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Grimsby Independent, 30 Dec 1948, p. 2

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"Lincoin County‘s Leading Weekty" j.ekmuihgc.ntdhn.wfiod:. Tetablishei 166 Lumberjacking is stritly "big business" Issued every Thursday from office of publiâ€" today. In a world starvedfor paper, the Canâ€" cation, Main and Oak Sts., Grimsby, by adian pulp and paper indistry has become LIVINGSTON and LAWSON, Publishers. one of the major industrialenterprises in the True independence is never afraid of appearâ€" ing dependent, and true dependence leads always to the most perfect independence. CHRISTMAS DINNER For readers who are newspapermen is printed this favorite Christmas story. It deals with the editor who found himself working Christmas Day on the edition for the following morning. Summoning one of the reporters he said: _ s x "Evans, get me a good story on how people spend Christmas. A real sentimental story on what the less fortunate are having for Christmas dinner. Go down to the mission and see what the poor old men are going to eat. Then drop around to the orphanage and ask if the little tykes are getting any turkey. Subscriptionâ€"$2.50 year in Canada and $3.00 nmhfl\g‘“pynu "After that try the YMCA hostel. T‘ll bet they don‘t get turkey and cranberry sauce. Yeah, you might look in at the Old People‘s Home and do a bit on their dinner too. "That‘s all, but make«it good. Make our readers glad they are fortunate enong: to have Christmas turkey at home. And Evans, on your way back drop in at Mike‘s and get ;nethlmundwich.ndlpotofbhekeof- u.'. CHRISTMAS GIFT _ Aunt Maggie, who made the best pumpâ€" kin pie in the county, was justifiably proud of her children. Life on the farm hadn‘t been O£ IVOL CAIRAPCH EBVEW NPWR MTER POH PCA 0 u:‘);. But now the last of them, a girl, was a city schoolteacher. Out of her first savings she had given her mother a fur coat, the one and only fur coat in the life of the champion pieâ€"maker. _ s 18 * Great as was her pride in her coat, she mproudero{thefaetthlttheb‘hyhad made such a handsome. Christmas gift out of her very own savings. She was merely beâ€" th mb’wmumm&ftrmm- e or proâ€" Mhdfl-.euldthecityptymhmd mbmulehmthatnmsduth- ter could make such a gift as a fur coat. And city folk will become equally beâ€" wildered when they find that farmers and es emond nive io sent rigidity of factory costs is the greatest threat to continued prosperity. W RRenreaee en n BE C ukess wol out of fashion. Yet there was a time when mcuhâ€"fllhwunmnehdnln- stitution as reading A Christmas Carol. Mmthednylwhcnthmmfl- lustrations of the new town hall or the Methâ€" odMChurch.mdbefondthcrH:Izvmdof the bathing beaches produced much in the way of cheesecake. o. % vance of | some good. The Mo baker‘s Sn gh e elitinn ut fap eaigh in an. was ar wamaé af Chfle-unll to do thmflu!_! Authorized as Second Class Mail, Post Office some good. The Monoline (the most capriâ€" cious contrivance ever to hu: souls of printers) was apt to break and even whenthehsll-mumfmth.rflnvm thaevuthebulneuofmnh- y on a press that oflzinrll.y dide't pri.nt pictures. Before that there was the business of getting the pictures. Grafiexes were new gadâ€" gets restricted to big city papers. The local photogflhu‘ didn‘t care much about setting up his podoutdomlnhisbn-ymin the studio. ~So the camera was likely to be a %â€"A Kodak (postcard size to you). An action picture was rare and sharp fo.em rarer. Somehow, the Christmas edition always came out, before Christmas. And sorpehow it netted a bit of profit, perhaps as much as that accruing to a farmer who cuts firewood from his own land. There