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1 . \ f ■J $1.50 a year In advance ; $1.50 to United States. BOWMANVILLE, ONTARIO^ CANADA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1916. Volume. LXII. No. 48. s Furs ! Furs! Furs! Couch, Johnston Cryderman Call Special Attention to their stock of new and FashionableTurs in Black and Natural Wolf, Black and Dakota Wolf, Red Fox, Black Russian Dog, Sable, Mink Marmot, Persian Lamb, White Thibet, Western Sable. Also Ladies' Muskrat Coats and Ladies' and Men's Cloth Coats with Fur Collars. No better goods and no better values anywhere. Couch, Johnston & Cryderman What is the Flatter with YOU ? A Corn ? A Cold ? A Toothache ? An Earache ? . A Rough Skin? Rheumatism ? Lame Back ? Eczéma ? Piles ? Catarrh ? Indigestion ? Dyspepsia ? Sore Throat ? Dandruff ? Cuts, Wounds ? Hair Falling Out ? Loss of Appetite ? System Run Down ? Nervous ? There are over 300 Rexall Remedies One for every minor disease and each and every one sold with a written guarantee guarantee from the Company and from us that if for any reason you want your money back you can get it by simply stating that results are not satisfactory to you. * Now is the time to test out these remedies on this liberal offer. Over 5000 of the best druggists on this continent belong to this company and the finest remedies that are known in any part of the world are made by them. Jury Lovell, The Rexall Store Graduate of Chicago Ophthalmic College, New York School of Optics, Detroit Optical College. DAN D. COMING HOME Gives No Quartér To The Slackers Shoreham-by-Sea, Sussex, England. November 10th, 1916. Dear Mr. James--I got nine letters to-day--I got used to getting a bunch like that long ago, but what struck me was that five of the writers said that I shouldn't stop writing to you. One put it that it was a good experience for me. True enough, writing to you has taught me more regarding letter- writing than I ever knew before. For one thing, I've forgotten the way to write those "1 am well--hope you are too--goodbye"! style and I naturally gossip now, when I get the pad before me. Why I stopped was that there was nothing to talk of now that could interest you people in Canada, being away from where the real warfare is. By chance, I got a copy of Thé Statesman Statesman in which Sailor Lucas mentions me. Frank writes a peach of a letter if he'll only open up to you. He and I are having a friendly war of our own --by letter. To prove the fact, I have a previous, battle in my possession running running to seven pages of straight from the shoulder facts, and from his point of view. He's got some great ideas, too--and they are worth reading. Pity he doesn't expound them to you people. They would interest the stay-at-homes and give them a reason for staying there the next time someone asked them to give up and do their bit. We being comrades in arms, can talk from the standpoint of those doing things, whether we are or not. He's making valiant endeavors to convert me and I him,--just like the regular church style --and we both disagree on points--just as men will! I guess you'll have heard by now that I'm expecting any day to start for Bowmanville. I expected to" sail on Nov. 10th, but didn't. Can't say when I will now, but I'm pretty certain it will be some time soon. I saw Major C. H. Anderson yesterday yesterday with a party he was parading for some pay station. I guess, so, at least for he asked me where the paymaster stayed. I remember in the early days --which sounds as tho these are old days--how the Sergt. at Havre, France would look for the Canadian badge when a man came to ask a question, then before you could get out "can you tell me?--he'd break in with --"The paymaster pays to-morrow at 2.80 p.m. Thay said the Canucks looked for two things when they hit the Base Details --pay and an estaminet --which doesn't mean a church quite--tho very few places do not display over the^har a Crucifix or a Virgin and baby. Rather out of place to you people, most likely, but quite usual to the boys out there. To me italmosfcsaid "familiarity breeds contempt". But far from it with those people its a constant reminder for them of their debt to be paid, into which they were born. I suppose they do pay for it too, yet is it any worse for them to pay money to be prayed for after they're gone, than for other religions religions to pay for a seat in God's house? --not a bit. I've never paid for a seat in a church yet but I may have