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The Seaforth News, 1924-09-04, Page 6For 1 he �. . Boys and. Girls LOW TIDE SURPRISES. What a charm there is on the beach at low tide! Then a new world is, spread at our feet, sweet and fresh front its recent bath. The stones are so Caen; the sand is so smooth; the sea -weed is so crisp. Iiow the children love itl They love to follow the snail tracks; they love to hunt for star -fish; and they do love to chase the 'tumble crabs, ! What fun they have jumping from reek to rock, as on and on they go until the farthermost point is reached, and they are stopped only by old ocean itself: But even then their eyes keep on going, as they watch the waves rolling in and the sea -gulls circling around, and the ships go sailing by bound for distant lands. One day when I was down on the, beach with my four boys, they were happily scampering about when I heard one of them shout: "Mother, oh mother, come quick, we've found a baby seal!" Sure enough they had, and great was their excitement, all Waking at once about its sleek glossy coat, its; lovely brown eyes, and its queer long whiskers, Before long they were making, friends with the baby seal and plan -i ning to keep it for a pet, as he seemed; to enjoy their caresses and accepted food from their hands. Suddenly the oldest est Uoy exclaimed: "What is that far out in the water?"I Why, it looks like a post bobbin;; up and down," said one of the others. "I know what it is," said the oldest boy ;again, "it is the mother seal look- ing for her baby." "Poor mother seal," said little Don- ald, "let's throw the baby in the water," This the boys did, but back it came again to the shore, and although they pushed it away from the rocks over and over, it 'came back to its new friends. Still the mother's head bobbed up. and down, longing for her baby. The boys wars puzzled to know what to do. Then one of the boys had an idea. "I know what to do," said small Donald, "once when I was loat some- one brought me home. Couldn't we get a boat aecrtake it home to its poor another?" "Yes," said Edward, "come on," Away up the beach four pairs of feet flew, and soon down to beach' four pairs of hands dragged along a' small boat. It was hard work, but the, boat finally reached the water. Then they carefully lifted the seal on board and rowed far out seaweed. As the mother seal had gone out of sight the boys guessed at the place they had last seen her, and dropping the little fellow overboard they quick- ly rowed back. We waited and watched, and sud- denly up popped the head of the moth -1 er seal, then nearher appeared a' smaller head! "Oh," shouted Don old i1 high glee, "the mother and baby are together again. I'm so glad." THE BLUE SHOP IN A LITTLE TOWN ay Rene Bonnefoy Translated by William L. McPherson "Have 1 many visual memories? I certainly bave. It is not for nothing that I traveled fifteen years into every nook and earner of our beautiful coun- try, my knapsack on my back, my color -box and my easel In my hand, and that I have studied the world with my painter's eyes. These eyes are filled with images—images contem, plated with love and therefore graven on nay memory. Sometimes I like to throw them on the scree!' of my brain, I assure you that it is better than an American film. "Visual memories! They are the hest, They leave the least regret and weariness and are the most agreeable to evoke. There is one particularly which grips my heart, It is a blue shop -front. Yes, a blue shop -front in a little town, in a far-off province; a shop -front on which you can reed 'Notions' In white letters. I see It again as if I were there. Does that as- tonish you? But this visual memory has a story attached to it. A love story—you have gueseed it. Is it sad? No. But it is not a frivolous story, either. "I was making my tour of France. .� I was twenty-five. My feet were sound, my hair was straight, my teeth j were good. 1 bad an insatiable appe- tite and a keen desire to see every- thing. I had traveled through France three times and was on my fourth trip when I fell in love. It is ueaeces- I sary to say where. It is enough for, you to know that it was in one of those innumerable shall towns which smell at once of mustiness and fresh air, which have the odor of barnyards and the odor of the woods, and where the gossips sit every evening before their doors and exchange notes. "On one of tbe squares, near a teen-, thin which seemed to hays heen there from all eternity, and facing an an- cient cafe with a terrace where it is so delightful to sit of a morning, was a notion shop with a blue front. Re- bind the window one