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wa‘wfiWWâ€"‘w‘ â€"~. SHEPPARD & GILL L U M B E R We specialize in re-roofing, Cedar or Asphalt, & we invite your enquiries. Estimates will be cheerftu given without obligation. ALTERATIONS and: INSULATING Guaranteed Workmanship Phone 5W Tho Mrs. D. MaoMurchy was honored lasxt Saturday evening by members of her family, the occasion being her 68th birthday. The gathering was held! at the home of her daughter, Mrs. L. Marwood. Laskay Anniversary Services will be held on Sunday, October 19th at 2.30 pm. and 7 pm. Standard Time. Mr. and! Mrs. L. Hadwen and famâ€" ily, Mr. and Mrs. W. Charkson and family were visitor‘s recently with friend‘s at Pottageville. W é/f’é'f/ .2 Vell-ore Sr. Institute are holding a dance in Vell'ore Hall on October 10, with Carl Black’s orchestra in at tendance. Mr. J. Frost has returned to his home after visiting for several days with his sister, Mrs. W. Elliott of Thistletown. MT. and Mrs. A. MacLeam and Mr. and Mrs. H. W. Roberts; of Toronto were week-end guests recently with Mr. and Mrs. W. Maginn. COMPANY Rev. J. H. Anderson of the King charge was guest speaker at the morning service of Hope Church Anâ€" niversary on Sept. 28th. A needfle has only one eye but it looks shanp just the same. The annual Fowl supper will be held this year at the church on No- vember 12. Recent visitors with Mrs. C. Pet- erman were Mr. and: Mrs. H. Greene of Michigan, U.S.A. Teston Harvest Home Services rwil-l be held on November 9th at 11‘ a.m. and 7 pm. Standard Time. The guest speaker for both services w‘iltl be Rev. F. V. Hart of Wood'- bridge. Salem United Church choir Wilfl supply special music in the e'v- eming. THURSDAY, OCTOBER 9th, 1941. RE-ROOFING RICHMOND HILL C. Riddell TESTON Thornhlll I have just been talking to a wo- man who has spent a fortnight’s hol- iday in one of our most punished ports. A great deal of the peace â€" as anybody who has read: the news during the past twelvemonth must know â€"â€"- is flattened out; it just isn’t there; but the people are still game enough, anyway, to invite friends on a visit! ’I‘hose whose homes haven’t been damaged are carrying on much as usual; the oth- ers have found homes elsewhere. The shops have staked out their claims on the old spots and have moved further out to do business for the time being. My host and Beauty were blitzed out of their flat in London, but there wasn’t any talk of that. We had a. splendid party; you would never have guessed there was a war on â€"- except for one thing. Along the far side of the room stood a strange contraption: rather like a large piano crate of stout planks with a hinged flap in the front and a mattress amd cushions inside. It was the sole reminder of the weird times in which we live. Into this when there is a blitz, pap: Beauty and the baby, whil'e Falthergoes on fire-duty. It is strong enough, with any luck, to ward off falling beams,‘ so I guess it gives him a certain amount of peace of mind. Yet how outrageous it all seems, doesn’t; it? That ominous thing in a quiet little home, mrutely hinting at horrors. But only a fool would think its presence od‘d. All the same, you can guess its effect on anybody with an ounce of imagination; it speaks louder than any grim anec- dote. These folk all know what we are up against â€" and they sit there and' enjoy a party, bless-their hearts. Their chief complaint is at its hide- ousnesvs, squatting there and- ruin- ing the look of the room. PEOPLE STILL GAME ed spread: Two heapedr plates of garden-produce sandwiches; and two handsome cakes. There were also some lovely people sitting- around: my host â€" who used to have a fine job in London, but the job 'went west’ with the war; his wife, a charming beauty; a smart and amus- ing girl from the BBC. down here for a week-end; the delightful old Lady of whom I have already told you ~â€" the one who was blitzed and rescued from a [blazing building â€"â€" and the baby. NO TALK OF BLITZ Fortunately I didn’t take his! ad~ vice, for when I got there the first thing I saw was a real, oldâ€"fashionâ€" In one ruined street â€" certainly These quieter patches, though, (lo give the ortfinary citizen a breath» ing- space. On Sunday, I actually "went out 'to sea” â€" a. function which I had imagined to be quite obsolete. The Gardening Partner (who is nothing if not cautious), ad- vised me to have something to eat before I went. People, he said‘, couldn’t: be expected to offer one grub in these rationed! days: it wouldn’t be fair to expect it. Reading, England â€" You might think that during one of our perâ€" iodric lulls there is nothing much to talk about Or do these days: but it isn’t a bit like that. Even when Fritz's attention seems to be temp- orarily occupied elsewhere we're pretty busy. The Home Guard, for instance, has been having a grand time of it. Some mornings we are awakened by loud pops, bangs and what not â€"â€" this time quite harmâ€" less in practice, thought d‘ead‘ly en- ough- in theory I assure you â€" to find them hard at it. Then there is a tramp of feet down the avenue, and I scuttle to the Window to see Lots of them marching by, while somebody plays â€"â€" and plays really well â€" on a mouth-organ. There was a time when, if a lull happened, peOple waggedl their heads' andl slaid: “Ah! you may depend] ’DHEIY are hatching something for us." And, often enough, it was right. Now, with even more truth, we can say that WE are preparing a few sur- prises for THEM. (By Margaret Butcher) Here is another of those inimit- aible letters from Margaret Butcher, English novelist, which tells of the way in which ordinary every day folks of the British Islands are ac- commodating themselves to the exigencies of war time. This letter was wfitten specially for the Mid- land Free Press Herald: and The Liberal. Rations Agreeing With Game Britishers Whose Gardens Are Flourishing I always know there is going to be some quiet fun when I see him stroll