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The Huron Expositor, 1950-01-13, Page 7'p�,�yyuF a iMi,�mrrr:r: xizxr r •Iv:•�i<,. . 1U, Mr' .13 1950 CHAPTER II Young' Ann "Clayton deism den to breakfast one morn ing, eager to get started on the first day.of her job on the cour- ier. Grandmother Sarah, lov- able ouable but severe, does not ap- prove.' The glaytons, . long a distinguished Southern family, have lost many of': their [hold- ings. Ann insists on bucking tradition and going• to work. At the Courier office she meets Tracy Drits'coll, •the editor, and. says she is going to work for him.. He is very rude to her. Ann pcints out that there is a contract stating that a Clayton could work on the paper if. he chose. •'Now, now," protested Haynes ,Jerome hurriedly, not quite meet- ing either Tracy's blazing green eyes • or Ann's that were quite as angry. '"I'm sure Ann will make you a very competent and valuable employee, Driscoll! The paper's lucky to get her." Tracy made a rude sound that brought the color to Antes cheeks and made her hands clench ttgh't- 3 eShe had never ached to smack anybody so hard in her life. How 'dared he behave so to her? How dared he take it for granted just tby looking at her that he couldn't write? Why should he take it for granted that she didn't need a job? She did, desperately, but no one must know that, no one except Haynes Jerome, who had been her father's closest friend aid was al - 'most Tike a member of her •own family, Haynes sai•,d hurriedly, "Oh, and about thatlg}rl-friend of yours, Driscoll — the one for whom you wanted a job. There's an opening How f Subdued Wild Fiery Itch - Dr. Dennis' amazingly fast relief —A,D. D. 1Prescription—did the trick. World pop8ler, alga pure cooling; liquid medication speeds peace eace and comfort from cruel itching caused ay eczema. pimples" rashes. athlete's foot mad other itch troubles. Trial bottle. 350. 8Srst application checks even them st intense "itch or money back.'Ask druggist f r D. D. D. 8Tsescription (ordinary or extra etre gth) now. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE CO'Y. BEAD OFFICE—SEAFORTH, Ont. OFFICERS: Frank McGregor, Clinton - Pres. Chris. Leonhardt, Brodhagen, Vice - President. Merton A. Reid, Seaforth, Manager and Secretary -Treasurer. DIRECTORS: Chris. , Leonhardt, Brodhagen; E. J. Trewartha, Clinton ; Harvey. Fuller, R.R. 2, Gederich; J. H. Me - Ewing, R.R. 1, Blyth; Frank Mc- -Gregor, R.R, 5, Clinton ; Hugh Alexander, R.R. 1, Walton; Robert Archibald, R.R. 4, Seaforth; John L. Malone, R.R. 5, Seaforth; S. H. Whitmore, R.R. 3, Seaforth. AGENTS Finlay McKercher, R.R. 1, Duty • sin; E. Pepper, ru e1d; J. E. Prneter, Brodhagen; George A. Watt, Blyth. in the classified ad department. [.this morning, on the Courier, and Pm sure she's 'i?e quite happy there. Have her report, to Good- man in the morning. I'll see you later, Ann. We must have lunoh together soon." And with the air of one remov- ing himself from danger, Haynes made his escape, leaving the two enemies to stand glaring at each other. "So you want to be a reporter, do you, Clayton?" Tracy asked•and his tone was so warm and friendly that suspicion leaped in her mind. • "I do," she told him curtly. "And I .intend to be—in spite of you!" , He nodded as though that was quite 'understandable. "0. K., then, you win," he said almost gently and. scribbled some- thing on the slip. "Hop overdo the city morgue,- and ask. Jim; see what you can get on that stiff they pulled out of the river this morn- ing." Ann caught her breath as though he had flung ice water in her face; her hand shook a little as, eluct- antly, she took the slip of paper. "The—the—city morgue?" she stammered and swa4iowed. Tracy looked up, at her, acid amusement and 'derision in his eyes. . "What's the matter, Clayton, can't you take it?" he wanted to know. "It's a routine story—any cub reporter could handle it. It ought not to be too tough for a Clayton!" 