Daily British Whig (1850), 4 Sep 1920, p. 12

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PAGE TWELVE THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1920. ONTARIO LADIES' COLLEGE | WHITBY, ONT. Begins its 47th Year Sept. 14, 1920 A SCHOOL OF IDEALS AND AN IDEAL SCHOOL FOR GIRLS AND YOUNG WOMEN, For Calendar and cilities unequalled. Booklet Apply to FAREWBLL. B.A. PRINCIPA " A Few Advantages 28 miles from Tor- onto. A City Coun- try School, Gym- nasium, 'Swim- ming Pool amd Outdoor Play fa- Music.-- Plane, Singing, Violin. Domestic Science. Commercial. Elocution. REV. F. L. FOR SALE ~arge dwelling, well-planted artistic grounds, ideal surround. ings, water froauf, Store with two flats, King street. Large summer- cottage, semi- furnished, Wolfe Island. Hounes nnd lots, highest grade in the city; reasonable terms, Life, Fire, Accident, Sleknéss and Automobile Insurance ef. fected. - Victory and other Bonds bought, sold, and exchanged. J.O. HUTTON A es i mmm Aim 67 CLARENCE STREET Phone 703. A avie & Barrett PLUMBING, HEATING and TINSMITHING All kinds of repair work promptly attended to. PHONE 688 . 203 WELLINGTON ST. >a THE SCHOOL CHILDREN'S PAGE Clouunings | What iakes a clown funny? | Step behind the scenes in a circus | snd ask some of the laugh-makers bow they do it. They don't agree-- pot at all. But a few standard means | of turning tricks into applause stand out. Common every day acts dome in unexpected and ridicnlous fashion or at an unusual time, ridiculous things | when something sober would be | looked for, are raw material used by [ clowns. To appreciate a joke or a funny stunt the spectator must be able to link it up with some fact in his own experience. It is for this reason that clowns do common things in _ uncommon ways. 'There "is something funny in thoughtlessness. too. The clown-- or the boy--who tries to be funny ang thinks about it seriously is likely to be classed as one_who "acts smart." Innocent ignorance, simple foolishness and seeming lack of headwork are clownish traits. Com- bined with good humor they "take." | Watch your clown friend Hg "doesn't know anything," does he? Real clowns are like jokes--they turn up only once in a while. The Clan of " North America Purina . Calf Chow Diff Is Different. Yes, it's unlike any calf meal on the market. It's different because it's better. Every ingredient is a pure feed of recognized value, no "phony" products of unknown worth. It does not con tain anise, or any appetizer. Calves eat it as greedily. as they do whole milk. i It does not scour; blood flour is one of the impsartant ingredients, which insures freedom from scours. Easy t 5 feed, no boiling, just mix with warm water, It is balanced just like whole milk. Calves thrive from the first on Purina Calf Chow and it keeps them making gains without sickly periods. It is used by many of the best dairy farms in the country to raise the finest calves. 6th. But it is cheap enough to use on any ~ calf, costs less than half as much as milk feeding. So easy to feed that boys or_ girls are asenred of success. > 3 Wholesale and Retail Distributors. 'W. P. PETERS Wholesale . ..........e.eneee. . Fpot of Princess Street Retail. :.........one........117 Brock Street | to keep the buildings thea The Winding Up FRANCIS ROLT-WHEELER A month had passed after the close | of the Juventon Camp when the Camp Treasurer brought in his financial Re- i rt. "It shows," he said, "that, after pay- | ing for the rent of the land, after paying for the labor that was used in | the farming and gardening work, and { the extra expenses for teaming, we | have only spent ong thousand dollars | of the two thous dollars that we | borrowed. Gardener John has nat only fed the camp, but has sold vege- tables to the extent ©f six hundred dollars beside. Martha has sold $200 worth of jams and jellies. "We've got an offer of $2,000 for tHe buildings, and we've got an offer to have the Camp Ground next year at an even lower figure. If we decide 'not to go back, we can clear more than a thousand dollars over and above all we've spent. If we decide we have A A EA A A A AA A i # no exp next year and our total output has been five hundred dollars. t "We have been there three, months, or twelve weeks, seventy of us, that's 840 weeks altogether, so that this camp bas cost each camper less than 75 cents a week and we've got two thou- sand dollars worth of property in those buildings, to the good." "We've depended on no one but our- selves, we've had all the fun in the world, we haven't had any serious trouble of any kind, and we've made good. The High School Boys and the High School Girls, of Juventon have shown that, with proper training and preparation, they can organize and run a community as well as any adults in any city of the Union." And,, with three cheers for next year, the Campers