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The Clinton News Record, 1938-12-22, Page 3THURS., DEC. 22, 1938 WHAT CLINTON WAS DOING IN THE GAY NINETIES DO You Remember What Happened During The Last Decade Of The •Old Century? THE CLINT,ON NEW ERA DECEMBER 23, 1898 District Master Bullard, of Win- throp, installed the following officers for Clinton Longe, No. 710, for next Year: W.M., J. P. Shepherd: D. M. Thos. Beacom; R.S. , P. Cantelon; S, W. G. Smith; Treas., D. Cantelon D. of C., W. Ford; Lecturer, John Ford; Com, E. Robinson, D. Cook, jr; John Henry and T. Murphy. We understand that J. B. Hamblin int,ends to make Several changes in the telephone office here by running The call board, etc. to the rear of the shop and fitting up a separate room therefor. It is also the intent- ion of the company to institute an all-night service at an early date. Among those who drop out of mun- icipal life this year are Mayor Holmes and Reeve Kennedy, the former has had five years, and the latter eleven years' service, and it is not saying too much to nate that they have been faithful. Among the names mentioned as possible candi- dates for the Mayorality are Dr. Shaw, D. A. Forrester and W. C. Searle, While the only names mention- ed so far for councillors are Messrs. Plummer, Jones, Ford, Bowers, Mc- Kenzie, Doherty, Taylor and Wiltse. A couple of weeks since the wife of Dr. hTewton, of Lucknow, who Was taking medicine, accidentally got hold of a wrong bottle. She discover- ed the mistake at once, and since it •was a poisonous mixture, she has been receiving treatment since. The doctor was for some time a popular resident of Clinton, being assistant with Dr. Bruce, and her many friends will be pleased to learn theit she is improving rapidly. Mrs. Biggin, of Ontario St. died at her residence here ort Wednesday morning after a short illness. She was a native of rreIand, and lived in Hullet for almost live years; since then she has been a resident of town. She leaves a family a two sons and two, daughters, Miss Biggin, •Clinton; Mrs. W. J. Miller, Thos Biggin and John Biggin, Hallett. Dr. Agnew will today move his dental office across the street to the rooms next II. Foster's protograph studio. Jacob Taylor undertook to drive to Blyth on Tuesday, but found the roads so bad he had to turn round and go by train. Ninety-three reserved seat tickets were sold in OM hour At Jackson Bros. for the People's Star Course. Some years ago David Erwin was a resident of Clinton, subsequently moving to Belgrave and then to Mason, Mich. Those who remember him will be sorry to learn that his wife is in very delicate health. A. few days since David Higgins, brother of Mrs Job Cooper, who has been employed hi, Toronto for some time, had the misfortune to fall int>) a large vat of boiling water. He suffered such serious scalds that he died in hospital. He was a native of Clinton, aged about 33 years. The Bowers Bros. have completed the paper hanging and redecorated the Commerial Hotel. Landord Mc- Caughey is well pleased with the work. Hallett—Willis, son of D. Hoggart, had the misfortune a few days ago to have caught his hand in the cutt- ing box. His left forefinger had to be amputated. A similar accident befell Cecil Farquhar„ son of Geo. Farquhar, His left hand was badly mangled and he will lose the first finger, and part of the second and third. HOLMESVILLE - George Evans on Top is the heading in the Daily papers on the Pharmacy examination results. This is a record to be proud of. Invit- ations 'are out for the wedding of . Miss F. Pickard to Mr. W. J. McRoberts of Belmont, formerly of this place. The wedding will take place on December 28th. - -Mr. Robert Elliot intends running for reeve and aecording to general opinion he will be elected. Ion to No. 2 Colborne, Henderson For- rest to Summerhill.. Mr. T. T. 'Murnhy, wha , has been a patient in the hospital for some weeks expects to eat his ,Christmas dinner at home with his family tomorrow. , Mr. C. H. Holland, who fills the .role of chaplain at the House of Refuge, on. Friday evening last ar- ranged an entertainment for the , inmates on Thursday evening. A programme and treats were enjoyed by them. Mrs (Dr.) MacCulltun of Kingston arrived on Monday to spend a few weeks at the parental home in town that of Mr. and Mrs. John Wiseman. Mr. Harry Morrish arrived Mon- day from his homestead at Oxbow, Sask. after an absence of nine years and is visiting his mother, Mrs.. W. Robb, his brother, Mr. A. J. Morrish, and numercruS old-time friends. He purposes remaining for several weeks. Mr. James Gannett, who formerly lived just north of Clinton on the Base Line, was