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The Clinton News Record, 1937-12-23, Page 2AGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., DEC. 23, 1937. O.?�n�0.4•.114.04111o4•WO_,.r11d_o_._11_n_:._.o_n_uo1,.M., o_o_ns€1 0af4M.6�_11.1.ned••••1,wJ411M.e,a f,'. FIRST INSTALMENT "Atte boy, Monty," sorneone yelled her heels from the desk where she sat.• Her father had been a newspaper man. She knew the machinery of news -getting. She would make him play out his hand. And- so when the cab arrived, she named the office of one of the local papers, bade the man drive swiftly, "Now is that nice?" Monty grinned, men about the record-breaking Monty I wanted to take you to dinner." —whoever the night be—and carried "I thought so;" Natalie grinned im- pishly. "You aren't really one of those writ- ing women?" '"I wasn't," the girl laughed. "I was out of a. job. I didn't' know where dinner was, coming from; but with a story like this in my pocket,, behind her. Humming out of the east, the lit- "Yeah," came an answering shout. •tle black plane sped straight for the "An hour and a: half off the Eas .landing field. Natalie Wade watched record. What do you know n- it idly. She had nothing else to do. West ?" Theplane had' held her' gaze mostly bout that. � Y •Then. the girls' voices added .their because of the directness of its flight. shrill note to the clamor. , A. bevy of 'Other bees from the busy hive a San gray creatures from the motor park 'Carlo Airport circled or looped oe div- beyond bdre down upon the knot of ed as though in sheer abandon at"hav- ing found their wings, but this black ship droned straight for the search- light towers and the sagging .wind- sock as though all life meet perish if it did: not reachthe field within the • ;instant. Then suddenly someone yelled in the field office. Grease monkeys came Natalie recognized him, now, though heads up at the cry, Then racing feet she had never seen him before. - This I have an idea that I've got a job as pounded on the' concrete, where the rwell." • ;girl stood and shirt -sleeved • en rush eras Monwere Wallacelra yssShe had m flights.. already famous. She had seen his picture in a score of papers. She knew now what the excitement Natalie along with it. , He stood there, grinning, veiny but happy. Beside the small plane he had jerked of the helmet he wore and the mark of it crossed his forehead beneath a mop of tousled brown hair. ed past her to. the open; field. Crossing the light breeze, -the ship skimmed low, its motor roaring more and more loudly as' it neared. Then. at the last possible moment, it seem- •ed, the roar died, The ship sat down -on the far tarmac but taxied straight on as though it would crash the high barrier' before the `.hangars. Moved by the rushing feet about her, the girl slipped through the bar - "What if I run out on you?" "Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't do that. 'You're a hero, you know. And, heroes was all about Mont Wallace had fin- never act like that even in real life." ished -another of his great flights. Ile And so it was that, when the taxi - had broken the coast-tn--coast record cab pulled up at the newspaper office. flying from east to, west. An hour• Natalie Wade led her youthful cap - and a half, the excited shouter had tive straight to the editorial room, declared. pounced upon an unused typewriter And now he was reaping the reward and began pounding out the story of of glory, the girl thought, and she the flight as she thought her father laughed ,for the bevy of sweet young would have done. • Tier gate. A burst of hoarse cheer- things had flung itself upon him,' had "Boy," she called presently. The ing drew her on. Field men were caught at his hands and arms and loitering office -boy moved reluctantly mobbing' the flier now as he clamber- were now taking turns kissing him. toward her. ed to the ground. Natalie chuckled as she stood there When he stood at Natalie's side, watching. Just like fool women to she spoke to him quickly spoil a good-looking boy like this by "I'm new here," she said. "Tell too .much adulation. .- the city editor I want a job and that But the crowd was moving toward I'm writing Mont Wallace's exclusive her. Girls and amen both moved down story of a new- record flight." upon her and those behind her block_ The boy looked at her with a fishy ed her retreat so that they suddenly- eye and then ambled off to the desks stood face to face. where two or three men worked ap- Natalie,smiledun, into his laughing pai'ently at getting out the sporting unless at the option of the publish- eyes in their mask of oil and grime. extra. rr. The data to which every sitb- She tried to step aside, but his band, One of these men with worn suspen- ecrintion is Paid is denoted on the still holding the helmet, reached out ders and with his green eye -shade label. to stop her. drawn doivn so' that it formed an ai- ADVERTISIN,G RATES — Tran- "Come on," he laughed, "don't be most perfect mask, looked up in start- •eient advertising '12c per count hie bashful. A few more kisses and my' led fashion. Ile reached for a piece Yat first insertion. Sc for each nub- face will be cleats." �of paper, stared at it, and then sepia , eequent insertion. Heading counts alines. Small advertisements not to, Without ado, he bent to hiss her over to the girl's side. ,exceed one inch, such as "Wanted," I squarely on the lips and then swept I "What's all this about?" he de - *Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted once, her along beside him to the apparent mended. 