dissolved for the winter. (The End) mn ee tty. i : Miss C. (In Senior English) : Miss Wallace, 1 wish you would pay a little attention to the lesson. Marjorie W.: I--I'm sorry, but I | was paying as little as I could. Spectator, Central High, { Minn. ! $ THE COURAGE OF MARGE O'DOONE BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD + © : He put: the picture back into his pocket, and rose to his feet. Mechani- cally he slipped on his coat. He went to the door, opened it softly, and passed out into the night. The moon was above him, like a great, white disc. The sky burned with stars. He could see now to the foot of the ridge. over which Mukoki had gone, and the clearing about the cabin lay in a cold and luminous glory. Tavish if he had been caught in'the twilight darkness and had waited for .the moon to rise, would be showing up soon. He walked to the side of thé Cahlfi and looked back. Quite distinctly he could ses Tavish"s meat, suspended from a stout sapling that Jrojeeied straight out from under thé edge of" the roof. It hung there darkly, a little in shadow, swinging gently in "The LINDSAY PLAYER PIANO will make you a great piano player --a master of the piano, able to play classical and popular music, accompanying other instruments or singing. Ina word it gives you, in 10 minutes, the ability that-a "musician takes 15 years to acquire. Come in for free demonstration. "If you have a silent Plano, we ill a t it as part payment on I of a Player. See us about it. : Q.R.S. Rolls-the latest always CW. LINDSAY LIMITED 121 Princess Street 3 - ? Kingston the wind that had risen, and tap-tap- tapping against the logs. David moved, toward it, gazing at the edge of the forest in which he thought he had heard a sound that was like the creak of a sledge runner. He hoped it was Tavish returning. For several moments he listened with his back to the cabin. Then he turned. He was very close to the thing hanging from the sapling. It was swinging plightly. The moon shone on it, a then-- Great God! A face--a human face! A face, bearded, with bulging, star- ing eyes, gaping mouth--a grin of agony frozen init! And it was tap- ping, tapping, tapping! "He staggered back with a dreadful cry. He swayed to the door, groped . blindly for the latch, stumbled in clumsily, like a-drunken man. The horror of that lifeless, grinning face was in his voice. He had awakened the Missioner, who was sitting up staring at him.. "Tavish . . ." cried David, chok- ingly; "Tavish--ig dead!" and he pointed to the end af the cabin whera they could hear that tap-tap-tapping against the log wall, ~\¢ Chapter XII. Not until afterward did David real- ize how terribly his announcement of Tavish's'death must have struck into the soul of Father Roland. For a few seconds the Missioner did not move. He was wide awake, he had heard and yet he looked at David dumbly, his two hands gripping his blanket. When he did move, it was to turn his face slowly toward the. end of the cabin where the thing was hanging, with.only the wall between. Then, still slowly, he rose to his feet. * David thought he had only half understood. '"Tavish---is dead!" he repeatad huskily, straining to swallow the thickening in his throat. "He is out there--hanging by his neck--dead!" . "Dead! He emphasized the word --spoke it twice. 4 Father Roland still did not an- swer! He was getting into his clothes mechanically, his face curi- ously ashen, his eyes neither horri- fied nor startled, but with a stunned look In them. He did not speak when he went to the door and out into the night. David followad, and in a moment they stood close to the thing that was hanging where Tav- ish's meat should have been. The moon threw a vivid sort of spotlight on it. It was grotesque and horrible ----very bad to look at, and unfor- gettable. Tavish had not died 2asily. He seemed to shriek that fact at them as he. swung there dead; even now he seemed mora terrified than cold. His teeth gleamed a little. That, perhaps, was the worst of it all. And his hands were :lenched tight. David noticed that. Nothing seem- 2d relaxed about him. Not until he had looked at Tavish' for perhaps sixty full seconds did Father Roland speak. He had recov- ered himself, judging from his voice. li} It was quiet and unexcited. But in his first words, unemotional as they wera, there was a significance that was almost frightening. "At last! The Elephant-Nosed Shrew And the Memory-Maon said, Some Kaffir hunters, having only caught a little small game, saw a storm coming and ran into,a hut for shelter. Soon the owner of the hut came, It was a Snake. "You are my prisoners," said the Snake. "You must give the game you have caught to your dogs, to eat, so that. they may get fat, then you must eat your dogs, so that you may be fat, and that I shall eat you." But an Elephant-nosed Shrew, lit- tle bigger