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CANAi IANWATI i ,TIC M AI �YAI� TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich "Going East, depart 7.03. ia.m. Going East, depart 3.00 p.m, cGoing West,. depart 11.55 "a.no. 'Going West, depart 10.08 p.m, London, Huron & Bruce •Going North, ar. 11.34. Ive. 11.54 a.m. Going 'South 3.08 p.m. Tilt CLINTON NEWS -RECORD. SYNOPSIS Young, ambitious a n d efficient Donald Fisk, of .New York, engineer and key field man for a small oil 1 corporation, is ,sent into' - the desert heat of E1 Centro, S.A., to bring in paying wells in a very promising :field. He takeS his voting wife, Glor- ie, with hint and together they endure the -soul -trying heat and dust in the blazing desert. Against great' odds, the drilling has progressed until Fisk is certain that oil will bestruck, so he ;hakes steamer reservations• to take them .home and away from the hard ships his young rife has endured so bravely. Gloria is beside herself.with joy and days too soon starts to pack luggage. The valley was as dry as powder and as hot as the tip of, a stove. It lay between barrel hills, the naked summits of which were blackened, doubtless by volcanic fires, although one could easily imagine that . the ceaseless rays of the vertical sun had burned then, brittle. The sandy plain separating the two ranges was cov- ered with desert vegetation — queer misshapen grows e, most of which were blunt and limbless. Some of the trees were mere stubs, others were shaped like gallows, still oth- ers bore clumsy limbs ref a sort anti a sparse covering 'of tiny leaves out; of all proportion to the size of the' trunks against which they clung. • . borne`' on every breeze,,. dust kicked food, one's clothing; one's eyes,,and ears asicl lung's; ever-present • dust from which there was no escape. In- sects, fevers almost anything was better than the maddening monotony of these rainless days during Which nailing, absolutely nothing, happen- ed to divert one's thoughts 'from one's misery. Thome were still ether oil countries, of coarse, where one could live in actual comfort,. where one could . meet white peopleend 'spoak. English maul hear running 'rater and see green grass— Green gross! Cool waters! Mrs. Fisk with a languid sigh went to the open window, parted the dusty curtains, and peered out. The glare was blinding, heat waves caused the distant derricks to dance and to Wav- er; There was a .dryness in the air that caused her throat to contract so that, i t seemed h e r breath came through a suffocating smother and to rustle when she swallowed. It was a wretched ,street —a roadway almost incandescent at this hour of the day—and it ran through a sprawling village of flimsy, unpainted houses all hastily slapped together out of boards and comma gated iron hauled in from the coast by rail. Sun like this demanded thick 'dobe walls, of course, but there was beithee clay- here at El Centro nor water with which to mix it, No, the water, too, came by rail in hot steel tank Cars, most of which, were foul. Not a yard, not a fence, not a vine, not a bush, not a patch of green met Mrs. Fisk's weary eyes—nothing but the melancholy buildings, the road ankle-deep in a choking gray powder that coated roofs and walls and even the serrattering desert vegetation round about the town itself: Where the road came into view over a low knoll, there ,appeared a rolling cloud created by the wheels of an approaching car. The roads around EI 'Centro were so rough that seldom could a car beat the dust un - 1 less n-1less favored by a breeze; it must per- force rock and jolt slowly coating a driver's lungs as thickly as his skin, Like a trail of smoke ignited by some invisible brand, this dust streamer wound closer : until Gloria trade out her husband at the wheel ' of his rattle -trap flivver. All, car were rattle -traps six weeks s after they were put over these roads; this one complained loudly, its lini- bor'fenders clashed, a jet of vapos• rose from its =dieter cap. The ton- neau''mvas piled full of rope and tac- kle. aAll automobiles at E1 Centro carried similar cargoes. Veering ,drunkenly around the corner of the house, it coughed once or twice as if clearing its ,one ling, then with a long -drawn sigh of escaping steam it tante to rest. "Hello, honey!" Donald Fisk smear- ed the sweat and the dust from Isis face and kissed his wife. Tie was a robust young giant, but the • dosert had fried the