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PAGE Foun Wanda shook hands and passed some banal remarks until the elderly houseâ€" maid had closed the door behind him in what seemed to him to be a furtive way quite in keeping with the whole atmosphere of the place. He felt a cerâ€" tain tenseness in the room, the motionâ€" less attitudes of those in it, eyeing him with curiosity and some grim amuseâ€" ment. It was Wanda‘s brother who continued the banal preliminaries. FACING THE "ENEMY" ‘The house which Wanda Fanshawe specified was farther away than she ad implied in her ‘phone talk with Cravenâ€"at, least at nightâ€"time and to ‘a person with little knowledge of the locality. It proved a much less pretenâ€" tious place than Quarry Hill, more isoâ€" lated and hidden behind very high brick walls. g CHAPTER XIX ‘Indeed, to John Craven‘s mind, there was something reserved, secretive, about both the placeâ€"an effect increased by the many large trees that stood beâ€" tween the house and the road. "Quite like old times, seeing you again!" he murmured with an unâ€" friendliness little concealed by an icy smile. Craven moved towards the fire. ‘Then it became clear that these people had been sitting round a card_table, on which money lay staked in little heaps of notes and silver. It was at the heaps that h@ looked, rather than at the peoâ€" ple. "Poker, I suppose?" he said drily, and Wanda laughed, speaking to her broâ€" ther. â€" "Oh, cut that out!" rasped Wanda‘s ‘"must I remind you that Geoffrey Deeming doesn‘t existâ€"â€"" brother impatiently and with no atâ€" tempt to disguise his hostility. "Reaâ€" lism is the bossâ€"word toâ€"day. No day dreams and wishful thinking, but stark facts. So it‘s no good trying to plant that John Craven stuff on us, if you have been able to blind other folk with it! Wanda andâ€"the rest of usâ€"we all know you." â€"€I tell you, Bernard, old Geoffrey is getting dumb, and dull. It maybe through so much contact with Gestapo methods over the water! Our Geoffrey Deemingâ€"â€"*" "If you mean me, Wandaâ€"â€"" the visitor looked at her with surprise, "And who areâ€"the rest of usâ€"who know so much about me without my knowing anything about them?" Craâ€" ven cast a cynical glance round the little circle. ‘Myself andâ€"my two friends here â€"" Fanshawe effected a halfâ€"mum_ "Surely, Wanda, there is a chair for the visitor. No,don‘t disturb our deâ€" voted staff. Take my chair, Deeming, while I sum up. That will reverse the positions of myself and the late Mr. Justice Pile when he summed up on A memorable occasion, on which you were the absent friend, some six years ago. The old mummy was so senile, he forgot lhis manners. Didn‘t give me permisâ€" sion to sit. Still I was younger thenâ€"" bled introduction between the other and the two men, so mumbled indeed that the other could not properly catch the names. Nor was he troubled about that. "Exactly," interrupted Fanshawe, setâ€" ting down his brandy and soda. ‘"There you get the idea my sister had in asking you here. Discovering that vyou were, by a strange set of chances, a guest of one of ournrâ€"erâ€"distinguished neighbours, she felt it would be a good opportunity to remind you just where you standâ€"or, if you like just where you get off." "I can‘t say, Panshawe, that I have the least recollection of your friends. And, so far as you personally are conâ€" cerned, I‘m afraid you don‘t really know so much about me as you may imagine. A lot of water has flowed beneath the bridges in the last six yearsâ€"â€"â€"" Pursing his lips, on which played a grim smile, Craven looked straight into the shifty eyes of the man. But Fanâ€" shawe did not return that steady gaze. He glanced round the room as though secking something. Fanshawe, who had taken a long drink from his freshlyâ€"filled glass was wiping his mouth on a large, coloured, silk handkerchief, from behind which came the hoarse command "Listen." ‘"I came here to ‘"Deeming, you were with usâ€"wlth Slarke, Tony Blackcrowne and meâ€"in the Golden Gap Trust." "And more sober on that occasion than you are now, I suspect," added Craven cruelly, as he took the chair vacated by Fanshawe. Halfâ€"way to the fireplace, Fanshawe paused, turned his head, and glared. One of his companions guffawed, while the other exclaimed: "Excellent idea, Gussy," remarked Fanshawe, enthusiastically, steadying himself with a hand on the mantelâ€" piece. "Fill ‘em up, and don‘t waste noble brandy on a rat." "If it pleases you to call me rat, Fanshawe," came the calm retort, "I don‘t mind. It‘s a strange rat that comes voluntarily into the lair of its enemies. But, then, you never had much respect for truth." ‘‘Let him stay sober, Barney, while we have another." "I said just now you had no respect for truth, Fanshawe. If that‘s the beâ€" ginning of your summing