are sound reasons why the Christmas edition is a rarity. Selling the ads was no mean feat eUNCT. It seemed in those days that few merchants hndmmytothm;m'onadnrfldnl.u one discouraged salesman quaintly phrased it. Andthmwhodidwmupttomtit S the io fonilyr io gartngg e 8 y, ps not more so tfin in wartime, when mof necessity is a bit ersatz. _ FACTS & FANCIES J. ORLON LIVINGSTON, Editor. Member Canadian Weekly Newspaper Nights, Sundays, Holidays, 589 Christmas editions appear to have gone Frank Fairborn, Jr. the parson‘s wine, nor the mean feat either. LOGGERS TRIM OFF FRILLS shorn by power saws, bulldozers, tractors, and crews of highly W working on schedules drawn up by ercy experts. They have replaced the big, toughmen whose eniantel eeip brtahtoned Tor Cuadian hinlâ€" erland only two decades ago. _ These were the river drivers, whose ::Anelku. raisin ;ioov‘rith ho and corn syru fruit cake. Presentâ€"day lumherj.ch.p'while no sissies, content themselves with bacon and m They also are _fi‘uch better paid T:h“an_ predecessors. e annual pay $250,000,0000â€"is the largest for any single industry in Canada. _ _ _ _ The real boom in the Canadian lunber woods dates from 1985, and production has Mmflfltfim.cmm:‘:homym when shortage of men the output. Record g::ntitiu of newsprint were turned out in 1946 and 1947, and new marks will be set this year. : â€" â€"~~".% Last year to meet the unprecedeited put to no avail. He retreated when the IAGICS 10 MAW indusey actaally l s nltnaet â€"â€"~â€" _ <nanniim" T inm‘c 1 Try :A 44 4 ,) # it Mjeaitough fo reed creco =» A DANGEROUS NEW YEARS only 4,850,000 tons. D R 4 where booklet published Canâ€" (B’mmflmg .,.y.) great â€" Yeat A new pu ed by the EW " al &A adian Pulp and Paper Association, of Monâ€" day I?.cBl?in my o,dshw ui,',m out West. our to treal, tells the |tor{‘:>1f the industry‘s amazâ€" On this day everybody swears off doing * ing growth in the 15 years. SamDPl@ 4C Lomething or other, generally drinking, has @ In newsprint paper, Canada has a proâ€" duction five times that of any other coutry. Canada provides three of em five rewsâ€" paper pages printed in the world. WOMEN ARE SMUGGLERS In this era when skirts and cloaks and sloppy joes make a debutante look like a periâ€" patetic bell tent, there is brought to mind George A. Clark, chief landing waiter at an important Canadian port (inland). George A. didn‘t think peo&e lied, much, and when ladies told him their parcels came from Mr. S .H. Knox‘s fiveâ€"andâ€"ten in the wicked city across the river, his curiosity seemed satisâ€" fied ; though the twinkle in his eye deepened year by year and he went to his grave not 80 lofnxuowithhhnclofinbnol:.h&tv:ludty of people, especially ladies honâ€" est smuggling, uninehu_ddgnf;n public. (All this, dear children, was a generation before Mr. Abbott made it a crime to bring even a bag of peanuts across the border withâ€" out a peanutâ€"importing permit). To feed this colossus, tody‘s forests are The foregoing is not to say George A. NOTICE TO O@ONTARIO MOTORISTS msismumlfnudmhnhfbeymhedhcud&o-m vehicle drimfonhinpurpouumfl_tbe Fund i exhausted or so nearly so as to indicate that there is not sufficient in the Fud) to pay judgments for a period of at least one year. Re Unsatisfied Judgment DEPARTMENT OF HIGHWAYS GEO. H. DOUCETT, Minister T HE ONTARIO GRIMSBY INDEPENDENT neglected his duty. Those @y@S . UIHL _ twinkle were keen and didn‘t miss » dgwbymdushuhnmulw brazen or guileful attempts at smuggling on nmuingla.w)?"