Mrs.P. J. Campbell met with an accident last Monday morning which might easily have ended much more seriously than it did. In fact she had a narrow escape of losing her life. Mrs. Campbell had just gone into the kitchen of her home. early on Monday morning, and was about ‘her household duties’ when suddenly the cooking range exploded with a loud report. Mrs. Campfoell was thrown through the open doorway from t/he kitchen into the -dining-room, and rendered unconscious.
When she recovered consciousness she found herself lying on her back -and just beside her a large piece of the stove. It seems that one of the water pipes from the stove had became frozen, and as the steam developed it could not escape and an explosion occurred. The stove was smashed into small pieces and much damage was done both in the kitchen and in the dining room. The crockery and other articles being broken and one of the pieces of the stove hit the ceiling and damaged it also.
The word is is that Mrs. Campbell was not hit by the flying metal, and although she was badly shaken and bruised she suffered no serious injury. Mr. Campbell was in another part of the house at the time of the explosion.
In other news of January 1926
Miss Welhelmine Reid, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John R. Reid of Ramsay, won fifith prize at the- ‘Ottawa Winter Fair’ last week for milking. She was first for the county of Lanark. Her prize was $6. The competition was open to girls under 16 years of age. Miss Reid had very poor luck. The cow she drew the ballot for was a young and nervous animal which could not be induced to stand still. This lost her a good deal of time.
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1866- The Church Street Schoolbuilt at a cost of $3,175—contract price.Almonte Church Street Public School, 1950/51 -MARG DRENNAN-–
Schools reopened on Monday after the Christmias holidays, with good attendance. Unfortunately the Church Street school was so cold that the children had to go home again. This has occurred several times this winter, and the explanation given is that the furnace is too small. There is a new teacher engaged in the person of Miss Eileen Staley, of Wolfe Island. She succeeds MissKate MacDonald, who resigned before Christmas. Miss Robeson, who also resigned before Christmas, is doing duty until a successor has been appointed. January 1920
Buddyzee FisherI lived in that building for a few years. Great place with huge high ceiling and similar heating bills. Lol.
In the 1890s P.C. Dowdall’s Drug Store was on Bridge St. in Almonte near the railway. In the entrance, the weather forecasts were posted up daily, providing a point of interest each day for the children walking to and from the Church Street school.
PUPILS WERE READY TO TESTIFY AGAINST PRINCIPAL OF SCHOOL (By Dugald Campbell) It has been a long time now since this little item happened. But it was back in Almonte around the latter 1800s likely. The old town had two’ famous school principals. One of course, was the redoubtable P. C. McGregor, patron saint of Queen’s University at Kingston, and for many years principal of Almonte High School. P. C. was really something. My story, however, concerns another principal, the late John McCarter. He was an old dour, stubborn Scot with a single mindedness and a stern approach to life. He held forth in the Church Street School, and he trudged, summer and winter, across the Bay Hill and up Mill Street. John McCarter was a stem disciplinarian aland he did not hesitate to lay on the birch rod at times. His arder in this direction brought him into trouble.The old man licked a lad named Jack Carney rather heavily, and there was such a rumpus kicked up that the case was sent up to the higher court in Perth. The late E. W. Smith (Almonte magistrate) did not wish to get into trouble with the two principals in the affair, so he wisely sent the case up to the county court. Mr. A. M. Greig represented School Teacher McCarter, and W. H. Stafford represented Jack Carney. The presiding judge was Judge Senkler at Perth. Carney’s lawyer took a cart load of school youths to witness that Carney took a shellacking. I was not one of the kids, but it was a great day when the prosecuting lawyer took the kids over to Perth. The late Sandy Robinson took his famous side-seater to Perth with his team of steppers.Twenty two miles was a long trip in those days, and there was a lot of heat generated around town because of the interest in the case. John McCarter had many friends and it would have been suicidal had he lost the case, but because of the youth of the lads, who were keyed up to take their oath re the licking of the Carney lad, the wise old judge dismissed the case. No evidence was taken because of the youth of the witnesses for Carney. Jack Carney’s health was not abated one whit, and maybe it was a good thing for the discipline of the town, but it was hot stuff when it lasted.