15 35c, each subsequent insertion chagrin of the shrieking' admirers. I "I'm looking for 'a job," she jerked ase Rates for display advertising At the hangar office, Natalie would . out between bursts of typewriter made known. on application. Communications intended for Ruh- have drawn away but the hero thrust pounding. "This is Mont Wallace who dication must, as a guarantee of good her through the screened door. I just broke the East-West flight re - faith, be accompanied by the name Screams and shrieks rose from the cord. I'm writing the story and he's ani the writer. .,. E. HALL The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA - TERMS of SUBSCRIPTION 41.50 Der wear in advance, to Cana- dian addresses,. $2.00 to the U.S. or ether foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid Proprietor. other girls when they were stopped at the' entrance with the mechanics H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer .Financial. Real Estate and fire ,eurance Agent, Representing' 14 Fire� "insurance Companies. Division Court Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, ILA., LL.B. -diarrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. iSloan Block — : Clinton, Ont. ' D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street. (Pew Deere west of Royal Bank) .Hours—Wed., and Sat. and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION 'by manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 GEORGE ELLIOTT 4.icensed Auctioneer for the County ' of Huron Correspondence promptly answered 'Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at The News -Record, Idfiton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate and Satisfaction Guarahteed. A. E. COOK PIANO. AND VOICE STITT3I0=E. C. NICKLE, Phone 23w. 11-11-x. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. •1- Officers: President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, Thomas Mby- lan, Seaforth; Secretary -Treasurer, M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors—Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; James Sholdice, Walton; Wil- liam Knox, Londesboro• Chris. Leon-' ihardt, Dublin; James Connolly, God- •erich;- Thomas Moylan, Seaforth; W. 'R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex. Mays- Blyth; aEwBlyth; Frank McGregor, Clinton. List of Agents: W. 3. Yeo, Clin- ton, It. R. No. 3; ,Tames Watt, Blyth; ..John E. Pepper, Brucefield. R. R. No. 1; R. F. McKercher, Dublin. R. R. yNo. 1; Chas. F. Hewitt, Kincardine; 'R. G. Jarmuth, Bornholm, R. R. No. L Any money to be paid may be paid 'to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank ;of tloarrnerce, Seaforth. or at Calvin Mitt's Grocery, Goderich, Parties ' desiring to effect insur anee or transact other business will; be promptly attended to on applica- i ion to any ;of the above officers ad -, to their respeetivQ pest offi- ,ees. Losses inspected by the director r e'ho lives ne•arest the scene. CANADIAN ATIONAL ' AILWAYS WinTABLE . I. Trains will arrive at and depart from • Clinton as follows:, Buffalo and 'Dederick Div. +Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. Going East, depart 3,00 pan, ....Going 'West, depart 1145 p.m. Going West, depart 10.00 p.m.' London, Huron & Bruce 'om o G ' North/ ar 1125 ive 1147 p.m. g going to sign it if I do a good job. Does that rate a try -out froom you?" and queue of 'loitering boys. The email man peered up at Wal - Inside, Monty lifted the girl quickly lace. Then he thrust out his hand. to one of the desks. "I got a flash on the yarn from the "You aren't really one of those writing women?" "Row stay put there, he , laughed down at her. "I'll give you that in- terview in -ft few minutes. Got to clean tip first and sign the papers." Natalie stayed put." There wasn't anything else to do and, after all, what did it matter? The brown -haired Monty had (118- am:sared into the wash room. Pres- ently she could hear Kinn sloshing the water over himself with much puffing and splashing. A gray-haired man who seemed to be the port man- agerwas yelling questions at him and writing in a big book. Monty bellow- ed back the details of his flight. His wrist watch was handed out to be compared. with the office clock and the watches. of other men. When, presently, he came back in- to the office, his face