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$1.60 por yeu a ada ih 6 cents single copy © Wateh your: labels it tells when your : Subsetipian | explten i AR PORT PERRY, ONT, THURSDAY, MARCH 8th, 1934 SAMUEL FARMER, Editor and Publisher a % University Extension Lecture A Trip Through Italy, Hlustrated - Brief Summary of a Lecture delivered by Prof, Goggio, of Toronto University. Italy is a treasure house of art, Every civilization has contributed to this amazing wealth of beauty, Even. the fact that Italy was not a united country until 1870 'has added to this wealth, because every prince and -'potentate employed his own . artists, who vied With "each other in architecture, statuary, mural decoration, "painting, carving, music--all that delights the eye 'and ear, In the pictures shown by Prof. Goggio, it was evi- dent" that these treasures of art are not hidden; but : .may be seen in every city--in the squares and parks, outside the cathedrals, and wherever the people con- gregate for business or pleasure. : Untold wealth has been spent in adding to the nat- ural charm of Italy, by using the amazing skill of the artists to adorn the buildings and places of resort. The happy part of it all is that the present Government of Italy is clearing away any unsightly accumulations that have had a tendency to hide the beautiful monu-' ments and buildings; and is doing all that is possible - to render these artistic productions easily accessible 5 by modern and cheap methods of transportation, Art is Italy' 8 chief asset. It is useless to attempt to give any comprehensive idea of the beauties revealed by Prof, Goggio's pie- tures and 'lecture. One has an irresistible desire to linger and explore and enjoy. The audience caught. glipses of Palermo, Milan, Rome, Pisa, Florence, Venice; and in none of these did we see skyscrapers, or the evidences of a rushing commerce; but in all of them was charm, and an-ap- preciation of the background of history. leisureliness about Italian life that finds room for the enjoyment of beauty; and a freedom from convention and the demands of the clock which renders it easy for self-expression in music. In the old days the baths, the market place, and the forum gave ample scope for social life, and, even yet, you may See ruins of the wondertal baths, such as those of Caracalla. "To-day social life centres itself in the dates, the - LE i biz one, aha no good. I go theatres, and the parks, There is music everywhere, 'and the Italian "Sets him to sing his morning round- elay,. because he likes to sing, and likes the song." It is to be hoped that neither war nor commree will ever-rob the world of the beauties of Italy 2 There is a ~ Move to the West - their Brides leave this week for Bechard, Saskatchewan. Wednesday of this week for Simpson, Saskatchewan. Evidently the pioneer spirit still lives with us. Two of the young men of Port Perry, who were recently married, have determined to try their fortunes in the West, and they are leaving this week for Bechard, Saskatchewan, where they will take up farming. They will be accompanied by Mr. Robt. 'Somerville, who will spend the summer with them, returning to Port: Perry, in October. : - In addition to this party, Mr. and Mrs. Stophen Lambkin left on Wednesday afternoon to go to Simp- gon, Saskatchewan, where Mr. Lambkin has a farm, Mr. Lambkin will be remembered by the people of Port Perry as the dispenser of good milk.. (By the * way, Mr. Scott has taken over Mr. Lambkin' 8 milk route.) The people of this community will be greatly inter- ested in the success of these our neighbours, If good wishes will help, they will have abundant prosperity. The Somerville party are motoring through to their destination, taking an auto and a fine big truck, Mr, and Mrs, Laub » went id train, Safe foney. Port Perry People Messrs. Roy and Arthur Somerville and Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Lambkin left on Jone boy get kill, 8) The Haunted Shack <5 While on our way to a new "apple ground we came, after a three day trip north of Portage la, Prairie, to the "Wonderful Spring." This is one of the most beautiful springs one could wish to find--cold as ice and clear as crystal. My chum William Adams (better known as Billie) a first-rate shot and all round sports- man, was as much delighted with the place as I was. While we were ad- miring the surroundings there rose on the air a Honk! Honk! "Listen Jim" said Billie, "Doesn't that sound like wild geese?" "Sure does" I replied, "but I can't see them yet." A few moments later I saw a black spot on the Prairie, about a mile awdy., It was a Red River Cart; a vehicle which can imitate a flock of geese to perfection, especially on a clear frosty day. This cart is made of two shafts, two big wheels and a box made of wood, rushes or willows. It does not contain one bit of iron and as it is never greased it becomes a music