than a mouse, desiripg to save the hunters, came to the 'door and squeaked: "That is cleverly said, O snake, and when you have got fat, I will eat you." . Which impudent remark so an- gered -the snake that he writhed out of the hut to chase the Shrew, who slipped into his hole, this giving the hunters a chance to escape. "Ah," said the Shrew, when he was safe in his hole, "if your spirit had been as big as your body, O Snake, you would have ignored the taunts of anyone as small as I am." Wounded vanity will lead us into constant mistakes. R-W. Daily Twelve-Syllable Rhyme No one yet . Learned to fly Who was too Scared to try. *Well, Li ae do : e ucille, how do like it here in the south?" you "Ever so much, Mother, but I'm: glad you've come. I've been fso worried. All we girls have been suf- fering terribly from hives, great big ones, and they .itch so much. What's the reason?" "Heat, dampness and fresh fruit. It's a sign of too much acid in the blood. You need more alkali. Take a 'pinch of bicarbonate of soda in . half a glass of water, every other day. Make your bread of soda and .sour-milk instead of with yeast. When you drink lemonade, make it fizz with a pinch of baking soda added to the sugar. "For a lotion to stop the itching of the hives, lay some moistened bi- carbonate of soda directly on the in- flamed areas. You will find that this internal treatment will gradually cause the hives to disappear, and the external treatment will relieve the annoyance." "Oh, Mother, I wish T had writ- ten and asked you weeks ago." ~--GEORGETTE BEURET. Wormwood was used by the.anc- ents for its medicinal properties, Cockroaches are found in all parts of the civilized world. ¢ He was speaking to himself, look- ing straight into Tavish"s agonized face, A great shudder swept through David. She! Hea wanted to cry out. He wanted to know. But the Mis- sioner now had his hands on e gruesome thing in the moonlight, and he was saying: "There 1s still warmth in his body. He has not been long dead. He hang- ed himself, I should say, not mora than half an hour before we reached the cabin. Give me a hand, David!" With a mighty effort Davidspulied himself together. After all, it was nothing more than a dead man hang- ing thera. But his hands were like ice as he seized hold of it A knife gleamed in the moonlight over Tav- ish's head as the Missioner cut the rope. They lowered Tavish to the snow, and David went into the cabin for a blanket. Father Roland wrap- ped tle blanket carefully about the body sa that it would not freeze to ths ground. Then they entered the cabin. The Missionar threw off his coat. and built up the fire. When he turned he seemed to notice for the first time the deathly pallor in David's face. Day. Wi She made him do that!" |' ee Tr ee IE ~ Cedar Give it . . Phone 1042. LEATHER MITTS, OIL CUPS LEMMON 187 PRINCESS STREET 'We have a fine stock of 12" B. C. Cedar. Allan Lumber Co. ATE Thresher's Supplies BELTING (all sizes) BELT LACES, CYLINDER OIL, CHINE OILS, CUP G REASE PACKING. . VALVES, carried in st ock at:-- : ® Sheeting a tnal. : - . : Victoria Street ARERR A A A MA- FITTINGS, ETC. & SONS KINGSTON | | | | 4 May Strachan, Dorothy Mackay and Connie McLennan as they appear in F. Stuart Whyte's newest English pantomine, 'Babes in the Wood," coming to the Grand Opera House for two nights, starting Monday, September 6th, with a special matinee on Labor Jsay. 4 "It shocked you--when you found | it there," he said. "Ugh! wonder, But I, . . David, I didn't | 'tell you I was expecting something | like this. I have feared for Tavish. | And to-night when the dogs and Mu- koki signalled death I was alarmed-- | until we found the fire in the stove. | It didn't seem reasonable them. I thought Tavish would return. The dogs were gone, too. He must have freed them just bafore he went out there. Terrible! But justice--jus- tice, I suppose. God sometimes works His ends in queer ways does- | n't He?" Sold by the Grocers or telephone 834. 1 don't vid, "What do yo again fight? in his throat. must know, self?" His hand was clutching at breast, where the picture lay. He wanted to tear it out in this mo- ment, and demand of.Father Roland whether this was tha face-----the girl's face--that had haunted Tavish. mean?" cried Da- that thickening "Tell me Father! I Why did he Kill him- his (To Be Continued.) This story wilt be shown in ple- tures at the Strand Theatre about the middle of September. --and a handful of raisins Three cheers for Bread Pudding! The whole family sings "Happy Days" on Bread Pud- ding Day---and Dad hands over the "house money' with a smile! TOYE'S Bread is GOOD bread. Save the \ crusts and left-over loaves for Bread Pudding th a handful of raisins and an egg or so, you have the ingredients for the world's most popular dessert.

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