‘ # © ® °C Oulummofuuhndhtomdllm no-m'l‘heOuedtheGoerWuh-M' er. umm.hutcmmwmuu arurnooatnlnh-ddupthonlc line came a little late and wheezy across the l»ridve.lt.umedtoGoornA.Mm thefntthntnkhthmmmlm the two ladies in oneâ€"seat of the second day eoach looked mixhtypcculhrfmmtbelmeel down. Hemtoomuchofumthlunwno for himself. The soul of politeness, he asked the ladies if they would mind stepping into the aisle. They would mind, very much, and moreover His Maijesty‘s revenooer was mean to sucgest they should move. They had no nlmls.undhm.thwnrlud.ltmm of his hnnine-:ton:kthc.mtorme. “But.hdlu”hearndmfly.“ldoun ltmydutytoukyouhme.lnuet.lm unpowondtokeep,voumnntnlannd for a lady searcher, which may take a day or 2 U Ir~~ Ardté esn Indt JOr A Oy Somet* UV Aikat+4 hae a two." (In these times Mr. Abbott has a lady searcher in every ;:ort).‘ a "No, we won‘t move," said the ladies. John °R. Dowd, a fearless policeman, came along just then. He. too, expostulated, butwnolvafl.fieretmtedwhathwu ..A ramac>Prer sns\ Sitnicbadtancienyr umt db inniiia o. V 7 On this day everybody swears off doing something or other, generally drinking, which is very easy for most people to swear off on New Year‘s Day, because generally they feel so tough from welcoming in the New Year that they never wish to see an~ other drink again &s long as they live, or anyâ€" way until they feel better. _ _ _ _ ____No town in all America is gladder to see a New Year than my old home town out West, and everybody in town sits up to give it a welcome. When the clock strikes twelve, one and all shake hands with whoever is around, and says Happy New Year whether they mean it or not. But if any stranger happens to be in my old home town on New Year‘s Eve he will be surprised at the quiet. In other towns atnfidnightmhnrw‘flmm.md bellurflln:‘ and guns going off, but back in my old home town you never hear a sound except maybe people talking. There is a reason for all this quiet on New Year‘s Eve back in my old home town which is noisy enough on other nights, and flurmhnhwthmhckloubo- fore 1 am‘ born, which it a very seriâ€" ous offense to raise any disturbance of any kind on Néw Year‘s Eve. _ _ * ~_ ‘My Gnndm' dpap tells me the story one day when'{eome k from a visit to Denver, the pointed out that he was a mere provincial cop mcuom mm‘ / * s °* jg â€" t George A., meanwhile, had disappeared, mmmmmmu-u- Settled in their seats happily. But the train “untomywoy“dehI“- Mlflmw.‘“u'“‘" lntotlnotherur.omeh-m‘q"' informed the ladies they would have to sit there until the lady searcher could be brought from Rouse‘s Point or wherever. They surâ€" When they moved, it was revealed that the lady at the window had had her feet flmlylnlnlhbollorwlthhfliufl'(fl"“ d)mmmmw‘fl"‘*"" mi) raP"""""" /n en Aienosed as to d." onp SE n e ow lady‘s skirts were so disposed as to VC m“mmltflmw mummmtmumd!l-‘l’* mamwlgonigb"',"'”.""""'“ stern in sumptuary mttg than tne PMOSETE revime, was able to let girls go without hnvinztodiptooduplyhtohnfinfi'lfo nvimorenngohjnll.&ttbomnw evening was unusually late, yea even beyond Drumbo. ‘The soâ€"called New Look that‘s really the old look micht facilitate smuggling today, but the girlsnowmlurniuthntgm out of the country with cash for buying is patich ad 400 i panditar rompazpiey PChediT ~AP .7 Yeir‘ comis" h ‘and" 1 am complaining that ear comes in, am our town is behind the times. "Son," my Grandpap l”"vl ; “thh”“ miu out of the COunb®® MMT MOTTL C O beimer Tur an even gmurmroblunthuptfiuhek in with, say, & netphnolntlnndah. nas al CNay Den MUBUIBEUCCIIL _ g» 2s P and -hootin{)e:uiuu on New Year‘s Eve long before verueverhcudof.hre- ially," my Grandpop says, "the shooting. en s t 2 ol en ie ce s oi s t "In fact," My Grandpap says, "it was thenhootiugrtofltfluflntfimewemr welcome in a New Year in these parts, which is the main reason why we never have any wanus‘ chaatine ar ather noises. like w" ringing. _ _ "Of course," he says, "times are changâ€" ed a lot since those days, and the chances are we can go ahead and have all the noise we can make, including shooting, but nobody ever thinks to change the law and maybe she is better the way she lays. Maybe so. "This is not much of a town when we welcomed in our first New Year." my Grandâ€" pnpuys.