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10 The Ottawa Journal Ihi Journal AMnhmg Company Ottawa. Limited. SATURDAY, AUGUST 28, 1943; When Thieves Fall Out There may be nothing in that story of Hitlir turning on Mussolini when they last met, telling him that for the mess he was in he bad nobody to blame but himself, and that Germany's "supermen' to save him he 1 I 1 11 A I I 1 nlf T1 na Dciier go lane a jump in Mare Nostrum Yet this is the sort of thing that trapped gangsters do, and certainly it's a bit significant that when Mussolini got the gate never a word of consolation came to him from his old pal. Here were two chums in crime, fellows who had plotted to kill an)d steal together and, no doubt, to share the loot, yet when one is tracked down the other abandons him callously. Shades of the -axis of steel" and the "forest of Andspeaking of Adolf's silence over Bmoto, where is Hitlir, anyway? Here is cloven-hoofed Joe Goebbels telling the Nazis that "Never before has the Reich" been in such deadly and Dr.

Ley pleading with them to hold out, yet never a word from the Fuehrer. What sort of leadership is that? When England alone stood between the world and night Winston Churchill spoke deathless defiance. When the Huns were at the gates of Stalingrad Josef Stalin's voice was heard like a clarion. But now, when Germany's cities are in ashes and bands of steel go round the JReich, the once great leader, the man who used to beat the tribal tom-toms, skulks away in silence. Is the answer that Hitler is dead? Or that he is being shown to be a craven coward? The W.I.B.

at Quebec. Reporters back from Quebec have been speaking in high terms of the, work there of the Wartime Information Board. It is true, as the Montreal Gazette said the other day, that Canada had no counterpart to Stsfhin Early. But it should not be inferred from that remark that the fault was tha of the W. I.

B. Mr. David Dunton was in charge "of the board's operations at and was consequently burdened with some of the criticism' that arose out of the paucity of news. But the blame was not his to shoulder. In the first place there was little news of the conference for the' very good reason that the conference was about war.

In the second place such news as was officially given out was given out with order and despatch by the W. I. B. It may be that Mr. Dunton was unable to talk off the recorder what was going on in Mr." King's mind as easily as Mr.

Early was able to tell about Mr. Roosevelt's thinking and doing. But Mr. Early is a high-ranking secretary 'of the President's andhas hot only his close' confidence but his close friendship. Thus he is able to guide the press, in Washington or in Quebec, on what line to take and when-to take it.

Mr. King, on the other hand, keeps his own counsel in all matters and Mr. Dunton's relationship to him was only that of a competent but very closely controlled mouthpiece. "I had dinner with the President last night and talked this over with him, said Mr. Early one day to a press conference.

To compete with that kind of relationship was a difficult assignment indeed. But Mr. Dunton, for Canada, and Mr. M. R.

K. Burce, for England, by ability and personality, kept pace with "Steve" and' within the limitations placed around them turned in highly creditable performance. No Canadian Flag. Flying bravely from the Ottawa Peace Tower during the Roosevelt speech were the Tnion Jack, the Stars and Stripes and the Canadian Red Ensign. Yet the Canadian Encyclopaedia says the Canadian Merchant Marine red ensign "is essentially a marine flag and cannot properly be flown on It was the same at Quebec.

The lack of a Canadian flag was sharply and embarrassingly apparent. Over the Citadel flew the Union Jack for Churchill, the Stars and Stripes for Roose-' velt and the red ensign for Mr. King. But people kept on asking what the red ensign was and the Americans, in particular, had never seen it. Many people feel that if the Union Jack is good enough for England it should be good enough for Canada.

But when distinction is necessary that feeling is worthless. The stores in Quebec had no red ensign, nor had the people. The pity is that the argument for a Canadian flag has been left largely to that portion of Trench Canadians known as extreme nationalists and their demand is somehow felt to imply lack of respect to Britain. Yet Australia and New-Zealand and South Africa have managed to retain their place in the Empire despite their proud possession of a national and distinctive flag. Just a week or two ago Tee Journal remarked: "Apropos of current talk about a Canadian flag, we are for a Red Ensign with a maple leaf on the fly, and we don't care who knows After the events of the last fortnight we feel even more strongly oh the subject.

