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Perhaps in the future man’s food will be grown in laboratories. Natural science may grow new grains, ve- getables and fruits. The “home on the ranch” may be- come great livestock apartment houses. Laboratory farm- ing may solve our agricultural problems. In the last decade thousands of chickens have been grown in “batteries” electrically heated and lighted, sup- plied with running water. Mature hens live in wire cages. Fine dairy cows live in heated, sanitary barns and are led to a “milking parlor” for artificial extraction of the lacteal fluid. One of the greatest fields of exploration is in foods. Man knows little about the elements and their producing combinations. .The news that a flock of sheep have been successfully reared from birth to maturity on artificial feeds leads to interesting speculation on the future of food production. Perhaps some day our government will erect huge fac- tories and farmers will become industrial agriculturists. {Thousands of children leave school this year. Their entrance into working life will be amompanied by the dis- mal chorus of moaners who say that a child’s chances of success grow fewer and fewer every year. Parents should accept this nonsense for what it is: obstinate nessimism with no basis on fact. The children who are leaving school should be told of the new industries which never existed when their parents were young. Aeroplanes, motorcars, radio, modern transport, these are part of the exciting new world which accepts them. The manufacture, conâ€" trol, and sale of these things from the enviable heritage of youth today.â€"Manchester Sunday Chronicle. In all this history has merely repeated itself. The generation of Frenchmen following the Napoleonic wars showed an average loss in height, as compared with previ- ous generations, of some two inches. Three causes can be assigned for this condition: whole- sale destruction of the physically fit during the world war; a preponderance of births among progeny of physically unfit since the war, and deficiency in nourishment of a large proportion of the population as a result of economic disorganization brought about by the war. A British medical authority is quoted by the London correspondent of The Toronto Daily Star as saying only one-third of the men of military age in Great Britain are fit for military service. Neither does Mr. Macdonald like the use of words running into six syllables when there are so many con- venient two-syllable words which would convey the mean- ing more correctly. Almost any stenographer can tell you how her chief will deliberately search his mind for some “high faluting” term when she could suggest half a dozen nice little words which would serve equally as well, if not better. A lot of people labor under the mistaken belief that a long word sounds more impressive. Occasionally it does, but more often it sounds very much out of place, particularly if it does not happen to be the correct word. A man who really takes a pride in his letter can’t go wrong by sticking to the simple words. Even if he has a lot to say, there are enough of them to make himself perfectly understood. We fancy a big percentage of business men couldn’t tell you why they use the terms other than they are car- ried in a lot of letters. They do sound rather ridiculous and unnecessary when one can simply state the date and be done with it. AVOID TONGUE-TWISTERS There is room for improvement in diction of the mod- ern business letter, thinks Mr. Adrian Macdonald, of the Peterborough Normal School Staff. One of his chief comâ€" plaints is against use of such terms as “inst.” and “ult.” in referring to the date of a letter on the grounds they are more or less meaningless. And now, after having religiously done all of the above, you ought to have the satisfaction of very shortly seeing your town reduced to a small burg, with possibly a general store, a service station or two, and a post office. All this may not have enhanced the value of your property or im- proved your own living conditionsâ€"but you don’t care. 7 Always have your mind firmly made up before you go in any of your own home stores, that you just simply can’t get anything to suit you there. 7 If a stranger stops in town, tell him he’d do better to go on to the next place. Alwayé beiieve everything that peddlars and specialty agents tell you and buy from them. You could do better at your own stores, but don’t ever, ever do that. Always cultivate the idea that you can do better in some other town. Denounce your merchants because they are trying to make a living here. Glory in the downfall of any man who has done much to improve your -own town. Get all you can out of the town and the merchants, but spend your money somewhere else. Tell your merchants that you can buy elsewhere cheap- er, you probably can’t but charge them with being extor- tionists anyway. The tide has certainly turned at last. Trade IS on the upgrade and for the change that is under way the wise trade agreements and tariff policies of the King govern- ment are largely responsible. For thOSe who believe that in international trade the balance should always be in our favor the further fact may be recorded that while imports into Canada for the six months were 48 millions greater than for the same period a year since they still fell 2151/2 millions short of equalling our exports in the same period. For the six months ending with October exports of Canadian products totalled over 596% million dollars, or a little better than the even 118 millions above the same period a year ago. Exports of Canadian products in October came within less than $70,000 of reaching the even 111 million dollarsâ€" a larger volume than had been recorded