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Zurich Herald, 1933-11-16, Page 2A Malty Which Is Incomparable 11 "Fres, from the Gardeng" Dr. W. T. Macoun, Horticulturist 13 Prof. C. T. Currelly, in the Toronto Mail and Empire Some years ago a brilliant writer, the late Peter McArthur, said, "Isn't It time that we Canadians stopped Baying, 'isn't it good for Mary Anne'? I suppose this habit is a bang -over from ourearly days of struggle to pro- vide the simple necessities of life; but it is certainly time that we looked at Canadian affairs from a world standpoint and said, "Isn't it good for anybody in any country?" This Habit would perhaps not have done us quite so much harm if we had been isolated, but we have been de- Iuged with newspapers, magazines and books that are partly propaganda for the greatness of other peoples and the wonderful men the they' have Pro- duced. I suppose, for instance, that all upper school children in Canada know something about "the American wizard of horticulture," Burbank; of the things they know about him are untrue, How many know about the late Dr. W. T. Macoun, Canadian hor- ticulturist, who without question has done more for horticulture than Bur- bank? But Macoun was a hard-work- ing Government official on a small salary and never thought of advertis- ing himself, and unfortunately we have not yet reached that stage of our national development in which there is full recognition of outstanding scientific work done at home. One reason why our achievements in horticulture have not gained more publicity Is that many of the big things have been done by men gener- sue enough to share thoroughly with ,heir associates, The important fruits aroduced at Vineland have never been seized upon by the head of the station as his production. Among those who know of thein they are always spoken of as, "by Palmer and his associates," or more commonly stili, simply as 'produced at Vineland." Predictions are risky but I should likes to chance a statement that the Melba apple will be grown and valued long after nearly every other recent prbduction in horticulture will be for- gotten—and the Melba is only one of Macoun's great apples. The best col- lection of hardy apples in America was brought together by him at the Ex- perimental Station at Morden, Mani- toba; he was a servant of the whole Dominion and worked as much for the Prairie Provinces as he did for the best fruit lands of the country. Vegetables, fruits and flowers all re- sponded to the touch of his genius in breeding. His wonderful develop- ments of peas are known to the few who are scientifically 'Interested, as is his ,incredible development of lilies in respect to the number of flowers borne upon them. In the profession, of course, Dr. Ma- coun's pc -]tion was very high. Qne of the greatest honors accorded him was that the New York State Fruit Testing Association named its choice apple the Macoun. Many medals were awarded to his productions, including the Grande Medaille de Vermeil from the National Society of France, a gold medal struck by the International Ex- position of horticulture at Brussels for the Melba apple alone, medals struck by the American Pomological Society to commemorate the Melba apple and the Lobo apple, another of Dr. Ma- coun's productions. The first award of the Carter Gold Medal of Honor for the Advancement of Horticulture was to Dr. Macoun, and many other similar honors showed the appreciation of the scientific world of his work, I feel sorry that Dr. Macoun's name is not known to every Canadian school child. Some years ago I was very much interested to hear a Tepanese student speak of a certain compatriot as the greatest blacksmith in Japanese history, and to find that the children of Japan are taught about their great workers. I sincerely hope that the movement now on foot in preparing some of our school books will develop, so that through these books Canadian children will know about those Cana- dian men of science who have merited world recognition. "Changing Stations" In British .Arany Now is the Time When South' ampton Witnesses Many Farewells This is the busiest time of year at Southampton. From now until the end of April His Majesty's Transports will be conveying thousands of soldiers and hundreds of families from one part of the Empire to another "on change of station," writes Major J. Baronby in the London Evening News. Some transport ships are filled to capacity with drafts and details — the former bodies of men and the latter individuals—needed to fill gaps in battalions, batteries and other un- its stationed overseas, gaps caused by transfers to the Reserve, sickness, and other routine casualties. In ill -concealed corner trim khaki- clad officers are making the most of snatched moments with the girl they Teave behind. In some eases the girl will be the wife, for the authorities provide no accommodation, rations, quarters or pay in respect of wives