in town several days of the past week. He has been down in Kent since last spring. Mr. Gan- nett will spend the winter with his mother at Blusvale. Mr. Chas Howson, who has been representing the governments of the western proviaces in the United States for some months past, is spending a few days with his mother Miss May Rance, who has been in the west sinee midsummer, has come east for the Christnrastide and is in Toronto for a few days before com- ing to Clinton. Mr. L. J. WaSman, who has been teaching at Brodhagen the past term is home for the holidays. Mr. Broder McTaggart returned Saturday from 1VreGill University. Montreal, and George McTaggart from St. Andrews College, Toronto. -Mrs. J. E. Hovey and Billly are at at the lady's parental home. Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Harnwell and Mr. and Mrs. J. T. Reid and family arrived on Friday night from their homesteads at Krupp, Sask. and next morning went on to the old homes at Varna. They do not intend re- arming to the Prairies again until March. When The Present Century Was Young THE CLINTON NEWS RECORD DECEMBER 25, 1913 Messrs. R. and W. Gratham, for- merly of Clinton and sons of Mrs, Wm. Stanley of Holemsville, who re- cently went out to homestead in Alta. locating at Hanna, met with a serious loss a couple of weeks ago when their shack together with all it contained 'was burned to. the ground. The following are among the mem- bers of the Clinton Model School class who have secured schools for the earning term: Miss Jean Wiley goes to No. 1 Stanley, Miss Elizabeth Ford to Corinth in Eaghi county, Manley Shipley to North Hay, Harold Cante• THE CLINTON NEW ERA DECEMBER 25, 1913 The 1.esu1ts of the Model School examinations were made known on the 19. All were successful at tills centre except one who receives a district certificate valid for two years. Rev. C. E. Jeakins preached his farewell sermons on Sunday last.. About 140 partook of the Holy Com- munion, there having been an early Celebration and also after Morning Service. After the service in the even- ing a presentation was made of an illuminated address. Mr. J. Ilansford made the presentation on behalf of the congregation. The wardens on be- half of the congregation, presented a purse of about $80. Mr. Ross Forbes, student at Strat- ferd Normal, is here for the vacation. He expects to play with the Stratford Junior Hockey Club this season. Miss Edna Cooper, teacher at the Wingharn High School is spending her Christmas vacation at her home here. Mr. Karl Wilkin, of Lucknow, spent Sunday with his, father. He sang at the evening service in Willis Church. Mr. David Churchill is moving into his new brick house in Goderich township this week. The house is two storeys high with two large veran- dahs. Thomas McKenzie did the carpenter work and Arthur Cantelon laid the concrete blocks. Ed Cook is doing the painting. Mr. John Woon of Goderich town- ship, only son of Mrs. John Woon and Miss 'Pearl Farquar, only daugh- ter of Mr. and Mrs. George Farquar were quietly married in Clinton on Thursday. The stage route from Brucefield to Hayfield hs lately been let to Wm. Elliott of Brucefield for 4 years at the sum of $700 per year. The stage will not run to Seaforth as formerly. Mr. Copeland of Bayfield,, who has had it for some years, was a good stage Iriver. Rev. Jerrald C. Potts, curate at Grace Church, Brantford, has an - /lammed his decision to accept the offer of the rectorship of St. Paul's, Clinton, in succession to Rev. C. E. Jeakins who goes to Brantford. The Oakville Record is now in its seventh year. W. J. Fleuty, a former Huron Old Boy is at the helm. "Would you be younger than your years, Then let your laughter drown your tears, The use of creams and powder -puff To keep you prang is not enough" —Mrs. C. Fanshawe Swete. • LADY WILLISON Lady Willison, widow of Sir John Willison, distinguished C a na dian journalist, died on Thursday after- noon from a heart attack at her resi- dence in Toronto. She had been ill for three weeks. Marjory Jardine Ramsay Mac- Murchy Willison was born in Toron- to the daughter of the late Archibald MaemurellY, LL.D., and Marjory Jardine Ramsay MaeMurchy. She re- ceived her education at Jarvis Col- legiate and the University of Tor- onto. In 1926 she married Sir John William, eminent Canadian editor and journalist, as his second wife. Lady Willison won recognition not only as an author of books, and as a contributor to numerous periodicals but she was gifted as a book re- viewer. She had the distinction of being a special syndicate writer at the Coronation of King George V in 1911. She was a regular contributor to Saturday Night, and