Church Street School-Hello Linda,My mom was born & raised in Almonte along with her 8 siblings. My Uncle worked the print shop for the Almonte Gazette, Uncle Fred was reeve at on time, my aunts worked in the flour mill Grandpa Clement built homes and helped build St. Mary’s church twice ! Thanks to Lin Jones
Almonte Public School 1959This school had a girls’ entrance on the East end and a separate boys’ entrance on the West end. The playground was even divided into a girls’ playground and a boys’ playground and we didn’t dare cross the line. The full basement was divided into a basement for boys and a basement for girls to use in inclement weather at recesses. Also, a girls’ cloakroom and a boys’ cloakroom on each floor and a girls’ stairs and a boys’ stairs to the second floor and to the basement.Anyone remember Church Street Public School? With Miss Ross on the piano?- Ian McDougall Tokyo Every morning the whole student body would gather in the foyer and sing, God save the Queen, Oh Canada and Don’t Fence Me In. I lived there for a short time, less than a year, but remember that I really loved the town.-Prudence Hutton Florida
Cathy PatersonSure do grade1 to 6 awesome to sets of stairs going up two down to the cloakroom boys side and girls side lining up outside to go in ! Off to classroom then assembly then singing God Save The Queen then The flag would go up of Elmer the Saftey Elephant of no accidents! School patrols out on the corners
Marty TaylorThink I only went there 1 year? Don’t remember much except the whole class got half a day off due to the smell after I threw up on some girls back in the classroom.
Sandy FranceThe grade 8 boys were tasked with wrapping the Union Jack flag so it could be unfurled by yanking on a cord during the singing of God Save the King. One day some wag filled the flag with small pebbles. Mr. Farnham was not impressed by the ensuing clatter.
Donna TimminsI went to the high school for Gr.1 with Miss Rodger, then Church St for Grade 2, 3, 4 &5 with Miss Rodger, Miss Gillies who later married Stuart King & Mrs. Penman for Grade 5. Mr. Sutherland in Gr. 6 which at Easter we transferred to the new GLComba and then back to Church St. for Gr. 8 with Hal Farnham. Lots of fond memories.
Don RaycroftGlenn Arthur A “beautiful” addition if I recall.I remember Ed Giffen teaching us the football basics and how to win. When he started the program I remember him saying you guys will be able to hit each other without visiting Mr. Farnham.It didn’t seem funny at the time but I have often laughed about it over the years.And I have no idea how he got in his Austin Mini. Maybe he took the front seat out??
Old Dick Langford was a miser, and the pride of his life was a fine bay horse with a white spot on his nose. Old Dick was eighty years old and the horse was eight. They lived on Old Dick’s farm in the county of Carleton, six miles from the town of Carp, ten miles from Stittsville, and thirty miles from Ottawa. Many a time the shrivelled old man and the spirited bay horse had done the distance to Ottawa in less than four hours. Old Dick’s wife had left him twenty years before he got the bay horse. She had said Old Dick was a skinflint and a torturer, and she would not live in the same county with him. He chuckled and showed his solitary front tooth, and transferred his farm so that she could not claim a part of it. After his wife was gone, Old Dick tried to regain title to his farm, but the man to whom he had transferred it disappeared, so Old Dick bought the farm near Carp and settled down alone, with his bay horse with the white spot on his nose, and a few farm horses, cows, chickens, dogs, and four books.
“Old Dick’s bay horse was stolen in 1889,” says Murray, ” and the old man raised a tremendous hullabaloo. About three months later the horse was recovered in Ottawa and Old Dick was happy. In the fall of 1890 the horse was stolen again. Old Dick declared he knew the thief, and the adjoining counties were placarded with the following:
‘STOP HORSE THIEF!
‘Stolen from Richard Langford, Lot 13, Concession 8, Township of Huntley, County Carleton, on Friday night, October 3rd, 1890, A DARK BROWN HORSE; age 8; height 16 to 17 hands; weight about 14 cwt.; black points, except white spot on nose and white hind feet. May have traded since. Arrest
‘alias St. George, alias Brennan; height, about 5 feet 8 or 9 inches; age, about 24; fair complexion, small sandy moustache, sandy hair, slim build and sharp features; grey clothes, and wore a cap when last seen. Take charge of any horse he may have and wire
‘R. McGREGOR, ‘County Constable, ‘Almonte, Ont.’
