The Huron Expositor, 1950-01-06, Page 71i
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CHAPTER 1
The soft -toned c'hin;(es sounded
again, and Ann. said Under •her
breath, "Darn!" She cau'gbt up
her bag and gloves; and raced doyen
the stairs, slowing to a Walk as
she entered the big, dim, 014 Ohl -
big -room. • • ..
Sarah, straight as an arrow, the
tbhick'drown of I}er snowy hair
smartly cut and waved, looked up,
tat Aer with displeasure in her dark
eyes and her still soft, still pretty
mouth a little thin. • Sarah, at sev-
-enty, was still very .much a 'power
to be reckoned with; •and,,Ann'S
heart sank a little a5 she saw ,the
(signs -of battle in the piercing dark
eyes.
"Good morning, Sarah," she
greeted: her grandmother cheerily
and dropped into her place at the
table. "Sorry- I was late." • •
Sarah,- pouring a golden brown
stream, of coffee ,from. the, beautiful
old Georgian silver pot; sa-d'curt
ty, "From the -way you are dressed,
I should judge you are going in to
town his morning. Shopping, I
"
suppose?
"You dont suppose anything of
the kind, darling," Ann contradiet-
ad hes grandmother cheerfully, dig-
ging her spoon carelessly into her
grapefruit,. which protnptly retali-
ated by spurting a stream of -juice
into her eye.' "This is my first-day
as a working girl and -I can't afford
to be late."
Sarah made 'a little' sound that
in one less distinguished, less well
bred,. might have been called a
snort.
• "A. working girl!, I've never head
.of such arrant nonsense," said
Sarah sharply. "If • you had the
sense the good Lord gave geese--"
"I know, angel -pet, if I had the
sense of an oyster, I Would marry
Lyn Frazier, and live the life of
Riley on his inherited estate," Ann
interrupted her, and- now there was
less cheerfulness arid more of a
done .that sounded like her grand
snd£her. "But I haven't -any sense,
as you have pointed out to me ever
wince I insisted on having a jab on
-the Courier! I'm not going to mar-
ry anybody unless" I'm in love with
fir"
"You sound like your mother,"
said Sarah, her 'mouth thinning a
little, for Sarah had net liked Jane
Clayton.
"But' you're all Clayton," she
purred ,gently. '
Ann nodded. "And .knowing that,
you'd Still, try to prevent my work-
ing. on -the Courier?" she asked
quietly. "When your grandfather
started•'the paper, and it's been
owned by Claytons ever since --
until a syndicate's bought it? Yon,-
above evsryorie eis.e, Sarah, sliould
understand why I insisted on that
elause -in the sale contract- that
-gives nie a job as reporter—" -
"At twenty dollars a week!" Sar-
ah cut in. •
"Until I've proved I'm worth,
More," Ann- retorted. " .
They-i3tudjed, �.ach„,other for a
Hong moment. You might have
thought that they were. enemies,
but you -would have been wrong,
for they were very fond of each
other, these last two Claytons.
"You'll- do," said .Sarah after a
moment, and sighed and her voice
warmed.. "I know, darling, why
you are so, determined to work—"
"Because I've got newspaper' ink
in my blood—" '
"Because. we are ' desperately
hard up, and my small annuity
"So you're Ann'Clayton! • Is that Info
is barely 'enough to keep us .going!"
Sarah finished, as though Ann had
not spoken. "But we could let the
servants go and sell this place."
They were quiet for awhile,
these two, thinking private thoughts
about loyalty and old family hous-
es. A clock ticked steadily on
somewhere in the dim background.
That -reminded Ann. . She sprang
to her feet; swooped up her 'purse
and - gloves from a chair, and
marched -over to Sarah.
"Look, old dear," she said softly,
"please wish me luck. I feel as if
I never needed anything so much
in my life!"
Sarah sat looking at her grand-
daughter, Ann, ,quietly for' a mo-
ment.. "So you want me -to wish
you luck, eh, child? Well, I guess
I can do that .much. Wishing for
luck is about the closets we Clay -
tons 'have .Come to it. tor quite a
while."
Ann swooped and kissed Sarah's
e shininghead.Then sh
white, e
rac-
ed for the hall, calling back gome
cheerful nonsense over her shoul-
der as she went.