could see the blonde proprietress --blonde and rose- colored, with a profile such as the an- gels never had. I do not lie. In the course of my travels I have seen Boa I ticellis, DaVincis and Velasqu•ezee, but I have never seen anything as tine, as delicious, as ethereal and as divinelyi beautiful as the profile of my little notions merchant in the prosaic set- ting of her blue shop -front. "That day T bitterly regretted that I was only a landscape artist and had not tlhe genius of the old masters, so that I could fix on a canvas the lea -I tures of the woman with whom I was eflready desperately in love. Yes, my friends, desperately. It wee love at first sight. The first morning I went to buy thread and needles. She waited an ane with indifference and never looked at me. I was bot and cold by turns and my tongue was so dry in ny mouth that I could hardly say 'Thank you, mademoiselle.' I was upset, be - notched, as if I had drunk some magic potion. The next day I had no idea of leav- ing the town. I sat for hours ori the terrace of the, little cafe. The sky curved abovo the deserted square. The facades of the old houses, the ,leve - cote at the side, the foot 'Wes, the murmuring fountain,the sidewalks ip whose -chinks the grass grew. were all Illuminated, There was a debauch of Light and colors in this tranquil latae spot, At any other time I should have heen carried away with the desire to dip my brushes in the sunlight and paint and paint. But I was a captive. I dreamed of her. I dreamed of her alone. "I had to see her. I had to talk to her, Each day I ente:ed the shop and made small purchases. My bag was soon full of ribbons, laces and a hun- dred other trifles with which 1 didn't know what to do. I could not present them to her to prove my love. More- over. she continue,' to serve me with- out looking at nae and without Interest- ing herself in any way in the strange customer, which Was all I was to her. I was madly in love with her, more madly than ever. " 'You must be bored here; I said one day to my pretty notions dealer. " 'I am never bored,' she arse:cried In a sweet, low voice which lacked warmth. The days passed. I had heen a month in the town and was no further ahead than on the day of nay arrival, but more in love tha never before. I said to myself: 'My dear fellow, you love her; you love her passionately. Tour hest plan is to tell her so,' "That day I bought something, a handkerchief ready to embroider, I be- lieve. And while she was wrapping it up I spoke to her gently: " 'Mademoiselle Marie' -- "She lifted her eyes—her eyes es blue as the skies of paradise ought to! be. 'Mademoiselle Marie, e I lovo you'— " 'Ah!' ou'—"'Ah!' she said, "I took her little hand, which she let drop into mine absentmindedly. "Mademoiselle Marie, will you be my wife?' "She looked at me. Did she really look at me? And she answered me in the same sad, colorlese voice: " 'You are not the one whom I am waiting for.' "My heart throbbed in my breast. I said again: 'Mademoiselle Marie, listen to me. I Iove you as you will never be loved by any one else. I am a good and honest fellow. I have my profession, which is asegood as any other. If you wish lt, we shall he happy'-- " 'You are not the one whom I am waiting for,' she answered once more, "In despair, I left her. For whom was she waiting? For a Rance? No one knew anything of him. "The next morning I took up my sack and set out again on the high- ways, carrying in nay eyes the image of a blue shop -front and In my neart the face of a little blonde nottot deal- er who was put on this earth by mis- take." SpecializeToo Much. " Several departments in Washing- ton are interested in the production of cruet." "But give altogether too much atten- Lon to the cultivation of plums:" Motor to Church. A -•ural church in Ohio lies adopted a plan that is seid to have led more, persons to attend its services, It has ; mapped out rotates that pass the ' ' houses df its present and prospective Iand has asked owners of automobiles to go the rounds every; i Sunday and Hick up anyone who wish- ' es to ride to church. For many per - 'sone— eopeeially the old and the in- firm --the knowledge that an automo- bile will eat" for them makes it easier to decide to go. The sun was almost darkened when, with a thunderous whirring and dapping 01 wings, 5,000 pigeons were loosed in Leicestershire to take part in the annual British aerial derby. "Stogm—ProO " Friendships. are riot things we wish to test. To test a friendship conscious- ly would be unkind, it not altnost des- picable. But there are some tests, not of cur own seeking, which, 1f we are observant., are