given a cent or two for having a preacher say how bad I am. Of course, he didn't say myself particularly, they are more particular about people's feelings than to say that, just sort of hint at it and leave it to you. Guess the cap fitted at times, yet if I'd been killed out there I'd have paid the price, all that was possible, for I've heard it said "He laid down his life for his friends" on several several occasions. Because I didn't get killed--well--I killed--well--I suppose I'll still be told the same thing as before and the cap will still fit. Mother thinks I'm careless careless about spiritual things these days, perhaps I am, for after all, I've seen men scattered to the four winds in a second of time with man's inventions, when nothing but the spiritual could exist and we never heard anything of them, just saw the smoke from man's invention, heard the roar of the explosion, perhaps a cry of despair, and' they were gone. Borne mother at home might say "the Lord's will be done" but is it the Lord's will that man should be smashed into eternity? Perhaps a good lad when living, loving loving his parents, perhaps their sole upkeep, upkeep, as is in many cases in England. He is smashed into eternity, whilst another worthless, back-honeless, ninny at home makes good money, dresses well--if civilian clothes on a fit man can be looked on as good dress-- parades about and looks with scorn upon the foolish (?) in khaki. Funny world isn't it, Mr. James (?) Those letters I received wanted the breezy letters, you see the sort I write now. I think too much of the ones who stayed-at-homes, got the cinch jobs and sleep in the soft beds, whilst others did their bit and someone else's, I'm sure, perfectly sure, I filled someone else's rifle, that was a regular trick withdny pals, trade rifles and notice the mistake as soon as the rifle was cleaned. I've sat down in the barn after such an occasion and passed remarks remarks about the Canadian army and those which composed it in no light terms. You ask Duncan if I havn't. He'd say "ye could na help it--I'm no blaming ye, I'll no have tae clean it mysel, that's a". Then I'd go back to his third and fourth generation of Scotch relatives finding many things in the Scotch that were not a bit to their credit--they weren't nurses, you see, at least not to my knowledge. By the way, I got a one-page smile from Sister Bruce recently. I had told her I was going back to Bowmanville. She was just jumping fer joy, for me, and she said I was to give you--well, I'll tell you when I come as it was thru me she said what she did I get people to talk at times, to be happy with me. She was just yelling for joy, as nurses do yell you know, like the bubbling of a brook in the Highlands, and they're just as glorious to look upon, more so perhaps at such times." I remember ST. PAUL'S ANNIVERSARY The Rev. Dr. Patterson Preached Two Splendid Sermons St. Paul's Presbyterian congregation congregation was favored at their anniversary services Sunday with finé weather, good congregations and an excellent preacher. Pastor Drumm was privileged privileged with being at home and assisted in the services, making the weekly announcements and expressing pleasure pleasure at seeing so many members of other churches present. The choir, under leadership of Mr. H. J. Knight, with Mrs. E. S. Senkler at the organ, gave a fine program of music, rendering rendering two anthems at the morning service, service, "Sing unto God" and "Come unto Me", Mr. Knight and Mrs, Caw- ker taking the duet in the first anthem and Mr. C. S. Hallman and Mrs. C. A. Oawker singing a duet "Pleasant are Thy Courts Above', previous to the sermon. Rev. William Patterson, D.D., thé popular pastor of Cooke's Presbyterian Church, Toronto, was the preacher for the day, and after expressing expressing his pleasure at being able to once again greet and - meet his old college chum, the pastor of the church, presented his theme "The Abundant Life" based on the words "I am come that ye might have life and that ye nqight have it more abundantly." He compared the needs of the physical and mental with those of the spiritual illustrated by many apt examples and drawing many practical lessons along true evangelical lines. Everyone was delighted and profited by the splendid presentation of gospel -truth. The j Sunday School in the afternoon was addressed by Dr. Patterson and Mr. John A. Paterson, K.C., Toronto, who was in town for the Recruiting meeting. meeting. Both