of officers under thirty years of age. (In other ranks the age is 26). In six years' time the husband will be entitled to apply for transfer to the home establishment, Until then, un- less he reaches the required age in. the meantime or is lucky enough to be sent home on promotion or in some "exigency of the Service", he and his young wife must, if they lack 7private means, live thousands of ;miles apart, A severe test, this, of the solidity of the foundations upon 'which their marriage was built. Among the crowd on board it is not difficult to spot the women -folk who are sailing with the ship. They, in ]reaction to the upheaval of the pack- ing -up at home, seem to have begun ililready to enjoy the lazy respite the voyage affords before they will have to make similar efforts at the other lend in starting a new home. Most of them have had import- ant decisions to make—the decision, WRINGER ROLLS Re-Rubbered_Also New Rolls for any Brake of electric washer or hand wringer; highest quality, lowest prices. Money -back guarantee. Coffield Electrical Applicance Company, 387 Yonde St, Toronto t8SUE No, 45 '33 • in so many_ cases, between separa- tion for an indefinite period from either husband or children; for chi!. dren cannot go to a place where suit- able schools do not exist.. The wives of N.C.O.'s and men are spared this problem, for good education is pro- vided at Army stations abroad for their offspring, A few yards away some animated Young wife may be heard speculating about the house, furniture and serv- ants which she has taken on "blind" from the wife of an officer Who is leaving the station for which our bat- talion is bound, She bas few misgiv- ings, for Service ladies do not let each other down. In due course the last kit bag is on board. The gangways are rais- ed, the band strikes up "Auld Lang Syne," and the ship steals away, with every man, woman and child on board waving, craning and cheering, their excited faces reflecting the spirit of high adventure. .. Now walk a few yards to another quay, and into a later chapter of this never-ending romance, and you will see a transport bringing a bat- talion home on the completion of its tour of overseas service. Possibly not an officer or man who went abroad with it will be on the strength now, but it is still the battalion, There are no partings here, only re -unions and grateful relief at being back in the Old Country again.—London Evening News. Letter to Santa Claus on Discovering that Christmas Comes on a Wednesday I'd Iike a Mediterranean cruise And a sable coat And some velvet shoes. I'd love a couple of million dollars And some silk nightgowns With real lace collars, I'd. Iike a touch of spring in the air And a brand-new face And coal -black hair, But most of all a convincing cough That will get me Monday 1 And Tuesday off! � p —From "Out of My Head," by Mar• Ib garet Fishback, 1 B The average family of the profes- sional and middle classes in Gt. Bri- tain consists of .just over two child- ren. .. r ¥U'AN NEI SEI LAUCMS by Sox Rohmer CHAPTER. L "Good-bye, then, Eileen, And take great care of yourself. I've probably missed the train and everything ---but I don't give a hoot. Be sure to write from Marseilles and cable when you get in, And don't forget I'm conning out in March." The girl clung desperately to her brother, her soft arms locked about him. Matt Kearney could feel that she was trembling and: "What's the natter with Kid Sis- ter?" he asked, squeezing her. "Kid Sister's miserable!" "Because you don't want to go back?" ' No. But because somehow, Matt dear," she whispered very close to his ear, "I feel frightened about this journey. Don't be mad with me, I know it's silly, and I ought to be used to travelling by now. But I've got a wobbly, funny feeling." Kearney looked down at the tangled curls nestling upon his shoulder; and. in the light shining out from the cosy stateroom they gleamed and shimmer- ed like burnished bronze. He hugged her affectionately and told himself that a chill suddenly experienced and resembling cold water trickling down his spine was due physically to the clammy quality of the night, and men- tally to the girl's overwrought con- dition. But he was used to Eileen's moods, to the odd streak of superstition—a legacy from their Irish -American fa- ther• --which sometimes he distrusted but always understood. "Kid dear," he said, and stroked her hair, "play fair, Seeing little girls off is bad enough anyway, without giv- ing a fellow the breeze up," "I'ni sorry, Matt. It was utterly Big Pig of me." She glanced up; and her blue -grey eyes were calm, except that he had a fleeting, odd impression that some- thing—a shadow—had been banished at that very moment from them. f'No—only Little Pig," he said play- fully. "I only wish I were coming with you." "It wasn't fair, and I shouldn't have said it. It's just this beastly fog and having to Iet you go ashore in it. Give me a kiss, Matt, and