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RACTICAL
By C.
A. STEVENS.
Practical _jokes all belong to the
same somewhat disreputable family;
they have a way of causing veal
trouble when you expect something,
quite different from thcm. The old;
squire used to say that it was better
to avoid them. altogether, and we
agreed with him after a certain
mci-
dent that occurred in Maeele 1870.
Addison and I were getting out:
bird's-eye maple lumber helm one of ,!
the forest lots of the old farm to de-
fray school expenses. The lot was'
five miles from the faimhcuse, and
we camped out there in the woods for
ten days, with one helper, a young!
man named Asa Doane. A younger
brother, named Abner, was working
for the old squire on the farm. Thie
Abner, then about twenty ye -ars old,i
and very bright in his own conceit,
had been much given to playing
tricks on Addison and me, as well as'
on his older brother, Asa.
While we were up there at the lot
we killed an old bear that had just
emerged from her winter den; and
when we left the camp we hauled
the carcass home on a sled.
It was after dark that evening
when we reached the farm; the barn ,
chores for the night wore done, and
the folks all in the house; through
the lighted windows we could see
them in the sitting room—Theodora
reading a story and the rest listening,
Abner Doane among them.
"Shall we call them out to see the
bear?" Addison naked.
"No," said Asa, with a glance in-
side. "I know something better to do.
We'll play a -joke on Ab with it. He
has to go out early mornings to feed,
the cattle, you know. Let's put this
bear in the barn where Ab will run
tea to him in the dark!"
Addison and I had no objection;
and so, going quietly them:tee:1i the
yard, we opened the barn door easily,!
and after some thought selected as
the most favorable place the narrow
passage that led from the wagon!
house to the barn floor. There we!
propped up the old bear so that she!
appeared to be standing on her hind
legs. It was not very light in the
pessage at any -time of day.
That done, we went in to greet the;
folks, as usual, had our sup -per, and;
after chatting for an hour retired to
bed—leaving things nieely fixed, as
we supposed, for Abrece!
But as WO might have mistrusted,
the cattle in the barn soon smelled
the bear, and about twelve or one
o'clock two or three of the Jersey
cows that had calves in a pen from
which they were separated began a
low, distressed leering.
-The plaintive sounds roused geand-
mother, and after listening for a
time she waked the, old squire and
told him she feared something was
wrong at the barn. The old gentle-
man was now getting a little deaf
and, being, tired from the day's toil,
persisted in falling asleep again.
Grandmother, however, grew anxi-
ous for her Jerseys, and at last, ris-
ing quietly, lighted her bedroom
candle and went to the kitchen to
get the barn lantern, But as it
chanced, the oil in the lantern had
lasgagri out; and so- she went on in
sliparf 'with lief candle, pisking
her way out through the wood house
and wagon house to the passage that
NEWFOUNDLAND THE NURSERY
O1 THE EMPIRE
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led to the barn &or. There was a
slight draft here that flared her
candle. To shield the blaze she plac-
ed her hand in front of it, and that,
of course, prevented the faint light
from shining ahead; but she knew the
way well.
In consequence, the dear old lady
ran squarely against that bear be-
fore she saw the black object there
in the dark!
It frightened her nearly to death,
for she felt the creature's shaggy
hair on her hand and arm; in fact,
she stumbled, against it! She scream-
ed and turned to run .back, dropping
her candle, which, fortunately went
out; but in the dark wagon house she
ran into a pung that stood there,
bruised herself severely, and bumped
her forehead against one of the sup-
porting posts of the floor, raising a
large contusion that showed black
and blue for a month afterwards.
Finally, she got back into the
house and had just strength enough
left to wake the old squire again and
say, "Joseph, there's a bear in your
barn!" when dcwn she fell in some-
thing quite like a faint, from which
the old gentleman had no little ado
to revive her with the camphor bot-
tle.
The moment she had regained her
wits she exclaimed again that there
was a bear among the cattle.
"You must be mistaken, Ruth!"
the old squire, said to her. "You've
had a nightmare, I guess. You have
been walking in your sleep."
"No, I haven't, Joseph!" she cried.
"You nxust go out—but take the gun
and you will have to fill the lantern."