fat out of his frame and left it spare: His skin was burned almost black, and when he grinned his teeth gleamed forth at white as dominoes. Like the other men of El Centro; he smelled of perspiration, "My, but you're dirty!" Gloria toll him. "Youa look too funny—" She laughed outright at the expression sent by the muddy streaks of sweat. "You're feeling better, aren't you?" he demanded, quickly. "Jove Gloria) That's the first time you've laughed in ages." "I'm feeling wonderful! I'm well!1" "Seems like a month at least since you laughted. What: is it?" "Come! I'll show you." Playfully Gloria took time thumb of his right hand in her fingers and led him a- cross the floor. She fairly danced Ahead of him to the door of the bed- room, where she bade him look: "There! I've been bubbling over since i heard about; out reservation." Donald peered into the 'chamber; what he saw was an open steamer trunk and a half-filled suitcase apron the bed... The toom itself was strewn with articles of clothing. "Why, kid! "World's Great Source Arrowroot . Is Island In British West Indies The world's greatest source of sup- ply for arrowroot is the island of St. Vincent, in the British West Indies, which lies on the route of the "Lady" •cruise liners or the Canadian Nation- al Steamships in the Canada -British West Indies service. Consumption of •arrowroot is expanding', judging by the increase in expotts. The greater portion is consigned to the Unitecl States, the colony's best customer. 'Other prochiots produced and export- ed from this island are' molasses, sugar, cocoanuts, sea island cotton and cassava starch. Great Britain: is St. Vincent's next best customer,follow- ed by Trinidad, Canada, Barbadoes, France and Germany. Great Britain 'tops the list as regards imports with 46.1 per cent' of the total last year. 'Canada was second, accounting - for 18.3 per cent, the principal item being flour. Empire countries supplied 78.8 per cept tend these included, in addition to Great Britnia and Canada, Trinidad, British Guiana, Newfound- land, India, Barbados. The United 'States was the third largest individ- vial supplier. of goods, with 13.6 per cent of the total iuports. Japan, France, Germany and Holland were also included under the heading of 'imports. There were cacti of many varie- ties, of course, huge ribbed, ones) forty feet tall that resembled tremen- dous candelabra, others that were smaller and more grotesque in shape with hnudreds of fleshy upright'ears or with melon -like knobs and protub- erance upotn their extremities. An occasi:nal shrub or clamp of bushes upthrc:st itself between the larger trees, but every growing thing was. somehow distorted; all were twisted by time heat or bent by discourage- ment, perhaps likewise every grow ing thing, from the Lilly cucumber cactus, half buried in the sand; up to the tallest gallows tree, was cov- :red with spines, with dagger points and talons. All these . thorns were poisonous, all insole festering wounds. when flesh made contact with them. Virus tipped their points. It was in truth a place of many poisons, a valley of pain, for •what discomfort the cat -claws asl the dag- ger points failed ti inflict, the blis- tering sun and the irritating dust ae- compiished. At night when the weedless, grassless surface of the easel had flung off most of the ,neat stored up .luring the day, it was possible to breathe without gasping and to move about without streaming sweat; but. this relief was short and it merely served to intensify the suffering that carne with the ardent rays of the 'morning sun. The days were hide- ously long. It was not a fit r:weiling phase for man, and why nature had gone to such lengths of devilish ingenuity in devising means to discourage himwas hard to understand. Gloria Fisk often asked herself that question. Probably it was because of the oil, she decided. Oil was preeious; the getting of it always entailed hard- ships and suffering. It seemed to her, however, that Na- ture had outdone .herself here; that she had been More cruel than neces- sary. She could have economized on at least half of her discomforts and still have left ,the place a Gehenna. The heat and the glare alone were in- tolerable; why add the dust anti the drought and the poisons and the mad- dening isolation? Why pourout all her hatred upon this place? Other oil fields were not utterly impossible to, live in — the coastal fields, for instance, were bad: enough but they were. infinitely more livable than this. One couldendure damp heat or tropic fevers and stinging insects --even -the depredations of bandits — more easily than this eternal, dry, blood -thinning beat. Bandits, however bloodthirsty, were better than dust day and night, dust up by hoofs and wagon wheels and trick tires, dust !that got into one's You've begun to pack!" Gloria noel- ded. "Good Lord! And it's ten days yet before -we go!" "I ]snow -but I couldn't wait, Oh t> Don, you don't'know how I hate this place! You just haven't the faintest conception how I absolutely hate it.". Mrs; Fish was still laughing, but there was an hysterichl catch in het voice. "That's all that ails me—this desert! Now Pin going home. I'm going home -I'm, going home!" She sang the words and her eyes sparkled. "We11;,yon're not going to take all that trash when you go. Not if I can help it," 'her : husband declared; but she interrupted her ,vigorous protest by .saying: , "Now I'm going home—I'm going home—home." "Maybe not, but it's such fun to get ready — acid I haven't anything else to pack. I can't sit still and merely wait! I've packed and unpacked a half dozen times, When I' get at all ill, I pretend I've forgotten something important and there's barely' time to throw it out and repack. Oh, Don, little shivers and tickles run over me every time I think of, it! Home! Ihn going to pack every day. That tele- gram abort the stateroom has done more to cure me than . than any- thing. I am well! Don't you think I am?" Gloria's voice quavered, broke; her face was briefly contorted and tears appeared upon her lashes. "Sure, you're well. Just - played out with Lite heat and the confound- ed monotony, that's all. Wait till you begin to breathe the good salt air." "And our stateroom is on the shady side of the ship!" I made sure of that. What's more, those fruiters pump cool air into the cabins. Oh, it won't take you long to pick up! I want you to. have your old pep and your old color back when we land. You've got to have it or --well, the fancily will make it deuced unpleasant for true." A furrow appeared between Fisk's dusty brows. He stared about the sparsely furnish- ed urnished room, then he said, earnestly: "You've been a game kid to put up with this: It was worse than 3 ex- pected; yes, worse than your people sant it would be, If I'd realized just what it was like here, I'd never have brought you. But say —" his face lightest again—"won't it be great to put itover them?" Gloria nodded. Her brief enthus- iasm had left her limp, so she sat down on the edge , of " the bed. She managed to summon enough anima 1:1011 to . agree, "Yes. Tlmey were so smart—they knew it all, didn't they? It will be nice to crow." "Mighty nice for me, anyhow. You just go ahead playing at packing and unpaeking your clothes, but -vhen we leave we'll throw Fent all away. I'll buy you new ones -the most expen- sive ones on Fifth Avenue. I'llbuy you more titan you ever had --twice as many as your clad gave you! .Yes, and we'll drive out to the Island in our own limousine. I'll get you a couple of 'em." "It will be too late for the peonies when we get' there," Gloria said, musingly, "but the roses will be com- ing lit. The rambler's on our place are wonderful Think of it, Don, roses, green grass, running water! That brook and the trout pond! Won't it seem heavenly to be cool and clean again? I'm going to roll in the grass and bury my face in ,it." "Same here! Ansi the first time it tains Itis going to stand out and take every drop of it. It seems to me that every last pore in my body is thir- sty." ' "How is the new driller getting along?" Mrs. Fisk inquired. "McKay? Oh, tine! All I'm afraid of is that he may work too fast. These hustlers areapt to be careless, you know. , He's at twenty-six hun- dred and fifty -right on top of the structure. We'll be ready to shoot day after tomorrow. I've ordered the nitro and it will be out tomorrow. Be- lieve me, I'm nob going to lose a minute." "If it comes in big—" Gloria be- gan. "It' will, That well is going to live up to' its name, `Homestake Number One'.." Fisk made the asser- tion positively. "It's bound to be a five -thousand -barrel well—or better. Can't help it, in that location;" "I wish I had your confidence," his wife said doubtfully. "I guess I'm too tired to be enthusiastic any more. I meant to ask if ,it will mean delay. Will you have to stay and see to