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Pays for itself EEE EERE Special health of your stock and poultry Port Perry MANCHESTER (Too late for last week) ..Mr. Clarence Clark, Grande Coulee, Sask, visited at the home of Mrs. E. Holtby and Miss G. A. Purcell, last Thursday. Misses Ruby and Ruth Cowan, of Toronto, were week end guests with Mr. and Mrs. Elwood Crosier. Mr. and Mrs. Gerrow and Maunsel) visited with Mr. and Mrs. Jas. Cooper at Pickering, recently. Messrs. Bruce and Harold Holtby and Leslie Smith, are attending the Short Course at 0.A.C. Guelph. The home of Mr. and Mrs. T. J. Evans, of Raglan, was the scene of a gala event on Wednesday, December 9th, when relatives, friends and mem- bers of the Women's Association and "their husbands gathered at their home to celebate their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Mrs. Robert Guthrie, cousin of the'bride, was hostess for the evening. The guests numbering about eighty-five, were met at the door by Misses Lorna and Edna Evans and Mr. Lloyd Evans then escorted them to the living room where" the bride and groom received congratula- tions and good wishes from their friends. The bride looked lovely in her wedding gown of twenty-five years ago, fashioned on long slenderizing lines of lace and ivory satin, and wore a silver corsage. Receiving with her was her sister Mrs. McGahey, of Lindsay. The bridesmaid of twenty-five years ago, was becomingly dressed in black triple sheer, trimmed with cut-velvet. During the evening the party was called to order and a short program was given consisting of an address by the chairman, Rev. W. E. Honey, who spoke of the high esteem in which the bride and groom were held and the pleasure he found in being with them yon this happy event, also commenting on the hospitality he had always re- ceived from them in the past, and the pleasure it was to see Mrs. Evans able to enjoy this happy event after her past illness. An instrumental was then played by "Miss Ethel Bright, a duet by Messrs. Moon and Pilkey, instrumental by Mrs. D. Wilson, harmonica. selection by Méssrs. Moon and Pilkey, reading by Mrs. Grose, instrumental by Mrs. D. Wilson, recitation by little Lorraine Gutherie, "Maybe It's a Bear" and a solo "School Days." An address was then read by Mrs, D. Mackin-- Dear Mr. and Mrs. Evans' We, a few of your many friends and rela- tives and members of the Women's Association have gatheréd here to- night on the occasion of your Silver Wedding anniversary. In the past years, we have spent many good times together and. we would like for you to accept these gifts as a small token of our friend- ship, and sincerely hope that you will be spared to enjoy many more. years | of wedded life together. Mrs, Wilson and, Mrs. Guthrie then | presented them with a table of beautl- |. ful silver gifts. Silver flower basket and bouquet of baby mums from the Women's Association, a chest of sil- ver from relatives, set of dishes, (Harmony Rose - pattern), silver cheese knife from Brown family, a silver cheese and cracker dish from Mr. and Mrs. Leatherdale, silver sand- wich plate from Mr. and Mrs, Fleury, silver cake plate from Mr. and Mrs. Wm. McKee. * The bride-and groom in turn thanked the relatives and friends in a most appropriate manner, show- ing their appreciation for their kind remembrances on this occasion. - Community singing was then enjoy- ed as well as a solo by Mrs. Moon, "I Love You Truly", and music by Messrs. Stinson and Whitney. The home throughout was 'prettily deco- rated with pink and white streamers with touches of silver, and baby mums were- arranged in silver .vases. The bride's table was daintly arranged and centred with a four tier wedding cake. A dainty luncheon was served, follow- ed by ice cream and bride's cake, served by Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Mec- Gahey from silver cake baskets tied with white tulle. The remainder of the evening was spent in music and sociability. Guests were present from Toronto, Maple,- Woodville, Lind- say, Blackstock, - Ballyduff, -Cadmus, Brooklin, Manchester and Myrtle. LORNE HEZZLEWOOD DIES AT MINNEAPOLIS Loeb Hezzlewood, eldest son of the late Wm. Hezzlewood, of Raglan, died in his 82nd year at Minneapolis. His body was interred in Des Moines, Iowa, on the 19th of December. Deceased taught school on Scugog for three years, going from there to Des Moines, where he taught for some time, later becoming Superin- tendent of Schools for