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Orono Weekly Times, 9 Mar 1950, p. 3

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No Job Wanted By Richard Hil Wilnson it was snng when Guy startet over the pass. Thse fi'lling station attendant at Jackson had warned him against it, but Guy had only smiled crookedly. It was early May and snowstorms of any con- sequence didn't happen in May, not even in the high country. Besides, the way he felt, it wouldn't make much difference if anything did happen to hlim. Not even if he perished in the drifts or froze to death. Death would selve ail his problems. It .would be a relief ifrm worry ad hopelessness and bleak despair. Foolsis though for a young mas 26 years oîd. But youug men can sometimes become pretty wild and desperate in their thoughts. Guy rememberedi Mr. Moore's cynical smile. "Sorry, son, we haven't a place for you. Full up." "But not good reporters, I've had experience, Mr. Moore. I'm a good writer. I always scrape up a new angle to a story that muakes interesting reading. Be- sides-" there was desperation in Guy's tone, because Mr. Moorc had begun shuffling papers on his desk, "When I wrote enquiring about a job, you said you'd be glad to talk ta me." He had driven all the way Up from Denver-1,000 miles-because Mr, Moore had said he'd talk t-o him. ) had taken nearly his iast dollar t-o buy enough gas to make the trip. NOw he ha b nothing left but the five-year-old car. Just about eugh te get- him back home, from which he'd started out six mont-bs ago, bound and determined to land a job on a newspaper. Toward noon, Guy uuderstood wby the filling station man had warned him. The snow formed an hnpenetrable wall. The wind was ulsing and it was enoder. Now he was stuctk. Hours passed. Twice Guy bad thoughtu e heard someone eall. The thbird time be roused up. Through -u sanugcurramn or snIow, ne saw a îigure floundering t-oward hlm. Me got out. Te man was nearly ex austed; bis face frost bitten. Guy got him inside t-be car sd turnedl on t-be heater full, speeding upii the rotor. Presently the man -< looked at bhim, w'ild-eyed. "My w'ife! She's siek! We're st-uck-up t-be road!" Guy thougit quickly'. There was t-le shack. Apparently' t-he rnan had passed it li the storm, t must be close by. At any rate, t was their onlyi chance! At-erwatd, Guy wondered how he'd found the siack, or what it was t-at kept him going when t-be desire t-o lie down sud sleep sud forget everythbing Was so strong. It was ail like a dream--the way hi'd stumrbled against the shack lself, found t-he door, sud fel in- aide. Me remembered t-bat t-le wind snd cold were shut out, Then he remembered the sick woman. Tht place he'd found was a road eamp. Tbee was a st-ove and wood and s few' cans of food on the shelf. Me got a fire going and placed wat-er on lt-to boil. Then he lunged ut into te storm again, fought his way doun t-be road sd found tht stanger'l car. He half carried, half dragged the woman up t-o t-ht shack nd left ier t-bre, near the st-ove, whbile be w'ent for the man. Ihe storm lasted t-wo days. tt took another day for a rescue party t-o get though. They took t-he thre f t-hem dovu to Jackson sud t-o hospital Guy was put loto a to-m by himself and fed. TIen he weut to sleep. Whben het awoke, Mm. Moore was Sst-anding by bis bed. "Feeling bet- ter, son? Good! Mow' about a story ou your experiences? ThIat man you saved w'as Senstor Ostraurd, "The lady wasn't bis wife at ail. See what I mean? You warnt a job ad we want a story, because OstranI is on the opposi- tion ticket, Here's your chance, *boy.". Guy closed his- eyes. Weli, why rot? he thougt. Aftet ail, a man as t-o live, bas to look out- for hin- *elf. Why not? Whsy not? The ought kept pounding against bis brain. Theu he opened bis eyes. ' t "Sorry," he said. "Sorry, that n~'t t-be kindi of a job l'ms aft-et," O- Friends in a Different Setting-Last Autuiu nxe 1an seeal pxge o xlnsi as showing senes from a great many of Ontario's Vl Fair Greatienlargd copies of thee pi 'tures were one of the features at the recent Pluughmxen's Conv ention and the