we'll go and hunt Jack Rattray—although I really don't know how you're going to get hone." Wisps of mist floated under the lights. Not another soul was in sight on that deck, but there was activity on: the deck belorw, and a tremendous clamor: on the dockside. The R.M.S. Wallaroo was going, out in the morn- ing—sixteen hours late, thanks to one of those fogs, London Special,. wlech sometimes hold up Thames traffic for whole days. All the other passengers seemed to have retired, with the pos- sible exception of . a few stragglers who might have been found in the smokeroonn." One last lingering- glance Kearney cast into the cosy stateroom which Eileen was to occupy tc Colombo. He would cheerfully have resigned six months' pay to be going too. The ward- robe trunk, which he had labelled him- self, a green hat on the rack above the bed, a camera hung on the back of a chair, a dressing case open on the table. The box of a hundred cigar- ettes which Dawson Haig had brought down to the steamer that morning lay on the turned -back coverlet, and a pile of magazines on top of an unopened cabin trunk; three novels which Matt had brought for Eileen in the rack beside the green hat. "Ah, well!" he sighed, "you'll be a comfortable Little Pig. Winter, the purser, is a star turn. You're at his table, and he'll see that everything's right. Jack Rattray is an old pal, so that you won't lack company." "I shan't lack company," said Eileen archly. Her mood changed, and she smiled -mischievously. But Kearney welcom- ed the change, and: "You little devill" he said, and squeezed her hard. "Don't forget there's a spy aboard:' "I might buy him over!" said Eileen. "I'll tell ,Billy Haig!" "Oh, don't please do that!". Eileen'. exclaimed in mock horror. "He !night never run out to Colombo to have a cup of tea with me as he promised!" But really her heart. was very sad. Becaase she didn't expect ever to see Dawson Haig again. • She made a charming figure in; the light streaming from the cabin door, simply, dressed though she was in a jumper and tweed skirt. And Matt. Kearney felt affectionately proud of his dainty sister. However: "Come on," said he. "Let's go and dig old Rattray out. I :trust positively beat it. I've got at least a quarter of an hour's walk through dockland, and failing divine luck, a long voyage by motor bus." Jack Rattray, chief officer of the Wallaroo, was exchanging a few leasantries with the boss stevedore y the hatch of Number Three hold. ut he broke off this not too parlia England's record hot day was in August, 1911, when the temperature in London touched 100 In the shade. VIKING GOLD SYNDICATE Owuing 1,000 acres one mile west' of NOEtANDA. Write for information. 330 13ay St, Toronto mentary debate when the clamming passenger, now wrapped in a warm Cu:- coat, appeared beside him with Kearney, "What about a final?" asked Rat- tz ay. "No final for me," ICearney replied, 'Just think, old lad. Fortunately, I know the way, but even so, the pros- pect isn't cheering," He grasped Rat - tray's hand. "Good night, and all eh; best. I know you'll look after her." Rattray, tall, leisurely, taciturn, smiled his slow smile. His teeth were very white and his coloring very fresh, and: "Sure thing, Bo'!" said he. "You're mocking me!" Eileen cried, and punched the speaker forcibly in the ribs, "I don't have an accent like that. I speak better English than you do, anyway!" "You speak more English," Rattray drawled provocatively. "Very Big Pig," said Eileen, But Kearney left the ship in a hap- pier mood and experienced no return of that unpleasant chill. Eileen was in good company, and the voyage would pass like three days. "Thank you, sir," said the man on the gangway, as he slipped half-a- crown into his hand. "Good night." "Good night," Kearney called, and picked his way through litter on the dockside. Just under an arc he Paus- ed, turned, and looked back.. Jack Rattray. and Eileen were standing on the deck by the gangway. Already a eurtain of mist obscured the ship from his view, making their figures oddly dine. But he knew they could see him; and standing there he waved his hat and shouted: "Good-bye until March, and good luck!" "Good-bye, Matt," came the girl's voice, and: "Cherri-ho, old boy." ' That was Rattray. The fascinating activity of those dicks claimed Kearney. Hera East meets West; produce of ''she Spice Is- lands, team of Ceylon, the timbers of Burma, jostle ironmongery from Bir- mingham, lie cheek by jowl with chem- ical products of Silvertewn. At night, especially,, under dockland floodlights, aniid river noises and the hoarse voices of workers, the mystery of the Port of London, type of a vast and ever - teaming wheel of empire, touched the poetry which was part of -him. At times he thought of it as -a strange, grand song; which. he improperly understood, to which he lu'tew that even Kipling had failed to give its true color; which must elude the highest genius, because, although