Humbolt Co., Iowa, and still later becoming field superintendent for a well known life insurance company of Chicago. He married Jennie Savage, of Scugog, sister of Mr. Wm, Savage, of Scugog. Mr. Hazzlewood's wife predeceased him some ten or twelve years ago, Deceased was a lover of sports of all kinds. He was a crack. rifle shot, having competed very successfully in a number of rifle competitions, both here and in the States. He came to the C. N. E. at Toronto at one time to compete in the trap shooting, and won a valuable prize, dropping 99 birds out of 100, and was closely fol- lowed by his nearest competitor with 98, THOU SHALT NOT KILL! TRE TE {TR -| nightmare, | Little America, Admiral Byrd's Experiences Am making very slow progress with the escape tunnel--about.a foot a day. even a foot means hard work, because I can use only 'one hand. I saw the blocks out, then carry them' to the hatch, where I hoist them to the sur- :| face, load them aboard a small man- hauling sledge, and haul them some distanace to leeward. Drift collects so rapidly around any raised -object that were I to dump the blocks near the shack a blizzard might seal me in for good. April 17th, ' The sun left me today, and I won't see it again till August 24th. The long night has set in; the battle is on. This promises to be the coldest spot ever occupied. The past six days the temeprature has averaged 50°; it's 57 now, and dropping. And the really cold weather doesn't set in till August. Walked today without a face mask, and wasn't any too comfortable, That is one disadvantage of being alone. 'When two men walk together, one can watch the other for the dead- white patches of frost-bite, which form without the warning of pain. On 'very cold days I've found that the ventilating pipes in the roof and even the stovepipe rapidly choke up with ice. This is due to condensation of moisture, which instantly freezes. This afternoon I had to take the stove- pipe down and knock out the ice with a hammer. May 23rd. Blew a gale last night. The stove- pipe rattled so, and the wind shouted so much in the ventilators, that I slept fitfully. The shack seemed to shake and heave. Only a person who has been through a polar night blizzard can appreciate its fury; it's 'worse than a storm at sea. The air about you explodes with vast concussions; it streams with flying drift, stinging like buckshot. The wind has a sufto- cating quality; you can't breathe. 'It fastens upon you as upon a personal enemy, and scufflees gigantically., It batters at your reason, and you think that the malevolence of the whole uni- verse is bent upon yourundoing. It's only seven paces from my trapdoor to the instrument shelter; but when I went aloft to take an "ob" I thought I'd never get back. When I came be- low I found that the wind had blown out the stove. May 28th. Feeling too rotten lately to do much writing, Something is sapping my strength. I'm convinced the fumes from the stove and possibly from the pressure lamps are getting into my system. I'm doing everything within my power to lick this problem, and I'm not discouraged. I've made num. erous changes in the ventilatng ar- rangements, to get better flow of air. Still, I can't expect everything here to be simple and easy. On May 29th Byrd's diary told of hearing many snow quakes, sounding like great cannon in the distance. There was no entry on the 30th. Even now he is not wholly 'sure of what happened on that day. = It was like being slugged from behind. He had a radio schedule with Little America that day. The small gasoline generator powering his set was run- ning in the tunnel. Byrd kept it out there to lessen the fumes thrown off hy its exhaust. "The engine started to skip", Byrd said, "and I went out td see what was wrong. I tinkered a moment with the carburetor. Then things went black before my eyes. My last conscious act was to try to close the switch. I'm not sure that I was'knocked out. I re- niember there was a long mental struggle, and a lovely drowsiness. I 'was on my knees, and I suppose IT was 'freezing. "One way or another, I managed to ---- and sign off. I never heard your ac- knowledgment. As the pain crowded hours of uncertainty dragged into weeks and months, Byrd never yielded to the temptation to tap out the three tiny letters on his radio, "SOS", and, maybe, risk the lives of others. So the epic struggle was fought out at Advance Base alone. The only record is Byrd's diary; and that, written by dim