interesting. The expression "fair-weather friend" is not now meant In a literal sense, yet 1 should not be sone -teed if its Mie iginator used It quite literally. Think of all your friends, and count up those whom you would lilte to meet on a wet Clay. Go further, and count those with whom you would spend your wet day if you had to go trudging about in the rain. There are some people wbose en- thusiasms are very soon damped. Few of o friends er friends. our fr ends are ell wonthe f t Arrange a day's outing with any one of them, and see what happens if it rains or if any of the carefully laid Plains go awry. Possibly ytiu or your friend get irritable, and the outing as an outing is a failure, I eau remember holidays which have become purgatories for nae and my holiday companion. The accommoda- tion has not been all that we would desire, the weather has not been kind to us, and other things have gone wrong. The atmosphere at the holi- day has been lost, and two people, neither of then very much in sym- pathy with the other, have let It go without malting any attempt to regain it. - I can remember rainy clays on the river, some of them miserable, but others as happy as the sunny days. If you are with the right people it is fun to put up your sunshade and brave the elements or to dodge the drops under the trees. If you are with the right people it doesn't matter when you leave half the lunch behind or the cream turns sour and the butter melts. But these things are. all odious when you are with the wrong people. I can remember country tramps in the rant with positive joy; but I can remember others which were, to say the least, not a success. And, looking back, the key to every situation has. been in the hands of nay companions. With "real" friends I am happy in all circumstances and on all occasions. The "fair-weather friends" are, to me, negligible quantities. That's why when we are together and things go. wrong we cannot make the best of a bad job. Companions of the storm are rare and precious friends, for they will not only face the elements with rat, but the vagaries of fortune and the storms of life as well But just one last word before you apply this test to your friends, What showing would you make if they ap- plied it to you? "Sir -r -r -r," Said the Cashier. A customer who had just finished his dinner at a restaurant deferential- ly approached the pretty cashier and Inquired: "Are the waiters here attentive to you?" "Sir -r -r -r1" exclaimed man in an offend "Oh, no offense, 10.55058 you," re- plied the man. "I was only carrying out the Instructions printed on the bill of fare, which say: 'Please report any inattention of waiters to cashier.' And I thought if they were inattentive to you I would report them, that's all," Speed. Millenniums loitered cn their way, And Time's grey wings seem'd furled, While Nature without haste or stay Peopled the nascent world. Till monsters waddled on tee land • Or waliowe:i in the seas And pterodactyls aeropian'd On broad vans'laztly. The heavy -gaited tortoise slept , A thousand winters through, And giant efts by. inches crept Each hour a mile or two. By tedious steps through cycles slow From ape advanced to man, ll i The cavern dweller with kris bow Our wondreus race began. The calm Greek in his leisured home Wrought works the gods might claim And wise unhurrying royal Rome Did deeds beyond all fame,_ But now our dream is speed, and speed; With truth the mocker sings That Whirl is lord and king indeed And ousts all godlike things. ' "Faster and faster" still we cry, I No matter what the goal: We hurry, hurry until we die, Nor Mice possess our soul. —C. R. Haines. Artificial Silk Stockings. Silkworms live on a particular sort of Mulberry leaves, from which they extract a substance known as cello= I lose, digest it, and afterwards spin it out into threads of silk, Science, however, has discovered that the cellulose can be digested by chemical cleans without the aid of the worm. Furthermore, there are F substances other than mulberry leaves which contain this cellulose, Pinewood, for instance, contains it, the extract being treated in one of several methods all resulting in much the same way, the artificially ""digest- ed" cellulose being converted into a treacle -like liquid capable of being drawn out into threads. These threads are then hardened and set, afterwards being spun into the "sits" which either alone or in combination with other material, makes artificial silk stockings. A High Flyer. Buzzard—"I hear the larks have cut. you socially on account of your noc- turnal habits Owl—"Well, lark is somewhat of a high flyer Himself." Three Weeks' Wonder. A cafe to seat S00 was recently built and opened ready for business at the Britialt Empire Exhibition in twenty- two days, 0 Don't be content with taking things as they. came; go after them. 72; VOILE?' 