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THF COLBORNE CHRONICLE, Thursday, April ?«th, 1960 CASTLETON by Mrs. F. Warner Mr. Bruce Moore and son of Flin Flon has been visiting relatives here last week and visited Mrs. . Greenly and family. Miss Janice Chatterson and Reid Chatterson of Port Hope and Miss Connie Bowman of Frankford visited Mrs. R. Chatterson last week. Mrs. C. Leach spent a few days last week at her home here, she moved on Saturday to live with her son in Port Credit. Mr. and Mrs. J. C. McKague were in Toronto last week. He attended the O.E.A. convention. Mrs. Wesley Dark of Port Hope spent a few days with Mr. and Mrs. H. Pomeroy last week. Mr. and Mrs. Keith Black and family visited Mr. and Mrs. T. Black over the week-end. The club held a euchre on Friday night in the Orange Hall with a pleasant time being The sudden passing of Mrs. Andrew Kemp in Wellseley Hospital on Friday was a shock to the community. She had been taking treatments for six weeks. She was 56 years of age and survived by her husband and three sons, Donald of Burlington, Douglas of Bowmanville and Junior of Scarborough. Fu-rferal service was held at Castleton United Church on Monday afternoon with interment in Castleton Cemetery. A fire early Thursday morn-destroyed the barn of Mr. John Bailey. Three tractors, planter and cultivator were also burned as well as fertilizer for this years tobacco crop. Colborne and Cobourg fire trucks both called but the barn completely burned down. Mrs. Jack Stillman is at home this week. Mr. J. Stillman is also in bed getting home from the Cobourg Hospital Saturday. DEMONSTRATION "LONE STAR" FIBREGLASS and ALUMINUM BOATS 16' aluminum ^Ht-igta*: HOLIDAY Ideal for off-shore cruising, skiing, fishing, camping out! Convertible seat bunks ... bow hatch ... big aft cockpit. Beam 79", takes up to 80 hp. 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Orphaned lambs may be bottle fed if a ewe won't take them. Ontario Department of Agriculture experts suggest this substitute: use 13 ounces evaporated milk, 13 ounces of water, and 2 tablespoons of syrup per day. Warm this to body temperature and feed it with a nippled bottle. Three four feedings are better than one large one for the first few J. A. Willoughby & Sons, Ltd. REALTORS take pleasure in announcing the Appointment of JACK C. ARMSTRONG Division Street COLBORNE, ONTARIO AS District Representative FOR THE COLBORNE AREA We feel fortunate in securing Mr. Armstrong as our agent. With his experience of thirteen years as a successful merchant in Colborne he has gained a well-earned reputation for honesty and fair dealing throughout the entire area. We are confident he will serve the people of your district capably and well. Phone: COLBORNE 172 Willoughby's Offer You . . . 60 Years of Realty Service, with Integrity Over 35 Representatives, offering you Provincial-wide Coverage on Residential, Business, Summer, Resort, and Farm Properties HEAD OFFICE -- 46 EGLINTON AVE. E., TORONTO SUGAR *i« SPICE *hj hem. smiley Some people think we Canadians are lacking in tradition. They are quite wrong. We have traditions we haven't even told anyone. This legend, reprinted by request, tells of the origin of one of them. Once upon a time, two or three million years ago, a Canadian couple lived in a cave with their three small children. When the winter had begun, they'd had eight small children, but they'd had to keep the wolf away from the door somehow, and the wolf was very partial to small children. Now, it was spring and things ere tough. The mammoth they'd put in the deep freeze at the back of the cave was gnawed to tucks and tail. The Mother had begun to eye the three small children, gaunt as they were, in a rather chilling ner. And every time the Father looked at the Mother, saliva leaked out the corners of his mouth. She had a little more meat on her than the three small children. As for the three small children, they took a snap at the calves of their parents every time they crawled past them. And the wolf had long since forsaken the front door. He knew well that if he whined •ne'd be hauled in, clubbed and end up as guest of honour It was a tense situation just to make it unbearable, the Mother started agitating about the condition of the cave. She wanted all the bones picked up and dumped outside, the skins on the floor shaken out, and the mammoth's skeleton dragged outside, so she could get into the corners and clean them. Maintaining an iron self-control, the Father went to work. He knew that if he hit her, as 'he should, and she went down, he'd pounce on her and gobble her up. He didn't want to do that, as she was a good woman, She always chewed the tougher pieces of meat before handing them to him. And she made the best sabre-tooth tiger soup in the neighbourhood. But she made a mistake when she told him to go out and get some clean sand for the floor. He rolled back the stone at the mouth of the cave. It wa golden morning, blue sky, world turning green. He took a deep breath, a quick look over his shoulder, and off, in that order and didn't stop until he had reached The Place Where the Big Ones Are. When her mate failed to return, the Mother snarled: "That lousy bum. He never has time to do anything around the house, but he always has time to The Place Where the Big Ones Are." The three small children, knowing they were living on borrowed time anyway, nodded their three small agreeably, though they didn't have a clue about what bothering her, as she stormed around, cleaning up. on, the cave was tidy and the Mother was fit to be tied. She sat in the cave entrance, chewing her nails in a combination of rage and raven-The three small children sat in the sun on their three small bottoms, looking worried. Suddenly the Mother realized she had chewed three of her fingers right down to the second joint. This would never do. Sadly but remorselessly, she fastened her gaze on the three small children. When they saw their Mother pick up her club and advance on them, the three small children uttered three small squeaks of despair, and forgetting that they hadn't learned to walk, got up and began to run like hell. Just then, who should come trolling up, whistling, but Father? The Mother scarcely had time to hide her club behind her back. "Bet you don't know what I've got for you," beamed the daddy coply, hiding something behind his back. And I'll bet you don't know what I've got for YOU," she countered, grinning whitely, id clutching her club tighter. But he knew her of old. Just : she swung, he leaped like a deer and she missed. Grinning hugely, he whipped from behind his back a knotted piece of hide, on which were strung the three biggest rainbow trout you ever saw. After the tears of remorse, and her assurance that it was just her nerves, he gave her a 12-pound trout. She was well into it before she remembered, with shame, and said: "Go and find the three small children and give them a fish." She could have saved her breath, as the three small children were already crawling out from behind three small rocks, their three small noses quivering and their three small teeth glittering. Soon their three small bellies were dragging on the ground. And so they all lived happily ever after. Until next winter. And that's the story of Opening Day of the trout season, and how it acquired its significance in our Canadian way of life, even though it interferes with the house-clean- ing. 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