for tnanY years was a writer for the former Mail and Empire. She had held many important positions among press women throughout the dominion and was a Past President of the Canad- ian Women's Press Club, Lady Will- ison was a Conservative in politics and an Anglican in religion. Surviving are two sisters: Dr. Helen MaciVlurchy, C.B.E., and Miss Bessie Mackfurchy, and two sisters- in-law, Mrs. Angus MacMurchy and Mrs. Dugald M'acMurehy, all of Tor- onto. Bad Drivers Shown up in New Safety Movies Series Of Shorts Soon To Be Released In Highways Safety Drive If you are a sloppy or "smart- Alecle driver, a day -dreaming jay walker, a non -believer in traffic and highway signs, or an erratic bicycl- ist, you are now in the movies— or at least your prototype is. Hon. T. B. McQuesten, Ontario's minister of highways, today announc- ed that a series of moving picture "shorts" demonstrating the good and bad in motoring, cycling and walk- ing will soon be released. There will be six films in the series: "Tay Walkers," Signs and Passwords," "Tomorrow's Rulers," "Right or Wrong?" "Holiday Driv- ers," and "Beware the Bikes". The two -minute films will be shown in every one of Ontario's 225 movie theatres over a period of six months. According to Mr. McQues- ten ,the first picture M the series, "Jay Walkers", will be released thi week and during December will ap- pear' in nearly every moving picture house throughout the province. Said Mr. McQuesten: "We have not tried to make these films into the proverbial Istupendous, colossal, gigantic, super -extra' productions of Hollywood fame. We have just tried to show how the ordinary, every- day mistakes of drivers and pedest- rians create accident hazards and of- ten result in injuries and death. The films demonstrate the common, simple rules of safe driving and safe walking; how keeping. them keeps people safe( and healthy and how breaking them lands careless people in a hospital and sometimes in a morgue." Mr. McQuesten praised Ontario's theatre managers for cooperating with the department of highways in its safety campaign. "Live and healthy motorists and pedestrians are the only ones who oan geeto movies," he remarked. "In- jured and dead people are mighty poor movie theatre patrons.;.! Provincial police officers, the high- ways' minister stated, were used throughout the filming of the shorts to drive the automobiles which par- ticipated in the staged episodes of good and bad highway conduct illust- rated in the films. This was done, he commented, because no one knows better how to drive a car badly than a motorcycle officer, .since he saes it happen dozens of times every day. Highway officers, Mr. McQuesten pointed' out, are stationed on the roads not to trap, unwary motorists, but to make the highways safe. The officer that has the fewest accidents on his "beat," he\ said, is far more important to •theprovince than the officers who_ cam hand out 'the most "tickets." When the filnts have been shown in all Ontario theatres, it was stated, they will be availible for use for schools, 'serviee clubs and other in- terelsted organizations. • BE C4I.3!TON' N WS -RECO Heat Drives New Engine In a garden shed in the little Buck- inghernshire village Land End, an engine that ("runs on nothing" has been invented. • • For 30 years the inventor, Alfred Carr, has been working in a lean-to shed attached to his tiny bungalow in the Chiltern Hills, perfecting this machine. As a young man, he witched work- men building an iron fence between brick walls outside a village factory. During the following summer, he saw one of the walls collapse before the irresistable pressure of the expand- ing metal. The power of the expanding iron impressed him. He pondered over it for many, days. "If one could get several different metals all expanding and contracting to work one against the other a ter- rific power could be created" he told himself. "Couldn't that be 'used, in some way"? In the small gloomy shed against his fruit and winter onions, the writer saw the answer to this ques- tion. The machine is no bigger than a typewriter. It consists of a central cylinder, with three pistons, one -in- side the other, and two flywheels one on each side. It is mounted on a pedestal about three feet high, with a little door at the base. ' "There are metals inside and there are some rather delicate adjustments of parts there," Carr said. "rye been compelled to work to- as little as a ten -thousandth of an inch." He lighted a blow -lamp and put the flame inside the door. About four minutes and the pistons began to move slowly. As the engine gath- ered speed he took the blow -lamp away.' The tiny engine kept on running with no sound of explosion, no steam or fume, just the rhythmic click of the moving parts. "Heat circulates at the bottom and cold water at the top," he expjained. "between the heat and the cold are metals, expanding and contracting. There you have the principle. The use of it is my secret." Asked how long the engine would run if well warmed up, Carr replied: "I've had it running for as long as four days, I warmed it upon a Sat- urday morning and without being heated again it ran until the follow- ing Tuesday. IN THE SHOP AT NAZARETH In the shop at Nazareth Pungent cedar haunts the breath. 