was clean and the touseled brown hair had been ruth- lessly plastered back froin his fore- head.. Natalie saw now that his chin was cleft in a somewhat fascinating way. "You're with the paper, he said," he offered with a chuckle and a l ittl e ' and you can da your story there." ' wink. he e.".wink. "We'll go down to the office Natalie made no response but phis,. grin was so infectious that'she smil- ed. The man worked fast, she thought. Ilei was lust as swift with adorning' femininity as he was in breaking re - coeds. He was 'at the telephone now order- ing a taxicab, Offers of other cars he spurned lightly, There would be 'a fast ride into town, the girl knew, and she thought she could guess what carne afterward. She must match wits with him and 'a 'Going South ar. 2.50, leave 3.08 p.m.. daring plan came to her as she swung! airport," he said. "My men were late at the spot and they told me some- one else had grabbed you. If you'll give the young lady your story she goes' on the pay -roll right away. I can't promise how long she'll stay there, but she'll get a trial." ' Wallace grinned. "About how long," he questioned, "would the trial last?" But the girl spoke up quickly. "It doesn't natter aboutt that," she said. "If I can hit the ball I'll know it quickly enough and so will they. My name's Natalie Wade. Put in on the payroll anal let me draw enough when the story is done to take the big boy here out to dinner." "I'm Mack Hanlon," the city editor said, glancing wisely at the flier. "The dinner goes' on office expense account if you keep on the way you're going. Slap her out fast. We go down in twenty minutes." Sitting across from Mont Wallace otter the very excellent dinner that was to be charged to the San Carlos Express, Natalie laughed merrily. "This," she explained, "is what I. call getting the breaks. No job, no money,. no place to go. I wander out to the airport because it is a long walk and 1 like to watch the planes. Then' oubuzz Y t in rh' ss - me sweetly, and carry me off. I use yon to mus- cle into a -good job and a good dinner with the hero of the hotu•. Isn't life a joke?" :'All perfectly sensible," Monty as- sured her. "You ase young. You are beautiful'. And you have a head on your shoulders. That's all any girl needs in this world." "The evening will soon be com- plate," bantered Natalie. "You don't by'gny chance happen to have fallen in love With me? !That's about all that could possibly occur to add to. the 'occasion." "Well," the youth 'laughed, "you can add that up, toe, I guess. Some- thing happened to ane when T saw you standing here at the field. That's why I kissed; you. And if it isn't love,' it's sure a perfect counterfeit, You might as well give it the benefit of the doubt."' "That," she chuckled, "is what I consider the response of a gentleman: 1 wouldn't call it'an impassioned de- claration but it certainly fills the bill' I am very greatly obliged to you." "Never kid an aviator, . Natalie Wade," Monty laughed. "Give' me a few drinks- and I'll make it just as impassioned as you like. What say ego, somewhere to dance after din- nwer?" "That would be very nice," Natalie accepted. "But please omit the drinks. T am quite satisfied and I don't•know'I you well enough est to try hopping', up our acquaintance with cocktails." "All right," he agreed with evident reluctance. "Just as you say. But you have ea idea tow a few drinks ripen the affections." When dinner was over' he became', host. He insisted on hiring a car and they drove first along the beach road.At length they found an at- tractive spot where . an abandoned lighthouse had been turned into a sort of roadside inn and there they sat • for a long time looking out to- ward the Pacific. It was not till the girl found that they were sitting side by side•without• speech that she realized something unusual hacl happened to her. This was no ordinary evening, no _common- place flirtation. There was something about their sudden acquaintance that turned night glorious and that made the first strains of the small string- ed orchestra send them into each oth- er's arms without realizing it. They had risen when the music sounded and stood upon the tilted ter- race. It was only a step from the shadow that clothed them to the moon- lit outdoor dance floor. But for long moments they did not take that step. Other couple began moving from the tables 'within but the two were not aware of it. When he bent his head, her lips Piet his without shyness or confusion. It was as though the moment were preordained. Then she gave a low laugh.. "Aren't we supposed to be clanc- ting?" she asked gaily. He kissed her agaitn, quickly. Perhaps we are," he chuckled as he swept her out onto the floor with swift -rhythmic strides, "but it seems like a waste of time and of very ex- cellent music that might be much bet- ter employed." He danced, she found, with grace and ease. It was as though he really enjoyed the music and as though there had been nu need for him to learn the steps through which he guided her. For the first time, she reminded her- self, since her high school class dance, she was enjoying—really enjoying—a party like this. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK, Canada's Imports Of Peanuts Ground nuts, the fruit of a tropical to sub -tropical annual plant are so called because the nuts nature in the ground;; they are also known as earth nuts, peanuts — because the kernels grow inside pods like peas— and monkey tuts. The nuts are used for human food, as food for live stock—chiefly- pigs which are turned into the field to, do the harvesting— or crushed for oil and oilcake: All but a small propoetion of the ,ground nuts entering world trade are destin- ed for the production of oil. India, China, and West Africa, along with the United States remain the princi- pal sources of supply. Canada differs from most other industrialized 'countries in that she has onlya small 'seed -crushing indus- try and, apart from linseed, imports almost all the vegetable oils she util- izes. However, there were nearly 36 million pounds of peanuts imported last year, China supplying 31 million pounds, British India nearly three million and Dutch East' Indies over one pillion. Australia is increasing her produc- tion of ground nuts and in 1931 a trade agreement was made with Can- ada which will' give the Australian market the preference when. the Cont- monweaith is able to supply all Can- ada's requirements. At present there is a duty of one to two cents per pound on ground nuts imported from other than British Empire countries but this preference has not 'yet re- sulted in any appreciable import from Empire sources. Canada's, cattle, sheep and pig population supplies much of the ani- mal fats which form more than one- half of the oils and fats used in the manufacture pf soap in Canada and limits the consumption of vegetable substitutes. Nevertheless, it is clear that the great bulk of the ground nett. oil imported isr c ode oil for, refining for edible purposes; the amount im- ported last year was 653,000 cwt. and carne from the United Kingdom, China and. some from the Netherlands. Oil for the manufacture of soap :or can- ning fish was 544,000, gallons. Last year's import °f ilthis particular item was only one half that of the year before, that from China dropping from 383,000 gallons to 41,000. 4G-5WASR'f+4WWVC--K WCZCOT-Z a $MCO ,'k,'`t° OCIVCI=Tg'l6'•£.'+"' M@7 t l C:c MOVFCCIT "THE EMPTY CHAIR" BY NOEL ,CANTER Tom Avory's dress -suit was hav- ing its annual . outing. Smelling faintly of moth -balls, he fidgeted im- patiently under the brushing and f4s- sing which his, wife and daughter were inflicting upon him. "Good-bye, my dears. I wish y were both coming, too,"; Torn buttoned his overcoat roun his slight form, crammed an ancien opera hat on his head and plunged out into the fog. Coughing g little, he boarded a bus which crawled past. As the bus slid slowly past, win- dows gay with Christmas decorations, he thought how nice it would be to pop inside and buy Christmas pre- sents for Mary and Jean. The thought. of the dinner to which he, was going filled him with melan- choly. On previous occasions it had been a convivial affair, and he had looked forward to it keenly, but to- night he was to dine alone. It was 3ii years, he remembered, since Jeremy Caldicott had instituted the bachelor dinner. They were all unmarried then, and Jeremy had made a pact that they should be his guests for dinner, on that date, his birthday, every succeeding year, whilst any of them remained alive.' Whatever worries and ties the ,years might bring, for that night at any rate they would be gay, irresponsible bachelors once more. Ile had named them the "Evergreens" Jeremy himself, whimsical and generous, had- been one of the first to drop out. But he had left a suns of money so' that his birthday dinner might continue to be celebrated, malt- ing the rather eerie stipulation that an empty chair should be placed for hint at the head of the table, and his place laid as usual. Year by year the numbers had dwindled, and now there was onl Tont left. The previous year then had been George Baker to keep him company a. stout, hearty man, wh had seemed good for another twent at least; but a motoring acci dent had carried him off, and tonight on Christmas Eve, Tom would din alone with the empty chair. Th thought gave him a chill feeling. The bus conductor set him down outside Garston's hotel. Pushing his way through the revolving door, he stood for a moment blinking in tho light and warmth of the lounge. Aa old waiter shuffled forward, a wel- coming smile lighting up his tired face. "Geed evening, sir. Glad to see you once' more, sir." Tom peeled off his coat and hat,• "The last of the Evergreens, Joe. The Fates must have overlooked me for the nt.oment, but it's lonely business when you outlive your pals" "That is so, sir. I've been here nearly forty years, and I've seen some changes in ney time. 