5 i iir0. Es -- ---tet ANIMALS 1fIT THEIR EA "IAN'S INVENTRE • There ere animals that have not. a Is, therefore, hunted down by stock- friend in the world; theme are some, mon, who Lill about two hundred indeed, which are so harmful that every year, One other American wild animal which is remanselessly hunted 10 the wolverene, a sort of giant weasel, enor- mously strong, ir'tenso.y. cunning, and eatromoly savage. Tl:o prospector foe of the sheep farmer. It 11 a and trapper have a perfect horror of idlybeast cunning he cud. the wolverene; and with good reason, for if it finds a shacks erupt), it digs its way in through the roof„ and ruin or destroy the whole of the stores. Many prices are set upon their hea:.s, and it is considered the duty of all to hili them. Such a creature is the dingo, or wild dog of Australia,' which is the worst oowa , yetg y belief. Another terrible foe of sheep is com- monly known as the Tasmanian Devil, au has stied of starvation owing This creature will hill a score of sheep ao trapperaha of rho starvation in a night. It is being steadily des- troyed by poison and other Means, and In South Africa tete animal most is now rare,. hetet' is the wild dog. It hunts in packs, and once a pack starts work in The timber wolf t friends. America a a district they drive every bead of is saqu quite brute, with friends. It is a game but of the country. They also muscular with terrific jaw power. One of these wolves has been known to snap oft a man's hand at a single bite, kill both sheep and cattle. Other animals are destroyed, not be- cause they are directly foes of man, hut because ,they eat up food which is It is a foe to all. domestic animas, intended for Hint or for his stock. The and is equally hated by the stock- notorious case ie the rabbit, imported raiser and the trapper. One of its into Australia, and which now infests Pleasant tricks is to trait the trapper the whole Continent. and devour the fur -bearing creatures The jack rabbit of. America is al - which he takes in his traps. There is most equally destructive, In many a prize on its head. of the Western .States it eats more The small wolf, the .snealting little grass than the stook, In Idaho alone coyote, is another foe to sheep. Last they kill 700,000 jack rabbits yearly, year over 27,000 were killed in North' and in California nearly as many. The America, besides other thousands des- i method employed Is to drive then into troyed by poison. corrals or wire netting, as many as Another pest1 not Po Is the lynx, which likes 1 15,000 being rounded up at one time, nothing better than lamb, Its failing 01 British animals the most mis-. is a love for the scent of catnip, and 1 chievous is the rat, which is said to by means of this lure it is trapped in I destroy $200,000,000 worth of men's large numbers in the States and in !property yearly. Certainly it would Canada. A curious -looking creature, be better dead. The rooltse is almost it has pricked ears, large,. round eyes, equally destructive in its own way, and huge paws out of all proportion to Both animals deetroy valuable pro - its size, , perry every year in Canada, and should The mountain lion, or panther of the be kept under by every. moans in our Rockies, takes heavy toil of cattle, and ' power. STORIES OF WFJ KNOWN PEOPLE Lord Byng Never Knew a Colonel Who Was a Saint. The Governor-general of Canada Is not only a peer and a great soldier but a real wit, as the following incident shows when he was in St. Thomas. Lord Byng was being piloted around by Mayor Raven, and the conversation turned upon the origin of names. in Canada, some of welch rather tickled the governor-general's fancy. Most of then- were perfectly Intelligible, but His lordship could not quite see the derivation of St. Thomas. "You see," explanted the mayor, "this city was named after the founder of the Talbot settlement 1n Elgin --Colonel Thomas Talbot, so the tablet village as it was then was called St. Thomas, after the colonel." Quick as a flash came the retort, "Thomas is all right, but I never knew any colonel who was a Saint " Anal most of those who were over- seas with Byng will agree. Turkey's First Woman Doctor. Dr. Safielh Ali, the first woman to be- come a doctor, and one of Turkey's pioneer professional women, has been i London. "I an thei visiting Lo t pioneer 'medical woman it Turkey," she de - climes. "Oa the whole the health of . Turkish women is