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February 1, 1943 Page Seven (Column 1) Deleski of Sydney, N.S., returned to Ajax on January 23 alter a month's holiday at home. The three girls were missed by all. The girls say they had a wonderful time, although they arc glad to be back doing their bit. Fred Prasse spent several days in hospital convalescing from injuries sustained in a hockey game recently. Fred suffered painful facial lacerations and a gash on the forehead which required several stitches. He is goal tender for the Ajax team. The Blue Shift lost a popular member recently when Group leader Grace Anderson resigned. Grace was unable to continue working here at Ajax due to an illness of an immediate relative who is her guest for the duration. From the Cap and Det. Line came a dozen girls to supplement the Blue Shift. Shy and timid at the outset, the girls are quite at home in their new work here on the Pellet and Tracer Line. Also from Ross Williams' White Shift came Kay Kleber so that she may be on the same shift with a girl friend. Intent in an all-out war effort is Howard Philp, Blue Shift operator, who lives at Tyrone. During our latest snow storm when all but main arteries were impassable to traffic, Howard walked seven miles over drifted country roads in order to report for work. Design GORDON REDFERN, Reporter We heartily agree with the individual who made the recommendation regarding the situation which exists at the parking lot, namely, angle parking. Here's for more co-operation in this respect. Mrs. L. Hendeiks has been on our sick list. She is back at her desk now, with all our good wishes for a brighter future. We were pleasantly surprised to have Mr. Dobush and Mr. Powrie of the Montreal engineering staff visit us for a few minutes last week and are looking forward to a return visit from them. To most of you the name of Ken Dalzell is familiar. To those to whom it isn't, well, it belongs to a swell young man who has contributed much to our effort in his capacity as an architect. He left us last Friday to answer his country's call and we all extend our best wishes to him for a safe return. Well folks, here's to more news and an early spring. Completed Rounds Area V. LITTLEFIELD, Reporter We are sorry indeed to report that Ray Blakely, who is one of Mr. N. Ashton's Checkers, is in the hospital, having undergone an operation for appendicitis. We trust you may have a speedy recovery, Ray, and shall look forward to seeing you around the Stonehouse again soon. We hear that Ernie Baker was stuck in the snow one morning last week. Don't let it get you down, Ernie, there have been many more drivers in the same predicament these past few weeks. And just think the winter is only half gone! In this area, there are many pheasants. Since there has been so much snow during the past few weeks, we have noticed that they come right up to the door steps in search of food. We have tried to keep them supplied with the fragments from the lunch boxes, but it doesn't seem to be sufficient for their needs in this extremely cold weather. If Mr. Herb Smith happens to read this article, he may be able to advise us where we can locate some grain to help keep these birds alive until warmer weather arrives. They sure would appre-(Column2) ciate it, as they are really struggling for existence now. Don't we all enjoy seeing Harp. Harrison's smiling face back at the Stonehouse ! For some time past he has been located in the Administration building. There are no more ladies on the staff at the Stonehouse. The two girls in the Labour Office were recently moved to a new location in Building 2007. The Stonehouse is a man's paradise once again! Guards ORDERLY ROOM SGT. A. J. THOMPSON, Reporter The following little story illustrates how little we know of how our fellow members of the Guard put in their time off duty. While talking with Harry Holman the other day, the conversation turned to postage stamps and I find that he has one of the largest and most complete collections of postage stamps in Canada. The mailing of letters by post was started in England in 1840 and for stamps they used a cork cut with a number which was used in place of a post office stamp and, when dipped in ink, made a stamp similar to what the Post Office uses today to cancel the postage stamp. These were called the penny black, but in 1841 were changed to penny reds, and in 1846 again changed to penny red plate numbers. His most prized and valuable set consists of 225 stamps issued in 1846 and were called penny plate numbers, the rarest one of which is one numbered 77. Only 7 of these were issued. The value of this set is $3,000.00. He also has a collection of every Canadian