'Tis a low Eastern' room, Windowless, touched with gloom. Workman's bench and simple tools Line the walls. Chests and tools, Yoke of ox, and shaft of plow, Finished by the Carpenter Lie about the pavement now. In the room the Craftsman stands, Stands and reaches out His hands, Let the shadows veil His fact If you must, and dimly trace His workman's tunic, girt with bands At His waist. But His hanai--- Let the fight play on them; Marks of toil lay on them. Paint with passion and with care Every old scar showing there Where a tool slipped and hurt; Show each callous; be alert For each deep line of toil. Show the soil Of the pitch; and the strength Grip of helve gives at length. When night comes, and I turn From my shop where I earn Daily bread, let me see Those hard hands; know that He Shared my lot, every bit; Was a man, every white. Could I fear sueh a hand Stretched toward me? Misunderstand Or mistrust? Doubt that He Meets me full in aympathy? Carpenter! Hard like Thine Is this hand—this of mine; I reach out, gripping Thee, Son of Man, close to me, Close and fast, fearlessly! —By Arthur Peirce Vaughn. HAD ACT EXPIRES After about four years in complete operation, throughout the Dominion, the ill-starred Farmers' Creditors' Ar- langement Act, a part of the Bennett Government's reform program, will expire in Ontario, Quebec and the Maritime Provinces at the end of this year. In British Columbia and Manitoba the act .will remain in force until June 30, 1939, while no date was fix- ed for termination in Saskatchewan and Alberta. Provision was made in amendments passed at the last session to discontinue the act in the provinces named. Up to date there have been mare than 40,000 applications for relief un- der the act, in,volvMg 245,000,000 of farm debt which was reduced by about 890,000,000 at the expense, in many cases of creditors who could ill afford to lose the money. ' Two lovere walking 'down the street; Slte trips. He mums* "Careful - sweet." Now wed, they tread that selfsame street; She trips. He growls, "Pick up your feet." Christmas, Awakeviing !Catherine Edeirnan Chri5imav Illableiteppome rita$1 ITH• Christmas drawing • near', why can't we get together and make plans—"Robert Dutton read no further. With calm deliberation, he put. the heavily scrawled letter back into it envelope. . "Always the impractical Hal," he said slowly. •"No wonder he never gets anywhere." A list of appointments waited up- on his deals .Visits from two of the most important men in town; a delegatibn about a right-of-way through a tract of land he had just purchased; a reminder of a talk he had promised to make at a lunch- eon. Important things, he thought, things Hal would never be called upon to do. Hastily he went through his mail. A square envelope in a familiar hand caught his eye. He opened it a little curiously. What Could Miss Denby be writing him about? His long fingers drew out an artistic Christmas card. A conservative wish and an old Christmas carol printed in English letters. That was all, except the signature, "Eleanor Denby." A flush stained his face, an un- definable something sent the blood singing through his veins. "Elea- nor," he said softly; "a beautiful name; how queer that I never heard It before." Then, as if resenting his weak- ness and sentiment, he dug into his mail again. But try as he would, he could not concentrate on the things that had meant anything to him before. Something had happened to Robert Dutton; a Christmas greeting from a secre- tary whom he had scarcely noticed left him visibly unsettled. Christmas memories surged through his heart. He was back in the old home again. Everybody was rushing around in circles. He saw the big tree in the corner of the parlor; the kitchen table piled high with good things to eat. And Moth- er and Dad, with happiness beam- ing upon their faces. He picked up Hal's letter again. After all, maybe his kid brother wasn't so crazy? The thought was pushing through his mind that may- be it was he who lacked real sense, This time he read the letter in a "We're Going to Forget Business for Today," He Said. different mood. "Let's give Dad and Mother the surprise of their lives. Let's go down and make -one grand Christmas for them. You can turn everything over to someone else for a week—anyone can handle things like that—there's nothing personal or precious about them." "Nothing personal or precious about them!" He turned the words over in his mind. Hal was right, Someone else could,handle the things that had seemeso terribly important. 