in any previous month since 1928. Adv-thing Rates on Application Established 1878 AN INDEPENDENT WEEKLY PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY AT RICHMOND HILL THE LIBERAL PRINTING CO., LTD. Member Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Subscription $1.50 per year â€" To the United States $2.00 Covering Csnada’s Best Suburban District J. Eachern Smith, Manager WILL LABORATORY FARMING PREVAIL PAGE TWO WAR AND RACE VITALITY HOW TO KILL YOUR TOWN TIDE REALLY HAS TURNED “FORTY YEARS ON” “THE LIBERAL” TELEPHONE 9. At first it had been wholly pleas- ant when Harvey dropped in, unâ€" expectedly for a cocktail. And slightly exciting when, casually, he dropped in for tea. “I happened to be in the neigh- borhood,” he saidl easily, and I thought you wouldn’t; mind my be- ing' a trifle premature.” Snaring' brown eyes smiled down into snarâ€" ing violet eyes. “Of course,” she replied. “It was sweet of you to come.” Harvey would tell her that, too, and not only with ,his eyes. Poor Harvey, she really must make him see the light, however painful the process. Of all the men who basked in her radiance, he only, was not apparently content to worship at a distance. And because he, too, had that in his eyes which compelled and promised, Polly couldn’t quite dis- miss him with a smile as she did others. Sixâ€"thirty. Harvey should be here any moment. She stood: up and pivot- ed slowly before the panel glass for a final appraisal. Y-es, perfect. There wouldn’t be a woman at the Ferguson dinner who could‘ touch her. George would look at her a- cross the long table, waiting for her cross the long table, waiting for her glance to cross his and tell her with his eyes, “You are beautiful, I love you.” Dear George, he was an angel, and‘ she a very, very lucky girl. Polly’s humming took on new body breaking now and again into wordless singing. The world was a marvellous lthing, marvellous. to me?” he demanded with a strange intensity. Curiously moved, Polly had replied tenderly, lightly, “I sus- pect, darlingâ€"you know how clever I am at guessing.” And then he had released her suddenly, and walk- ed blindly from the room. Bub always when she asked “Is there anything wrong, dear?” he would smile crookedly andr‘alnswer, “Nothing sweet." Once, not so long ago he had risen and crushed her to him. “Do you know how much you mean Sometimes, though, Polly wonder- ed a little. There was an expres- sion which she had‘ surprised on his face occasionally, and more frequent- 1y of late. It started with his fore- head and worked down to his chin leaving it curiously ax'vry, if as cari- catured‘ by a paralysis, Nor, for that matter, had she ever questioned him. Not that there had ever been any cause for doubt. For all his quiet charm and blatant suc. cess, both of which made him deâ€" sired quarry, he remained entirely unconcerned over the stir he caused in feminine hearts. Polly liked to tease him about it. “I shall have to dye my hair pink and take tapâ€"dancing- lessons to meet this terrific competition,” she would say, happily. And George would: look at her, his heart in his eyes. And, loving her like that. of course George never could doubt her. Not even when, laughineg she snared other eyes with hearts in them. They were her due, those hearts, the price paid by unreckoning males for the privilege of watching her move in a rhythm of subtle curves, of listening to her lazy contral’w voice with its trick of breaking unexpectedly into a thousand little phisms; of contemâ€" plating the vitality rampant in the richness of her skin and lips and hair. “You are my life,” he had told her, when first the unbelievable miracle had wrapped them in crimson and gold. “I love you, I rest my faith of God and man in you.” He told her with his heart in his eyes, and his eyes in hers. Not thathe ever said so. George was too sensitive, too proud. Be- sides, be trusted her completely. Wasn’t that what had made their marriage a byword for marital per- fection over a period of ten years? Dear, funny old' George! Polly smiled at herself with the high de- light that comes of knowing one’s self to be utterly beautiful and de- sirable. George was, like that. Lov- ing her because she was lovely, yet fearing, always, lest she ‘be too love- ly. Polly hummed lightly as she slipp- ed a few invisible pins into her hair. Yes, she admitted as her mirror yielded a reflection of the finished product, the effect was pleasing. She said “pleasing” knowing happily in her heart that it was a gross under- statement. It was perfect. Well, perhaps not quite. A little more eyeâ€"shadow. She applied the blue cream carefully, tapered, ner- vous fingers thinning out the stuff with quick, sure strokes. Georg-e wouldn’t likeâ€"he said repeatedly that her eyes were dangerous enough without exaggeration of their deep violet. THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARTO THE LIBERAL SHORT STORY DEAR GEORGE Alma Ekins It was several seconds before she could‘ comprehend the words, writ. ten in George’s large, dashing hand, “By the time you receive this, Clar- ice and I shall have sailed‘ for Eu- rope. I suggest that you help Polly expedite divorce proceedings, Har- vey.” Scene 1: He steps out with a prospective sonâ€"in-1aw. Scene 2: He howls because his son-in-law is steppâ€" ing out. “Run off with his secretaryâ€"the sweet and simple George hereâ€"” 'and! he handed her a letter. Harvey’s eyes were those of a sleepâ€"walker, set in a strange, stern voice. His voice was hard as he answered. “George has gone.” “Gone,” she echoed, bewilderment making her lovely mouth slack and foolish. “What’s the matter, Harvey?” she asked sharply. She knew her voice sounded panicky. Harvey stared at her. The eag- erness, intens‘eness that had pro- vided