This Is Our Democracy. In Honolulu, an army commander of he United States, Lieut. General Robert C. Richardson, was fined $5,000 by a Federal court because he failed to appear and show cause why he should not be held in, contempt. That is the democracy we speak of.

And that we fight for. Can any of us imagine a Nazi War Lord or A member of the Prussian military caste haled before a German court and fined That can only happen under freedom, where the military is the servant, not the master, of the people, and where all men, regardless of rank, or caste or social status or wealth, are equal before the law. In on Wednesday, Emu, Ludwtg, famous German-born author, rioted the fact that a democratic crowd fwas not "pushed around by brutal police as they would be in "Exactly in the centre was a gigantic police-' la a red uniform who patrolled large esplanade with slow steps, symbolizing a vary modest Instrument of, control. He did not even hinder the people near the Parliamentarians." People. sometimes ask: What is this "way.

of life" of which we speak? The answer is in that lieutenant general fined like an ordinary citizen in an American court It is in that Ottawa crowd of Wednesday not shoved around by "brutal It is in the right of all of us alas, often taken too lightly to taeathe and move and speak freely, to own our own minds and' conscience, to criticize our own government, and to speak out about anything that concerns our country. That is our way of life, the dearest and most precious of all human possessions. Heaven grant that when this night passes we shall remember and cherish it always. Limited Recognition. Allied recognition of the French Committee of National Liberation is, rightly or wrongly, by no means an unlimited one.

Especially is this made clear in the text of the United States statement, which contains one or two pointed paragraphs, to wit: "In view of the paramount importance of the common war effort, the relationship with the French Committee of National Liberation must continue to be subject to the military requirements of the Allied commanders. "The Government of the United States note, with sympathy, of the desire of the committee to be regarded as the body qualified to ensure the administration and defence of French interests. The extent to which It mar be possible to sive effect to this desire must, however, be reserved for consideration In each case as It arises. The British and Canadian statements are softer. But even the Canadian statement, drafted with obvious care, says' that "it is understood that the committee will operate on the principle of the collective responsibility of all its members for the prosecution of the and adds: "It is the intention of the Canadian Government to give effect to this request as far as possible, while reserving the right to consider in consultation with the committee the practical application of this principle In particular cases as they -1 There will be those'to criticize this recognition; condemn, it as inadequate.

Yet all that Britain and the United States and Canada have done is to place the winning of the war first-first for France, as well as for themselves. No Frenchman not putting his personal ambition before victory can object reasonably io that, Not when he knows-rs- he is" assured by all three nations that when the war -is. it will be for the people of France to decide for themselves and by themselves the sort of government they want. -j The Rumor Menace. Some days ago a man wrote to Toronto! Globe and Mail to say that when one of -Mr.

Walter Zzllex's Toronto stores burned down his employes were let out for six weeks without wages; he had "insured his stock but not his workers'; Mr. Zeller has -replied to say 1 He has never had a store in Toronto; (2) the fire referred to occirred in Fredericton, and (3) the employes who were put of work for six weeks were paid their full time. Thus the danger of listening to rumor end of spreading it. Unfortunately, there are all too many people who are' willing to do the listening and spreading. And the truth, alas, only rarely catches up with the falsehood.

Why the Choice of An Order-in-Coundl dated August 11 gives Defence Minister Ralston authority, to send additional call-up (Home Defence) troops to Newfoundland and Labrador, the Bahamas, Jamaica, British Guiana, Alaska and United States. Call-up troops are already serving in these areas, or in some of them, and the new order merely provides for the despatch of reinforcements, this as from time to time such a step is deemed necessary "having regard to military exigencies'. Military exigencies! If the military exigencies were such as to make desirable or necessary the despatch of call-up troops to reinforce-Canadian armies in Europe, would they be sent? That is one of the things that many Canadians can't understand about this "Home Defence army. The Government used authority to send such troops to Klskal "Why' shouldn't it have authority-or use authority to send them to Sicily? Or to any other war theatre? Surely there is no difference between fighting for Canada in the Aleutians and fighting for her 'in Europe? Yet the Government by some strange process ofvreasoning, or by flying into the face of reason, refuses stubbornly to cut out this two-armies nonsense and say courageously and sensibly that all able-bodied men called up for service are liable for service everywhere. The cutting out of this regional liability business, with all its harmful distinctions, would strike at the roots of our manpower troubles, give us total war in fact as well as name.