up, your first statement is a lie. Inever had a penny in Golden Gap, or from it; never had a voice in its affairs, You took me over with the office furniture when you boughtâ€"to camouflage your other operationsâ€"the oldâ€"established, decent, but somewhat outâ€"ofâ€"date firm of Etâ€" chington‘s. I was the mug, the junior partner, who stayed in the firm, knowâ€" ing nothing about business, and thinkâ€" ing that the tieâ€"up to an enterprising group would give us new resources to pull the old firm round." ‘Very pretty, Deeming, very pretty, indeed! Your lawyer would have made great play with that if you‘d stayed to face the musicâ€"which you didn‘t That‘s the pointâ€"â€"which you didn‘t. You ratâ€" ted." And Fanshawe made the glasses tremble with the thump he gave the table to lend strength to his weak reâ€" ply. "Agreed, I left," admitted Craven. "But has it ever occurred to you what would have happened if I‘d stayed?" "Oh, yes, I know. And don‘t you know, too That was what you ran away from‘.‘. "Â¥You think I evaded arrest. Nothing of the sort. If there had ever been warrant out for meâ€"which there wasn‘t ~â€"the police could have extradited me from France. No, ali they wanted, was my statement. My advice, from both ‘"They did not. They urged me to stay. In fact, they said something about having a duty by law to give evidence against you, otherwise I‘d be comâ€" pounding a felony." solicitor and counsel was that a stateâ€" ment to‘the police would clear me, but also it would mean my being called as evidence for the Crownâ€"that is to say I should have been put in the witness box to tell how you had manipulated Etchinton‘s and that would prove how cunningly you‘d camouflaged some of your operations." "Very pretty," sneered Fanshawe "Oh, very pretty sir. Go on! Tell us your lawyers advised you to bolt." "Oh, what a nice clean potato. Lisâ€" ten boys! Listen Wanda! He went away nobly, so that he shouldn‘t give evidence against his old pals, Slarke, Tony Blackcrowne and me in the great Golden Gap trial. There, my lord, is the truth, the whole truthâ€"â€"â€"â€"" "And anything but the truth," interâ€" rupted Crayven lighting a ciragette. "I did it partly because it‘s my misfortune to be made that way. I loathe trouble,. or I did, until I ran into stacks of it, with tommy guns in France, and had to stand up to it; and even, then you see, I bolted, in the end." "You say that was partly the reason Cut the heroics and finish the story It‘s such a good one, my dear Deeming.‘ . *"Well, if you want the rest, you shall have it. I went, also, because I counted your sister, Fanshawe, as a friend. You‘d used her very cleverly to keep me well in your circle. It seemed clear that what happened to you must affect her, and since I couldn‘t prevent it happening I wasn‘t going to make it worse, as my evidence might have done." "Yes, Wanda," said Craven quietly. "I was green, all right. Your brother knew it. That was why he turned you on to me at ‘a time when things were getting sticky for his But now you know the facts, Fanâ€" shawe, there‘s no need to prolong the interview. I didn‘t know you would be here, but I‘m glad you are. After a bit of a struggle with myself, I‘d made up my mind to have it out with Wanâ€" da, feeling that if she knew the truth she, anyhow, would cease butting in on me, as I see now she must have hbeen doing under your inspiration." Fanshawe threw back his head and filled thae little room with a loud, deriâ€" sive laugh. "Boys," he exclaimed, finâ€" ishing his brandy, "permit me to introâ€" duce Sir Walter Raleigh! Let‘s have another drink on that. Did you ever near anything like it, What d‘you say, Wanda, to that?" CHAPTER XX "MY VERY DEAR DEEMING" The woman, who had been silently smoking one cigarette after another, flicked some ash into a tray, and looked up. At that moment she caught Craâ€" ven‘s eye. She smiled cynically, as tnough about to support her brother‘s halfâ€"drunken gibes; and then, looking away into the fire, she remarked: "Don‘t ask me to judge men‘s motives. But I will say he was pretty green then. "Across the channel, our friend, conâ€" tinuing his lifelong retreat from unâ€" pleasantness, is sneaking away from the German authorities who, no doubt, want him to do a spot of honest toil. He plans to reâ€"cross the Channel, unoffiâ€" cially, ‘He must know, not only where to leave, but where to land. Most imâ€" portant, that. What is more natural than that he should maka for this very stretch of coast here, where he so often bathed with my dear sister, where he disported himself on the beach and the golf course, where he drove my cars, rode my horses, and knew the roads pretty well. What better piece of coast could he make for? And he does it. Heaven always helps fools! More amazâ€" ing still, he drags his dripping body right on