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D. 8. BOWLBY, KLC. DR. CARP TO CUT GRASS IN PARK WATER Thursday, July 25, 1985 & wuén--ulnA,fi’u‘-.-.ul. ul‘l‘l-: AST , law Bank Toronto Building, 19 fi.‘ Streoet East, Kitchener. Phone $310. BITZER & SMYTH, BARRISTERS, Solicitorn Notariaa Waterloo County bodies differ as to the good or bad qualities of that great seavenger fish the Carp. For â€"ome veats the North Waterloo Angâ€" line at| Casting Association have furhed a greal part of their efforte te hrving the carp removed from the Gnueond River foâ€" make that rlver‘® waten . sute tor emaller| peaceable fish Now comes The rumor that the Kitâ€" Gemer Park Board is gerlouely conâ€" idering «x steat eaving In {ls expenâ€" difuree each year by placing a qmamtily of carp in the watera of Virtoria Park Liake. ‘The reason for tlie is that the Board «pends about one #intulred dollars per year having men out long graes from the lake. [‘ m claime{ that with carp in the iske the grass would be cut and dis appe@r permanentlyâ€" all these «erâ€" viers heing performed free of charge hy the Carp. 7 Kitchener. _ Mayor Smith anâ€" monnced on Saturday that permisalon fuid been granted the Kitchener Unâ€", emploved Aesociation to atage a mon-1 «ter picnic for those on relief and their familie« in W!ichener, the event l te he held at the Klie farm near| Hrealan. J G. BReattle, head of the Association, has heen empowered by | Mayor Smith to aolicit donationa to defray expenses 1 Coroner for County of Waterloo. KITCHENER RELIEFEES PLAN BIG PICNIC Abeentâ€"minded _ lady _ teaher, . in trouble with the gears of her car, to traffic policeman: "I can‘t attend to you yet. Put your hand down." Established 1863 ASSETS OVER $1,500,000 Government Deposit â€" $100,000. 80c > DIRECTORS Oscar Rumpel . â€" Ford 5. Kempt _ W. G. Weichel â€" _ â€"__â€" _ President J 'i»'ln'." Simpson â€" Viceâ€"President F. H. 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Office, a:'k' o; Iom-k..'n-ln. RAORCIOOE, PV ancer, ete. | Waterloo Mutual Fire Insurance Company C. A. BOEHM INSURANCE AGENCIES LIMITED Shoe Store and Repair Shop. D20 g2 M2, HERL L 223 King St. E., Kitchener. 23 Queen St. 8., Kitchener Phone 528 King St. $S. â€" Phone 941 WATERLOO, ONT. BUSINESS CARDS CHIROPRACTIC Miss Anna R. Bean Soliéiioiiim'vvâ€"â€" "J. H. Smyth, B.A. SHOEMAKING ED. HOUSE‘S District Agents MEDICINAL MUSIC DENTAL OFFICERS The â€" _ Waterloo Waterloo Waterjos ater| Wllcl’m Waterloo Waterloo 4| [|A Sixâ€"Letter Word :\Meaning Trouble ® He said: "Oh‘!‘ So that‘s the way you feel about it! Well, if that‘s the way you feel about it, I‘m cerlainly not going to take it to the tailors." "I suppose you think I‘m going to do it?" she flung at him. Now he smiled knowingly in a way that she bated. "I haven‘t the least idea that you‘re going to do it," he informed her. She eyed him with defiant hosâ€" tility "I‘ve | cerlainly got hetter things toâ€"do than epending my lime sewing on silly buttons " to anything, and you‘)l find bim conâ€" templating desperate measures in this, the second and concluding, inâ€" stallment.) Ato breakfast the next morning Herb suggested tentatively and a Ittle nervously that he take the coat to the tailor‘s. It wash‘t at all whet he meant, but would do as an openier, Naney said. nonchalantly, "L wish you would." . That waen‘t what she meatt vither, but it would eetve to draw Herh out. It drew fhim "I‘m darned if | see," he observed, "why one little button has to cause all this ruckus, It wouldn‘t take you two minutes to do it." "My regular job?" Here voice sounded shrill. "What do you call my regular job? Ls eewing on butâ€" tons my regular job"" "I should think so," Herb said quietly, steadying fhimself "Oh, you should think so! You sLould think 0‘ 1 suppose it docst‘t matter what | think!" "But houey, you said you‘d do it "Dhid 1% 1 said Pd do it, did 1? Well, I0 was wrong thats all. I wonldi‘t do it now for a million dolâ€" lars. Maybe { said I‘d do it as a faâ€" vor. but when you come parading in hbere and start talking about my