it was the worri- of man, it transcended man, be - trig a god which man had created but no longer. controlled. He gave up his card to the police- man on duty, and ten paces beyond, looking back, could see merely a dim blur, making the site of the boa which that official occupied. "If this damn fog continues," he re- flected, "my prospects a -'e indifferent." He stood there for a momene look- ing about him and failing to notice a man who, ten paces away, seemed to be 'watching the dock gates—a tallish man wearing a white raincoat, collar turned up, and a soft brown hat with the brim pulled down. But th. other man had seen Kearney—and the sight of Kearney had set him dreaming... Misty, wet streets faded f_om ken with their din of rumbling lorries, and the watcher of the dock gates was transported to Colombo—Colombo a year before. A year! It seemed only like a week! The mist dispersed be- fore the eyes of the dreamer by the gates. He saw Mount Lavhda Hotel, and a petite, slender girl in a blue frock crossing the deserted mahogany dance floor. She had been a sort of revelation, opening his eyes to all that had been lacking. He was among the stars again, could see the winking light house callously stabbing the tropical night, hear the plaintive tre- molo of a Tamil love chant floating up from the village.... From these haunting memories he was abruptly jerked back to reality. He withdrew into shadow. . A man was coming out of the gates —so muffled up in a heavy fur -collar- ed coat that his features were indis- tinguishable. This man turned sharp- ly left, passed Kearney, 'and was swallowed up in the fog. And as he vanished, something an instinct perhaps; or was it a faint odor suggestive of musk?—suddenly brought Kearney an unaccountable return of hat sensation as though colawater trickled down his spine. He stared into the -2 og. Had someone passed him—or had he irnagined it? He hated this sensation -as of an indefinable dread -which twice, now, had oppressed him. A hand rested on his shoulder. Kearney twisted about with a cry. The man in the white raincoat stood jest behind him. And, stock still, . the other'slac : peering into e "Goof] Lord!" Rearncy exclaimed joyfully, "it's Dawson Haig!" h . Eileen watdhed from the ]'ail until fog hanging over the dockside swat-; ed up Matt's figure. She turned and looked at Jack Rattray, Seeing her expression: "Whatever's the matte', Mimi?" said he. ..- ._.., .. _ 1. ..... '... ROUYANDA GOLD SYNDICATE in the heart of the Rouyn District, Capitalization 10,000 Units, Original . public offering $20 :t Unit. Ad.jo1ning Northern Quebec Gold, ,Astoria Rouyn, and Granada Noranda a near neighbor. Favorable Geology^ leas. ily accessible Extensive Findings In GOLD.The stock values of 'Cana- dlan Mines have more than doubled in 18 months. Do you wish to par. tloiriate In Canada's new wealth? Further information-- RALEIGH A. PRICE AND CO. x609 Royal Bank Bldg., Tgroata. Yhone Wave le 2. -,-�-.-•.:.,,.-*-., �._ � - li�..Y 354. "Oh, I don't know, Jack!" she re- plied, and swept her hair back from her forehead irritably. She was angry with herself, "I'm behaving like a perfect little idiot tonight. And :f you ask me why, I can't tell you, It's just jird -jams. Except that I think it began with a horrible looking man wearing a fur -collared overcoat!" (To be continued.) Printed Where You Used to Live 'Tisn't filled with cuts and pictures, nor the latest news dispatches, And the paper's often dampened and the print is sometimes blurred; There is only one edition, and the eye quits often catches, Traces of a missing letter and at times a misspelled word. No cablegrams nor "specials', any- where the eye engages, The make-up is maybe a trifle crude and primitive. But an atmosphere of home life fills and permeates the pages, Of the little country paper printed where you used to live. Now the heart grows soft and tender while its columns you're perusing Every item is familiar, every name you know full well. And a flood of recollections passes o'er you as you're musing On the past and weaves about you an imaginative spell. You can see the old home village, once again in fancy, seeming, To be clasping hand of neighbor, or friend and relative; And their faces rise before you, as you're idly, fondly dreaming O'er the little country paper printed where you used to live. And you note a vine -clad cottage, with the roses nestling round it; Hear the voice of mother calling for the long -gone fugitive. Like the echo of her pleading, me- mories repeat and sound it Through the little country paper printed where you used to live. Every printed line reminds you of the days long since departed; Here a boyhood's chum is mentioned, there a schoolmate's name appears; And the eye grows moist in reading, while the soul grows heavy-heart- ed O'er the changes time has wrought throughout the swiftly passing years. 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