'We've put you in, the small dining -room tonight. Thought it would be more cosy -like." The old waiter ushered Tom into a small private apartment, and he hustled off. are." He turned to the waiter. ',Pour yourself out a glass, Joe." "Thank you, sir,. but it's against orders." "Very well," y , said Tom, easily, "just as you please. But you may never au get the chance again. Something tells The' stranger drew up his chair me this will be the last of the Ever- and sat clown, laying' a bundle of pa- d green dinners." -, pens on the table in front of him. He t When the mean was over and the signed to Joe:— waiter had withdrawn, he addressed the vacant chair:— "You know, Jeremy, this was a great idea of yours, this annual ba- chelor party, a generous idea; but it is time now that it came to an end. You were right when you said that A stranger stepped :forward, a spare, elderly little man, wearing a monocle at the end of apiece of black ribbon, "My dear sir," said the stranger; " 1 amp exceedingly sorry to have start- led you. It seemed ;a pity to disturb you,. so T sat down, and waited for you to` wake up. Also, I had the im• pertinence to drink a glass of wine which I found already poured out." Tom smiled feebly, "That was in- tended fpr Jeremy," he murmured. "But—you are wearing his .ring?" "Quite right, Mr. Avory, I am, M. Caldicott left me the ring in his will. Let ine explain," Y table at the glass of wine placed for digest the news, but you will both e Jeremy Caldicott. His heart gave a be hearing from us soon." 0 0 0 "Don't go yet. I rather think this matter concerns you also." He clear- ed his throat. "I am Robert Withers of Grant &Withers, the Late Mr. Cal- dicott's solicitors. As you may: re- member, Mr.Avory, our late client was a somewhat eccentric man. He the last man will not dine alone. He left a portion of his estate in trust, does not; all the mistakes and fail- ures of his past life come to the table of his friends at this annual dinner. to mock him. Your life, short as it To keep his_memorygreen,' as he was, was a successful one, Jeremy — stated. Ila also instructed us not to but leak at me. I am a poor sped- advise the beneficiary of his legacy Wren to represent the; last of that the usual way, but to hand over bright society you formed 83 years the documents personally. I am hap - ago." py to have been spared to perform this pleasant task, though I am afraid He took another drink . and Contin- my clumsy way of setting about it ued: caused you distress. If you are feel - "Possibly you intended that your ing sufficiently recovered perhaps you ghost should keep me company to- will glance through these papers, night. But as a ghost, Jeremy, you "As you may read here, Mr. Avery, are a distinct failure.' There is your Y you will inherit a sum of round 8,000 pounds. Likewise" -.he focused his monocle on the waiter, standing' stif- fly in the background—"Joe Mullins, if still alive, is to receive 500 pounds" "What -ane sir." "You are Joe Mullins, I under- stand ?" "Lord love you, sir. I—I've been chair -e -empty; and your wine un- tasted. -There is no one tonight to drink my health, so I must do it my- self." He drained his glass, then slowly and appreciatively smoked the cigar which was provided. The redolence of the dinner hung sacked this about the room, mingling with the week. Christmas week, fog and cigar smoke. In the heavy too. Garston's is to be polled down atmosphere Tom began to nod, to make way for new shops and I'm A coal dropping on to the hearth too. old to get another job." awoke him. Confused, he opened his The solicitor rose, and gathered eyes and stared mistily across the the papers. "I'll leave you now to Garstcn's was an old-fashioned ho- tel, solidly comfortable. The room in which Tom found himself was primly cosy. A big coal fire burning in the grate dispelled the gloom of the yel- low fog, which had found its way in- door, and hung in .a cloud round the chandeliers. Dinner was laid for two, Tom Av- ory, in his worn dinner -jacket, took his seat: at the foot of the table op- posite the empty chair and a chill ran down his spine. He missed the absent Maces, the vanished life and laughter. In imagination he could see them all now, and Jeremy, their host, beaming at his guests from the head of the table, a ruby -ring, which he always were, flashing fire as he raised his glass and gave the toast -"Here's to the Evergreen!" Jeremy 'had once said jocularly: "Trust nie, boys, I'll stick by you to the end. The last of the Evergreens will notdine alone ..."' But tonight Tom was alone—with the empty chair. He sighed, and a sense of melan- choly swept over him. The last of his friends, and the least succees ful, he alone of .them had not made good. ,He had muddled things'sotne how, laelted confidence and initia- tive, and allowed others to climb over