addresses were much appreciated appreciated by the scholars and adults in attendance. The church was packed packed in the evening, chairs having to be placed in the aisles to accommodate the many who attended. The choir again gave a good service of song, the anthems "Soldiers of Christ Arise" and "O Love that will not let me go" being well rendered. A duet "Abide With Me" by Messrs. Knight and Hallman, and a solo "The King of Love my Shepherd is" by Mrs, C. A. Cawker with the regular hymns gave pleasure to all. The evening sermon was of a revival character and clearly evidenced the reason why Dr. Patterson Patterson has such a grip on the men of Toronto. He is certainly a powerful preacher. During his stay in town he was entertained by Rev. and Mrs. A. H. Drumm at the Manse. going down town with Sister Skinner at 01dmill- with a few more boys from the ward. The picture so me was like a hen with her chickens. She'd chuck chuck to the ones in the rear and they would cheep cheep back. Then there would be a halt in the lead and they'd all crowd about her laughing and chattering, chattering, the sunshine radiating from the. grey bonnet in the centre. You can't understand quite what a picture it is to see a Nursing Sister with a bunch of boys in blue. I was walking along Edgware Road on my last visit home, to say good-bye to mother before I went away, when I heard in the distance distance the singing of a bunch of men, wounded soldiers, I said to myself-- they're always singing, you know. The motor bus was just passing when someone nearly fell off the top in leaning leaning over, yelling, and waving one arm, ' "Danl Oh Dan!" I looked up and there was Tick O'Neil, my old sleeping partner in France. We shared blankets blankets and other things, of which he always always declared I had the most. Isn't the world small? Tickwhofn 1 left and thought was in the Great Beyond by now, being a plucky boy,- His voice was cracked as usual, as tho he had a cold and had lost it, but hé was singing singing with the bunch, making a glorious row and waving with his good arm, the other is useless now thru a gun-shot gun-shot wound, to the girls in the windows windows as we went along. All the girls in London wave to the wounded boys and some throw kisses which the boys catch in an unmistakable manner. I rode to where they were going with the Sister, an Australian, to the theatre, theatre, and, well, talked like trenchman, which is going some, between songs, which were frequent. They have some great songs, words of their own put to popular tunes. One they sing with great gusto to the civilians as they passed passed along Oxford-stand it sounded real good to me. It went something after this style, I can't remember all the words but to the tune of "You wore a tulip": "I wear a tunic, a nice khaki tunic When you wear a civi suit". I forgot the rest all but snatches but I know that when the end of the verse came, (the bus was held up for a minute minute or two) a few of - the people on the pavement below felt the size of a nickel. nickel. The spirit of the boys seems to touch everyone--nothing • but smiles radiate wherever they are. Coming to the theatre the boys had to wait a while whilst the tickets were procured and the commissionare on the doors came out to open a cab door.. The boys solemnly formed a guard of honor and all sal uted him with the "present arms"! yelled by one of the bunch, walking sticks for rifles in some cases, two took one of their crutches and reversed them, a silent, soldierlike move that were it not done in a joke would make one sad. The commissionare stopped, looked down the line, sort of hesitated, but the lady in the coach had to have the door opened for her, he had to go. He tried to keep his waxen countenance countenance as usual but it was no good, the spirit of the boys had to get him and he laughed in the face of the lady as she stepped out and tripped up the aisle of khaki and blue. That's the 1 spirit of the boys who've faced it--I wonder how the stay-at-home's feel?, I'm as usual, Dan D. | NURSE BRUCE WRITES The Girls' Patriotic Club Gets a • Very Interesting Letter From France Somewhere in France, Nov. 2, 1916. Dear Girls--This is a very busy life and the days do fly past so swiftly. Dearie me, it will soon be Christmas again! We are always hoping, wishing wishing and praying for the end of this grim war, still it continues and you women at home are keeping at the good work there for the soldiers' comfort