candle-light by fingers stiff with cold, is as blank and stark as one would expect it to be. For three days after he was strick- en with poisoning Byrd's diary was blank, Then on June 2d he wrote: June 2nd I'm afraid it's- the nd The last forty-eight hours have been a 'long I've been in a comatose condition part of the time--fumes from the stove and gas engine. I've written instructions for the men at I expect the expedi- tion to carry on in the spring and finish its job. Letters for the family crawl back to the shack, find the key, are in the green box. 1 refuse to go under without a fight, but it takes all my resolve to make an effort. I seem to be utterly without stréngth. It took me a long time to make my observa- tions. Hot tea and powdered milk are the only things I can BE { down. June 4th. Radio schedule with L. A. yesterday. was nearly fatal. It drained my last bit of reserye to finish it. I got ready for it two hours in advance the engine in from the tunnel and thawed it out Hear the stove and re- turned it to its place in the tunnel, The 'engine weighs only 40 pounds, and I had to move it scarcely 20 feet, but the took 'me half "an- hour, Pushed and dragged it, inches at a time, on my hands and knees. Thank God; it takes only the pressure of a finger to operate the key. Code won't betray me. June 6th, This is a ghastly way to go oul alone in utter darkness, with nothing friendly at hand. I've been in tough spots before--in flights especially, On flights events move fast: You make swift decisions; and the verdict crowds you instantly. But here it is just waiting in 'darkness, living de- spairingly from hour to hour. Its human to want to live. If I gave just a hint back theré at Little Amer- ica, they'd move heaven and earth to get out here. They've got tractors. If proper precautions were taken, the journey could be made. But I know better, The darkest period is yet to come; and any journey attempted be- fore the light improves would likely end in disaster. It is unthinkable that the expedition should be exposed to additional hazards on my account. My family and friends I am_quite sure will" approve "this decision; 'they will know there was no real alternative. But the thought of what a ghastly mess this would make for those near- est and dependent on me, should I go under; oppressed me terribly, All the physical hell I'm: going through. is nothing compared -to the mental an- guish of my remorse. But life makes you pay in heavy risk for a rare ex- perience. Anyhow, the meteorological records are complete. ; " Between these pain-ridden lines runs a grim thread of implication. To this. man-isolated at the end of the earth the sheer problem of existence became a game which his mind di- rected as from a great distance; and the play was narrowed so sharply that every move held a fateful significance, Pain, was at tims the only Yeuiy- that and the will to survive. Though he checked each day off on the- calendar, Byrd lost all awareness of the time. The chronometers, wrap- ped in cotton: to keep the 'oil from freezing in their bearings, clicked with sweet con fidence, but they said noth- ing except that time was on endless river flowing through the Bilt June 8th. The - uncertainty. of my existence rises from the realization that when I blow out the candles at night I may lack the strength to get up on the morrow. In my stronger moments I keep full the oil tank supplying the stove. I use kerosene exclusively now. Its fumes seem less injurious than those from the solvent. 'My only con- tainer holds just one gallon, and I must make four trips into the tunnel to fill the tank. I creep a bit, then rest a bit--three hours to finish the job this morning. I froze my hand rather badly. In these low tempera- tures merely to touch metal will burn the skin off 'your hands. Little by little I've added to the food stores on the shelves within reach-of my bunk. They are my emergency cache. The last things I do when I turn in are to pour hot water into the thermos jar for tea in the morning, and make sure that the lantern is full of oil. If some morning I cannot get out of my bunk, I shall have enough food and light at hand to carry on for a while. June 11th. In the afternon.l put the fire out to cut fumes and.get in my sleeping bag until 6:30. Rest is a snare and delusion. The pain in my shoulders is so tense that I cannot lie on my back. I crave sedatives, but dare not risk them. Too near the ragged edge to let down