box which can be heard for miles. We did not have ong to wait before the stranger became visible and I said to Billie "I know who it-is, I would know that Bronk anywhere and his driver is Old Musk-rat, Tom La Pointe, a French Balechreed, and here he is now." "Whoa!" said Tom as he drove up. "By Gar, what you do here my friend? "Some Bronc you got this time," "Sure is, He good pony, big, strong; sure is." x "Well Tom," I said. "How goes it? Where have you come from this time, up river?" "I come from Lake Dauphin," he answered, "and, by Jake, some long way. Five suns, good, trip, make lots Indian Dance; Skidawaboo, big fight, One hell time. You no tell me where go all same?" "We are not far from our journeys end," I. said. "We are going up the Grass River, I don't know how far; but want to reach the "Shacks" by noon to-morrow. We: may stay here}; for a few days." "When. you get there," cried Tom, "don't camp in shacks. Anyway don't there one time and hell she sure in there, so I take trail right off and no go back. By great horn spoon keep 'way from dat place; she sure coween" (no good.) "Now then, Old Timer" demanded Billie. "What are you trying to do with us? You give a fellow the creeps. Tell us all about it." . "Listen," said Old Tom, "I tell all about it. One night about three, four weeks ago, I stop there and I go to sleep plenty tired. Something make noise like moan; then she make bad noise like sigh, so Tom he say--'no place for whité man or Indian. Some fellow tell me man kill white woman and dig hole under shack and put her in there. . Mounties go, look see, but no good, she gone, By gar, she back now though, and thats all I know. You boys keep 'way from shack. I no go back for hundred beaver skins. .} Friend of mine go there and he so scared, he no good no more. He stay in house all time. His squaw try get him go trap some fur but he say "Coweert" and stay in house all same, and no come out, She go to shack and say "My Man, he got Jobli" (Devil) so she get witch-doctor and he try and chase Jobli out but no good; he all same yet." ; \ "Well, Tom," I said, "come_on and haye some grub, you are just in time." "That good job," laughed Tom. "I big empty, no grub all day, want to get here 'fore dark. I turn my Bronk loose, then he get supper too, by gar." We were not long in disposing of our meal of bacon, bread and butter, and then rolled into our blankets for the night. Next morning there was a cold drizzling rain, buf we had to push on, as our time was limited, so we hitched up our horses and, y after receiving an- other warning from Old Tom to keep away from the shack, te started on our way to we knew not what. Before 'noon we were delayed by rain and snow and sq we camped for two hours or more, in'a bluff where we had the protection of some spruce trees. 'When the wind became quieter we resumed our journey. At about four o'clock we had the satisfaction of seeing the old Grass River, also some half dozen shacks. And just across the river from the big shack, the old man had Warned us By J. C. COCKBURN about, was a long ridge of timber which had the appearance of having been felled and cut into stove wood. This was strewn all along the bank. "Jehoshaphat" said Billie, "someone lives there! Look at all the wood cut down." "No" I said, "this is beaver work, and I' think I know now why that old dog of a half-breed wants us to think the place is haunted," He is hoping to catch all these beaver himself, The river is all dammed up by the beaver and they are building houses here where they have found .a small lake. See all that brush sticking up over there. Examine that to-morrow and you will find limbs of trees, that have been cut up, and after being towed to their houses have been sunk for winter feed, "However, we will see all that to- morrow; but I certainly am disap- pointed in the old man, trying to fool us, "Well, let us do some exploring right now." We found the cabin just in the same shape as when I had last been there. It was built of poplar logs with well thatched peaked roof and contained one" large room, 'a leaning fireplace with an old slab mantelpiece hewn out of a log, one bench, one bunk with poles for a mattress. We were soon unloaded and had our horse tied under the shelter of spruce and balsam trees where there was plenty of grass, and although this was getting covered with snow there was enough to help the bronco keep hunger away. We went through the usual proced- ure of unpacking and got our bed made up on the old bunk, We carried in a lot of old wet poplar but as this had to be dried so that we could burn it, we had to have a fire started, so we took one of the poles which formed the bottom of our bunk, cut and split it and soon had a fire going. We were both. tired out: after our long trip over bad roads, so we sat down on the bunk to rest. While we 'were congratulating ourselves that we had reached our