comfort so bravely. How I wish you could know as I do how it helps over here. For instance, just how nice it is to be able, when our boys come down from the trenches for repairs, that we can give them lovely, soft, clean, warm sox, warm shirts, a few extras for their eats and-a pad on which to write letters letters home, and the many little things that we never thought to prize at home but which here w r e call luxuries. I must tell you what I have done with the £10--ten pounds--your. Club sent me here. The first thing I did--it was a cold, rainy, muddy time--was to buy canned Salmon and had it nicely scalloped scalloped for 150 men, and you should have seen how they did enjoy it. Another day I bought for a sicker lot of wounded wounded soldiers in another ward, one nice supper. This is what I got for 60 men this day: 5 roasted chickens, tomato and lettuce salad and real specially made chocolate cake, iced_ with chocolate. chocolate. Bless the boys, like us all, they are only children grown taller--and they had a lovely party. Just imagine you see them girls--60 brave fellows in a big tent, in all sorts of splints and bandages talking and laughing and picking real chicken bones, and thinking thinking they were having a lovely> time-- to use their own phraseology-- r "it was jake" some recounting when they last ate real chocolate cake--and many laughable soldier stories were told. They beat fish stories every time--you may tell Dr. J. C. Devitt and some of our other fishermen, too. Well, nextly, I always try to keep them from thinking thinking and talking too much war when they are down here. Poor fellows, they are fed up on it, so thirdly, I shook my wits and back I went to the slightly wounded wards. We have the wards graded, you see, and the slightly wounded men--are the most difficult to keep entertained so I thought and planned how to get 200 men all playing and forgetful of trench life. So I instituted a whist and draught- 1 --checkers we call them in Canada--tournament which took 3 days to play off and then the next night we all gathered in one big tent and had a concert and presented the prizes. I gave 24 prizes--12 good ones and 12 booby's. Then I treated them all to grapes and we all joined in singing singing Auld Lang Syne and went to our beds. Still I had a little of my $50 left and it was fairly burning a hole in my pocket, so we had some splendid artistic artistic talent in these wards and I got a "Recreation Hut" for the evening and arranged a program, the soldiers giving giving the whole program. I had a real expert actor, a clever pianist with an R. F. O. to his name, one of London's pet conjurers and many other minor lights, bless their hearts, but they did have a great time. They just love to engage in such pastimes and we in vit ed the Matron and Sisters, and with the aid of two other sisters and the boys we served a lunch to 400 soldiers --gave them ham sandwiches, fruit cake and coffee. Now, my dear girls, France is not Canada or America and so you may have a vision of poor me turned into a "general delivery" for now in war time there is no delivery service and so we have to carry on our arms, or, for we who have bicycles, on our bikes, everything we buy, so see me, puffing along with 5 chickens, two or three big cakes and a basket of tomatoes tomatoes and lettuce dangling from different different points of my bike, for 5 miles. At another time with two hams. Oh, it is all very funny after you cool off, but its warm work wheeling all the same. I have now more than spent the fifty dollars but the men have had 150 dollars' worthy of pleasure and they gave you girls thfee cheers after the last social function we had Oh, girls, I am so sorry you can't have the pleasure pleasure of seeing them enjoy it and seeing their dear old tanned, weather-beaten faces, in roars of laughter. It would just do your hearts good. You will be tired reading and listening but I could tell you of them for a whole night-- yes a whole week and then not be finished. finished. Of course, Mr. Censor objects to our telling lots of things we would like to tell you but when I come home I will get ahead of the Censor, be sure. The Gramophone is as popular as ever. Good night dear, dear pals, and much love to you all. Your Representative, Mabel E. Bruce. THE EDITOR TALKS A reception committee of Council, consisting of Councillors Holgate, Knight and Copeland will be glad to hear of the home-coming of any returning returning soldiers to