stamp issued, including those issued by the Provinces of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island and British Columbia. He has a collection of 9,000 other stamps of various countries. His hobby is collecting stamps and he finds it educational as well as a good way to make friends, many of whom he would never have the opportunity of meeting. He would be glad to meet others who are interested in this hobby. A family to be proud of is that of Guard W. J. Smith, who has six sons, three sons-in-law and one grandson serving in the armed forces overseas. One is a prisoner in Germany, captured during the Dieppe raid. On checking up where our Guards formerly lived and worked, we find some from the farthest points both east and west. Some from Nova Scotia, others from Gaspe, Quebec From the west we have Corporal Herb Forster who comes from the Yukon and was formerly connected with the R.C.M.P., there and later with the Ontario Provincial Police. If you want to hear an interesting story, ask Corporal Forster to tell you about "Klondike Lou." LINE NO. 1 FOREMAN SAVES FOUR LIVES Arthur Tatner, an N.C.T. Foreman on Line No. 1, won acclaim in the Toronto press recently because of his timely action which saved the lives of a mother and her three children overcome by coal gas fumes. The incident occurred early Sunday morning, January 17. Mr. Tatner saw one of the near-victims, Mrs. Dorothy Longworth, lying unconscious in the lane way near her apartment. Leaving Mrs. Tatner with the woman, whom they knew, Mr. Tatner rushed 'o the apartment and found the three Longworth children unconscious in their beds. The place was full of coal gas fumes. He opened the windows and then ran to a telephone and called the Scarboro Fire and Police Departments. Representatives of both arrived shortly and all took part in resuscitating the family. ! The Police and Fire Department ; both give credit to Mr. Tatner for; his prompt action. They said a few minutes more and it would have(Column 3) By Herb Smith Have you ever taken someone fishing or hunting with you who has never been before but who is sure that if he had the chance he would be very fond of it? I have . . . several times. Some of these would-be nim-rods I wished after I had never seen, but, I must admit, most of them did turn out all right. Last summer, on towards the end of August, when only trout fishermen who were real addicts went out in the heat, I got the yen to go and see if I could "rise" a couple. Getting to Oshawa, I stopped for a minute to get some tobacco and Jack Stewart came over to the car. "Are you going or coming?" he asked as he squinted at the rod case and the creel in the back of the car. "I'm going," I told him, "at least for a couple of hours." "I'd like to go with you some time when you wouldn't mind some company," he said. "I've never been trout fishing and I would like to see how it is done." "You can come with me this time it you want to," I said, "but I'm not promising a thing." Half an hour later I turned into the side road and the car automatically parked itself under the right tree. I have been there more than once before. With Jack as a spectator I stepped into the first set of rapids and flipped the flies into the pool below. My offering was immediately accepted and in a couple of minutes I waded out 1o show Jack the firs' brook trout he had ever seen caught I took two more small trout before we moved on but returned them to the water again. Below us the water flumed down over a stairway of rocks, bounced off the bank of the stream and went on to make a fast flowing pool. Again the flies settled softly and again there was an instant response. The small trout fought gamely but the spring of the rod was too much for him and he soon came twisting and splashing up the rapids to be released. "Here, you try it," I said, handing Jack the rod. I warned him about the automatic reel and cautioned him to keep his finger off the release. "What happens if you touch She release?" he wanted to know. "Don't worry; you'll find out in a hurry if you touch it," I warned. He did and it did . . . and in a hurry. He just had the line out for been too late. Mr. Tatner said he only did what anyone would have done in the circumstances. Popular Hostess at the Recreation Hall Canteen is Mrs. Dailie Brewer. Very friendly, she invariably is smiling.