reâ€" zilar job C Her breath gave ont She atood there, glaring. panting. "HMave it your own way. babe. Td rather give the suit to the ashmian than have a row like this." she oaid, "I‘ve asked you a thous and Umes not to call me babe." "Herbert Ashbrook. dow‘t you dare never had thought of the button adâ€" swear at me." ivm‘tisem(‘nt. Nancy, he knew, was They were off again. ‘giving a bridge party to a group of They ate a miserable dinner and women from the Ridge. It would be pazsed a miserable evening. . Herb protty bad if a button woman called pretending to read, and Nancy preâ€"‘while they were right in the midet tending to sulk. At bedtime, aft@r @ of a rubber Naney would be furl fashion, they tmade up and felt tno oue. and justiably, too, mentarily happy, but it wasilt a real Al a quarter past four Herb‘s teleâ€" peace becagse nothing vital bad been | phone rang. Jt was Nancy, extremeâ€" decided. The suit was buack in the |y frigid. "Did you put that adver closet again and the button was sthll / tisement in‘ she demanded flatly. unsewn. . Nancy: wanted to sew it, | Yor did George?" but her pride wouldn‘t permit her to.| "Whâ€"what advertisement?" Herb Herb would have been only too wilâ€" gulped, lying badly. ling to go at it with needle and thread "You know perfectly well what lumself. but Herb‘s pride was jast advertisment, Herbert Asbrook. Did as stubborn as hers. |\uu or didn‘t you?" "Oh, so you‘re not going to take it to the tailor‘s!" she remarked frigidâ€" Iv. "He returned her stare and suid, as he chouldn‘t hiave, CLitGe bnfton off my coat, it‘s your abscrice gets my goat." Nancy faced him <chaliengingly. Hotly she said, "What are you trying to doâ€"make a fight out of a éilly old, button ?" & "I‘m not trying to make a fight." "Well, you are."* Herb‘s own eyes darkened. He took a step forward, the suit on Its PART TWO (This is not a cross word pussieâ€" but the cross words were there in abundance in the first part of the slory, when Herb and bis pretty wite Nancy had a "run in" over so simple thing asâ€"a button! The button was missing from . Herb‘s coat, and Nancy never did get around to sewâ€" ing it on. Herb was just as patient a= he could beâ€"but there is a limit He said. "I‘ve asked you a thous and times to sew on that darned but ton." "Gels my gout? It certainly does. 1 yon aremt patisfied with me, sup: pose you try and find a woman who wallls to gew on bubtone." It was a challenge. On the way to the office that mornâ€" ing George found Herb oddly unâ€" WAZRN C m 2e 0 /A ep, t m teatapt s } f [ 6 i b stg @/‘ "" ~ t Lr. a * ”’\“‘ “\‘ fu‘s 8 * O | _ ~somebody will answer It sure as | [sbooting," he predicted to himself, | "Somebody always answers . everyâ€" \thing." ] | _ Throughout â€" the afternoon llerbl waited with increasing nervousnesé. | e found himself beginning to wish that his idea of chowing the light to ‘Nancy had taken some other form.‘ (He wished heartily, in fact, that he | hever hail thought of the button adâ€" ;vm'tisement. Nancy, he knew, was ‘ ‘giving a bridge party to a group of women from the Ridge. It would be protty bad if a button woman called ‘while they were right in the midet , of a rubber Naney would be furl Qinie. and justiably, too, [ |__ t a quarter past four Herb‘s teleâ€" phone rang. Jt was Nancy, extremeâ€" ly frigid. "Did you put that adverâ€"‘ \tisement in.‘" che demanded llatly.' "or did George?" "What do you meat‘"" His selfâ€"posâ€" seâ€"sion was dissolving, for her volce eonnide@l ominons. . Nancy said, "Suppose you get into a faxicah this minute and come straight up here." "But Nanceâ€"Nance honeyâ€"what do you mean? What are you going to do?" Good heavens‘ She might be going to do almost anything. Aagain che laughed. What she sald was, a little perkily: ‘"There are seven not too beautiful button womren sitting on the porch walting for you right now. They all called up. and as soon as I got the idea, affer the eecond one, I told them all t come,. There are seven out there now â€"no, there‘s another one coming up the walk. That makes eight. And abont fifteen more have called up and are on the way." "But, honey," he said desperately, "1 didn‘t give the addreas. 