Wholly incredulous, the old squire
filled the lantern and went out, but
when he rea"hed the passage in the
barn floor he stopped short and
beat a retreat. For he had caught
sight of that old bear, standing up
there large as life! Rushing back
into the house, he carne upstairs for
our old army musket. It was the
noise he made on the stairs that
waked Addison and me.
"Something is wrong below," Addi-
son said, for we plainly hea'rd the
sound of a ramrod driving down a
ball cartridge. With that we rose in
haste and, going down, came upon
the old gentleman in the act of cap-
ping the gun.
"Gramp, what is the matter?" we
asked at once.
"Boys, there's a bear in the barn!"
he exclaimed in considerable excite-
ment.
Addison gave a ehame-faced look
at me—and then of course we made
a clean breast of it.
As -a rule, the old squire was very
patient with all our youthful follies;
but this time he wee angry. His faded
blue eyes snapped. For a moment he
said nothing, then set the musket
carefully away and remarked:
"If studying Latin and going to
school are teaching you nothing bet-
ter than to eday pranks on your
grandmother at dead of night, you
had better hire out on a farm! And
now one of you hitch up and go get
Dr. Danforth. I am afraid your
grandmother is seriously hurt,"
Fortunately for our peace of mind,
the old lady's injuries did not prove
sirious. And that Abner Doane slept
through the whole of it and came
down smiling the next morning!
their origin in the iiii settlements
established round the sea coast there.
Newfoundland was the nursery of
colonial conception.
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Blind Telephone Operators.
There is apparently no limit to the
determination of St. Dunstan's Hospi-
tal, England, to get on in the world,
despite their affliction, which they all
bear brave,ip 15,.9yual., 1?1Ipcl §910e,r0
are now acting as telephone operators.
It is found they make excellent private
switchboard operators, Experts teach
the men first on a -special switchbeaea,
and then on an ordinary board. The
telephone operators also learn Braille
Shorthand, of which the average speed
is 130 Words a mieute.
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First Spot Otitelde the British Isles
Wire the leritish Fiag Fiew,
Lord Morris, formerly Prime Minis-
ter of Newfoundland, addressing a
large gathering at Walthamstow, Eng -
!and, the other day, pointed out that
Newfoundland was the first spot out-
3ide the British Isles where the British
flag flew. and wpere British rule first
insplieci the "settlere overseas
province to set themselves to the task
ef Empire. The lessons of Empire
were first learned on the shores of
Newfoundland; the mastery of the
seas, now the recognized inheritance
ef the British Navy and the mercan-
tile marine, was first acquired in New..
foundiand; and the vast colonial ter-
ereeee, now encircling the globe, had
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PRINCE OF WALES
VISITS SLUMS
SURPRISES THE DWELLERS OF
CROWDED EAST LONDON,
"Very Superior Gentleman," Says Mrs.
Bromfield, Whom His Roy& High•
ness Disturbs From Her Cooking,
Many a dim little house in the
borough will cherish a bright personal
memory of the Prince of Wales, for
with the Duchess of Marlborough, His
Royal Highness unexpectedly visited
several of the teeming areas in that
crowded district .recently.
He talked and shook hands with
housewives busied with their daily
routine, chatted with soldiers, and gen-
erally,sought first-hand information of
the lives of the dwellers in these mean
and crowded streets,
-Motoring to St. George's Church,
the Prince struck through Longdane
until -Chapel-place was reached, and
from that point he worked his way
through the narrow courts to Tabard
street—that notorious thoroughfare
where noisome old buildings are board-
ed up and vacant sites gape as if some
giant pinchers had extracted a trouble-
some tooth.
He Called Her "Mother."
His first "hostess"—Mrs. Lowry,
who was so confused by the visit that
she could only remember that the
Prince wore a bowler hat when a re-
presentative of the Daily Chronicles
questioned her afterward—was in
Chapel -place.
. "I was up to my neck in it, con-
fessed Mrs. Lowry, by way of describ-
ing her domestic turmoil, She had
been troubled by rats: but the Prince
insisted upon going through to the
kitchen, where he saw men at work
stopping the holes.
"A fine old mess here, mother," he
remarked to Mrs. Lowry as he watch.
e(1 the proceedings, and he left her
with a recollection of "a cheerful,
pleasant young fellow," and two very
decided handshakes.