Bowmanville. Liberals will hold a Conference for Eastern Ontario at Belleville on Wednesday Wednesday December 6th for representatives representatives from all counties between Durham and Frontenac. Session in City Hall at 1.30 p. m. Banquet at Hotel Quinte at night to be addressed by Hon. G. P. Graham, Mr. N. W. Rowell, M. P. P., Mr. Hartley DewarLand others. Fare and one third on all railways. We would seriously advise our friend Dan D. to steer clear of such profound theological discussions as he ventures upon in his letter in this issue. In our opinion--and we have had nearly 80 years of church financing--there are too many men who want free ïfeats, free gospel, free warmth, free light, and almost everything else free--re- ligiotiaumendicants. All honor to the men and women who are willing to pay their way in this world and all along the highway into the next. Why should some mén be borne to the skies on flowery beds of ease while others fight to win the prize and sail through bloody seas ? so to speak. For once, Breezy Dan is throwing his influence influence on the wrong side--in our opinion. Editors have their troubles, too. It is very hard often to say No to a worthy worthy appeal, but we are really compelled compelled to do it sometimes from force of circumstances. This very week we have been appealed to for free space in The James Papers for articles that- would more than fill the space for reading matter at our disposal. Our newspaper space is our farm--we have to make a living for our household and pay all taxes and other "outs" from revenue from the space in our papers, and people have been heard to say we are mean, stingy, selfish, because we charge for publishing notices of moneymaking moneymaking enterprises in churches, societies societies and benevolent institutions. We have ten thousand dollars invested in this business and pay thousands of dollars yearly to employees, for type, paper, ink, power, light, heat, and what are called overhead expenses-- insurance, benevolent contributions, horse hire, postage, express, travelling travelling expenses, telephone, and many other calls and demands on our treasury. treasury. It is often for»want of a knowledge knowledge of facts and conditions that people are adversely criticized. Keep the nimble Dollar on the go, The more hands through which it passes the more good it does. Talk about hard times in Canada. Who said so ? The Globe issued a business circular recently in which it said : "Ontario is busy. Ontario is a producer. producer. Ontario is on the job. Her factories, factories, working to capacity, cannot keep pace with the demands. New factories are being built. New industries industries are being established. The whole Province pulsates with the dynamic energy of tremendous commercial achievements. Canada is making colossal colossal strides in manufacturing. Today Today Canada is recognized as a factor in world commence. Canada is now exporting at the rate of $173.00 per capita. Never before has Labor had so much ready money with which to satisfy both .necessities and fancies. Never have the savings banks had such huge sums on deposit. Never have they had so many depositors. Despite the stupendous subscriptions to War Loans and Patriotic Funds, Canadian savings deposits are more than $100 00 per capita. In 1905 they were $55v00 per capita. The average wealth per family in Ontario - is over $1,689.00;in Canada $1,363.00; in TJ.S.A. $1,100. We are told that over $15,000 a week is circulated among r workers in Bowmanville. No hard times in this town. Other Talks on 2nd Page. - METHODISTS ASK FOR $ 1000 Bowmanville Methodists are looking forward to a.gobd day on Sunday at their annual Thank-Offering services Lieut-Col. the R ehr. C. G. Williams, Chief Dominion Recruiting Officer, will be the preacher for the day. An excellent program of music is being prepared by Prof. Laugher and the choir. A great treat' in addition . will be a Ladies' Quartet from Trenton who will sing solos, duets, etc, The Board is asking for the usual thank-offering thank-offering of $i,ooo. Public cordially invited to join in any or all of the services. DARLINGTON Christmas entertainment of Base Line Sunday School will be held Thursday Dec. 21st. men wanted 'Farmers and Farmer's Sons wanted to work in the factory of the Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co, Limited Bowmanville Steady work and highest wages paid. Apply at Employment Office . and enquire for Mr. Johnson.