1 just save the phone number." "I gave the addrese," Nancy étatâ€" ed yery clearly. "And I‘m still giving it They‘re calling up about every Awo minutes, and by the lime you get l”n-n- it "You know perfectly well what advertisment, Herbert Asbrook. Did you or didn‘t you?" "What if J did? You told me to find a woman who‘d sew on buttons didn‘t you?" "Ob, «o that‘s it!" Nancy oreâ€" marked. And then, "I suppose you think you‘re just too funny to five," , In the office of The Evening News, ul the desk labelled Classified Adverâ€" tisements, Herb scrawled out hbis mesSsage. He surveyed it, as he had surveyed his Thyme about the butâ€" ton, with evident pleasure. It was short and entirely simple. It told the complete story : Wanted: A woman to sew on butâ€" tons. ‘Telephone Hillcrest 1531. "Run that under Help Wantedâ€" Fomale‘," he directed. "How many insertions?" "Today‘s paper only. I want to see how it pulle. By the way, what time will it be out?" "You going to have a meidt" George was all curiosity. for the door â€" It was as Naney bad told him it would be. The front porch was black with strange women,. Herb stared office?" First edition is on the street at twelveâ€"ten." At Juncheon time the bought the | first edition of the News and was gratified to find the advertisement correctly printed. 1t thrilled him faintly to see it there in black and . white. this product of his own brain po wer. | some other time." "Mamma epank *‘ ‘"Noue of your business, fella. Anyâ€" way, shut upâ€"I‘m getting an idea. Abruptly now Herb smiled more broadly. "Do you mind waiting while 1 run into The Evening News ‘‘Take you long*" Herb shook his head. Just to put in an ad," he explained. "Not on your life," said Herb. "Atl we‘re going to have is a little oldâ€" fashioned household efficlency." communcative. Herb simply sat at them from the taxi and then, a he added ToonsRvVILLE ForKks Herb caught up his hat and leaped he asked €BBWA Part Two of a Twoâ€"Part Stery By GERALD MYGATT ‘‘There‘s been a mistake," he exâ€" plained, "but you‘ll be paid for the full half day. Irrespective of how long you‘ve been here you‘ll all get four full hours at fifty cents an hour, plus a nickel for the telephone call and ten cents carfare. That‘s two dollars and fifteen cents apfece, Now let‘s seeâ€"how many of you are ithere? His finger moved with his eye. "Sixteen seventeen, eighteen. That seems to be the countâ€" eighteen." ~â€" Please take this down to Heffelâ€" finger‘s," he said crisply, "and get it cashed. Get thirty@aix dollare in singles and the rest in smal) change." | Nancy looked at him, opened her mouth, shut it, took the check from hils extended fingers, and whisked out of the room. | _ Herb looked about him helplessly. Then, framed in the living room winâ€" dow, he caught a glimpse of Nancy‘s |face. It was laughing at him, and behind it were other laughing faces. l!\'ancy and her friends, all laugbing! Said Herb decisively: "all of you come inside with me. You‘re all hired for this afternoon and you‘ll all be paid." As they gaped at him he stalked to the front door and fung it open, He seated himself, his fountain pen and check. For the first dressed Naney, "In here," he eaid, indicating the living room, where Nancy and her friends were shrinking into a far vorner. Now he amiled warmly. 1t had sounded entirely businessâ€" like. Anyway the women were all staring back at him now. If he de cided to walk away, undoubtediy they would come after him. It would be like a movie chase, like a nightmare. Firet he would walk and they would walk. After a while he would break into a wild panicky run, and all the women of the town would be streamâ€" Ing after him. A large women of no particular ehape blocked his way with her arms akimbo. She pushed a equare face forward, peering at him narâ€" rowly. "And are you the boss we‘re waitin‘ for?" she demanded. "Whyâ€"whyâ€"if you‘ll just let me pase by, madam." It was not until almost an hour luter that Naney and Herb were alone. Then at last they grinnmed at each other sheeplshly, Nancy said: ‘Madam, me eye‘" said the woman with irritation, She gestured with a ponderous thumb. "The missue inâ€" side said you‘d be here pretty quick in a tgxicab. 