'A few hours of confu- sion, perhaps; then things would go on as before. The world would for- get him in a day. HM fingers reached for the pen upon his desk. "Dear Hal," he began, "I heartily agree with your proposal that we get together and make plans to give Dad and Mother the biggest surprise and the grand- est Christmas ever—" He was smil- ing broadly, alinost laughing aloud, as he finished the letter with a flourish. Five minutes later Miss Denby entered his private office to find a new Robert Dutton, She almost dropped her book in surprise at the expression upon his face, and the new way in which he greeted her. "I'm ready to begin, Mr. Dut- ton," she began nervously, when he made no motion to start the routine of the day. "We're going to forget business for today; Miss Denby, and go Christmas shopping, that is, if you want to help me out." He fumbled with his tie as, he spoke, noticing for the first time the soft curving of her white neck, "Your Christ- mas card," he went on, "wrought some miracle. I've found out that business and making rnoney aren't everything in life. They're both fine in their way, but there are other things, too; precious things that I've been overlooking." He came closer to her sideand looked hard into her eyes. "For instance, going shop- ping with a good-looking and ador- able secretary." by etsncitEletilert PILLIN HE first 'Christmas in our new home," .Janice Wray' announced joyously as she stepped across the threshold of Stewart's and her new home. "Christmas' in our new home," Stewart echoed, switching on the light. "Oh, isn't it just grand!" ex- claimed Janice. "I'll say it is—but slow up—slow up, Jenny! I've got about all my arms will hold, without taking you aboard," Stewart 'warned her as Janice attempted to throw her arms about him. "Oh, keep quiet! You're just as excited as I am—so why pretend'?" Janice answered with a toss 'of her head. Stewart put his packages down and then with his arms around her he assured her, "You bet I am, Hon- ey. I think it is wonderful! 5 t u- pendous ! "And just because they were so happy, they both laughed. "Come on—let's get busy with the tree,"Stewart sug- gested. "Righto!" agreed Janice, "just as soon as I change my dress." The tree must be neither to large nor too small. Some time had been consumed de- ciding just the proper size for a Christmas tree for two. They were to be alone this Christmas—the first Christmas in their new home; there was no doubt about that, for they had definitely decided that when they purchased the house. And now here they were ready to trim the mach - discussed tree. "Isn't that star lovely?" Janice said as Stewart placed it at the top of the tree. "Yes. But I thought you had planned on something else," Stew- art replied. "I changed my mind," was all Janice said. She didn't tellhim she couldn't think of a Christmas tree without it star at the top. They al- ways had one on the tree "at home." "Thought you weren't going to get any red balls," she reminded Stew- art. "I changed my mind." Both laughed at Stewart's echo of Jan - ice's answer of a moment before. "Mother would love this silver ball," Janice hung the ball where it caught the most light. "Wouldn't Bess love this blue ball!" Stewart picked up the large blue globe. "Our dads would enjoy that open fire= -and Bill those spruce boughs over the mantel"—Bill, the older brother of Stewart, loved anything from the woods. And so each thing reminded them of someone's fondness for it, or of some of the happy times of former holidays. "Well, I guess that's all for now," Stewart said when the decoration of the tree was fin- ished and he and Janice stood ad- miring it. Janice made no reply to her husband's re- mark at first. "All but the pres- ents," she said hesitatingly. "Oh, we can put those out later," Stewart suggested. "But I mean the ones for the family," she ex- plained. "Didn't you distribute those to- day?" Stewart asked in surprise. "I thought it would be inore fun to take them (together." "Stewart stopped and kissed her. "I think so, too, honey—so let's go." "Wait until I get my hat and coat." "And I'll bring the car up to the door." When