Notes and Comment. Mrs. Roosevelt's presence in New Zealand seems to be good and sufficient explanation of her absence from Quebec! 1 Frederick Wallis White, of. Ottawa, age 17, has won a Navy League scholarship. But he has one brother a major in Sicily and another a lieutenant commander in the Navy, so hell have to step to keep the pace.

The Hamilton Spectator complains 'about the confusion in directories caused by Mac's and Mc's and suggests telephone directories and the like should follow the style of the Encyclopaedia Britannica which groups them together for the sake of convenience. A quicker' way would be to pass a law making all such names conform to one style a law we recommend to the C.C.F. party as an addition to its THE-OTTAWA JOURNAL SATURDAY, AUGUST 28, 1943. Side Lights Ivory Tower? i Vf'; Janus, in The Spectator. Can anyone trace the familiar but elusive term "ivory tower" to its source? Everyone knows the phrase, but I find that persons much better -versed in literary allusions than I am defeated by this.

But readers of this Column rarely disappoint An Exotle Colt Sydney Post-Record. There may be some C.C.F. candidates entered in Prince Ed ward Island's general election event according to a despatch from Bedeque. Another evidence that almost anything may hap pen in an election. Shin to Urn is no more exotic to a Moslem than Socialism to the average island farmer.

Good News From India. Manchester Guardian. Trie former Hostess of a member of the has Just re ceived from him the following in teresting airgraph despatched from India. In the original the blanks are filled in by the thick black obliterations of the cen sor's department: "You will be pleased to know that I am now stationed in, and you will also be delighted to hear that. I have actually seen the famous.

8cent in The Spectator. A writer in Wednesday's Times reports that the musk in her greenhouse is regaining its scent and I have no doubt that her letter will provoke as much further correspondence as letters reporting the first-cuckoo habitually do. I amvno botanist and it may be that the extraordinary unanimity with which musk-plants throughout the world be came suddenly scentless twenty years or so ago has been satisfactorily explained. But I have never seen the explanation, nor does there seem to be any reason why the scent should gradually return. Norwegian Women In England.

U.K. Information Office. More than a thousand Nor wegian women, representing every section of Norway national lire, have escaped to Britain since the Germans overran thefr country in 1940. Some fitted readily into war jobs, but many needed train? ing, and for them the Norwegian Government In Great Britain set up a system of education. From this embryo, the Norwegian Women's Auxiliary Corps has taken' shape: and many of these women are now trained In nursing, ambulance and truck driving, office, kitchen, men and canteen work.

In addition, some of the women are being given full army training. A Contrast v--. New York Times. Whit a small tight world it is In which Anthony Eden has Just bopped from England to Quebec in probably less than 24 hours! What a loose, sprawling, disintegrated world it must have been in 1759 when It took General Wolfe 13 weeks of sailing to cover the same distance, on his way to rendezvous with Mont calm and destiny outside the walls of. Quebec! Dying 50 years be fore the first steamship, 75 years before the first railroad, 150 years before the first airplane.

General Wolfe, for all his brooding ima gination, could scarcely have conceived a world shrunken to the dimensions of our airplane age and, as a result the thing we call global war. Slacks and Bloomers. Fort William Times-Journal. But we are wrong if we think that slacks are a modern woman idea. Away back in the misty past the hourls of the East wore trousers which reached to their insteps.

They, may have veiled their faces but they were not afraid to wear Almost a hundred years ago, when crinolines were the accepted style, Mrs. Amelia J. Bloomer, a very determined lady, started a crusade in the United States for dress reform for women. In 1849 she took up the idea previously originated by Mrs. Elizabeth S.

Miller of a woman's costume which would prescribe the wearing of a short skirt with loose trousers gathered around the ankles. The name of "bloomers" gradually became popularly attached to any divided skirt or knickerbocker dress for women. Even yet bloomers are not entirely unknown. We don't know what Mrs. Bloomer would think of slacks, but, we imagine that she would give them her blessing.