"Take pay car, Ann," shouted
Sarah, "I shan't be .needing it this
morxYing."
Ann visualized•, the ancient elec-
tric that had been furbished up and
which Sarah drove with such .dig-
nity and aplomb, barely concealed
a giggle. "Thanks, darling, but I
think it would look better for a
working girl to use a more .ordin-
ary mode of transportation, don't
you?"
The Courier was the eity's only
morning newspaper, It 'was a city
of well over a hundred thousand,
Lt i4 ambitions towards becoming
the most outstanding city in the
South Sarah's grandfather had
started the paper as a weekly and
it had gained some prominence:_ In
the war between the. states the
paper•• had been destroyed,' along
with its plants, but almost .before
the ashes had •cooled, Sarah's
young husband, who had left a leg
at ,Bull Run, had started it again.
As•Ann had said, the Claytons and
the Courier were one, and it had
all. but •broken Ann's heart when
the paper hada to be sold six
mbnths earlier to a Northern syn-
dicate to satisfy mortgages and
debts that had swallowed up ,the
last penny of the amount the sale
had brought.. But Ann had man-
aged to wrangle a job for herself
in the sale contract, and that
would, she reminded herself, keep
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rmation supposed to bowl me over?"
a Clayton on the job! Claytons
and the Courier! Acombination
she would not allow to be broken
up as long as she lived.
,The ugly, smoke-stained, grimy
looking, four -storied red brick
building that housed the Courier
loomed before her and she stepped
inside and looked at herself anx-
iously in the long mirror beside the
elevator. Her jade -green tweeds
were smart looking, and didn't look
a year old; her shining blue -black
hair swept up at just exactly the
right angle to meet the silly, en-
gaging' little hat; her gray eyes,,
with their thick black Iaahe% were
a little scared, but she made her-
self smile and that wiped out the
fear. flooded, a Iittle, relieved that
the reflection did her so much cred-
it, and took a certain amount of
composure from the thought as the
elevator descended and she step-
ped into it.
The city room had not changed
e happily,
a scrap, she told herself 1Y pp y,
and sniffed delightedly at tht well=
remembered smell of ink and glue
and typewriter carbon and ciga-
rette smoke and a thousand other
ingredients that all added their
note to the "newspaper office
smell:" • •
Half a d'ozen,coatless men sat
draped at typewriters; the news
tickers talked in muted tones and
a bored re -write • man sat lis - ' n
A man glanced up at Ann, . ,eked
pleased at the sight of her a,:•al-
most forgot himself so far as o
remove 'the cigarette from his
mouth and stand up, almost, • but
not quite. He remembered just in
time and merely looked at her in-
quiringly—and with interest.
'"Tracy Driscoll?" h'e repeated her
question and jerked a thumb to-
wards a corner where a man sat
at a. batter4ed desk,• two or three
telephones before him, a' mass of
untidy papers piled up in front of
him. "Over there."
Ai Ann neared the desk where
Tracy Driscoll sat, one of the tele-
phones barked at him and he
snatched it up. A moment later
he was roaring furiously, "What
the' blankety-blank, double -starred
infernal so-and=so ,do ' you mean,
you can't get it?
. So he'll kick
you downstairs, and we'll sue him
—and it'll be an even better story
=so what? , . . Look, Hayden,
either get the story, or • get your
cheque at the cashier's window'. Is
that clear?"
He banged the telephone down
without waitingfor the man to an-
swer, and Ann stared at him, wide-
eyed. ., As :though he felt her gaze, '
he looked up at her and his eyes
were green fire, blazing with an- ;
ger, and his thick dark red hair
stood on end as though -he had a
habit of runningrestless, angry
fingers through it.
' His eyes swept Ann from the top
of her shining head to the tips of
the neat brown brogues, and he -
didn't seem at all.. impressed. He
only growled, "Society Department
on the next floor," and went back
to- reading copy. ,
"1 know," Ann told him gently.
"I'm not .:1•ooking for the Society
Department—I'm looking for you.
I'm Ann Clayton."
The big,.redh'ertded, green-eyed,
angry young than looked up at her
again; •aliid .as his eyes swept over
her once more the drawled 'sweetly.
"So you're Ann,Clayton! Do tell!
is that information supposed to
bowl me over?"