good, although ow- ing to bad housing conditions tuber- culosis is prevalent among them. But the laws of our religion oblige every Turkish woman to take a bath daily and wash herself before eating, and this, added to the fact that Turkish women are forbidden to drink intoxi- cants, is good, generally speaking, for the health. "When I made up my mind to be- come a doctor, Turkish women were 11101 permitted to follow a profession, and so I went to Germany to take my degrees. The law was changed two years ago, and I was eble to begin my I work in my own country" A Great Engraft Singer. The principal tenor of the Viennese National Opera is an Englishman, who, however, has never before sung in England. He is Mr. Alfred Piccaver, !and he went cn holiday to the Tyrol. l ado was singing one day when the was overheard by tbe director- of the Prague Opera House, who there and then offered him en engagement, "It was an entirely new career for • 100," Mr. Picoaver tells rue, "but I realized I had a great opportunity be- fore me. So I took it. The continual everyday practice got on lay nerves, i but I stuck it.". htr, Piccaver declares that his-peo- !ple originally came from Spain about four generations ago and settled in Lincolnshire. whose silver wedding has brought them numerous congratullatlons, are partners in Parliamentary work as well as in the domestic sphere. They usually lunch together at the House to talk over plans, and it was at one of these lurches a day or two ago that the Duahoss reminded her husband of a story that deserves retelling. When Ladysmith was relieved the Duke, then .Marquess of Tullibardine,. was one of the first to ride into the town. Returufng to ills bivouac at night he forgot the password. In re- sponse to the sentry's challenge ho called out, "It's all right --1'm Tu11i- bardine," "Nth, then," carne a Cockney voice. "None o' your bleoruln' fancy Zulu names 'ere!" A Jungle Honeymoon, A honeymoon in the jungle! One of the strangest, moat adventurous, and most navel trips ever undertaken hes been that of Colonel 5. (1. B, Stratham, the famous English big -game hunter, and his wife, who recently traversed many hundgeds of miles of the un- civilized wilds of Portuguese 'West Af- rica, in the course of which they faced death many times. The bride, who is only twenty and the eldest daughter of Mr. F. A. Mac- quisten, 21.0., M.P., wished to see the country in which her husband had earned his fame as a bunter, and they decided to take a honeymoon trip across r — At ice, a distance of over a oe thousand utiles. Traversing as they did a country in which savages and wild beasts, including lions and rhinos abounded, they experienced many thrilling incidents, Their most exciting adventure was with a mad Englishman in wbose ter- ritory the travellers made a halt, 110 had homicidal tendencies and the bride and groom narrowly escaped with their lives. Soon after they left they learned that he had killed a Greek neighbor and then committed suicide. Although ilIrs. Strathom has had enough adventure to last mast people a lifetime, she declares she would like to go back again. ' Too Respectable. Sir Thomas Lipton toad an amusing story the other day. He stated that he used to work in Glasgow for Half a crown a week. Olio staff consisted of a little boy anti, a black cat. Seeing the little boy was shabbily dressed, Sir Thomas gave him a sovereign to go and buy a new -suit. He never came back." Meeting his mother later, Sir Them- es inquired the reason. "Weil," she said, he looks so respectable 10te that he has been able to get a much better job." .r.. A- Great Crime Expert. Whenever a murder case is being in- vestigated by Scotlitnd Yard, Sir 13er-. hard Spilshury is usually the first man called in to help. Pathologist to the Ilonie Office for the last twelve years, Sir Bernard has figured prominently In Many famous cases: One of his most interesting cases is aleo one of the least known. A soldier was shot in a hat. The coroner's ver- dict. was "Suicicle." Sir Bernard was called in, reconstructed the scene, traced the passage of the bullet, anxl Proved that the dead pian conitl not have fired the rifle himself. The Zufu Duket The Duke and Duchess of Athol", null GENIUS DISPLAYED EXHIBITION IN LONDON REVEALS CLEVER DEVICES. Human Race Seeks to Ease the Burden of Labor ---Exhibit Well Patronized, England le attempting to prove, through the medlum of a unique or- ganization and exhibition, that an in- ventor is not without honor even in Lis own country. No longer must the dreamer, the theorist, the scoffed -et inventor, strug- gling to developingeniousdevices of 801110 practical utility