The Ford-Pearson Contest N.Y.'Herald Tribune. Henry Ford's challenge to Drew Pearson, the Washington columnist to run a footrace or meet him in any other reasonable test of physical fitness, suggests the possibility of one'of the most attractive porting events of the decade. It recalls the days of trial by combat We assume that Mr. Ford, who is not much given to Jesting, made the offer in good faith. Mr.

Pearson had' said that the Government might take over Mr. Ford's plants because Mr. Ford, who is 80, was too old to operate them; this idea, naturally enough, got under Mr. Ford skin, for he has long prided himself on his good condition. Would not Madison Square Garden be a good place for this exhibition? The proceeds, which should be tremendous, might go to some form of war relief.

It's none of our business, but one tip to Mr. Ford: Insist on a distance run. The Washington life makes most persons short-winded, and we doubt whether Mr. Pearson is an exception Three Canucks Visit; Chichester Cathedral Br iNtn rwn. a bbc ti.

TOURING my recent visit to Chi Chester I slept in a room overlooking the cathedral; or, it would be more precise to say, my room was overlooked by it Noth ing in the city of Chichester pre dominates over the cathedral, the Mother Church of Sussex. Getting up in the morning and going to bed at night I was acutely aware of it and felt its presence strong ly. It was as if the cathedral were a living thing and not a building of cold stone. At least once during the day I would walk round it carefully, not so much to ad mire its slender spire or the stur-dlness of its Bell Tower, but to renew this feeling of personal contact that I felt seeing it from my bedroom window. It seemed as if it spoke to me and I could not hear the words.

I am not a particularly religious man, and going to church is not an organic part of my life. This is not so much a matter of dis belief as a matter of form. Church going, to me, is a settled xthing and nowadays I dont lead a settled life. Besides, the appeal this cathedral of Chichester had for me transcended religious belief; it appealed to my imagination. I felt Impelled towards it As a matter of fact it seems as if the whole city is impelled to wards the cathedral.

The four main streets come together by the East Wall, at the Market Cross, built so my guide book told me, by Bishop Storey, who held office in the year 1500. He intended it to be for the benefit of the poor of the but the only person today who seems to get much practical benefit from it is the policeman who directs the traffic and who sometimes shelters be neath its stone arches when it rains. The life of the city flows on beneath the walls of the cathedral, quiet and unruffled, as if sure of the power of its. protec tion. Even though some of the windows along the North Wall have been shattered by the blast from1 a German bomb.

I had been In Chichester for two days bef ore I went inside the cathedral church. There were prominent notices displayed in the city that it was "Religion and Life And this overawed me a little and kept me to the outside of the cathedral Still, it was impossible to confine the at traction it had for me to a contemplation of its outer walls; and, so picking a time in the late afternoon when there was" no danger of my coming in upon a conducted service, I pushed open the heavy West Door and stepped inside. Away up in the half light of the choir the organ was being play ed, its silvered notes drifting up in praise to the vaulted roof. I found a chair in the Nave and sat listening. It may have been that the cathedral was deserted but for the man who was playing the organ and me; it would be impossible for any human being to make his presence felt in the calm majesty of that place.

But suddenly I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned round and saw three large Canadian soldiers standing beside me. They had big. healthy red faces and looked as if they were feeling a little out Of puce. "Is it O.K.

for us to come in here?" asked one, in a hoarse whisper. "Of course," I said. They tiptoed away, frying 'to quieten the fall of their heavy boots on the stone' I watched them moving through the half-light looking at the tablets on the. wall- They stopped in the south Transept where the walls are panelled with paintings of all the Kings and Queens of England. Af they stood, their strong figures were touched by the rays of the dying sun, filtering through the stained glass windows.