"I don't know." Ann's voice
matched his for sweetness tipped
with venom and the glint in her
eyes had deepened. "Do you bowl
easily? I hope not, for if I'm go-
ing to work here—"
"If you're going to work here,"
he cut in neatly. -"Which, of course,
you're' not--"
"Ob, but I am, Mr. Driscoll," she
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Shown 'above is Canada's first streamlined diesel pas§anger
locomotive—Canadian Paoific's 1800. Delivered. to thef C.P.R. by
General Motors, the 2,250 -horsepower locomotive was tine of the first
of the new E-8 design to come off the assembly Iine•of the G -M plant
at LaGrange, Illinois. She will be. joined' shortly by two sister en-
gines, completely dieseliziraj MentreaVto Boston passenger trains.
Freight service on' the line, between Montreal and Wells Rivers, Vt.,
has already been dieselized. N. R. Crump (left insdt), vice-president
of the Canadian Pacific Railway, is shown receiving a gold reverser
handle, from C. R. Osborn, vice-president of General, Motors and
general manager of the •Electro -Motive Division at LaGrange, at
theoceremonies when the giant diesel was turned over. Mr. Osborn
said that the memento was symbolic of the inaugutration of diesel -
powered passenger service in Canada.
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told him sweetly, giving him her
very best smile,' whose effect was
somewhat spoiled by the fury in
her eyes. "I•t says so in the sales
contract. Remember?"
',with Tracysat erecti•th a startled
,w, s
look in his eyes that only deepen-
ed their anger. -
"Oh, so you're the' g:r1 Jerome
told me about," he burst out,•obvi-
ously just remembering.
Ann set her teeth and counted
rapidly to ten, 'trying to tell her-
self it wasn't' ladylike to smack
him, much hs she yearned- to do
just that. But when she had count -
d• to ten, she was 4- little surpris-
e. ' o. , : - r a voice that soundly
vaguely lilt hers, but couldn't have
been because it was calm and con.
trolled, almost serene. "Look, Mr.
Driscoll, I don't `know just why it
is that -the very sight of me seems
to infuriate you beyond all rea-
son—"
"You flatter yourself. my sweet,"
said -Tracy and in his tone- the last
two words became an insult, "I'm
infuriated because .the war hasn't
left me'a single. solitary reporter
with a nickel's worth of brains,"
"But that's where you're wrong.,
Mr. Driscoll." Ann's voice still'
sounded mild ar.d gentle, though
her eyes were blazing. "The war
has lent you me. and I've got at
least fifty cents worth of brainat'
and they are completely at the
Courier's service." '
"Do tell!", Tracy drawled again,
rocking his chair a little. his bit-
ter, derisive green eyes taking her
in again; taking plenty of time
about it thistime, lingering a lit-
tle. .Then suddenly, he straighten-,
ed up, brought himself back' to his
coPY, and said curtly, "Look, why
don't you run away and play with
your dolls, Baby? I've got Work.,to
do."
Once more Ann was very still,
her hands clenched, tightly, and
counted to ten before she said
through her teeth :" "Look here,,, MI-.
Smarty Pants. my great -great-
grandfather founded the Courier
and Claytons have run it all its
life—"
"Until the Claytons ran a swell,
newspaper into complete oblivion
and my syndicate bought it' arid
sent. me down here to pull it out of
a hole," Tracy., remihded her dryly,
`'With Haynes Jerome, who has
been on the paper since tb.e.. was a
twelve -year-old copy boy, as man-
aging editor. and a clause in the
contract that says I am to have a
job if I like," 'Ann finished neatly.
"And I do like, so where's my desk
and my typewriter and where. do I
hang my hat?"
-Tracy's eyes swept her again
and he said grimly, ."Like I said,
the society's department's on the
next floor—"
"You don't Bear very well, do
you, Mr. Driscoll?" asked Ann
wearily. "There's no vacancy in
the society,departmeht'and if there
were, I wouldn't • want it. I'nm a
graduate journalist of a good col-
lege." Tracy groaned and put his
head" in his hands and his elbows
Flying the flag indicators of a manifest special tide milldam and .powerful
tottli`diesel lirovides appropriate background for Donald Gordonwho
wit preside over he destinies of the Canadian National System beginning
January 1..
