-up for the Page Trophy, There were six teams from all over the Canadian National System which were entered for the trophy. leaVeseesese.apeoltftaceeeftlipaaeraitpaserenpeeeesefirraee• ' a i • gli An Advertisement Addressed to the Public of this Community When you hear of a manufacturer who spends $100,000 or more each year on advertising, you may feel like saying—"Ter- rible! What waste ! and it is we—the public --who have to pay for it all !" But stop! Before you make judgments; look at facts. Manufacturers who advertise spend from 2 to 5 per cent. of their sales on advertising. Let us put it at 3 par cent. of the price which you pay for thyit article for sale. So if you pay 25 cents for an advertised article, you are paying three-fourths of one cent to pay for making it known to and wanted by you. The price would not be less—indeed, it might easily be more—if the article had no money spent on it to make it known to and wanted by you. It is economy, so far as you are concerned, to have manu- facturers develop a huge demand for their product, by the agency of press advertising. You pay for the advertising, of course, but you pay a smaller price for the advertised article than would be necessary if the manufacturer's output were smaller! Advertised articles have to be better than non -advertised articles, and since they are made in larger quanities, they can be made and sold at least as cheaply as imitative non -advertised ar- ticles. If you are a thrifty and wise • buyer, you will buy the article made known to you by faithfully -maintained press advertising. The stranger product should be shunned. Be very friendly, therefore, to nationally -advertised products -'- foods, toilet aids, motor cars,,radao, sets, and all else---whichl are also locally advertised ---in this newspaper.