frim. The dinner as uexcel- lent x • - sunk, was a -.cel lent and the wine even better. Joe hovered at his side, showed him the label of the bottle:— "Will this suit you, sir?" "Chateau Latour -1912 vintage, It should do, Joe". A. sudden; whim seis- ed him. "Fill up Mr. Caldicott's glass also." The waiter looked. startled, Whether my ' host is present or not, I cannot say,' said Tom gravely ''He certainly does not appear to be here, though he " promised' he would come, But fill 1 up: his glass. Be would appreciate that." The old waiter glanced uneasily at the empty chair as he poured out the wine, He remembered Mr. Caldicott well. A hearty gentleman, always very lavish with his tins. It was dif- ficult to imagine him as a spirit. Toon raised his glass: "Thank you, Jeremy, my lad, for 35 good dinners, Your very good health, wherever you sudden lurch. The glass was empty. The old waiter ushered the solid - tor out into the foggy night, then he Boney white fingers graspotl the stem, and on the little finger blazed•shuffled back to the parlor, trembling a ruby ring. Jeremy's ring. with excitement, Mr. Avory, sir. Is it really true?" "So you've come ok1 msp-" he Tont grasped the old man's hand. whispered. Then suddenly he slump- "We, true enough, Joe, unless we're ed clown in his chair. both drunk or dreaming." He stood • Out of what seemed a long blink up and faced the empty chair. and silence, but which in reality was! "Thank you, Jeremy, old man," he only a few minutes, came voices: said huskily. "It was like you to "Here, sir, drink this," I help the last two lane dogs over the Toni sighed and opened his eyes.: stile."—London "Tit -Bits." The old waiter was bending over hint' and was holding a glass to his lips.' Gently, Toni pushed him away. ( The advertisements are printed for "No, thanks," he muttered, "Had your convenience. They inform and . J too much already .. . Been seeing things." ' save your time, energy and money. �SNAPSHOT CUIL TRAVEL INTO FAIRYLAND Have a heart-to-heart talk with yourself! Double exposure, accurately planned, will let you. DO you remember the wonder tales you read when a child, the for- bidding castles filled with ogres, the huge jinn of the Arabian Nights, the trolls that lived under bridges and the fairies that haunted myste- rious woodlands? You can use your camera to re- create those childhood memories. Yon can make giants walk through your pictures. You can hold yourself, or a tiny version of yourself, in the hollow of your own hand. You can pose in intimate conversation with the Irish "wee people," the elves and fairies and the cobbling leprechaun. Ire not, hard. The method is to use our old friend, the double ex- posure--two xposure=two shots on the same film. All that is necessary is accurate pos- ing and careful control of the light. A black background is necessary or you cap pose your subject before the door of; a dark roam. Note the picture above. Although it was made with a camerahaw g in a ground glass for focusing, which simplifies making such pictures, you can get the same effect with your own small camera. First, pose the subject fairly close to the camera. with his empty hand extended. Snap the picture and ' nark the position of the hand en the glass view finder, very carefully, with a tiny dot of. ink. . Now, without winding the film, move the camera back several feet, so the subject appears small in the view finder.' Let him stand, facing his former position, 80 that his feet appear right on the ink dot in the finder. Arrangethelight so the feet are not too brightly illuminated. This will help eliminate evidence of slight errorsin the position of the subject. Snap the shutter a second time and the final picture is made. When the picture is developed, • presto!—there are the little man and the Trig one, facing each other on the same film. You will probably make mistakes in placement on your first tries, be- cause the view finder is small, but this is part of the fun of trying trick photography - and some of Your errors may give a funnier pic- ture than the one you carefully planned. It is well to remember that only the figures in these shots can be lighted—if surrounding objects show up, they will spoil the picture. If your camera has an "open" •di- rect view finder, without glass, it is best nit to try this sort of work, If, however, you have a camera with ground glass back, you cap place figures wh greater accuracy. With this technique, you can make a fairy dance on the table in front of you—the fairy being your small daughter in herballetdress. If you tonrake the little fi aro want g s trans- parent, shorten exposure a little. You can, if you like, do costume work, illustrating the fairytales you enjoyed as a child. Try Jack and the Bean talk, with an intrepid small boy chiding the grasp of a fierce ogre. Or get an old hlkiug brogan and a copy of Mother Goose and picture the Old Lady Who Lived In A: 162 John van. Guilder