The Thankless'
(Continued from Page 6)
still one more reason why •parents
do not like teachers. They are
afraid to think what they•woul'dsdo
'without them during the five or
six hours of every day when the
teachers act as servants, tending
children in lieu of their mothers.
Let's bre honest with ourselves.
How long will our unconscious re-
sentment against, teachers prevent
us from granting them a standard.
of living which will place.them on
an economic level with ourselves?
How long is -it. going to take us to
grant teachers the prestige which
the importance of their work de-
serves? Or are we going to con-
tinue to, think of them as we do'
now, as 'a class of superior seri°
ants, generally unreliable,, occasion-
ally noble,,. and picturesque, upon
whom we 'depend to have certain
tasks performed which we are un-
able or unwilling to perform our:
selves?
Perhaps. it would be easier to
grant prestige to teachers if we
realized more fully the nature. and -
demands of ,their worth It is a
commonly • held belief .hat Mell-
ing is an easy life because the
teacher, gets off at four every af-
ternoon, does no work our. Satur-
days, and has long summer holi-
days. Yet no myth could be more
contrary to the truth.
So far from being easy, good
teaching is one of the most ardu-
ous, exacting and difficult tasks a.
human being can perform. To teach
well requires an unending- expense
of a man on woman's spirit. There
is no system, no formula, no .train-
ing which will mitke possible 'an
avoidance of . this expense of spir-
it. Anyone, with a callous mind and
no imagination can be a drill -mas-
ter, but only the most sensitive
and sympathetic spirits can really
teach, and only the strongest con-
stitutions can, endure the ".long
strain of a school year. To teach
well means more than the trs-
ference of knowledge; it means Itis
transference of some of one's own
energy to the pupil. 'I have known
teachers` who shrank from doing
this,' but none of them was suc-
cessful. I have never known a good
teacher who did not do it at least
parr of every day he worked. -
It is this ,necessity of out -giving
whichmakesgood teaching so rack-
ing to the nervous system, just as
it also makes being -a. teacher some-
thing of a reward in itself. A man
now-liigtf tri Canadian public life
who once taught with . the inten-
tion of remaining in the profession,
told- me that no cabinet meeting
had ever drained his vitality so
deeply as one hard day in the class
room. Woodrow Wilson, during
the 4lrst term of his presidency.
admitted to a professor under
whom I later worked that he had
never encountered tensions in the
White House greater than those he
had endured during his presidency
of• Princeton. It is true that Wil-
son's last years in Princeton were
distracted by an intramural cou-
tro'versy of violent severity. but it
Is also true that Wilson was a
great te'acher' and the intensity
on his desk, but Ann went steadily
on, "and I was promised a job in
the city room' and here I am ready
to go to work!" -
While Ann and Tracy kept.argu-
ing on about just who was and who
Wasn't going to work for the Cour-
ier, neither 'of them noticed the
big, middle-aged, well-groomed
man who had emerged from a pri-
vate office opening/ off ., the city
room. He' stood, a little uneasily.
near them.
His round, rather florid face, lit
with pale blue eyes, wore a slight-
ly hunted look. but he stepped for-
ward, saying briskly, "Well, well,
Ann, how are you? I aee'ydu and
Mr. Driscoll have already met—"
"Oh, very definitely!".. Ann as-
sured Haynes Jerome as she put
her hands in his,
'Tracy sa14 furiously, "Now eee
here, Jerome, 1 can't have 'the ga
per weighted down with amateurs
and .'high 4ehool kids. I've got a
paper to -get out—" •
(Continued Nett Week)
-.
.which -he summoned to his work
itself the main .cause of the
controversy which nearly ruined
his health. "
Under the best of circumstances
the teacher deals ,with humanity in
the raw, with a clamorous human-
ity which in these days feels no
reverence for elders and is quick
to exploit every weakness of any-
one in authority. Igy the constant
exercise of wit, personality and
such spiritual force as he possess-
es; the teacher must. canalize the
diffuse energies of" ::growing chil-
dren:into tasks which few of them
,have an instinct to perform. Only
the most vital' and capable of men
and• women are able to do .this
work well. )ti w e 1. We therefore dour;
a
selves the greatest possible dis-
service in our obstinate refusal to
make the Itioaching profession on one
which vita and capable people are
eager to enter, It is ridiculous to
expect a good teacher to be hum-
ble. On the, contrary, everything
possible should be done to foster
his independence . and self-confi-
dence. Not one man in five thou-
sand can feel confidence and inde-
pendence if he lives in poverty...