And I saw them, these strong Canadian fighting men, as part of an unbroken chain: descendants of strong healthy men who had stood in the same po sitions in a moment of meditation before going forth to fight in the Crusades, under Marlborough in the Peninsular, with Wellington at Waterloo. Like me these Canadians had no doubt been impelled to this place and maybe they saw themselves as I saw them, standing there hearing the notes of the organ and looking upon the dark splendor of the walls. A little way off from them were two Royal Air Force men with pilots' wings on their blue tunics, looking up at the delicate tracery of the canopy at the back of the choir stalls. There was no Idle curiosity in the way they looked; for them too this had a meaning. As I sat there in the shadowy Nave seeing these Canadians and the RAJ, men and listening to the organ notes swelling upwards, I.

thought of all the life that had moved beneath the cathedral's rounded arches during the -eight hundred years, of its existence; the story of the Mother Church of Sussex, the story of the English people. Each phase, each new development of this story had found an expression within these walls. Before the High Altar had knelt the clergy who had received King Henry VTII'i brutal command to dispose of the treasures of their beloved church. Through this same West Door had come the King's commissioners to see that the command was carried out There is a reeord el that com mand in the cathedral library, and it runs: "We command you to repair unto the cathedral church of Chichester and there to take down the shrine and bones of that biihop called Saint Richard, with all the silver, gold, Jewels and ornamerits aforesaid, to be safely and surely conveyed and brought unto our Tower of Lon. to be bestowed as we shall determine "at your arrival.

And also ye shall see both the place where the same shrine standeth be razed and defaced even to the very ground, and all such other images of the church to be taken and conveyed I thought of the anguish of those long dead clergy as they read those harsh words and with what agony of spirit, they had watched their execution. thought too, of the defiant courage of the man who had at that time occupied Bishop's seat one George Daye who had plain ly told King Henry that "he could not conform his conscience to do what he was by the said letter His course had an parently commended itself to the King, for Bishop Daye was permitted to stay in his seat But when later the new prayer book of Edward VI was announced Bishop Daye once more protested and this time lost his His courage was not appreciated by King Henry's son. I sat there with these thoughts and fancies for a long time, how long I don't know. As I have said, I am not a particularly religious My associations with church are mostly confined to memories of fidgetting about as a small boyj' and longing for the sermon to end. But now it seemr ed as if I had heard 'a sermon since pushing, open great west Door; a sermon that was not a collection of dusty thoughts and words which made me long to escape into the fresh air, but a sermon that was vital and mov ing.

This sermon that the grey walls seemed to preach was of the in destructible spirit of man. The building they form is hot held to gether by cement. 4or- by -the weight of one hewn stone upon another. It is held together by the dreams that have stirred in the hearts of Englishmen for 800 years and by the desire to point those dreams at the sky. It is held the faith and the belief of generations upon gtnerauona of the British race: a faith In the tightness of their way of life and a belief that Inevitably this way must prevail.

It is not fear of the Unknown that made men build place; but faith in the Known, the well understood. A cathedral is the ex pression of the way in which men live. And in an English cathedral one is very close to the heart of England. This was the sermon- that I heard while sitting in the cathe dral church of Chichester in the English County of Sussex, on a day in early June; a day in 1943 when the greatest war of all time was raging. A war in which I am involved and.

in which those men from far off Canada are involved. It was a. sermon that although not spoken by a human voice, was eloquent and told the Cana dlans and me, something that we wished to hear. Something that told us that this phrase Religion and Life" was not an empty catch word. We had been impelled towards this old place to hear this sermon and it had heartened us.

As I walked back to the West Door I passed the Canadians again and I could see from their faces that this was so. And as I went back to my room in the hotel, I passed by where the German bomb had shattered the windows along the North wall. The sight seemed insigni ficant. Ottawa in 1918 fnm TU JtcrMl Amfttf in. ON the following Tuesday an ii- ucmpt wu do maae lor a round-trip aerial mail flight Toronto to Ottawa and return, in one day.

The schedule called for leaving Toronto at 8 ajn arriving Ottawa at noon, leaving at 2 p.m. and reaching' Toronto at six. The German Empress was gravely ill. Thomas Ahearn, president of the OX.R., said he was. willing to undertake negotiations with the city for the sale of the plant The United States Government was collecting peach stones, out of which, was made charcoal for gas masks.