anual Con- vention of Ontario Agricultural Societies held at the Kme Edward Hotel Tonto. The above shows some of the pictures on display thec wheie they drew nany favrable con ments from the thousands of delegates and their friends 'who sa them. Eat 6 Pounds of Beef Every Day Forced by their brutal guards to tbemselves on ad on . . . riven from their country by the merciless decret of a mian revelling in bis newly-found power. Remorse- lessly ad savagely lounded for in- terminuable months through danger- ous ad infested jungle, over treach- erous mountain pat-s. Barefooted and barebacked, kicked as they stumbled exhaustedly along by well- booted guards-"heroes" of s new regime. For bundreds of miles these piti- ful, straggling, destitute exiles were driven to the border. Unable to use their bands to fend off t-e whipping brus of t-he jungle which flayed and tore their flesh to ribbons, or to push away the swarming clouds of ferce insects viciousiy biting t-hem, Goaded on sd ou by t-e malicious guardsmen, t-e victims' faces ad bare trunks-when fin- ally t-hey ad been driven actos the frontier looked more like raw, beef t-ban anything human Their suifferîngs leave litttle to the imag- For every mnile of t-be long, tor- t-nous, agoniing journey, every man had been compelled to use bis bauds t-o bold up bis trousers. Their banishmeint had been t-be order et one of Latin America's most picturesque dictators, Ana- stasio Somoza-such a gentleman in his oun palace, who scorned t-o treat- bis opponents as such. It was bis National Guard, responsible for conducting the exiles to t-e frontier wbo had conceived the fiishing touch--that of removing t-be pris- oners' belts. This is but one of the many gripping stories related by' Willard Price in his book, "Tropic Adven- ture". Mis journey fromr Rio Grande t-o Pstagoni, described in fasuinating detail, is ont t-at should delighit every "armcbair" v oyager Hit-ting t-ht Panama CanaI Zone, the sutbor met au ext-raotdinary coloor bar. In the early days of canal digging Americans were paid in American gold, t-ht est in the silver currency of Panama-an ad- roit way of drawing t-h colour line. Ail are now' paid in t-he samte cur- rency, but t-e distinction is con- tinued. Zone st-ores sud restaurants arte marked tither "Silet" or "Gold", and woe betide the wearer ot a dusky skin Whîo ventures to enter a bouse of "Gold." Similarly, li a hotel there are two ladies' roozns-"Gold Ladies" and "Silver Ladies," Comfort stations must be eyed wit tare, tor th-er are "Gold Men," "Gold Womeu," "Silver Men" "Silver Women,. Under te words "Gold O'enly a drinking fonut-ain, fat from any ot-her drinking place, a wag, either lu anguish or amusement, bas pens- ollied t-bt ironie legeud: "Silvers get thirsty, t-on More tan likely the reader would regard tse, offer of unlimited, free, fertile iand as eit-hem brlstling with h.idden snags or a colossal leg-puli, Yet t-heffet le genuine enough. Two-thirds ai Colombia, a, republic oeeupying tise nortli-west corner of the South America> con- t-ment, is empty. Land is given t-o anyone who u'ants it-fertile iand on t-le Pacif.ic c'. aî lex on'ly pro- viso bei'ng that the beneficiary must occupy and cultivate the land and give the government seven per cent of its production. Tragie Slavery ln the upland city of Arequipa we are confronted with the stark realism and tragedy of slavery. That is the lot of the Indian in Peru-- men, women and children. The tragedy of a slave girl in a house- hold is a sad reflection in an age when "human rights" in the charter of so many responsible organiza- tions. Should the girl be unfortunate enough to bear a child-the respon- s;bility -or which invariably lies at the door of a member of the house- hold--it will not be allowed in the bouse, nor will tie mother be re- ieased from servitude to rear it Infanticide or adoption by an orph- anage is thse heartless decision. To a nun at an orphanage Wil- lard Price put t-be question: "But aren't sncb girls protected by law?" "Ys"came t-be reply, "very w'ell protected. But the laws are not en- forced. Leaving