to the domestic hearthrug of our good neighbour Drew, who receives him like a prodigal son, put his own raiment upon himâ€"well, if not his own, what Peter Sayers had bought with his moneyâ€"and puts him all square with the authorities. Not content with that, he must instal him as his own intimate private secretary, vice the worthy Sayâ€" ers. "My very dear Deeming," exclaimed Fanshawe. "You‘re not going. We can‘t let a guest go like that. You‘ve got to settle with us. The waves of the Channel have, so to speak, deliâ€" vered our long lost brother into our hands, and we must provide for the fuâ€" ture. I mean, our future, the future of myself and my associates here. He stumbled badly over the last word, and he lurched as he swept his hand round the room to indicate his friends. Craven viewed him with a contempâ€" tuous eye, but said nothing, and Fanâ€" shawe continued, fortified by a further draught of brandy. "‘Consider, gentlemen, consider, I beg you, how events have conspired to help us. Restored to the world again, after a long and tiring absence, I come down here to this place which, in happier days, I bought for my sister. Here I find as a neighbour, the worthy Banâ€" tock Drew, mainspring of that very govâ€" ernment department in whose activities my interest was engaged even while I stayed in London for a few weeks on my release. Here I make some progress in my studies of Bantock Drew‘s activiâ€" ties and of the millions that are flowâ€" ing through his department, and then I hit a sticky patch. Nothing doing for a time. So let us turn our eyes across the Channel." He paused to Jlight a cigarette. As he did so, Craven noted that his hands once well manicured, were coarse, and the nails broken. Prison tasks, he supâ€" posed, were hard on the hands. For a second he felt a tinge of sympathy. The cigarette, which Fanshawe had scarcely smoked, was out, and he flung it into the fire with a gesture of disgust. "Now, mark the reactions on the visiâ€" tor. Instead of considering himself the luckiest man alive, he poses for the newspapers as an illlâ€"used refugee from Frarice, one of the victims of a cruel war: and the good old British public, always ready to welcorne a scapegoat or a rew issue of capital, takes him to its THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTMMMNS, ONTARIO US "«Couldn‘t we all have a spot of supâ€" per together, Chief, and get down to a real, friendly talk afterwards, about the ways and means of getting what we want from Drew?" bosom No, my dear Deeming, you‘re not going to get away with all the luck. You‘re going to do a little service for your old friends whom you let down so disgracefully, you‘re going to do someâ€" thing for me, and for my dear sister Wanda, for whom you showed such great regard." Fanshawe was now hoarse with talkâ€" ing, and the liquor he had taken made him yawn at intervals. His dullâ€"faced friends, too, were getting bored. But Craven rose. "Once again Fanâ€" shawe, I am going to rat. It put it in the way that will please you best. Having explained what perhaps you did not know before, I have no wish to deâ€" tain you or your friends." "Detain! Detain!" FPanshawe echoed the words. Mr. Deeming, you will not detain me. I intend to detain you, or rather my friends will. They are famiâ€" liar with the process, I know." But Fanshawe had been talking so much that his friends had ceased to pay particular attention to what he was sayâ€" ing. They were standing together by the sideboard, trying to get the last drop of soda from a siphon which reâ€" fused to yield more than a hiss. Wanâ€" da was gazing into the fire, a vicitim of conflicting emotions. Ten years ago an unfortunate acciâ€" dent occurred on the Porcupine branch of the Ferguson highway resulting in the death later at Porcupine Presbyterâ€" ian hospital of Frank Rainville, of Anâ€" sonville, a married man with four children. He is said to have stepped out of his car on the side next to trafâ€" fic and a car going by hit the open door of Rainville‘s car and injured him so badly that he was rushed to South Porcupine to the hospital, where he was operated on in an endeavour to save his life but he died in the early hours of the morning. During the week of August 3rd, 1933, much attention was attracted by the crowds of men in and around the Canâ€" adian Explosives office on Fourth aveâ€" nue. They were the best grade of mine workers and were there to allow the selection of forty men for work at the Flin Flon. Walter Gillies, an oldâ€" timer of the Porcupine being on the McIntyre staff in the real early days, was sent down to Timmins by the Hudâ€" son Bay Mining and Smelting Co., to secure good shaft men and machine men for the Flin Flon mine at Flin Flon, Manitoba. The men were Oobâ€" tained through the Government Emâ€" ployment office here and of