'Her chin went up and her color came back, beneath the sting in his words, the look in his eyes. "I'm sure,- it won't be," she told him coolly. "And.'neither will you! I came here wanting to be friend- ly and do my job to the best of my ability, illaybe I'ni a , rotten re- porter—how. can I tell until I try? But how dare you take it for grant- ed I am, without so much as giving me a chance to• prove I'm not? You've made up your mind to be tough! • Well, that's quite all right with me. 1 can do it the hard way too!" And before he could answer, she turned on her heel and w:.alked out of the office. He had been quite sure she would refuse the assign- ment, Instead she had accepted it with words that stung alittle. The city' morgue was a place hitherto known to Ann very vague- ly as an adjunct to the city hospi- tal, where she had done nurse's aid duty. The big charity hospital oc- cupied a very long block in one of the slummier sections of Midland City, and as Ann made her way through the grimy, smelly street& in the 'brink spring sunshine that made everything look even dingier, she felt a' little sick. She drew a -deep breath and made herselfwalk up the steps. but at the top she collided with a man hurrying out of the building and fo.r a moment they rocked, and the man's arms steadied her, and then the man looked, down at her: A -tall, blonde, ' pleasant -looking man in his very early thirties, an expensive camel's rair coat top- ping a well -tailored dark suit, set- ting off a really superlative silken scarf. "Well, if it isn't little Annie, the joy of my heart!" the young man greeted her exuberantly, 'What in Heaven's name, are you doing here ',his morning, angel -face?" "An assignment," Ann said and the little thrill of the words helped to steady her. "I'm working, as of Your Business Directory • LEGAL McCONNELL & HAYS Barrister's, Solicitors. Etc. PATRICK D. McCONNELL H. GLENN HAYS' County Crown Attorney SEAFORTH, ONT. Telephone 174 A. W. SILLERY Barrister, Solicitor, Etc, IP Phone 173, Seaforth SEAFORTH - ONTARIO OPTOMETRIST M. ROSS SAVAUGE Optometrist Eyes examined and glasses fit- ted. Oculists' prescriptions accur- ately ccur ately filled.• Phone 194, Evenings 120, Seaforth. VETERINARY fi J. O. TURNBULL, D.V.M., V.S. Main Street Seaforth PHONE 105 AUCTIONEERS HAROLD JACKSON Specialist in . Farm and House- hold Sales. .Licensed in Huron and Perlrh 'Counties. Prices reasonable; sat- isfaction guaranteed. 'For 'information, etc., • write or phone HAROLD JACKSON, 14 on >661, Seaforth; R.R. 4, Seaforth. • EDWARD W.• ELLIOTT Liceflsed Auctioneer Correspondence promptly answer- ed. Immediate arrangements calk be made for sale dates by phoning 203, Clinton. Charges moderate and satisfaction guaranteed. , JOSEP'H L: -RYAN MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC E. A: McMASTER, B.A., M.D. Internist - P. L BRADY, M.D. Surgeon Office Hours: 1 p.m. to 5 p.m., daily, except Wednesday and -Sun- day. EVENINGS: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday only, 7-9 p.m. Appointments made in advance are desirable. Spocialist'in farm; stock and Im- plements and .houlsehold effects. eatisfatlticn guaranteed. Licensed In Huron and Perth Counties, For particulars and'open dates, 'write of one JOSEPH L. RYAN A.R. 1, Dublin. Mono 40 r- 421102 6r' lilt. 421 52. y f� t W g?hlipyt y. JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D. . Physician and Surgeon IN DR. H. H. ROSS' OFFICE Phones,: Office 5-W; Res. 5-J • • Seaforth DR. M. W. STAPLETON bR. ROSS HOWSON Physicians and Surgeons Phone.: 90 Seaforth DR. F. J. R. FORSTER 'Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, .Cuiversity of Toronto. Late assistant New York Opthal- mei and Aural Institute, Moore - field's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hospital, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL HOTEL, Seaforth, third Wednesday in every month. 53 Waterloo St. South, Stratford. JOHN C. GODDARD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Rhone 110 Hensall C.N.R. TIME. TABLE GOING EAST (Morning) Goderich (leave) Seaforth Stratford (arrive) (Afternoon) Goderich (leave) Seaforth Stratford (arrive) GOiNG WEST (Morning) Stratford (leave) Seaforth . doderioh (arrive) (Afternoon) Stratford h' (ieiawe) God 1Clt (arrive) rft+Y try Lli;k 4r my first assignment has to do with —'a story about a dead man—found in the river this morning—" "Who the devil ever sent you to the city morgue, on any such story as that, Anil? That's routine stuff that always goes in over the tele- phone, unless 'there are unusual circumstances. If Jerome sent you out on any such story, I'll nail his hide to his office wall!" he said furiously. • Ann felt soothed and comforted by Lyn's anger, 'but she said quickly, "it was Tracy Driscoll, the new City . Editor, "And he thinks I'm a