tragedy behind, we are taken tourist fashion t-o Santiago, thence t-o tUe large copper mining camp of Rancaqua, which is smoth- ered lu Ma3 snow. Yet if any tennis enthusiasts there feel like a game, the fact that thbe courts lie buried under about twenty feet of snow doesn't deter theni. They make light ot sawing the snow into blocks, loading it in trucks and hauling- it away before spinning for service. Now, Argentine-The Land of Plenty--looms in sigbt. This is t-be land that exports more chilled beef than any other-eighty-four per cent of t-he world's total, but a miere thirty-five per cent etf what it produces-the rest is et-en at home. A nnually, Argentînians con- sume 300 lbs. per capita"; - each capita. reptesents a man, woman or child. "Hou' mnch do your men et-?" asked Willard Price of an est-cia owner. "Six pounds of beef a day for every man," was the ansu'er, 'meate and mate-the green tea made from t-e yerba mate-keeps them fit -pd well supplied in vita- mfins." Mr Price tells us that "work- men in the street-paving gangs did not open a lunch pail at noon and take ont a sandwich and a pickle. One of their number trundled from the nearest butcher shop a wheel- barrow ful of steaks. A charcoal fIre was buit on the kerb, or some- times lu tbe metal wheelbarrow it- self, and the steaks broiled over it. Every man got s slab of beef as large as his face and twice as thick as bis bauds, Some Fut away t-wo such portions. "It isot a wrmen hbo pour asphat 1 or lay aarroba block, draw priucey salries, but simply that a T-hune steak of such propor- tions cost-s only ten cents." 'aragnav is t-be place for men Who la to be made a fuss of. Hiere maies are at a premiu-- one to eery ne uomen--and ail a fellouw need do is "buy a bit of land, bang up bis bîannock, ad lie duwin lit and wait. Pretty soon he'Il have wonen fighting lot t-e chance to plant bis grond, build his bouse, and cook bis mneass We panse for a brief spel lu our wanderings to ear ï-be story told of a Famons opera singer who, for a fat fee-pad in advance-- promised t-o sng lu t-e Manaos Opera House. \\ heu t-be inger ar- rivred in thbe M\ans be w'as lu- formed t-bat t-e operatic perform- ance had been cancelled: he uas t-o siug at a concert instead. The artist was taken by car to a dark group of buildings lu a forest, led in complete darkness along a paih, through a small door and eventually on to a dimly-lit sage. le sensed tisere was a large audience, but could sec nothing bi t-e auditorium. No applase greeted bis sînging -he might bave hen i0 a tomb The concert over, be ui s takei back to his hotel. Puzzled by iis experience, he learned the follow ing dax that jnst outside t-e city is one of tbe largest leper colonies in t-e world. Tbat s whbere you sang, Senor." When the traveller on t-e River Amazon boards a sbîp be dons pyjj- amas and doesn't remove t-hem until he reaches bis destiîation. Pyjamas -and bare fcet-are recognized ship attire. But wheî he goes t-o dinner he is espected to observe the proprieties-by slippîng a coat over the pyjama top! An American vent-red to the table coat-less, but li siilk shirt sd collar and tie. It was an astounding breac o decency! Tie captain glared from t-be bead of tbe table whispered a feu' words to a w'aiter, who hurried off t-o bis cabmn. Wit- lu a feu' minutes he ret-urned sud presented to t-be "improper' Ameri- can a white-dnck coat upon a salver. The American accepted t-e coat, bowed to the captain, nd pot it on, That same evening t-be merican appeared at dinner correctv garbed. Presently he signallei to tbe waiter, whispered a few instructions and sent him to his cabin. The waiter returned ad preset-ed t-o t-be cap- tain a ssall package upon a sai- ver. The surprîised captain opened it It contaoied a pair of socks! A thorougliy enjoyable book. -A.GW lu Tit Bits oose Hunting in ritish Colurbia Our particular outing was plansned for the 'opening day' foôr moose in British Cohlrnbia's eastern district. Jack and Bill, My two hiuting partners, and I left Vancouver by car in order to arrive at our destin- ation-Golden, a town on the fam- ous