the large number of applicants, the necessary forty were selected. A motorist who had considerable difâ€" ficulty in getting his car out of the line of the West side of Pine street one day ten years ago suggested to ‘The Advance that this was a very common difficulty. As he put it "the man who parks first doesn‘t have a chance." The Advance continued:â€" "The usual practice is to park the cars t0oo close together and without any thought of how the man ahead will get out from the line. This difficulty is not encounâ€" tered ‘in angle parking. By this plan a car can be taken out anytime withâ€" out any disturbance of other cars and with consequently less chance of injury to people or to cars. The motorist pointed to the width of the street and suggested that if angle parking were used on both sides of the road there would still be plenty of room for traffic." ‘As a result of an accident during the last week of July, 1933, Provincial Officer Wes McCord was put in the hospital and his motor cycle was a total wreck. The accident occurred on the road between Swastika and Mathâ€" eson while the officer was on patrol duty. While nearing Matheson, Officer McCord took the ditch, the cause being understood as the crowding of a car passing him, the officer being forced over on the road until his motor cycle went off the road altogether. The maâ€" chine was wrecked and the offiter was rendered unconscious. He was lying in the ditch when a car came along and noticed the accident, stopped, and at once picked up the officer and hurried him to the hospital at Matheson. The officer escaped any fractures and though badly cut and brulsed, he esâ€" caped any injury of major importance. From the southern end of the Fergâ€" uson highway, July 28th, 1933, came word of hailstones as large as golf balls that caused considerable damage to camp buildings. The fall of hail conâ€" tinued for perhaps ten minutes and during that time the ground was covâ€" ered with hail to a depth of two or three inches. Paper covered buildings at Bear Lake and the Sand Dam were stripped bare while roofs were spattered so hard that loose knots were punched .through. A piece of hail picked up at the Sand Dam measured an inch and a quarter by an inch and threeâ€"quarters. Ten years ago The Advance received word from New Liskeard warning the people here against a new "racket" which had been attempted in that town with some success, it seems. A man went from door to door in the town posing as a vacuum cleaner inspector. He agined entrance into a number of nouses on this plea. Then he would ask to see the vacuum cleaner in the house to see if it was running all right. He apparently managed to learn the name of the vacuum cleaner that was in use in the house, then he would be With his wits sharpened by his exâ€" periences in Prance, Craven, who had been sitting near the door, opened it, and was outside the room before the two men had realized what they were being called upon to do. an instant what he should do next. Alâ€" most immediately, there was an intense tugging from the other side. Craven grasped the knob with both hands and held the door. Evidently, only one man was pulling from the inside. The crisis would come when both applied their pulling power. â€" Concentrating his strength for the ordeal, Craven bent his head, and as he did so, he saw in the dim, heavilyâ€"screened light of the hall, that the key was in the lock on his side of the door. One hand flew to that key. For a split second he felt that his arm would be wrenched from its socket as he held the door in position againkst the intense pull from the other side, and contrived to turn the key in the lock. Cently, he relaxed his grip, fearing that the lock might be deceptive; but it was as sturdy as the door. Outside the room Craven hung on to the knob of the door, considering for As he turned away he heard a bell ring in the domestic quarters, and saw the elderly maid emerge from the lower end of the hall. As she came, she pickâ€" ed up his hat and stick from a sideâ€" table. Craven accepted them with a smile, and walked from the house as openly and as calmly as he would have left the Drew home. the inspector for that particular, make. If the lady of the house said there was nothing at all wrong with the machine, the inspector would assert that he was authorized to inspect the machine at least once a year, that this clause was in the contract of purchase â€" and that the machine must be produced. As soon as he secured the machine, he would contend that there was someâ€" thing wrong with it and if he had the machine for a minute or two there would be something wrong with it all right. Then he would ask an exorbhiâ€" tant price for repairing the machine. The Advance said that if he came to Porcupine all housewives would do well in every case to insist on seeing the credentials of anyone posing as an inâ€" spector. In the case of a bona fide inspector he would be only too pleased to show his authority but in the case of the slightest suspicion, the police should be called. Among the locals and personals listed in The Advance ten years ago were the following:â€" "Dave Larmer conâ€" tinues to make good progress to recovâ€" ery from his recent serious illness with typhoid fever.