it?" "No,' no! Everything's arranged. Once I bring it ib, Nolan can take charge." "I'd die if we missed that boat. The well should have been in a month ago, but" -✓Gloria sighed—"something a1- ways seems to go wrohg in this busi- ness: Just at the last moment, Dis- appointment, heart-break—oh, I hate it! Hite it! I'm so nervous I. could scream—" b. "She's just .a tined, sick little kid.' Fisk spoke comfortingly and stroked his wife's hair with a moth- er's touch, "This horrid old desert has worn her out, but it's going to snake her well and happy and—rich. We've made a hard fight, honey, but it's nearly over.' A little more cour- age, a little move. patience!" (Continued next week) Yy by JOHN C. KIRKWOOD (Copyright) THURS.; JUNE 25, 1936' YOUR WORLD AND MINE 1A.pWm 'u 9 em. Y imi,mY•e/Voi ■ i G 0 i°cWo �m.Bp „OapmY ori IWn°oWd°u O°MP0Wi When I was a youngster I spent niy summer holidays on ply uncle's farm: I am under the impression. that I was Bever invited to take say holidays on this farm. It just seem- ed to be taken for granted, by uncle and aunt, by 'ivy Parents;'and by my- self that when school closed, I should got to my uncle's. ` My uncle and aunt were childless, which fact may be, a partial explanation o1 the wel- come given me year aftery year. For a good many yearYs I was thoroughly useless: Perhaps I Car- ried water from the spring to har- vest fields and to the barn when hauling in was being done; and I may have done petty errands. I know. now that I funked work of all sorts. Particularly did I hate water -carry- ing. Water got warm in a twinkling, and the hot workers always wanted fresh, cool water. It seemed to inc that I was doing nothing else but carrying' water, and I know that I growled a lot and sometimes rebelled. Sometimes I was asked to turn the grindstone when my uncle waisted to sharpen the knife of the mower or reaper, and when he pressed hard the blade against the wheel, so making it very hai•cl to turn the grindstone, I felt aggrieved. Rainydays, were welcomed by tae, for then my trivial distinguished.. So far as, the story went, it' was' gloomy in the extreme. Por years and years the fattier was beaten in his struggle with the land and with conditions. His wife was fatally burned in a fire' which swept over a portion of his farm. The stony was unrelieved dismalness. his business pay him. But very, very few retailers make any net profit at all; most of them go behind—and .M five years have to quit or become in- solvent: I read some time ago that. not 10'yc, of manufacturers make a net profit. We hear' only of the div- idend-paying businesece-not of the. vastly larger number which are quite 4Pnable'to pay dividends. --chiefly be- cause they 'are badly mangaes, If iitost:of our retailers and our. manufacture •s stake no net to it r 1 fr, 'then it is not surprising that many faumners make no profit out of their farming—ancl fou the same reason: . their management is bad: Just as a Fortunately T know farmers. majority of retailers do not carry sun Stave prospered-farmors rho love their businesses with the aid of pro- the land and their occupation. . Anel l I am 'lac, to say that there per records, so, too, do the majority 10- g Y t ° are of our farmers; keep inadequate te- many young, people who have delib-cos'ds, When, insolvencies the taus- eiatoly chosen farming as their oe es of insolvencies—are investigated, patron. They know that they have !t is' fonncl that in . most instances to work hard in a physical sense, and the railed retailers kept inadequate P q that their cash income is never likely records. Just keeping a record of to be very large. They know. that purchases, sales and expenses is not drought and pests and low priees enough. One of the "must" things in 'nay make a year's operations fruit- retailing is to make, at the beginning less. ret they are not discouraged of the year, an estimate of all ex- on soured by crop failures and hp penses. This is easy to do, yet it is prices which are so low that the 'seldonm done by retailers. and it is year's costs cannot bo recovered. less seldom done by farmers. Clearly They are philosophic. They know one's o ai'atin g • costs have to be re, that they have to. take the lean with l covered in full out of sales.: VPlteti the fat. They know that most: years one knows his minimum operating they will gett ahead; and they get costs, " one is then able to calculate ahead because they have willed to get the sales