Columbia River in thse heart of the Canadian Rockies--the day before our bunt was to begm, writes Harold Denton in "Loudon Cal Ont guide and outfitter met us at a previously designated spot, wth horses and ail eqfuipment ready to go. We followed faint trails t-hrough somte of t-be most gorgeons and aune-inspiring scenery it- as ever been my pleasure to beiod: rosUering, snow-capped peaks and rushing streams-the latter frequentlyx empt-ying iuto peaceful mlountain lakes of- beantw fui green bine colonriug. In oue spot, ur congen ai guide tand bort pulled up bis hur-e short. anîd motione for ns to do likeise Hie took ont bis binoculrrs, sud ht pointed, aud haud-d bis giasses to me. There, right belote ut r ey es we ie two nmountain sheep. fight-ing, Several eues wvere ochalanmiy graziug nearbi, comspletely disin terested in1 the whole allait. The ram s, however, wud reteat t-roui tuwenti to forty feet, square ofi, snd t-bui, w ith iightning speed, charge hed-on with a terrifie im- pact t-bat we coul dimiy hear. lt as a sght to behold, sud I xxil neyer forget it. A fev umiies lut- ther on, we suddenly caime luto a buge valley spread ont t-or miles in front of ns: t-at was our destina- tion. Camp bad already beeunicade, and alt-hong ve ere sore in spots from riding, we began to 'smell' tbe soose, and huntirg fever got ur Joe assured us that early morning was thse best time to hnnt moose. Se, aft-et examining thse grourd in t-be thickets and in the swamp itself t-or mnoose signs-we saw ail kindis of evidence t-bat t-bey were there- we decidedi to bead back to camp and get a good long night's test, because ont arrangements were to rise at 3.30 in tbe morning, have breakfast, and arrive back at this suwamp just at daylight-which we did. From 'a knoll on the edge ef tise suwamp hVere we had surveyed th area thse day before, we decided to take ont first look. There was ne sign of a living thing-not even a bird. Jack was just going t-o say something. when Joe whîspered, 'quiet'. Then be let out several short guttural conghs, and list-ened He repeated the performance. Then there was a sligbt crackliug noise O et t-o our. left. Having a position far to the ight cf the others, I vas the first to sec hi. ':<.~ tihu-a pair of huge antlers, far bigger t-han any I had ever seen before,. graciously moving along behind one of the willow clumps. Then the head showed, and, finally, the whoie animal. He was a beauty, and not more than 150 yards away. My rife was trained on him, but the exscitenment was so great and rmy breathing so bard that the guide said: 'Take it easy . . -aim focr a spot just behind the ea 'I can't." I whispered. 'he's getting away. Joe grunted, or coughed, or what- ever t waàs that he did before, ud the moose stopped, turned slîghtly, and I squeezed the trig- ger. He dropped right there. A nice shot!' chorused Joe and Pete. Jack aud Bill shook my band, and then we started to run down into the swamp. Joe cautioned us against this because once; he toldi us, he was gutting a moose and a large cou chiarged him. Duriug the rut- ting, or mating, season, both guides explained, yon cannot trust them at ail; ther are danger<cnx creat found hîim to be five or si years oid. wxith a spread of antiers mess uriug sixtx ad-a-hall inches. Ai. toge.her, dureg our weeks stay at camp, wre saw over thirty huil: and mau'x couns. but noV.one un s larger t-hau my trophy. Nipped The Duke - A cre w- man of t-he battleship Texa liolds "Pinky," t-ht ship's mas- cet, aft-er t-ht litt-le Cuban Chihuahua t-oôk a bite out of t-ht Duke of Windsor's coat. The duke, visiting the ship while touring t-h Houston wa- terfront, said t-bat is checker~ ed coat was perhaps "a bit te noisy" for t-h pup. -- B'y KOMe 1dArmft T STAMP FOR CONCRETE YOU CM PRINT TM nATE 11 WPtrnuruny CuT NU> PLATE A WOOD %L REVERSE NAIL POLUSH TRICK NALl POLISH WILL PROTECT LEATHER WATCK STRAP FROM PERSPIRATION1.APPLY TWIC&, ALLOWING POLISH TO DRY BETWEEN APPLICATIONS. I ÇOLOeteqa SAlI. Pot)àl( /11k i r JITTER Arthur ia mi" U 4I ç.a04a-I ; on ~. ~, 'a m -

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