A great shortage of accommo dation for guests at the Ottawa Exhibition was feared, and peo ple were being asked to rent rooms. AUGUST. White clouds like galleons sail above, The peach boughs earthward bend. Shrill in the grass the locust sings To herald Summer end. I stamp my feet to still that voice, Then lie upon the grass To watch the sun on dappled leaves, The misty navies pass.

Ripe fruit hangs heavy on the bough. The afternoon is lone. This lovely season cannot end I will not heed that song! A drowsy silence covers all As though earth held herbreath. Deep In my heart the locust shrills The song of Summer's death. Hester Pine in the Mew Other Views SOME STEAK.

Lethbrldge Herald. Now somebody is going to make beefsteak out of air, water, molasses, yeast and ammonia. For the last quarter of a century somebody has bobbed up at intervals who was going to feed us on tablets and save all. the dishwashing. We think well stick to our beefsteak on the hoof as long as it lasts and as long as our coupons hold out ROOSEVELT AT OTTAWA.

Quebec Chronicle-Telegraph. Once again we bow to the restrictions of the United States Security regulations and admit that it is better to be sure than sorry. Nevertheless, it does seem that Mr. Roosevelt would have been as safe on the streets of Quebec as he was on Parliament Hill at Ottawa and we must hope that when he next visits this city its people will be able to see and hear him more freely than during the conference Just ended. MR.

KING'S OMISSION. Char lottetown Guardian. Mr. Mackenzie King apparently forgot that he was host to his eminent guests not on his own account but as the leader of the Canadian people and that the dinner was given at their expense. At least Mr.

Bracken, as the head of the second largest party in the state, which constitutes His Majesty's loyal Opposition at Ottawa, has become one of 'their representative spokesmen, and is entitled to recognition when public moneys are spent upon hospitalities. PRIVATE ENTERPRISE? The Financial Post What really is "free private enterprise'? Sam O. Dunn, veteran industrial newspaper editor of the United States replies: "My definition of it is enterprise which (1) seeks and receives no subsidies from government; (2) is subjected t6 no subsidized competition by government; (3) if naturally monopolistic, is strictly regulated by government; (4) if naturally competitive, refrains from practices restricting competition, either voluntarily or because of government compulsion; not subjected by labor monopolies or government to wages and working conditions that prevent normal, healthy, function of private enterprise. ARGENTINA HOLDS BACK. London Times The relations between Argentina and the United States, which were at best coldly correct during the unpopular administration of Dr.

Castillo, the Conservative President have grown several degrees colder since be was violently supplanted by General Ramirez. The new Government composed with the exception of the Minister of Finance of high officers of the army and navy, has entirely failed to fulfil the hopes which a purely military coup d'Etat had aroused. It began by prohibiting the use of cipher" in international wireless communications, an act which was interpreted as a prelude to further manifestations of solidarity with the other nations of the New World. But with this measure its capacity for action against the Axis was seemingly exhausted. THEN AND NOW.

Manchester Guardian. Military success opens the eyes of neutrals, even unfriendly neutrals, to our virtues. Her' is a passage from a Spanish Falangist paper in the Autumn of 1939 after the destruction of Poland: If the triumph of Germany would mean an advance towards the unity of Europe the ideal of England would be to convert Europe 'into one more part of her dominions. But the British giant like the giant of the Bible, has feet of clay. Here is a passage from a Spanish Falangist paper of July, 1943: Actuated exclusively by the idea, of individual freedom and respect for the human person, the British Empire sets an example and at once constitutes the hope as well as the guarantee that neither disorder nor barbarism nor tyranny shall master the world.

In Spain also we must exert our virtuous influence. Lord Burghley, Bermuda Chief, All Right Guy5 Br mBmn OVitn te-Meatn! JORD BURGHLEY, new Governor and commander-in-chief of Bermuda, was an all right guy when he was hurdling his way to fame some years' ago. Back in 1930 he came through with tho British team going to the Empire Games, at Hamilton. At Quebec we went looking for him on the Empress of Britain, now at the bottom of the Atlantic We roamed around the plush cabins till we ran into one of the game officials. Bless yer he said, "Davie is with the lads." Sure enough, Davie was down with thereat of the team going third class.