(Column 4) his cast when, "Zuup!" and the little rod bent over as the flies slammed into the top guide. "Here, you take the darn thing and I'll watch," he said, sheepishly. "Try it again and then I'll take the rod," I said. He tried it several times and finally hung a little trout that refused to stay on the hook. I took the rod then and we wandered down the stream, just loafing along and taking it easy. We ambled back to the car in a couple of hours and I put my spare rod together for Jack. I added a cast of flies to it and a single action reel He couldn't get into much trouble with it. The field above the car had only about three good places in it, but, at this time of the evening, they were usually pretty good. I took Jack to the best of the three, put him at the bottom end of the pool and told him to lengthen his casts so as to cover the pool from the top to the bottom. On his third cast a small trout snatched at the flies. Jack hit him so hard that the trout lit about twenty feet back in the field and Jack had the line and leader for a necklace. I finally got him untangled and then reminded him that he had not fished the top of the pool. He tried vainly to place the flies in the rapids so they would float down naturally. Just as he was about to give up, a nice trout rose and gulped down the flies. It was a lucky thing that fish hooked himself for Jack stood there with his mouth open while the(Column 5) trout exploded all over the pool. Jack finally came to long enough to flip the exhausted fish out on the sand and then he dived on top of it! We tried two more pools, rather half-heartedly, for the day had been warm and by now the whippoorwills were tuning up for their evening serenade. Finally we took the rods down and headed for the car. "What do you think of trout fishing now?" I asked. Jack was silent for a couple of minutes and then he said, "I won't try and put it into words, but if you ever want to go alone, don't park your car near where I live." • As these are the "dead days" for both fishermen and hunters, this column thinks it would be a good time to inaugurate a questions and answers department. Send in your questions; however: they must be written on one side of a sheet of paper and signed. Address them to Rod and Gun, The Commando, Building 2008. GIRLS NOW ACCEPTED AS BLOOD DONORS Having been subjected to numerous requests from many of the girls of the Works to be allowed to donate blood at the Blood Donor Clinic at the Plant Hospital now that other clinics are accepting them, the local clinic is now registering all interested. Forms for the purpose are available in the Gatehouse and can be deposited in a box provided there. (Article Top Right) A Russian soldier receiving a blood transfusion at a Field Hospital behind the lines on the Russian front. Blood serum contributed by Canadians through their Red Cross is now being used on all fighting fronts, including Russia. This year the Society needs 12,000 donors every week. "THAT THEY MAY LIVE" It is a simple and not very exciting thing to lie back on a hospital cot and watch the red blood flow out of your vein into a shining glass jar. When it is all over you roll down your sleeve, rest for a while, then go back to work. The true drama of a blood transfusion is seldom seen by the donor. On some roaring battlefield in the cold of Russia, in the dusty heat of Libya, in the steaming jungles of Guadalcanal a soldier wounded to the point of death lies weakly back on a pallet in a makeshift field hospital. A doctor mixes the blood plasma with distilled water and starts the transfusion. It is then that the ever-recurring miracle of modern surgery takes place. A slow flush rises in the pale face. The patient raises his head a little, smiles, and asks for a cigarette. He is ready to face the difficult journey back to the base hospital, a journey that would have meant certain death in his former weakened condition. Back to the base hospital and safety. A chance to recover and fight again. Some idea of the importance of the blood donor service may be seen by the fact that three out of four of the wounded at Pearl Harbour were given transfusions. When you read the staggering totals of wounded in the battlefields all over the world, remember, three-quarters of that number will need blood. It is a great feeling to know that you have a gift to give. A gift which, unlike time, or money, or even work, is a part of yourself. Something most literally from your heart straight to the heart of another to a soldier or sailor who may live to help save all you count precious in this world because you took one simple, generous step to help him. And it is a simple step for the war workers of Ajax. All they need to do is to fill out one of the application cards available in the Gatehouse and drop it in the box there. Or they can ask their Personnel Clerk for a card; he'll see that it is forwarded to the right place. This is no longer an appeal to the men of the Works only girls, too, are now welcomed as donors. Fill out the card today; you won't regret it.