even for an hour. Still can't eat--have to force food down by chewing it to the point of dissolution. © To 'take my mind off the distress of my stomach, I play solitaire while I eat. I use three decks of cards, They are marked ABC, I keep score and bet against myself. My arms grow weary just dealing the cards. Finished'a whole game to- night before I downed three mouth- fuls of food. ; - Thus June travelled its long, inexor- able, aching round. Byrd's diary en- tries grew briefer, Some days there were none, Cold' settled steadily in the little shack. Ice gathered on the; walls and never thawed. The stove- pipe on the coldest days filled with ice, and the choking fumes were dammed Ai "and flowed back into the room. Byrd |g had to pull down the pipe, hammer of the ice, and set it up again, Most of the time the temperature was in the minus forties or fifties. But, as the days went on, a brighter note began to creep into his diary. Byrd gained a little strength, his appetite improved, and he actually slept. "With a break to hold my own. I never thought life would be worth so much misery,' but it is good to be alive." ; "On July bth another blow fell. "A powerng his radio set sheared off, and he had no means of fixing it. He haa to fall back upon the emergency hand- cranked set. Unable to hook it up in time, he missed a schedule, By work- ing all night, he managed to be ready for the next schedule, The steady cranking wore him out, and he col- lapsed after signing off. The men at Little America decided to drive a tractor down to Advance Base and in July 20, No. 1 tractor set turn. them to return. Thén on August 7 a third tractor was fitted out and left for Advance Base, and after several days' travelling they were successful in reaching Byrd. They radioed Byrd keep a torch burning. burn' out. in - furs: -walked «very: slowly: on down; fellows," Byrd said: ladder. hanging from a nail, the story they had read in Byrd's face was confirmed. It was two months before Byrd was able to return to Little America. But the day after he reached here by plane he resumed direction of expedition affairs. Even then, though he man- aged the whole exploratory program and made two long flights, he was anything but well. But he slowly pulled up. Of his ordeal he rarely spoke, and never with bitterness. When someone asked him if he was sorry he did it, he said: "Not. half so sorry as some of my friends are. They told me I was a fool to go. When I left I knew I was letting myself in for a lifetime of answering leading questions. Crazy rumors are already abroad in the States. I expect that. Well, it's a pretty poor man who'll let fear 'of such things keep him from doing something he thinks worth while. I went because I wanted to go. I gained something worth while out there", = "Existence in that shack was re- duced to stark simplicity and I had things. real values of life are." MARSH HILL Mr. Roy Hood's. Orillia. Mr. John Davidson, of Peterboro Normal School and Mr. Wilmot Swan- ick, of Toronto University, spent the eek 'end at their respective homes ere. Mr. and Mrs. Orval Stone and son spent Sunday at Mr. Roy Hood's. Mr. and Mrs, Bert. Gibson and fam- ily spent Thursday last at the home Swanick, Mrs. Robt. Swanick and Anson were récent visitors with her mother Mrs. W. L. Doble of West Brock. in our neighbourhood last week, Mr. Anson Swanick left for To- ronto on Monday to continue hia or two," he wrote, "1 'should be able}$ coupling pin in the gasoline generator | § out but lost their way and had to re- | 8% A few days later a 'second one|§ set omt but"a slipping clutch forced |$§ that they were coming and told him to |§ The story of that fabulous meeting | & in the night was a long time coming. £ From far off, Poulter, one of the men, | sitting atop the cab roof with a com. | pass in his lap, suddenly saw, the blue | glare of a magnesium flare, well up | on the southern horizon, linger, and |§ Hours of creeping pro-|% . gress, then a tiny light winking a|& point off their port bow; and, just|g before they topped the last rise, a|¥ livid burst of flame as a whole bucket | of gasoline was fired, Journey's, end! i Into the headlight's glare a figure $2 Come | $8 . 4} have | $ a bowl of "hot 'soup waiting for you." |: As Poulter jumped: off to shake his | 3 hand; Byrd stumbled "and collapsed. | % Poulter caught sight of his face as|& the parka hood slipped back, and was | shocked. 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