softie and can't take it. He's trying to make me quit, so he can give my jab to • hia girl- friends—let's;nail his hide to ,his office wall, Lin!" "You're going through with it?" asked Lyn. "But of course," she answered him promptly. "How do I go about ;t?" Lyn took her by the shoulders; turned her about, marched her down the steps and across the street to a little restaurant that did a thriving trade among the nurses and internes, and occasion- al worried families of City Hosp}- tal patients. "You go about getting your stoiy," Lyn fold her inside the -lit- tle restaurant, "by marching your pretty self right over there to that table and waiting while I go to see Jim! Sit tight, and I'll be right back with all the dope you need!" "Oh, Lyn, you're sweet!" she told him, humbly grateful to be freed of a dreaded ordeal. "It's taken you a long time to find 'that out," Lyn complained severely, softening the effect by grinning back -across the street to- wards the hospital. \, Ann had known ' Lyn Frazier all her life, • . He' and Ann had played around together for years, despite the fact that, -When Ann had been a big - eyed, a rather arrogant young man of sixteen. But he ha.d pro- posed to her regularly for the last two. er three •years, and Sarah, who was• very fond of Lyn, could see no possible reason why she should not [Harry him. . Ann sat quietly"by herself in the tiny restaurant, waiting for Lyn to get back with the details of. the "stiff" that she was supposed to make into some sort of story for the Courier. The thought struck her that Lyn Frazier had been mixed up in her life for quite a while now. It was easy to think about him. She' was not ir., love with him, she knew, but eomletimes wihle .struggling with' mounting bills and a dwin- dling annuity, she thought it would be a pretty good idea if she were. Lyn came in, interrupting her thoughts. She watched, with a tiny twinkle of amusement in her eyes, as the nurses turned eagerly, al-' most fluttering at sight of him; Lyn so tall and blonde and blue-- eyed, with that lazy sort of grace and charm that some Southern men are born with. and that is in- eptly classffied as "charm." He paused a moment to answer a question' asked ' by a pretty, white -clad nurse; he greeted a couple of the internes; and then. he came on to the table where Aun sat, and she' grinned at him impudently and said teasingly, "You and your public!" " Lyn answered her grin with one just as impudent, and drawled: "What is• this strange power I have, over other women—but that leaves you, the only. orie.that mat ters, completely cold?" "It doesn't leave me cold—it scares me," she told 'him sweetly. • "Liar!" said Lyn and for a mo- ment studied her curiously. Then be handed hers a folded slip of pa- per and Said briskly, "Put it away in your purse and "don't even look` at it until you 'get back to • the office. 1 want you to enjoy .your lunch—all right if we have it here? I'm due at the office in 40 minutes --and the food here isn't bad at all," leve• it! The most delicious smells—and .l'm starving," she told - him and tucked the folded paper into her purse. When Ann reached the, office, she saw Tracy al the desk in the.cor- ner, talking to a Hushed and indig- nant -looking reporter. She sate an unoccupied typewriter, its cover still in place, thus indicating that no one had been using it today. She calmly took.possession of it, dropping her suit -jacket over the baek of the chair, whirling copy - paper into the machine, before she opened her purse and took out the folded bit of paper Lyn bad given her. She turned to and wrote slowly• feeling for words; rapidly, more smoothly, in the words that !heart through her to the paper before When she had ripped it out of looked it over syr walked to Tracy's drop- ped it into the "copy." All without -a, Tracy, who was -tat phone, anyway, completely unaware 6.40 6.20 7.16 P.M 3.00 3.46 4.40 AMR 10.46 11.36 12.20 P.M 9.00 10.21 11,00 ♦.:.'l..:..