journey's end for a few days, we were startled by hearing a cough, which seemed to come from the floor. The expression on my chum's face was, to say the least of it, one of horror and by Billie's ac- count, mine was even worse, (if that 'were possible.) Neither of us could speak for a moment but at last I gathered up have a look around. We examined every board in the floor, then went outside and examined the roof; but everything seemed all right, There were no tracks in the snow, which was falling heavily. The wind by this time was blowing a gale... What could it mean? Was Old Tom right after all? I, for one, was no believer in ghosts or anything of the kind and I knew Billie was not of that kind, either, so we canie to the conclusion that it must have been Jumbo, (the horse) that coughed, and as the wind was coming from his direction. it clinched that idea. We went inside again, made up a little more fire and hung a pail of water over the blazk to make some tea. Suddenly we sound, this time like a other. better go and find out." - By this time it was dark so we had to .resort to the lantern. Jumbo was all right and busy pawing away the ghow so that he could get at the grass, : "Well, old fellow," I said, "What is all this noise about? No answer, not even a snort, so we returned to the house. Just as we got to the door Billie slipped on some snow and fell, striking his héad on the end of the door jam. ' The lantern struck on the opposite side and was smashed to bits, There we were with no lantern. How: ever we had plenty of candles; but a lot of stuff had to be unpacked before we could get at them.. While we were busy getting the candles there came one lonely groan, this time not from the direction of the horse. Now, I believed I had the right iden. Someone was playing a trick on us and was making all these noises from a bluff on the north side of the shack, "That settles it," safd Billle and he unpacked a big forty-five colt revolver. don't want to be up for manslaughter, "Hold on, Old Man", I cried, "we courage enough to suggest that we] just because some fool wants to play a practical joke on us, thinking to Wait until dayslight and we will be able to track him to his lair, If we had our lantern we could do it now, Oh, for some hickery bark, birch bark, cedar bark, anything for a torch!" "Well", said Billie, "he had better not show himself too close. It might not be healthy, I have seen a gin go off in my hands before now--accident- ly, of course. Yes, and in yours, too. Say, old scout, I'm hungry, sleepy and ready for bed--Indians, white men or bears, come on, grub for mine." "Suits 'me fine", I agreed. "Put some tea in that pail, and here is some bacon." Say! "what "was that?" "What?" said Billie, "I didn't hear anything." "Something went through this room like a bird flying." "Go on, big fellow," said Billie, "you have the jumps for sure." "For heaven's sake, listen," I said. "There is something in this house be- side ourselves. Where is it? Can it be under the floor?" . Now there came a long sigh, then a cough, We sat like two owls, back to back, watching the door and window, (which had an old piece of canvas drawn across it), waiting for dear knows what. Probably the party that was fitting a rise out of us. By this time I had thought of my belt and holster hanging on an old peg, so I began gently shuffling to- ward it, (not that I intended to shoot anyone but just didn't intend being held up.) I snuffed out the candle much against my chum's wish." What is the idea?" he wanted to know. "Well," I answered, "if we have a light anyone can see through dozens of cracks and we would make two elegant targets but we can't see them. So keep mum and they won't be able to locate us." * "Oh! say!" whispered Billie, "there it 'goes -again. That noise is not out of doors, it is right in this house. Maybe some ventriloquist or an Indian witch-doctor." "Here", I said, "have some tea. We pour it out." "Look out," cried Billie, "what are you trying to do anyway?" "Nothing" I replied. "I never moved. What in the world is the matter?" "Something struck me on the hand and I nearly dropped the tea pail. For heaven's sake light a candle. I can't stand this. I would rather be a target for some fool that can't shoot than set in this dark hole. Well, I was never one to believe in the supernatural but this was getting on my nerves and my chum was jump- ing at the slightest whistle of the wind or creeking of the rafters. Just then the door flew open, and 'then shut, of its own accord. That was enough for Billie. i= "The Lord preserve us," he said, I certainly saw someone when that door blew open." . . "Well," 1 said, "open it." "There may be some poor devil there who is all in." "Open it yourself, mister, for my part I prefer grabbing our blankets and beating it to the spruce trees, I can't stand this any longer." By this tire I thought I had better