"A bleeding democrat he is" proffered our informant "No side even if he is a toff and a bit of all he added. Eventually we found Davie Lord Burghley, who was one of the best of all hurdlers. He was hurrying off the boat but he had time to spare a few conventional words. We eventually wound up talking about the weather, which is the usual way, but he had nothing to say. for himself, if little for his team-mates, except to put in a strong plug for a South African runner named Joubert who was going strong at the time.

He showed here the night Lovelock ran so well at the M-AAA. grounds. For, a belted Earl he ii. Jk w- t.J was quiie a leuow, ana in ua little side to him. There were a lot of snobbish young ladies out for the occasion, and some of our more profound badgers as well as bad-gerettes were racing round him in coveys, giving him the old viscount stuff and going into high altitude 'twitters every jo often, but he was oblivious of It alL He sought out some of the Canadian competitors and reminisced about track experiences.

He waa particularly impressed by the running of Hilda Strike, who was a very nice looking girt too. which proved the noble Earl had considerable awareness about him. Anyway he was top hurdler, and he-was a cheery sort of fellow who talked a lot of sense and didn't take himself too seriously. He was a good-looking man, very fair, a Nordic, type, who could riffle through his family tree back to the time of the Battle of Hastings. He had that nice Oxford way of talking which is so attractive, only in Englishmen, and so irri- taung in imitators, You will hear more from him in Bermuda and we wouldn't be surprised if he gets them to put together a track team for some of those Empire games after the war- Sport is going to boom where Burghley sets his foot We call him Burghley, of course, after our short platform acquaintance with him.

We wouldn't be surprised if he hailed us back as Baz, because he seemed that kind of fellow. MR. QORDON STATS. Windsor Star. No finer tribute has been paid to any man in public life than Premier George A.

Drew has extended to Mr. A. St Clair Gordon, Liberal MPJ. for Kent West and former Cabinet member, by re questing that he continue In office as Chairman of the Liquor Control Board of Ontario. This is an acknowledgement of Mr.

Gordon's recognized abilities, and at the same time it demonstrates the broad-mindedness of Premier Drew in leaving a political opponent of less than a month ago in an important position. The Premier's action, too, is all. the more noteworthy when It is. remembered that he as a public, servant in. 193 4, was not treated so courteously by an incoming Government Lighter Vein "Your fiance is a charming man He has a certain something." "Yes, but I would rather he had something for Ode to a Repair Man fetort K.

Tr ia Cfcless Dany Nw. VTHAT I want to attain, some prietor and his tone said is something like the Pl? J1 i i. in The next time I wasn so fresh, social standing, the position, now upp08e n0 de, enjoyed repair men, one of service man would be coming those half-legendary characters down this 'way this afternoon?" who fix washing machines, for in- I "ked in honeyed tones. It sounded as if I were inviting him stance, or radios. to a birthday party.

"We never You think it is tough getting In was the proprietor's reply. to see the President? You think it "He leaves in the morning, and takes Influence to get an audience ts the last we see of. at the Court of St James? You VthnSr" think members of the entourage "Not as a 'general this accord a little respect to a rajah? heart replied. "He might Then you'ought to hear the tone cU in and he might not But if he calls. 111 tell him about you." used these days when you ask for y)U teU a word with the service repair WM willing to give me a good man.

reference, too to say that these I started early the other day were deserving, hard-working and began trying toiM. a buTwoulX 5 meeting with a radio repalrist at all possible, like to have it The first shop I talked to said the run. Even so, even with a good irvlc man waa out and there word from the repair man's boss. no mnt h. would b.

JJgM Z'XS. back, assuming he came back at he happened to think the case all. "He usually comes in in the sounded interesting, he might Just the boss said, "and If possibly handle it I TV-l. you leave-your phone number ZSSX iu asx mm to can you- 'ut Add these fragments together, was clear the boss wasn't at all and you get a picture of a man sure he could swing it who really rates. He comes and "It's a nice radio," I said des- goes when he likes, he drops in perately.

"The job probably In the cool of the morning and would, not take him five minutes, is pot seen again all day, be is Probably the easiest job he has far too important to come to the tackled all day." telephone. There, my friends, is a WelL pro-1 Job with style to it.