{s A ragged Italian waif, living in the wake of war, 'dreams of food. Today he'll receive a glass of Canadian milk from the United Na- tions International Children's Emergency Fund. (UNICEF). Canada and a score�'of other United Nations countries are helping the sick and hungry children of Europe and the East. Advertising' 'Advantages • In 1923' when the Postum Co, paid $43 -millions for Maxwell House Coffee, it was estimated that not less than $300 millions of that amount was goodwill for the much advertised name, In 1935 Adolph Zukor valued the name Paramount at $15 millions. Pears Soap placed its first national magazine 'adver- tising in 1901 mei for the next 20 years spent more than one million dollars a year in advertising. Then considering the years of decline, small advertising was stopped. That year sales dropped $1.5 mil lion, more the next. _ After several years of decline, advertising was resumed. But its market had gone and Pears was soon sold out to'a- competitol'. In a general way, there has been some understand- ing of advertising as a company asset, but there's a Chicago invest- ment analyst who has . recently made the -most penetrating analysis we have yet seen. He's Stanley H, Morgan and his comprehensive stu- dy is called "The Power 'of Adver- tising to Increase the Capital Va- lue of an Enterprise." His finding is: "The advertising dollar spent for indispensable product and prestige advertising can produce, in addi- tion to income, long-term capital gains 'without further cost to 'the en terprise." 'He points 'out that the company which advertises well and cslnsist- ently.has much freer access to capi- tal markets, and hah a more loyal body of ,employees arid sharehold- the typewriter fol a moment, and then more absorbed flowed from her typewriter Iseys her., finished it, she the machine, swiftly, and then desk and drop - basket marked word to king on the tele and apparently of her pres- ence. She walked back to her desk and sat down, "waiting for whatever comment he might make. And she hadn't long to wait, Perhaps ten minutes later she heard him cal sharply. "Clayton," She rose and walked to his desk and stood looking down at him. Ile made some marks on her story, thrust .it at • a waiting copy boy, who • moved- sw}fttye o11,'• as though fearful of a n explosion that mustn't Beach ,him too close at hand. "Wherel - you get . that story?'^ Tracy demanded of Ann; without preamble. She stared at him, puzzled. ' "Why, at the city morgue, of course—where you sent me," she answered instantly. • He looked her over as though he had never see nher before. "Then w-ihy didn't you call re.e. back? Didn't Jim give° you my message, asking you to call me?" be demanded. A little color crept into Ann's face, but she only said, "I didn't know I was, supposed. to call you back. I—I didn't see Jim." "And ypu didn't see the—'er— stiff, 'either, did you?" asked Tracy dryly. "'I asked Jim to have you call me, before he showed you the body." Ann's eyes widened and she re- peated, unbelieving, "Before?" To her amazement,' Tracy grin- ned. And it was a grin that took years off his age. and made hint look almost boyish and gay, tutu startlingly attractive. For the first time she realized that while he was not at all 'good-looking, in Lyn's smooth, well-bred way, there was a distinct appeal in. his lean, rather craggy dark tace and her heart jerked a little, sharp aur - prise in its accelerated tempo. ,° "I felt sure you'd be in no shape to use a telephone, after you'd seen the body," he told her, a teasing light in his green eyes. And then he sobered and said grimly: "It was a rotten trick, sending a kid like you on such an assign• meat—" "Don't!" Ann 'said sharply,' ' Puzzled, he asked, "Don't what?l' "Don't—go soft, ,ton me," said• Ann suspiciously. His puzzlement gave way to re- sentment. "Soft?" he repeated and, there was an edge to his voice tbat was more familiar to her than the ma accustomed geniality he'd been displaying, "Well; even a rough- neck like me can soften up a bit where a kid like you is concern- ed," he defended himself, annoy- ed at the necessity far a. defense,. and resenting her all the more that the should be annoyed with 'him- self. It was on her account, and. his annoyance was aimed at ter as well as at himself. "Well, don't!" she warned him icily. "You've tried to get rid of me by being tough; .now you're trying to get rid of, me by going soft and friendly and sneaking up on my •blind side, But -.it won't work, mister --it won't work! .I'm here to stay, as long as I cart make the grade; and when I can't, glen the contract says you este $re me, with a dear couscieneb," . :.