make good so I opened the door; but "Ithere was nothing to be seen but stiow, so I got a candle and lit it, but the wind made a fool out of that. There was nothing to be done but go out and investigate, so arming my- self with a gun I sallied forth (much against my will.) The farther I went the braver I became until I had been all around the shanty and over to Jumbo's quarters where I found him peacefully lying. down and covered with snow. I went back ilo the house and triad to close the door but couldn't get it within a foot of closing, trying as I would, so I got a log of wood and placed it against the door intending to let it go at that. "For heaven's sake," cried Billie, "ghut the door or we are going to freeze." "Shut it yourself" I said. "I can't." He jumped up at that and went at the door, opening it a little wider and closing it with ease, "What was the matter with yout" he said. "A baby could have closed it." "Not when 1 was trying" 1 said, (Continued on back page) frighten us away from those beaver. can see by the light of the fire to] some coach lights, for the hauling requirements of the retail user, panels provide ample lettering space, and are illuminated by. hand- Interior is lined and has dome light. glass windshield. MODEL 117 WITH KNEE ACTION WHEELS TO GIVE THE FLOATING RIDE This model is an asset to any firm. The Chevrolet Sedan Delivery combines passenger car elegance with really practical consideration Large inset side Safety The following account of the acci- dent was taken from the Globe of Tuesday: Alfred Wilkinson, was instantly killed when he returned to examine a charge of dynamite he had previously ignited, while employed as powder- man at the relief camp near Denbigh last Friday. Fellow-workers saw Wilkinson signal regarding the dyna- mite charge, light it and beat a hasty retreat. Later Wilkinson, who ap- parently thought the charge had not ignited, returned to the fuse but a split second before it exploded. Re- mains. of the body were found some thirty feet away, The fatality was investigated by Provincial Constable Barrett of Nap- anee, assisted by Dr. D. K. Hall, Cor- oner, following which it was deemed advisable to hold no inquest, as the unfortunate affair was undoubtedly an accident. } Deceased was well liked i "Alf." Wilkinson Killed by Explosion near Kaladar. Alfred Wilkinson, a former Tesident, of Port Perry, was killed at a road camp, on March 2. Wilkinson, when in Port Pore: resided with Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Asher, and worked for the Port Perry Coal Yard. He left here some 2 years ago and had been making his home at New Toronto, until last fall he went to the unemployment camp. He was a Barnardo boy and came from England as a child. He served overseas during the war, and was about 40 years of age. He had been' unemployed for some time, and went to the northern development camp just before Christmas and helped to do the dynamiting on the roads under construction, He was located at camp No. 4C1 at Den- bigh. He had no relatives in Canada, although a sister is liv- ing in England. in Port Perry. He was a a man of good character, and an excellent worker. It is 'with great regret that we record his untimely death The Excitement Grows To-Night's Game May Decide the Semi- Finals in Rural Hockey--if there are not too many 'ties' Prince Albert 1, Greenbank 0. Port Perry 3. Honeydale 3. Those who attended the rural hockey games Tuesday evening had a royal good time. "The game between Prince Albert and Greenbank was particularly good, and, with Honeydale and Port Perry tieing the score, the standing of the teams is still an uncertain matter: If you like hockey and can be at the game to-night (Thursday) you should see a good night's sport. The Rural Hockey Clubs appreciate the good work done by their Secretary-Treasurer, Mr. Art. Somer- ville, and extend to him best wishes for a safe journey _ and future prosperity in his Western home. Toronto Celebrates Her 100th Birthday. Judging by the opening event, Toronto will cele- brate her 100th Birthday in royal style this year. Al- ready the air is full of history, banquets, pageants and music. Apparently this city has improved great- ly since the days when it was known as "Muddy York," with plenty of mud to warrant the name. To- day she is the Queen City, with a 'coronet of sky scrapers, jewelled with glorious buildings and lovely parks. In her court are thousands of beautiful homes. This *'Queen" lives in a blaze of light, and day and night tribute is brought to her doors. Toronto has grown in magnificence, and every town in Ontario has helped to pay for her greatness. From farm, hamlet, village, and town, ambitious young men and women have turned their steps to. Toronto, . where their industry and ability have earned for them success, but their birth places are the poorer. = And our money has followed our ambitious children,