Down some wooden steps the Prince
descended into Wickham-gardens—a
grim joke of the builder, by the way,
since not a flower is visible in its
paved stretch flanked by two -storied
dwellings, liberally daubed with white-
wash.
There was a linnet in a tiny cage
at No. 32, and Mrs. Bromfield was mak-
ing a pie when a tap came to the door,
and she was informed that "a 'gentee-
1 man from Canada" wished to see over
her rooms. In a shed at the back her
husband was busy making brushes -
1 one of the industries of this quarter.
"Very nice, very superior—some
gentlemen I know are not as nice as
lie is," said Mrs. Bromfield, a mother-
ly little woman, "and I should like to
see him again; so I tell you.
"He raised his 'hat with a 'Good
morning, madam,' and was shaking
hands with me when somebody said,
'Do you know you are shaking hands
with the Prince of Wales?'
"I got so excited then that 1 have'nt
been right since," she confessee,
His Royal Highness crossed over to
the fireplace and examined the photos
of soldier sons, admired the "vawses"
on the crowded mantlepiece, and then
went through into the yard, where
some ducks were wandering discon-
solately and a group of fowls pressed
against the wire of their run to eye
the visitor expectantly,
"Fancy 'im blowing right through
and going to the workshop," remarked
Mrs. Bromfield, as though she would
never recover from the surprising
fact.
At No. 30 he called upon Mrs. Taft
and went upstairs. Sitting upon the
bed there lie closely questioned her
about the rent, which is is 6d ($1.85)
weekly, and when she apologized for
the untidiness, he affably replied, "Oh,
that's quite all right."
Mrs. Toft's mother came in from the
wash -tub to iuvestigate the cause of
the unwonted commotion, and was
promptly introduced to the Prince,
Who held out his hand.
"Mine was wet with suds," said the
old lady, "so I put it under my apron,
and was going - to shake hands with
him that way. But he wouldn't have
it. 'No, no,' he said, 'I don't mind a
wet hand.'" •
So the prince continued his pro-
gress, followed by an admiring crowd.
Here he would see a soldier and ap-
proach and chat with him; there it
was an elderly inhabitant who would
catch his eye and be spoken to. •
Quitting the Tabard street area; his
royal highness crossed the borough
road to a maze of tortuous alleys near
Southwark bridge, where he kissed a
baby and embarrassed a trooper in
the Hussars, wins carried another,..apd
was Cansegliently tillable to •salute.
This labyrinth, gloomy even in the
sunniest wether, incleglea tuck citre-
ous nomenclature as --Noah's siert al-
ley, Moss alley, Skin Market place and
'White Made alley,
In places it is impossible to walk
two abreast. Windows are broken
and roughly patched; curtain's are
dinave--when there are any; and a
stuffed squirrel in a case seems to,
emphasize how far removed from the
open country the unfortunate neigh-
borhood really is,
Kisses the leaby.
It was in Moss alley that the prince
kissed the baby. Mrs. Walsh was
nursing her three -months infant when
his royal highness came to the house,
and she is quite positive about the in-
cident. "He said what a flue baby it
.was, too," she added.
At the dwelling in Skin Market
place nearby the prince and his party
stayed for twenty minutes. Mrs.
Lowe was at the back washing when
she heard talking at her front door.
"I went through, my hands all full
of soapsuds," sh.e said. "I saw a lot
of people there, and I asked, 'What clo
you want? A young gentleman raised
bis hat and said, 'I tun the prince.
May I come in?'
"With that he walked in. The duch-
ess drew a chair up to the fire and
made herself comfortable, while the
prince went round the room, looking
at the photographs.
"I see you have got my father and
mother here," he said, pointing to my
pictures of the king and queen; and
then I knew for certain it was the
Prince of Wales. '
He was interested in the photograph
of a soldier son who, after being a
prisoner of war for fifteen months. is
guarding German prisoners in this
country. "I hope he gives them one,"
was the comment of the prince on
learning the facts.
In this unconventional manner did
the Prince of Wales obtain a glimpse
into the lives of some of the poorest
people in London; and though the
need for rehousing is patent, it is
curious with what tenacity some of the
inhabitants cling to their insanitary
homes.