“mdnobodyhmthlnklncofl New Year being on tap, or of giving it a Aicud . TE Mfi;â€" CCE "h'l- MEC it'h"m some of us in the Last Chance saloon the day before by a character by the name of Digger -"_;’lhhmxwillmyo!mtmuehw “mdmbutbeh N ?:r' h as New s so he says to us this : fake $ says, ‘to sit up all night t and make phntyofnoiuandmm.wtto this New Year. "Well, nobody sees any objection to thh."nycrnflmm“m‘nwmun be sitting up all t anyway and drinking, JooleGnrkhnah-fi with Pete about it being New Year‘s, Joe claiming New Year‘s always has more snow on the ground. "But Digger Pete shows everybody wmuu:m»wmms‘nm gets the Christmas card from back East, and _ Gentlemen,‘ Digger Pete says, ‘the glad New Year is upon us, and it is up to us to welcome her in. It h_qp,tpp’_l_)&qr?c_h rummmmmmm witmnstboNowYur's.noevzbodyh satisfied, especially as everybody 1: that it satisfied, especially as everybody feels that it is a good thing to have an extra excuse for sitting@ up all night and drinking toasts. _ _ "We sit up in the Last Chance fl' of Sesd part af im igkt mmo promplly at @ a twelve o‘clock by Sam Hall‘s watch we go six dm:mh::d“o:lrt whooping t "cTe cirlmint hok ahough mike to satisfy anybody who likes to see the New m T n‘eeold Di '1;:; han‘ never ‘ it, mmgthefimeu't'hhm off he is sound asleep behind the Last Chance Bar from drinking too many toasts. . _ _ "But what happens?" my Gran« asks. "‘Well, sir, when the noise dies out, dead Mexicans in different places, and four citizens badly wounded. Furthermore, there are two bullet holes through my Stetson hat, which do not look accidental. dead Mexicans in mtpluu.‘::dfolr ‘"Well, now," my Grandpap "there is not a citizen Inththlnmdnyl who cannot hit a silver dollar at fifty yards with a sixâ€"shooter, drunk or sober, so it is not in nature that there can be so much careâ€" less shooting as all this. * . "So the next some of us get togethâ€" orundmlthol::’th:tltmohnfihthh‘ town that there can be no shooting or other dilt!ll'h‘l‘u whnhfironflg Y-"u!u.ho-\ cause when scalawags take advantage of.eelebnfionhuaoldmnh time to quit." _ "‘But," I ask my Grandpap, "what does the blowing of whistles and ringing of bells have to do with the shooting? Why not stand for them ?" K ___ "Well, of course, we do not have whistles j fl:‘Welk:yfeoum.la!donothauwM&} n those s randpap % maybe I forget tl:ymhtht u:ly:nnul with no sense of honor, hits Sam Hall on the um.wdmmmw (%M.Mcmy) under a rs than the present A Thursday, Dec. 30th, that the darn thing gets bigger. Chore Another danger about holding a PHONE 707 GRIMSBY 42 Main W. BARRISTER, souicrror, Streot, West . hi +4 ‘.:umuv _ £. A, BUCKENKAM 3 Main §t. w. 221 8t. Paul 5t on Earth to Men of J. B. McCAUSLAND 8SUN LIFE OF CANADA HAROLD B. MATCHETT BARR soLicrrors, _ To iafkiey Happy New Year Dr.D.R.COPELAND, i; STEVE ANDREYCHUK Store in The Bruit Belt" GEORGE L. GEDDES BULOVA, ELGIN, ELCO WATCHES Watch Clock And T. R. Be GORA, B.A. Mours $:00â€"12:00 1:30â€"8:00 + Closed Saturdays At Noon Open Wednesday Afternoon ACCNUNTANTS Tax Returns and At 42 Main St. w. Crimsey Saturday Afterncon 2 â€" 5 REAL ESTATE and all kinds of 12 Main St. West, :+ Prons a.r0ee ST. 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