(Continued Next 'Weak) .., ers who are more likely to -be well satisfied with the management. Morgan studied a group of actual cases and found that in times of general prosperity, the common stocks of the best known compan- ies sell as high as'12 to 15 times earnings while the stocks of less well known companies :sell as low as three to five times. Monsanto Chemical sells hardly anything di- rect to the consumer, Neverthe- less it has long had a major ad - VertlsiM catpl?4ib ! iia . pu ll aid general bueiness Papril Q�Ye:I a ten-year period "its average pnce- tinne-earnir}ggs retie wee. a, . very High 21- - Ilorison advertising Pushed . its lighter sale from $1.7 millions. in 1938 to $18.8 millions 'in :1347. Its common 'stoek • price in 1938 aver- aged $3.00; in 1947 it was $17.00, In these turbulent •times, when the quality acid farsightedness of busi- ness management plays such a big role in determining not only , the general welfare but in preserving our free institutions, the penetrat- ing analysis of people like Morgan ass great value and importance.— The • Financial Post. BAYFIELD ra Mrs. Jim Ferguson is visi'ing in London this month. Messrs. E. and G. Weston- have sold, their grocery and bakery busi- ness to Mr, Kingsbury, of Luck= now, who will take possession en May 1. Donald MacLeod, of Port Dover, is pending a few days at his home here. Farm Subsidies • (Continued from Page 2) ' however many artificial qushions are intersposed between'them and the producer. The more freely the price sys- tem is allowed to work, the ,less severe the shocks it imposes; the greater the regulation, the sharper the impact when the economy re- turns, as it must do at some point, to normal, normal being made. up only of supply, demand, the abil- ity to distribute and the ability to buy. "Young man," said the woman who was travelling alone, "are those all the books you have to sell?" "Yes'm," replied th'e newsboy. "Well, I recommend," declared the elderly passenger, "that you drop in at your local library and find out what people are reading these days.' A friendly get-together with' the well-known Canadian author and colu.mniat CHARLES CLAY Let's talks about a little girl. How would you like to be nine - years old., able to run and jump and hop and skip, and then �a11 of a sudden . . noteible to do ANY of those things? , How would you like to have to lie flat on your back, twenty-four hours a day, seven •,days a week, fifty-two weeks in the year, year in and year out? Well, that's what happened to our little friend, Elaine Ricker. Elain Ricker lives at Callander, Ontario, where the Quints come' from. She's a lovely child, 'brig'h't and cheerful and wonderfully brave. You have to. _he hrave, . when. you're paralyz- ed with Polio- myelitis. Elkine used to run and play and laugh like any normal child. Then Polio struck her, as it has struck so many children. Today, Elaine faces a serious;op- eration, perhaps a' series of opera- tions. She 'will have to spend months in the hospital. But, when the operation is' com- plete, and with God granting that everything goes well, Elaine Rick- er will walk again. She will walk with a stiffened spine. but she will walk. The doctor, who is the celebrat- ed surgeon, Dr. W. T. Mustard, is giving his services free, as be has and weld; 1Nlhen, vee brop knew so;thi We cotild;4tnpt p{#ss side of tike road,•; .So we told •t>lat won, *: tutron, the Iios"pttal fax 4l dren,if ,it woi14 Ricker, we would paY` ; out of our campaign r ree January.' The :Hosil�ta Elaine spent a ,moat i 'pital. She ie now cast, and will be oh about anotlher month What we've.done is very' simple we've pledged • the credit • people of Canada �*our-�eredtt,,; the Hospital for. Sieh. Chliilrrpn ari;t to the 'child's extreme1y::de 'ervi parents that EiIain@ Rpker)vitt d taken care of in ever^ , pfar per Elain Ricker is aiz ink :.#ti1d, ;;heft father is a very hard -w .'king man. The, parents have done everything possible within their meagre-:nfeans tor_their..daughter. i Elaine might lave—been your child, This is the time of year, when '. the Canadian March of •Dimes" "asks you to help Elaine Ricker, and the thousands of other victims of the crippler; Poliomyelitis; across our country. Well, there's the story. Where do you send your dona- tions? ona tions? 'Why, send them to: "The Cance dian March of Dimes, 410 Bloor St,. Bast, Toronto 5." Make Elaine.Ricker's New Year a happy one." That way your own will be hap- py- Yes . . Happy New Year! 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