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Prom across the city's roof-trees Cane the sound of crows' harsh caving Strident notes, with subtle echoegâ€" Beard above the city's roar- They brought pictures. sweet. refresh- O! the cool September moms. Through frostowmtened pasture Gold and purple asters leaning O’er their mirrored autumn charmsâ€" With golden carpet, golden ceiling shade. Autumn-jewelled, their walls are hung. Sun-mp uplsnd meadows, lightly Greened with first September rams Where the crow clan meet in center- ence, Caw'mg out their autumn plans. ‘_ ‘â€"_|__ 86111 are the meadow lands, and Ripens the upland com. And over the brown gradual mu The moon has dipped a horn. The voices o! the dear unknown With sllent hearts now call, My rose of youth ls over blown And trembles to the (all. My song («sakes me. like the birds That leaves the rain and gray, I hear the music 0! the words My lute can never say. - ~ 4â€"-2 .I‘ September Frances Ledwidge Advertise in THE CHRONICLE The Paper Saw ye want 0’ sweet September. Going down the tangled W? I! you saw her, you’d remember, And you’d turn to look her way. Royal purple is she wearing, Surely you have seen her raring Through the elust'ring golden-rod. She’s a regal maid, and splendid. And her bounty’s full and free; Generous and open-handed. Lavish with her gifts is she. Surely you have seen September. With her shining hair wind blown? Tell me, do you not remember Which of these ways went she down? Ah, she's gone! But hark, aâ€"ringing O’er the upland, faint and clear, Comes the echo of her singing “I’ll return another year!" Farewell, then, 0 Winsome maiden, ' Golden rod will bloom again, Asters nod. and hawthornes reddenâ€" Seekingfl shall find thee there! ' Jessie Findlay Brown. And with sold her feet are shodâ€" ‘ . “Just As the Fruit” Just as the fruit of a high, sunny Shrivelled with ripeness, sputs to me rich heart And looses a gold kernel to the mould So the old world. hanging long in the garden. Grown me! Just as V“-- And deep enriched with effort and with love, Escape, a lovely wraith of spirit, to latitudes Where the appearance, throated like a ‘ bird. Winged with fire, and bodied all with passion Shall name with presage, but joy. Glad that I live am I That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew. After the sun, the rain. After the rain, the sun; This is the way of life. Till the work be done. All that we need to do, Be we low or high, 13 to see that we grow Nearer the sky. These are days of competition and "every little bit helps". Sales may not be very brisk, but this is the very reason you should get your share. Tell the people 'what you have to sell and if your price is right they’ll buy. mellow with autumn sun A Little Song of Life with ripeness, splits to the Duncan Campbell Scott. with the Durham and District circulation not of tears DEER COURTS DEATH TO GET CHOCOLATE BARS Bllly, the deer, has provided a new worry for Station Agent J. F. Corbett, at Joe Lake, Ontario, since this year he seems to answer every locomotive whistle by rushing onto the track in: front of Joe Lake station in Algon-‘ quin Park to beg for chocolate bars and other dainties from the children who are spending their holidays there. Billy wandered into the station grounds for the first time a couple of years ago, and since that time he has apparently adopted Station Agent Cor- bett. This year he returned from the forests at the beginning of summer with two companions, whom the tour- ists soon named Maude and Teddy.] The newcomers are content to browse! along the side of the railway right-ofl way and on approach of a train they seek shelter at the edge of the nearest bush. Not so Billy, however, who has sensed that train attract children and children can be coaxed to share pea- nuts, chocolate bars and other dainties. Consequently whenever a train is due Station Agent Corbett has to shoo Billy of! the track before the oncoming lo- comotive does the job for him with great finality. Billy the deer is now eight years old‘ and shows every sign of continuing to be a feature of Joe Lake station for passengers on the Canadian National trains, as well as for the summer res- idents who have their cottages around the lake. Maude and Teddy, younger members of the deer tribe, can be coax- ed to accept tidbits from the hands of children, but Billy needs no coaxing. And if children with candies are not available, Billy loves to get among the men and beg for a chew of tobacco or a discarded cigar butt. Chocolate ‘bars. however, are a “piece de resist- ance" for him, and they disappear, wrappings and all. in short order. However, Station Agent Corbett wish- ‘ es Billy could read, for he has a lot of safety first literature, concerning the dangers of wandering on railway tracks which he would like Billy to assimilate by some other means than eating itâ€" which Billy is quite prepared to do at any time. Read The Classified Ads. on Page 7. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE KNOWLEDGE 0F REGULATIONS MAY SAVE UNPLEASANTNESS Ignorance of the law does not excuse one for breaking it. Knowledge of the regulations below may save unpleasant- ness and perhaps more severe penalties. It is unlawful in Ontario: 1 To employ a guide unless he is licensed. 2 To molest or destroy a den or usual place of habitation of any fur-bearing animal other than wolf. 3 To carry a loaded gun in a motor car or vehicle. 4 To use snares for any purpose in the counties of Victoria. Peterborough, Hastings, Lennox. Addingbon, Fronten- ac. Leeds and Grenville. 5 To shodt between sunset and sun- rise (standard time) or between sunset on Saturday and sunrise on the follow- ing Mbnday (standard time). 6 To shoot or spear muskrat, or to set a trap closer than five feet to musk- rat house, burrow, feed house or push- up, or within 20 feet of a beaver house. -7 To permit the flesh of any animal or bird taken. suitable for food, to be destroyed or spoilt, or the pelts of fur bearing animals to be destroyed or spoilt. 8 To carry a firearm for the purpose of hunting in Essex. Kent, Lambton, Elgin, Middlesex, Oxford, Norfolk, Brant, Haldimand, Welland, Lincoln, Wentworth, York, Peel, Haldimand, Waterloo, Perth. South Wellington and South Huron, without a license. 