required for their full re- covery; and then one, if he is master of his business, studies carefully duties and, labours were lessened. I how to sell enough in the year, at found joy in reading. I have been making some study of iris Tate of profit, to get back all the reasons why so many retailers operating costs. fail. One of the main reaso rs isSimilar study is necessary in the i lack l or deficiency o1• capital; another main case of farming, if one is to be a reason is a deficiency of ability and master of farming. Every source a of experience; another is a neglect to farm income ion 111 EVer studied keep proper records. It may aston- and a calculation is made of the prob- able income, making provision for them that less than half of Canada's misadventures. 125,000 retailers have been in busi- --o-- iters for 6 years and longer; which means that mere than half of those Farming may be, for most, just a who start up in the :retail business quit or are snuffed out by insolvency i subsistence occupation, and there are within five years, many who say that t can hardly be T mention this fact because ranything more; but I ant firmly of many farmers think than retailers the opinion that farming can be a are to be envied—that they have a good Ileal better than a subsistence rather soft time of it. Now I do not occupation—this if it be clone with know what is the average life of a the aid and the illumination of re- farmer regarded as a farmer; but 1 cords. And so I air hoping that our incline to the view that a majority: younger fanners are studying tate of our farmers survive as farmers arithmetic—the economics—of farm- the (1001011 ofi five years Anil here iitg—this for their pocket's sake and When I because 15 or so, I dict har- rowing, horse -raking, load -building in the harvest fields, and worked in the mow when the loads` were brought into the barn; and I used to persuade myself that I was really useful. Bnt it is probable that there were other estimates of me. After I was 16, my visits to 1113' unelo's farm for the summer -holidays 'ceased: Later I taught in a country school for two years, and "boarded" on a farts, enjoying my rural life very thoroughly, probably because I had no farm work to do. It vms thus that my liking for farm life was acquired — a liking which grows stronger the older I grow. This liking causes me to read novels about farmers and farming, and the number of such novels has multiplied enormously in the past 20 years or so. Unfortunately too many is something for farmers to eonsicl- that they may have a happy old age. of these books paint fanning in black or. 85m/c of all our retailers do an colours; they give quite painful annual business of ten than $20,000 pictures of the lot of the farmer. The and more than half of them (50.59%) novel which won the Pulitzer prize do a business of less than $10,000 per last year was a book entitled "Nov annum. If a retailer earns a net in November". It was the literary profit of 2'ii of his annual sales, he quality of, this book and perhaps, too, has clone quite well—this in addition its literary ant, which made the book, to what wage or salary he has made June is the harvest month of North Carolina, Georgia, Arkansas, Texas, Virginia, Indiana, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, Oklahoma, Missouri, Kan- sas, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Greece, Turkey, and the south of France. ... " Somebody T /, I to seeyou . IF EVERYBODY with something to interest you should come and ring your bell, what a nuisance it would be! Think of the swarm- ing, jostling crowd, the stamping of feet on your porch and carpets! Every week we know of callers who come to see you. They never jangle the bell—they don't take up your whole day trying to get your attention. Instead, they do it its a way that is most con- siderate of your vipracy and your convenience. They advertise in your newspaperl ' In this way you have only to listen to those you know at a glance have something that interest you. They make it short, too, :so you can gather quickly just what you want ,to know. You can re- ceive and hear them all without noise or confusion in a very feiv minutes. In fairness to yourself look over all the advertisements. The smallest and the largest—you never can be sure which one will tell something you really want to know. T-- ThoC1!itoll NewsRocord A FINE MEDIUM' FOR ADVERTISING—READ ADS IN THIS ISSUE. PHONE 4