1 asked you are you the bose that put that there ad in the paper?" "She hired me, too." chimed in another voice. â€" And another: "That‘s right. She hired me, t0o." "I‘m going fo give you half of that forty dollars out of my house money, Herb. It was my fault as much as youre." "Shut up, you!‘" commended the large | woman, . wrenching | herself around and swinging a reckless arm. To Herb she said incleively: "I was here first. The missus will tell you. 1 get the job or 1 know the reason why." "All right, you‘re hired. Come on Inside with me." The hand that had seemed to claw at him now actually clutched. He wheeled and found himeelf looking into a pinced, drawn face. The pallid lips that belonged to the face mumâ€" bied something. "The lady hired me, mister. She told me to come. 1 spent a nickel for the phone and ten cents carfare, and 1 been waiting for two hours." Herb became vaguely conscious of uther femirine shapes elbowing about him. From behind him a band elbow was jabbing itself into his seemed to be clawing, and a sharp ribs. ‘There was a sudden tremenâ€" dous chattering and shrilling. Herb considered hastily. Then to the large, belligerent woman the said in a foud voice: â€" "It wasn‘t forty dollars," . said Herb. "It was thirtyâ€"eight seventy He shook himself and advanced briskly toward the house. & â€" 12| whipped out wrote out a time he adâ€" "Design With A View", by Chriaâ€" tine Ertling (Mills and Boon, Lonâ€" ’dom_ When Paulg Roeslyn‘s mother i becomes ill, she gives up a lucrative secretarial jJob to nurse her. Tife is huindrum, until she meets accidently ’wilh Maureen, who had once been married to Paula‘s brother. In this gay «el she meets the architect Mark Silwood, and Leo Vostock a: finanâ€" cier. A beautiful love story follows, but there are many stormy waters to cross before Paula and Mark are |Impp!ly married. An excellent Sumâ€" imer fiction. ‘ 1 The school board of S.8. No. 7 have engaged Mr. Ellis McLaughlin | of ‘Hampstead to drill a well on the rschool premises. He moved fis drillâ€" 'illg machine in laet week and it is expected the job will soon be under | way. "The Farmer In The Dell", (Harâ€" court Brace Co., New York). Phil Stong‘s earlier books were filmed by Hollywood, so it seemed only fitting that he should write a book on Hollyâ€" wood. Pa Boyer is a retired Towa farmer, living in Hollywood, and when he finds that his money would not cover expenses, he tries to get on as an extra. They were taking a picture of an lowa farm, so Pa got in wthout much trouble, in fact he was soon a fieadliner of the Will Rogers type. Ma Boyer had her own ideas, and when she saw Pa‘s picture with a notorious actress. there were fireâ€" works. _ However, Pa makes big money and also suceeds in getting his pretty daughter in the caste, An hilarious tale and a gure winner. Miss Grace and Masters Jimmie and Alex Hammond, of Harrow, are holidaying with their grandparents, Mr. and Mrs, Alex. Hammond and other friends. The farmers are busy these hot summer days storing away the hay crop, which is unusually heavy this Mrs. C. Schmidt and grandsons Johnnie Albrecht and Norman Lichti are «pending a couple of weeks with friends near Buffalo. Bnydor‘s Fiats was the aceme of great activity on Sunday when the Motor Cycle Club gathered there on their annual "Gypsy Tour". Hetween 100 and 150 motorcycles from differâ€" ent parts of the province took part in stunts and taces during the afterâ€" Cobait spent the weekâ€"end with the former‘s parents, Mr. and Mre. John Bechtel. Miss Mary Dewar is at present at Guelph, taking a six weeks‘ course in agriculture at the Q.A.C. Mr. ang Mrs. John Burgets and Miss Bernice Howald of Centreville were guesis at Pleasant View on Sunday. Mre. L. A. Bedford of Freeport visited Misses Sareh and Johanna Snider last week. Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Gellow of Preston called on Mr. and Mre. Leglie Strong on Sunday. the weekâ€"end with her mother, Mrs M. Yost. Mr. Henury _Curtis and daughter, Miss Jean Cnrtis of Milverton visitâ€" ed on Sunday at Mr. Ed. Hammond‘s. Mr, and Mrs. Eric Croft of Harrisâ€" ton were Sunday guests of the forâ€" mer‘s parents, Mr. and Mre. T. L. Mr. and Mre. J. D. Mcintosh of Vin@and were recent callers at Pleasant View. Mr. and Mrs. Clayton Brutski called on friends in New Dundee on Sunday evening. . "Marce) Armand", by Sallie Lee Bell, (L. C. Poge Co., Boston). Every year brings a few good books, and here is one of the outstanding ones. The scenes are laid in New Orleans at the time the British were‘ planâ€" ning to capture the city. Marcel Arâ€" mand is a member of the famed LA Fitte Buccaneers, and lq sent as an emissary to warn the Americans. He falls violently n love with Elbee Roâ€" chelle, whose lover‘g jealousy is reâ€" spaneible for much of the trouble Arâ€" mand goes through later on. There s exciting intrigue in the drawing room and in the Governor‘s office. Not only is this an important historiâ€" cal romances, but the love story is truly excellent. The characters are Mr. and Mrs. B. C. Ratz of Tavis lock were guests of Mr. and Mra. K. McAllister on Sunday. Anyway it wasn‘t your fault. It was my fault." "No, it wasn‘t. It was my fault." "You‘re crazy." eaid Herb happily. "So are you." Now Herb laughed. "There was only one thing we forgot," he re marked reminiscently. ‘"We «pent all that money for a button and we forâ€" got (o get the button sewed on." "You goose!" mocked Nancy. "Go up and look at your old ault. 1 couldn‘t sleep last night after all the things we said to each other, so 1 eneaked out of bed and aewed it on while you were sawing up your nightly cord of wood. That‘a why I wanted you to look at it this mornâ€" ingâ€"you know, when I aaid you‘d better take it to the tailor‘s." Herb‘a jaw opened. Bealde him the telephone jangled. Impatiently Herb unhooked the re celver. Then a wide, wide amile crept acrosa hia face. ‘"IT‘m awfully sorty." he eaid politely, "but I‘ve found a woman to sew on buttons." He put the receiver back "Have 1°" he inquired of Nancy, his eyes warm. Another laugh@ble plece of eam:â€" mer fiction will be brought to Chronicle readers next week, Watch for the commencement of another enjoyable twoâ€"part etory. Mr. and Mre. Norman Bechte! of Miss Ada Yost of Kitchener, apent Big boy, you have" Literary Notes KINGWOOD HERE FOR MEET THE END drawn with rare skill and there is a quaint atmosphere of the Old South that is irresistible. ‘‘Death Is A Tory", ‘by Keats Patrick (Bobbs Merril) Co., Indianaâ€" polie). Even good murder yarns get stale, but here is a new one that will delight and thrill. The ecenes are laid in Washington where a newspaâ€" per man recelves a telephone call from a friéhd saying he had shot his wife and alleged paramour. The boâ€" dies are found ,but there are two reâ€" volvers, and in spite of the confesâ€" sion, there is a doubt of the real murâ€" derer. In addition to the mystery tale, there is another story deftly woven jnto the plot, of Washington behind the scenes, with racy gossip of the great and near great, and of names and gcenes familiar to every American. Altogether a most reâ€" freshing book combining a first claes murder story with a fine plece of reâ€" gular fiction. "Fun at Happy Acres", by Ruth C. Barlow (T. Y. Crowell Co., New York). Children from six to ten will treasure this exceptionally attractive and _ interesting _ book, "Happy Acres" was a large rambling farm and Charles, like all children, always wanted to visit a real farm. This To C.N.R. STATIONS in MARITIME PROVINCES Prov. of Quebec; New Brunswick; Prince Edward Island; Nova Scotia AUG. 2 and 3 â€"To Ottawa $6.20; Montreal $7.25; Quebec City $10.50; Ste. Anne de Beaupre $11.10 GET NEW Fransit Iimule wor Parormomin tm atcuener, GaLt oo mE ETEA PRESTON: ECNMIRA or WATERLOO." 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