9 To angle or hunt without a licence if you are a non-resident. 10 To take any small- or large-mouth black bass, maskinonge, speckled trout, brown trout, rainbow trout. or other Pacific trout except by angling. 11 To buy. sell or export black bass, maskinonge, speckled trout, brown trout rainbow trout, or other Pacific trout no matter how procured, or to sell yel- low pickerel (pike perch or dore), pike v ‘Scugog in any county during the close season for the taking of bass and mas- u kinonge. or lake trout taken by angling or in any other manner except under license. Non-residents may, on leaving the pro- vince, take the lawful catch of two days‘ fishing if shipping coupon sup- plied with angling licence is atteched to package containing such list. fl--L vv râ€"v"--v_ 7 12 To fish from a boat or other float- ing device or through the ice in the counties of Victoria, Peterborough. Durham and Northumberland, and the waters of the river Trent and Lake Sanwtouuumu 19:43:11 Predicts Wet-In m In 1037, and Overwhelming Vtctory For Democrats Next November. “The little old man.” he ls famil- iarly termed by the habitues of a cer- lain Montreal restaurant. Night after night [or years he has come in for a snack. Always he takes the same seat and lingers over a sparse meal while he watches the rest of the patrons or reads a book which he takes from his pocket. He always wears a black suit and the coat is always long enough to be a-Prince Albert. He has not left the city for a long time. Few know what he does. But occasionally when some- one sits beside him he waxes gami- lous. It seems that the little old man is a bit of a prophet. “And you newspaper men would call me a character," he admitted with a slow smile, when a reporter sat be- side him. added more seriously. “I foretold the beginning of the war of 1914. I thought it would last three years. There I was a little out. When the Armistice came I said to my friends “Here comes a boom. I give it tw years.’ And in November 1928. I told them ‘Within a year we’ll have a de- flation that will last for four." Reason nnd Hunch The little old man stirred a cup of strong coffee and looked solemn. He seemed to be waiting for something. Then said the reporter. "And what about the next few years and how do you reach your conclusions?" U "Two-thirds reason and one-third hunch." was the quick reply to the last half of the double-barrelled ques- tion. "Yes." he continued. “I have some of the main trends of the next few years charted out." I ‘...L The depression, saicl ne. wul last until the middle of 1934. "Too many problems still to be ironed out." he explained. “Look at EurOpe. Look at the east. Look at the vast stocks of commodities which still have to be thinned by a slow tortuous adjust- ment of the law of supply and de- admitted character said, “that the‘ Democrats will win overwhelmingly atl the next election in the United States. The Hitler party, but not Hitler. will be in power in Germany within six months. Our financial markets will practically stand still until mid-sum- mer of 1933. Then there wil be a bit of a spurt for three or four months. ‘Then a lull again and a second hard winter in the future. I set the be- 1‘-.. “But I can tell you one thing." he ginning of April 1934. Another War. 1937 “Despite all the talk about no war being local in future. there will be a war between two EurOpean nations in 1937. Russia will continue to veer to- ward the right and a republican form of government will succeed the Sov- iets. We will never again have the boom from which we have just come: but we will have good steady progress and more all-round prosperity. “Take it down.” he added. Then: “That’s all for tonightâ€"no. I forgot. II want to add this: ‘We won’t have any form of real socialism on this continent for the next forty years. It won’t be necessary. for many adjust- ments will come gradually, naturally and practically painlessly.” “You can tell the peOpIe," the self coming to." anYWBY- Sees Into Future 1e of 1934. "Too many to be ironed out." he suit and ONCE GLOIIOUS ”MN PAmC IN “‘8 I‘ll: mhieolociste from W into the, re- mnins of the ancient cltlee them; but since the World We: overturned eu- thority there, the excavations are be- ginning to look like the Klmberley dil- mond mines. Museums in all civilized countries are piling up the remnants of the early peoples. ~ But we learn ltttte about them. Pot- tery, though it be collected by tom- and necklaces, earrings and indesruc- tible personal adornments tell us little of the inhabitants of Ur, of mm and Babyon. The lack of a literature makes everything lack. We can un- derstand what the Greeks thoucht. what they said and their daily be- haviour; but the older races are dumb. As Bill Nye said. “Babylon is a. good illustration of a town thtt does not keep up with the procession. Compare her today with Kansas City." We were reading about this Babylon. just the other day. Every twenty-four hours the train to Bagdad smots by Babylon thtt way. It whistles, but does not stop. and if he traveller is rapid of eye he may read on a railroad sign: “Babylonâ€"- Train Halt Here to Pick Up Passen- gers.” Could any of the shattering de- nunciations of this great and terrible city to be read in the Bible be more bitter?â€"St. Louis Globe Democrat. Always the After overheating a remark by his father that the age of a tree may be estimated by the number of rings about its trunk, a small boy threw a scare at his mother‘s party. The boy looked confidently into the face of one of the guests, who was on the further slde of forty, and was fondling her necklace, and remarked. “Lady, I can tell how old you are." Amid frantic attempts at bushing he managed to get out: “You are twenty-two. I counted the number of rings on your necklace.” The lady hugged the .boy and the lmother sighed her deep relief. Advice Needed Voice over phoneâ€"“Hello. is this the Bridge Commission?" Office calledâ€"“Yes. what do you want?" Voice over phoneâ€""How many points do you get for a. little slam?“ GLAD SHE WAS FOOLED PAGE 8