‘" *"*Wm. Arundell, of the Dominion Store staff, is off duty for a few days on account of an injured knee.‘" "Mr. and Mrs. Jeffreys, Wilson avenue, have returned from a motor trip through Southern Ontario." "Mrs. D. Ostrosser and family left last week for an extended outomobile trip which will include a visit to the Chicago World‘s Fair." "Bormn â€" To Mr. and Mrs. Ray Kent, at Timmins, Ont., on July 31st, 1933, a daughter (Marjorie Jeanette)." In Britain They Have to be Careful About Water, Soap (By GRANVILLIE CAREW) LONDONâ€"Accordingâ€"to a highbrow critic of literature all good peotry is the product of a double impulse. ‘On the one hand the writer wishes to exâ€" press his personality; on the other he wants to compose a beautiful piece of verse. Which of these impulses, if either, moved the author of the following efâ€" fort is not apparentâ€"but here it is in its stark simplicity. Early victory is our hope Use less water with your soap. Whatever the poet‘s emotions may have been, our prosaic reaction to his message, and to others of similar effect, is thatâ€"cleanliness being next to godâ€" linessâ€"we shall before very long be not only an ungodly but an exceedingly grubby lot of people; we shall become a community composedâ€" wholly of the great unwashed. Sounds Like Good News for the Proverbial Small Boy. Strictly Rationed You see, we are strictly rationed for soap and at the same time we are asked not to use a single drop more water than we can help. Let us deal the water question first: There is, of course, no shortage of water as such,. There is water, water, everywhere. As far as the actual house supply is concerned, we have, as we have always had, all we can possibly require for domestic purposes. In line with that state of things we are asked not to allow taps to drip, and either at once to remedy any such trouble ourselves by fitting a new washer( if we can get one) or by callâ€" ing in a plumber (if we can find one) or, in the last resort by© notlfytng the local authority who will in due course But every drop we use must at some point or other on its course from the watershed to the facet have been pumped into the reservoirs, and that in itself involves the use of coalâ€"which in present circumstances must at all costs and in every way possible be aâ€" voided. (To be Continued) in turn notify us that the matter is receiving attention. Large Losses From Leaks At the same time we are informed in newspapers, from official sources, that a faulty faucet which loses a drop every so many seconds will waste soâ€"andâ€"so many gallons every 24 hours, which, multiplied by 365 would waste some enormous quantity in the course of year, and if, say, 10,000 faucets in London dripped at the same rate. . . . Still on the subject of water: We are exhorted not to wash our hands under a running tap; not to use more than the absolute minimum of water in the kettle when we want to make tea and a score of other "nots." And the bath? Well, our parents, and our pastors and masters and those who have been set in authority over us, which in our early youth seemed to be practically everybody, always insisted that a daily bath was an absolute necessity and alâ€" most a religious duty if we wished to grow up to be decent citizens without an aura; as children we did not beâ€" lieve a word of it and we protested vehemently against enforced ablutions. And now it seems that we were justiâ€" fied in our unbelief and that it was wisdom which came from our mouths as "babies and sucklings. It may be mere coincidence, but the fact is that contemporaneously with the necessity for conserving the use of water, the authorities have discovered that the old idea about bathing was a fallacy. So much bathing is not a necessity; indeed it may even be harmful in that it may wash away the natural proâ€" tective oils of the skin! One warm bath a week we now know, is all that is needed to keep us sweet in body and mind. In the Shallows But there is more to it than that. It turns out that the depth of the water we run into the bath should not exceed five inches. From that quanâ€" tity we can derive all the bathing benefit we need. It makes for laughâ€" ter, too (which is said to be conclusive to health) because most of us can conâ€" jure up a vision of a rubicund person of considerable avoirdpois sitting hapâ€" pily paddling in the shallows. â€" There was a famous