u-p, carrying his bulgy red cloth bag with the tassels; the tra- ditional briefâ€"bag which contains his wig and gown. Until you realize what it is that bag looks a trifle strange, I’ll admit: not the sort of thing one might expect a well-dress- ed man to be humping around. Yet the tradition â€" like the wig-wear- ing â€" is still kept up. Incidentally, in the atmosphere of the courts the wig isn’t a scrap ludicrous or re- markable. It is a tight-fitting, rath- er small affair of white horse-hair, with curls placed; horizontally at the sides, and’ a short, thin pigtail which hangs down over the collar. Some- how it bestows on the wearer just the right touch of albofness andâ€"‘ how shall I put it? â€" unreality. Its effect is to give him an immed- iate advantage Over the ordinary man. The dignity of the courts, evident- ly, isn’t easy to break down, for when I last saw him he had) just come from a case in the provinces; and} during the hearing there was an A barrister friend who lives a- round) this way has been: telling me, too, something quite interesting. I often see him when he has! come straight from London, and if he has been bomb-dodging he certainly does- n’t look in the least like it. There is a sort of calm about him that makes me feel I’d just hate to be a cross-examined) witness. I have told him that if ever, by some evil chance, I find myself lined up on the other side I shalileadopt a certain course which -â€" in my opinion â€" is most liker to spoil things for him. He inquired; with considerable interest, what such a course might be. “I shall bell the bald, hideous trut ,” I said; and he certainly looked as if this move might be revolutionary enough to make it awkward. And if that isn’t a touch of real dmama I’ve never known one! RAIDERS PASSED The screen-heroine was singing “There’ll Always be an England”; flags were waving in the scene, and then, right acrossl the screen! the words were shown: not a military objective â€" a large cinema remains, by some miracle in- tact, and? shews ave still running there. This woman and her hostess went there one afternoon, and the place was crammed with folk who had! come out to enjoy themselves. During the performance they were notified‘ that an Alert had sounded; but not a soul lbud‘ged'. They just sat: tight and- the film went on. The moment of real drama came later.. FOR YOUR BEST BUY IN TIRES . . . SEE Hall’s Service Station YON GE STREET R‘AIIDEIRS PASSED THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HIlL, ONTARIO Curious things still happen, of course. A fine batch of young tur- nips suddenly appeared on the back of the gardenâ€"Seat which I so careâ€" fully made of turf, while the G..P’s. lovingly-tended carrot-bed} shOWS n0- thing at all except two sticks and a dandelion. The marrows; have to he tactfully dissuaded from crawling throngh the hedge and) into the road, while the cucumbers show a morbid disposition to climb a tree. The beans haven’t. thought of anything yet, but nothing can surprise me. I expect we are all beginning to feel that way. The annual bazaar anti rhod: supper of the Presbyterian Church Women-’5 Association will be held on Satur- day, December 6th. ’Welh, we are still making Out pretty well over here. The rations, I realhy believe, agree with us. Per- sonally, I have discovered, all over again, the valve of rice, and â€" be- lieve it or not â€" it is putting colour back into my hair. I have beEn staring at myself a little incredu- l‘ously in the mirror, and! now, if you please, I find that there are scientific grounds for my suspicions about that returning tint. I amI not a vain woman (knowing, only too Well, that I have no cause to be!) but this rice business just tidlcles me to death. Then there are the good things on the allotment â€" a return, at last, for all that digging and! mess and‘ blistered hands. Never did. mar- rows and potatoes and cucumbers taste so good. But the artichokes and the sunflowers . . . well, well, well! They have shot up in a perâ€" fectly monstrous manner. The fringe of the allotment is rapidly taking on the qualities of a Bolivian jungle; it is a positive affront to a female who barely touches five feet in height, and who, not so long ago, pushed those pettifogging little tub- ers and seeds into the earth. The sunflowers must be getting on for nine feet high, and I really don’t know how we are ever going to tell when the seeds are ripe â€"â€" much les gather them â€" without charter- ing a Spitfire for the purpose of a survey. The Gardening Partner, at no time a loquacious individual, just stands, staring upwards andl mur~ muring: “Well, I’ll be hanged!” But it all gives me that wonder- ful‘ feeling of calm inevitability; the knowledge that, short of blitzing off the whole thing. They can't stop the quiet, busy earth from doing its proper job. Alert. The siren, apparently, was practically on the top of the buildâ€" ing, and the din quite indescribable. “What did you all do?" I asked. It was a silly question; I should have known. The entire court just waited) until the awful noise died down . . . and: then Went on. at the exact place Where it left off. I had often wondered what happens in court at such times‘; and now I don’t have to wonder any more. RATIONS AGREE WITH US OPPOSITE ORANGE HOME BAZAAR Fall Clothing Complete Stock of NEW AND USED PARTS, ACCESSORIES & TIRES FOR ALL MAKES 0F CARS AND TRUCKS RECONDITIONED CARS AND TRUCKS 29 Yonge Street Phone 86 Cities Service Garage Rebuilt Ford A Motors, exchange . . . . . . . . . . $45.00 Men’s and Boys’ Wear â€"â€" Boots and Shoes Yonge 8; Richmond Sis. Richmond Hill PARIS AUTO SUPPLY EXPERT BATTERY SERVICE ’Phone 12 The cooler weather of fall is the signal for new clothing for this delightful season of the year. We are well stocked with the best known brands of clothing for men and boys and invite you to visit our store to fill your needs. R J. CRAIGIE AUTO WRECKERS Richmond Hill PAGE SEVEN Richmond Hill