Right now. is a very good time
to stop our hypocritical pretense
'that it is impossible to improve the
Status of teachers in Canada. We
can have the finest system of pub-
lic education in the world within
tea years of taking one rgcessary
step: pay our teachers at least
three times what we pay them now
and require a college'degree from
ever one of them, It is -idle to
pretend that we cannot afford to
do it. Of course 'we can if we want
to enough, Let us be honest and
recognize that it s we ourselves
who are responsible for the trag-
edy of our country's teachers, and
fpr the fact that our public schools
are at the present time a national
disgrace.
Amea:''ie lin
at the hR�r' bla b
to Association, off'
Pt * 0, 1%nsas
aceoidllrg to Sea.
sistaiit Clllef (Seed Potato "
cation), bi:00on of'. Pld!ni Pr
tion; Safenoe ,Servicer Dt1!awa,
addition -to Ur.Sea43n011, - o
Canadian 4rfficiale .. •aytte.nding •th '
Meeting* ial•eluded. N M. , .ante,'
Potato ••Specialist, Central JxPeri-'
mental Farm, Ottawa; Dr , W; te S
Kemp, O.A,C., GuelPb S. .?.. Pep
pin. District Inspector4m-Charge,.
Seed Potato Certification, Charlot-
tetown, P.E.I., • and Mrs. J. B
ams, Dominion. Entomological Lab-
oratory, Fredericton, N.B.
Over twenty-five papers were
presented during the 'three-day
meeting. Various topics relative
to potato production problems. in
Canada and the United States were.
discussed, ranging from disease.
control tb the utilization of petajso:.
by-products. One paper was ot
particular interest not only to virus
research workers, but to all certi-
fied seed potato growers interest-
ed
nteresteid in maintaining disease-free seed
stocks. This was delivered by R.
H. Larson, University of Wiscon-
sin, entitled, "The Spread of Ring -
spot Virus X By Cutting Knife."
Working with the Chippewa and
Katandin varieties, the American.
scientist found that only, 2.4 per
cent transmission occurred when
the eyed were avoided .in cutting,
but that when at least two eyes
were damaged by the cutting knife,
the transmission rate jumped to 52
per cent infection.
Three papers were given by the
Canadian members; one by Mrs.
J. B. Adams on "Potato Aphid
Control Studies"; one by N. M.
Parks, entitled "Procedure for the
Introduction of New Varieties of
Potatoes in Canada," and one by
S. G. Peppin, "Seed Potato Cer-
tification in Canada." Other papers
presented dealt with such 'topics
as the use of various tap killers
chem:ical.. ,weed control, use of
sulphur in scab control, insect
control and crop yields, tests.wwith
new fungicides ici
d s and other .subjects
vital to successful, potato produc-
tion.
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Seaforth.
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Memorial Craftsmen
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Seaforth Showrooms Open Tuesday
See Dr, -Harburn for 'appoint-
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Exeter.
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THE HURON
EXPOSITOR
SE`A`OETH
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Please God!
ot to Mese !
Not to mine, this horrible crippler:
-Not-ft; mine this thing with the long scientific name, poliomyelitis, this thing that means
misery and pain in the language of the little ones.
Not to mine to wear a brace, to hobble, to limp:
Not to mine to hear the laughter of others, to watch them at play, to cry the bitter
tears of childhood lost forever.
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Please God! Not to mine!
And let me help those to whom it does come, this crippler, this
destroyer. •
Let me give to help the helpless:
Let my dollars• and my prayers go with these little ones}
that some day, some time, children everywhere
will walk without fear, free of childhood's greatest
enemy, Poliomyelitis.
1 am glad 1 have the privi-
lege, of giving to the
Canadian March,
of Dimes.
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Give to.
,
THE 'CANADIAN'
MARCH Or - DIMES,
(The Canadiaa4Fosndation; for Pol owyelit(s),
410 BLOOR ST. EA`5"1','[ORONTO,
Space contributed
" - in the service of
t h i ,a community
by, ;TOM: Labatt.
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