or to improve standard appliances, pursue a lonely course, fearful of having his revolu- tionary'iuvention stolen before he has secured his patent. That "necessity is the mother of in- vention" is axiomatic. And conse- quently, persons spend months, and 01,011 years, developing something which they believe will niako the world 'a better place in which to live, and, from the materialistic etandpoiut, assure them increased wealth. Several years ago the Institute of Pantenteea was fnoarporateti in Eng- land, and since then has been develop- ing into an inventor's Utopia, where he can go for advice and for assistance in developing and marketing his patent. And now, to assist hint further, an )e- n threatenso 1 inventor's axit111itio t 501110 an integral pert of els cosmos, far such an exhibition ie now being Held here, and at 1t hundreds of ex- amples of luau's and woman's ingenui- ty are on view. While one is prone to wonder dur- ing an inspection of the exhibition exactly what prompted the inventor to spend countless hours of thought and effort over an appliance, a device, an article, which, to the unimagina- tive, seem to have no practical value, one is assured that the Institute per- mits nothing to be displayed which lies no utilitarian place in the scheme of things. Articles of Every Description. There are articles of every descrip- tion, ranging from a new design in nipple shields to an improved hygenlc kettle; from "an appliance to facilitate the opening of tins of boot polish and the like," to a "uminous star chart for use in the dark" Improvements are without number. An improved toy balloon rubs should- ers with an "improved instrument for testing electric polarity." A detach- able piston looks disdafnfullly at a "new device for indicating and gov- erning the speeds of the clutch shaft, and the propellor shaft of a motor ve- hicle," One woman inventor, no doubt be- come weary of rising at the break of dawn to release her chickens, exhibits a coop which releases poultry automa- tically by the action of an alarm clock, set over night, There is a new method, reported re.• volutionary, "for transmitting photo - unpile, messages, views, moving scenes and like elevices .by wire or wireless telegraphy." Horses are remembered by several new designs in shoes and an improved feed bag, "guaranteed mat to chafe the nose." Babies come in for considera- tion by inventions of neer games. dolls, toys, and even a perambulator. There is a "natty" reversible overcoat, "for the man who would be well-dressed." The absent-minded are reminded that they can depend on an infallible de- vice for "audibly indicating whether an electric light Is on or out." And so it goes, It might reasonably be expected that such an exhibition would be ignored in the rush of London life. lint aneb is not the case. Hundreds of people visit,. the exhibit daily end devote hours to concentrated study M every- thing displayed. itOany are business men, hopeful of discovering something of practical value to them, an official of the insti- tute asserted. Tile maier:ay are of the inventors' fraternity, studying, tbe de- vices and appliances of others with a view to improvement. At any event the exhibition iA an unqualified success, and there are plans to hold it annually. A ,Shawl Worth '$2,501 Through Wedding Ring. One of the most wonderful exhibits in the Indian Pavilion at the British Empire Exhibition is a shawl made en- tirely of birds' flown. It is 7?i; yards long and 50 inches wide, and' yet it .can be rolled up and passed through an ordinary wedding ring, Valued at ;2500, it took three i years Lo make, the feather, being pot- lectecl when the birds nrothltl and this Sometimes Stick, "It's hard to snake lies stick." "Well, if you can get matters suf- flolently gummed up by making use of them, they sometimes do." Naming the Twins. Twins had been born to the en-, thusiastio motorist, and his best. friend ways full of congratulations: "What aro you going to, call them?" he inquired. "Oh, I don't know," said the motor- ist, with a gloomy frown. "Kate and Lubricate, I expect." The sea -cucumber turns itself inside out when it wants to hide: takes place tiering only two months of the year, In the Patiala State Court isa stuffed wild boar which was killed by the P511150 of Wales, and also the spear used. It has been decided to present hien with these trophies. The popular idea that the Indian Pavilion is a replica of the Taj Mahal at Agra is incorrect. It merely repre- sents Moslem architecture ot a medieval period. oil to Protect Lighthouses. Danish lighthouses are supplied with oil to pump on the waves during a storm. .