Stewart returned to the room Janice was placing packages under the tree. "Janice, doesn't it seem to you there is something wrong with the tree?" Stewart asked suddenly. "No." Janice walked all around the tree, looking at it critically. "No," she said the second time— then suddenly—"Yes, Stewart, there is something wrong — something missing—the loving sharing of dec- orating the tree. Our families would so have enjoyed it. We trimmed it just for ourselves. It does seem self- ish." Then after a moment's silence she cried: "I have it! Suppose we leave the presents here and invite our families here for a good old-fash- ioned Christmas eve celebration. What do you say?" "I say—great! Here goes," and Stewart hurried toward the tele- phone. • PAGE S u,20' Afr idAtfiaen' Viaterniali ' Snt*,*tit, ett.t.4 i MMARY and John had quor- reled—just before Christ- mas, too. The Christanae. randy had burned, and then, in the" excitement, each had blamed tau: ether, making creel retorts, untir, Mary fled to her bedroona iri team. and John stalked off in the snotenS night. The Christmas candle beamed a welcome froln the window as, John started around the block again. Hit. was cold, and sorry, bat he mustn't go in too soon. The tree, the holly, their little - girl asleep in her criband dream- ing of Santa Claus—all were a mock- ery. Mary went into the living room., and snapped on the radio, looking; for a jazz band and forgetfulness. Instead there came the strains of • "Silent Night"—"peace on earth, good will. to men,"—"God, bless us,, every one"—"may nothing you ails - may." Wasn't there anything on ex- cept Christmas prograras'e A clielm brought back the silence. She opened the front doe tt Next-. time she would ask John to come in. Tell him .she was sorry. Now! that she stopped to think, she knew' that he was sorry, too. Why let ea. few excited words that neither of.' them meant spoil their Christmas?' But John did not come. It was: too cold to stand at the door any. longer, but she sat at the windows. with the curtain drawn aside, watch- ing for him. An hour went by. When at last she saw him corn- ing the relief 'almost choked her. He' was striding rapidly, carrying some- thing in his arms. She opened the' door for him and he handed his burden to her. "Here, Mary, hold him. Careful,. now. His leg's hurt. I'll get a be= and we'll fix a bed:" Mary looked down at the warns bundle, It was a furry puppy. One leg was in splints. The puppy whim- pered a little and licked her hand. "But, John, where did you get. him?" "Accident. Over on Linden. Fell. out of it passing car. I took him to. a vet and had him fixed up. Thought. he'd make a cute pet for Alice—"' He stopped his work and straight- ened up. "I'm awfully sorry, Mary. I was a fool," "It was my fault, John," Their eyes met in perfect understanding. How silly to quarrel. The silence' was a more impressive reconcilia- tion than words. Mary broke it nervously, for fear she would cry again. "There are some clean rags.. in that drawer. And we ought to, got him something to eat. He can, have this old bowl for his dish." She. worked with one hand, cuddling the. puppy. "Won't Alice be surprised?" And what shall we name him?" "Ought to have some connectiors with Christmas eve, don't you' think, How about Scrooge, or Mar-. low?" 1(011, no!" "Good King Wenceslaus?" "Such names for a poor innocent puppy! Maybe we had better see what Alice wants to call him in the morning." She put the puppy down with it saucer of warm milk. John came and put his arm around her,. and they stood close together watch- ing their pet lap greedily, "We ought to call him Peacemak- er, honey," said John. "If it hadn'u been for him, I might have still been out there in the snow." "Oh, John!" She held him close. "Weren't we silly? I was so worried when you didn't come. If anything, had happened to you I could never' have forgiven myself," "Felt pretty rotten myself. Not my idea of the best way to spend! Chrikmas eve." "Of course! I forgot! We have - so much left to do! The tree, and? Alice's doll must be unpacked, anct her stocking filled. What time is, He looked at his watch. "Almost midnight." "Not really!" • He nodded, and put his watch on the table, "Here, pooch," he said, ';it's bedtime for you." He lifted the puppy into its bed, and turned: back to his wife. "And as for you,. milady," he said, "in about ten sec- onds I want it kiss for Christmas, and then we're going to pitch in to- gether and clean up this mess, and, trim the tree, and maybe even, chance another batch of candy. OK?'1 When, it's time, darling, to say Mer- ry, Merry Christmas." s eau, >181111.111mimmommom%Ca.INIIIIIIIII