"I've lived here twenty years," said
one white-haired dame in a narrow
court, "and all I've suffered from is
the toothache. We get the breezes
from Tower Bridge, and in the after-
noon the sun shines 'ere—sometimes.
What more do you want? None of
them model dwellings for me!"
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WHEN TOMMY SETS OUT ON THE
FINAL HOME TRIP,
A Happy Little Sketch of a Daily les
cident "Over There Gorino
Demobilization.
"En route "
Mane:loll°, the team - conductress,.
gave her shrill, familiar call, blew her
whistle, waved off small boys who
hung on to the open-air trailer, and
swung alongthe footboard for fares.
"Partez?" she inquired, noticing the
kit of a couple of khaki men, as she
flicked off a thin paper ticket from her
file for them.
"Oui, Angletorre; and no return
this time!" repliled one, passing over
Itis coppers,
"Compree?" asked his companion,
"Oui, oui," said Mam'selle, putting
the money in her satchel. "C'est
bye, West ce pas? s
They nodded, and Manfsello, who
has learnt to adapt herself to all
things and all peoples, smiled at therl.
uaderstandingly, as she went on to
other fares.
Down the straight • familiar Rents
de Caen they rode, quietly taking theft
last look at the drab little suburb, pen
dering, on the times they had walked
that Hong road to camp peter tale:eine,
the last tram.
Bareheaded girls and WOMS,74 -WW1!,
busy at their morning purcheeee, buys
ing from tile stalls and shop, 'erelking
along with their laden etrIng hags,
through which peeped the long, Eat
French loaves, the inevitable tette:tee-
and bottle of wine.
Along the Old Road.
Here and there beneath the budding'
branches, a returned poilu walked.
arm -in -arm with a girl, while a few
cycliets wandered in -erratic fachion
anywhere they listed on the broad
pavement.
Fathiliar little cafes were passed,
Partially screened from passing gaze
and dust by trim, little privet hedges
growing in long, shallow boxes on the
pavement. .
"La Derriere! La Derriere!" cried
Mara'selle, on reaching the iron gates
that span the road wileee sits the gen
&trine, who scrutiniees passing vehic-
les, occasionally' demanding to view'
the owner's papers.
"You off?" cried a voice from a pass-
ing lorry to- the two soldiers in the
momentarily stationary tram.
-Yes. Thought you went last Week!"
,"So I ought. But you know what it
The starting of the tram drowned
the "So long!" that was shouted, but
failed to drown an argument in which
everyone shrilly declared their views
on the Russian situation.
One stout lady peetenger pointed
the morning headlines of "Le Journal"
to the Tommy sitting meet her, shrug-
ged her shoulders, dropped her hands
hopelessly, reified off her opinion, and
then raised her browt him inter-
rogatively.
A Partin3
"Oui, oaf. madame!" he agreed
quickly, seizing his hit as the tram
crossed the bridge of the Seine, with
its waterdancing in the sunlight, its
multitude of ships and barges.
• Mata'selle had her eye upon the two
home -going ones as they prepared to
alight.
"You no come back, good -luck!" she
said, all in one breath, smilingly
proud of her English. e
"Good-bye!" they said together.
"Souvcneer!" added one of them,
quietly slipping some chocolate into
her hand.
"Merci, merci!" said Mein'seIle.
"Good-bye!"
She stood, on the footboard. one of
the most fypical figures in France,
clasping her scarlet packet of choco-
late, with something wistful iu her
sharp -featured little race as she
watched the departing couple.
The driver called impatiently.
"En route! En route!" shrilled la
petite. Receveuse, promptly blowing
her whistle.
A New Game.
Uncle jack and Uncle James had
come to see their sister and her sweet
little children, and, like the good-na-
tured fellows they are, they were soon
inveigled into the nursery.
For a while there was nothing more
than the usual amout of uproarious
riot which denoted that the little ones
were perfectly happy; but at last the
noise increased to such a terrific ex,.
tent that mamma hurried up to find.
out the cause of it.
"Why, children, children!" she
cried, "whatever is all this noise
about?"
But little Freddy only smiled.
"It's all right, mummy," he said, "we
are playing a new game; we've lock,
ed tYiiclle Jack and Uncle James up
in the cupboard, an' when they get a
bit angrier I'm going into the lions'
'len. Will you stop tad see ue play?"
It