the thrill to their meeting was gone. His eyes were listless, troublâ€" ed‘; seemed to be fighting against something he had to do. “H'érveyâ€"’ There was a catch in Polly’s throatâ€"flare you ill?” Somehow, she knew it wasn’t that, knew that was not the answer. It was something more serious. Well, this evening she would tell him, even if the telling should lose her his companionship, his charm, his adoration. She would speak to himâ€"gently, of course, and make him realize lhat while she liked him â€"oh, tremendouslyâ€"it was only as a cherished friend. No more such scenes for her. If George should ever find out! Dear George. The maid knocked at her door. "“Mr. Rollins is here and says can yau come down immediately.” Polly gathered up her wrap and‘ walked downstairs, slowly, her body, with force of habit, taking on a slight undulation; her eyes, deSpite her resolve, deliberately provocative. But Harvey, waiting at the foot of the staircase, watched the descent, strangely unresponsive. “I’m sorry.” He spoke in a low unhappy voice. “I’m terribly sorry." Shaken, they walked back to lights and people in silence. Harvey left immediately. Harvey took her elbow and turn- ed her toward the clubhouse. The moment was gone. A noise in the shrubibery had part- ed‘ them quickly. The tremor chargâ€" ing through Polly, chilled icy cold. Heavens! If some oneâ€"any oneâ€" were to see her, Polly Graham, in such a comprising situation. She shivered violently. Polly had wanted, feebly, to tell him that this was not part of the game; that she was George’s wife, loved and, yes, loving. But she had felt so weak and breathless; so her. rified and yet, by some paradox, so willing. “It’s crazy to go on like thisâ€"1' tell you I can’t stand it any longer. Oh, Polly, Polly my darling!” N‘o fooling, no banter this, with his lips hard' on hers. And George? Why George seem- ed to understand‘ perfectly. Off course he trusted l her implicitly. She trembled to think what might have happened had George stumbled upon the little scene in the garden at the club last night when Harvey had got entirely out of hand. . What more natural, then, if George were to be detained on busineSS as he frequently was, of late, that Har- viey should act as her escort till George arrived. As tomight, for in- stance. And so, they saw each other al. most daily, if not for tea or cock. tails, then at some dinner or gathâ€" ering to which it was certain Harâ€" vey would be invited if George and“ Polly Graham were expected. There were tastes in common and jokes to be shared. And there was, above all, the unemotional, but ever- existent sparring of brown eyes and violet. It was fun, Polly thought, when she permitted herself to think anout it, and perfectly innocent. Harvey, though a man of the world, realized that she was a good and devoted! wife. He had excellent ideas on home decoration, and) wlas ex- ceedingly helpful in all her minor domestic problems. Besides, their friendship was entirely platonic. En- tirely, Polly underlined the word in her mind. After that there Were many teas, with no explanations, luncheons and an occasional drive. Hours passed quickly for there was much to be learned about the other. “I’m ready,” she announced light- fixpr Your Xmas or Wedding H Gift Send Purchases of new cars in Northern Ireland have increased more than 20 per cent in the past year. ‘THE LIBERAL’ CALEDON EAST Residents of Caledon East for over 60 yeam, Mr. and Mrs. George Ber- ney celebrated their 54th wedding anniversary on Sunday, Nov. 15th. Mr. Berney has conducted a hard. ware business there for many years and has been postmaster for 25 years and has been long connected with the Orange and Masonic 0rd- Dr. FTed Conboy, a candidate for the Toronto Board of Conrtrrol, is a strong advocate of an Air Port and Air Harbour for Toronto. It is really surprising that Toronrto has let her- seLf remain so far behind the times in these facilities. Last year it is stated American Air Lines carried 887 thousand passengers and it is expected that this year the figure will exceed one milliom. ers ORANGEVILLE Death came suddenly to Miss Jean Curry while driving a car on the Main Street of Orangeville on Sat. urday afternoon, Nov. 15. Her father who was a. passenger in the car brought it to a. stop. Miss Curry has been a teacher on the Toronto Normal Model School Staff for the past three years. “I give them all Subscriptions to our Home-Town Newspaper.” CITIES SERVICE GARAGE Your Car Deserves a Warm Garage for Winter Goodrich Tires and Tubes Come in and make arrangements for Storage Space now. Here is a genuinely thoughtful wedding-gift sug~ gestion. Every newlywed household is a new family unit in its community, and should be well informed, always, concerning local affairs. And if the young pair must move away, why break old ties completely? Their home-town newspaper can be a strong chain linking them to loved ones and fond friends. (From Liberty Magazine) To a dowager lady of my acquaintance I went for advice on the subject of inexpensive-wedding’gifts. She lives in a city of medium size, knows practically every one, has dozens of young relatives, is bombarded every June With invitations to weddings. She said: “I give them all subscriptions to our homeâ€"town newspaper. If they set up housekeeping here they’ll need the paper in their new home, just as they’ll need milk every day, and gas and electricity. If they go away to live somewhere else, as so many young people do, then I believe they may need their home-town paper even more.” Generel Repairing and Accessories Brakes relined Battery Rentals and Charging Phone 12 Headquarters for THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 26th, 1936‘ ($1.50 PER YEAR) EDAIRY Richmond Hill Richmond Hill \ A Th‘?’