colored poster years ago. It advertised a wellâ€"known toilet soap and depicted a youngster in his bath groping for the soap, which aluded him. The caption ran "he won‘t be happy till he gets it." Today we are in the same case as the youngster â€" the soap, as well as water, is eluding usâ€"so perhaps it is fortunate that the medicos have at the right moment revealed to us the evil effects of too much water on the huâ€" man skin. We are allowed one pound of ordiâ€" nary household soap per person per month; or (not and) 12 ounces of soap flakes; or four tablets of toilet soap of three ounces each or an equivalent quantity of soap powder. The ordinary housewife who has to do her washing, or most of it, at home finds it hard to eke that small allowâ€" ance out. People a little better off who send their heavier washing to a laundry complain of the increased charges and of the bad color of the linen when it comes back. Laundries Overburdened Still, they and the really wellâ€"toâ€"do \Langdon Langdon Swiss Waichmaker Graduate of the Famous Horologhal Institute of Switzerland Phone 1365 Third Avenue MacBrien Bailey BARRISTERS and §SOLICITORS 2% Third Avenue JAMES R. MacBRIEN FRANK H. BAILEY, L.L.B. Barristerâ€"atâ€"Law 13 THIRD AVE. TIYVM Dean Kester, K.C. Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. Bank of Commerce Building Timmins, Ont. S. A. Caldbick Barristers, Solicitors, Etc. MASSEY BLOCK TIMMINS, ONT. and South Porcupine Empire Block Henry). Born â€"â€" on July 20, 1943, to Mr. and Mrs. Henri Paul Magnan of 163 Maple Street, at St. Mary‘s Hospital â€" daughter, (Mary Antoinete, Louise), all their washing out to be done. I say that in a past tense because that state of things is soon toâ€"come to an end. We hear inspiredâ€"advance hints now that owing to the great numbér of troops in this countryâ€"both present and to comeâ€"who must have priority, the laundries will not be able to acâ€" cept further orders or even to carry on as hitherto, and, that practically everything, including sheets and blan« kets, will have to be washed at home. Heaven and ministry of washing may know how that can be done on the present but the housewife does not. Seven Births Registered at Timmins Last Weekâ€"end Born â€" on July 26, 1943, to Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lambert Hanrcock of 102 Patricia Blyd., â€" a son «Richard Allan Born â€"â€" on July 22, 1843, to Mr. and Mrs. Albert Romeo Brisbois of 154 1st Ave. at St. Mary‘s Haspital â€" a son (Murray Mich). C iA e Born â€" on July 21, 1943, to Mr. and Mrs. Antonio Natalino, of 109 Laidiaw St., at St. Mary‘s Hospital â€" a son (Romeo). Bom â€" on July 21, 19413, to Mr. and Mrs. Woodrow Walsh, of_ 17 Maple St. South â€" a daughter (Rosalind Diane) Born â€" on July 24, 1943, to Mr. anc Mrs. Valvis Legendre, of 408 Pine St South â€" a daughter (Jerold Real). Wagwayâ€"Oh, they‘ve just laid a corâ€" nerstone across the street, and she‘s trying to make the neighbours thlnk she did itâ€"Exchange. 41 have at least been able to send some or Even the laundries havetheir diffhiâ€" culties.. They, too are rationed for supplies calculated on basis of thelr requirements during somé given prev- ious period. So they gaxmot easily and as a matter of course take on more work unless a customer drops out. That explains a notice I saw the other day in a laundry window. On the fact of it the notice was of the type of conâ€" descension which we are getting used to receiving from thoseâ€"who once deâ€" lighted to serve us. *"We are prepared to accept a few more gustamers." Born â€" on July 23, 1043, to Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Gaudrau, of 208 Spruce St. north â€" a daughter, !!\ttlc Denise, Frnestine) Jagwellâ€"What makes that hen in your backyard cackle so loud? Anyhow the outloolq appears to be that we are to be cheerfullv if not beautifully dirtyâ€"and some ofâ€"us, may live to hear a mother qauing to her kids: "‘Billy! Mary! How many times must I tell you not to wash your. faces!" | Arch.Gillies,B.A.Sc.,0.L.S. Salesladyâ€""So you think you don‘t want this new green dress? Why not?" Mandy (of ample pm:’?nmâ€"“lvo. suh! Not me! Ah‘d 0 much lak a ton 0‘ coals in a lettuce patch." â€"Sudbury BLr Want Normal Pep, Vim, Vigor? Men, 30, 40, 50! P. H. LAPORTE, C. C. A. Registered Architect Ontario Land Surveyor Building Plans Esl,i_matel, Ete. 23 Fourth Ave, Phone 362 ‘ 10 Balsam St. North, Timmins, Ont. Accountin; ; _ 0)/ g voAMuditing Bystems Installed Income Tax Returns Filed Phones 210â€"228â€"286 â€" P.O,. Boxr 147 THURSDAY, AUGUST 5TH, 1943 CHIROPRACTOR RADIONICS ANALYSIS Xâ€"RAY â€" â€"_â€" SHORTWAVE 0. E. Kristensen CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 60 THMIRD AVENUE Phone 640 Consultation is Free Bank of Commerce Bnlldlng PHONE 8607 FALSE PRETENCES G. N. ROSS Ont.