“Old Dick spent his time driving about with other horses searching for his bay horse, and declaring that the thief would go to prison this time. In December Old
Dick ceased driving about and locked himself up in his house and devoted himself anew to his library of four books. The favourite was a ‘History of the Siege of Londonderry and Defence of Inniskillen.’ The other books were ‘Meditations and Contemplations,’ by the Rev. James Hervey; ‘A Short Defence of Old Religion against Certain Novelties, Recommended to the People of Ireland’; and a big family Bible. Old Dick would open the ‘History of the Siege,’ and lay it on the table. Then he would shout passages from it at the top of his voice and toddle up and down the room in the throes of great excitement over the deeds of the lads of Londonderry.
“On Saturday afternoon, December 6th, 1890, three weeks after Birchall was hanged, neighbours passing to and from the town of Carp could hear Old Dick, the miser, roaring away over the ‘Siege of Londonderry.’ His door was locked and his windows were barred, but his voice could be heard while he thumped with his cane and trod the kitchen floor, as if leading a gallant charge. Robert Clark, a neighbour, whose house was in plain sight of the home of Old Dick, saw a light in the house in the early evening and at nine o’clock, when he looked out, Old Dick’s house was dark, the light was out and the old miser, as was his custom, was supposed by Clark to have gone to bed. About half-past ten that night, as Clark was locking up for the night, he looked out and saw Old Dick’s house brightly lighted, something Old Dick never did, because he deemed it extravagance. It was so unusual, that Clark was on the verge of going over to see if all was well with the old man, but it was snowing and blowing, so he concluded to wait until the next morning. On Sunday Clark went over to Old Dick’s. The house was locked. It was blowing heavily. Clark beat on the door, and when no answer came he went to the barn. Lying on the floor of the barn was Old Dick, sprawled out senseless, his head a mass of frozen blood. Clark shouted over to his own house and his family came and they bore the old miser to his house, forced in the door and endeavoured to revive him. The doctors were called and they worked over Old Dick, but he died, declaiming a passage from the ‘History of the Siege of Londonderry,’ and speaking no word as to the identity of his murderer.
“I arrived before the old man breathed his last. His head had been beaten by a blunt, heavy instrument. I searched the barn and found an iron pin, thirty-seven inches long and weighing ten pounds. Old Dick had used it as a pin to fasten the barn door, but white hairs and blood on it showed the murderer had used it as a club to beat Old Dick’s head almost to a pulp. The doctors, who examined the wounds on Sunday, said that Old Dick had been beaten on Saturday, and had lain all night in the barn. I searched the house. I found the ‘Siege of Londonderry’ open on the table, as the old man had left it. I found his bed had been disturbed and that some one had slept in it; a man, judging from the footmark, which was not Old Dick’s. The footmark showed no shoe, but seemingly a thick, wet sock. The murderer, whoever he was, called Old Dick out from his house to the barn on Saturday evening, either by hailing him or threatening to steal a horse, and as Old Dick entered the barn the murderer smote him with the iron pin and left him for dead, then quietly went to the house and lighted the light seen at half-past ten by Clark, who had thought at once that something was wrong, or Old Dick would not waste candles or oil. After warming himself at the fire, the murderer calmly went to rest in Old Dick’s bed, and
slept serenely while Old Dick lay dying in the barn with his wounds freezing. On Sunday morning the murderer had gone his way in the blinding snowstorm that covered his tracks.
“I began the usual house-to-house questioning of everybody in that part of the county, and at the very outset I was reminded of Old Dick’s stolen horse and his belief that he knew the thief. At every house I asked if they had seen George Goodwin recently. Goodwin was known in that locality as a loose character. He chopped wood and did odd jobs for farmers. I found a farmer who had seen him early on Saturday evening about a mile from Old Dick’s. Goodwin at that time was walking toward the Langford farm. I found another farmer who saw him still nearer Old Dick’s house. Later I found another who saw him on Sunday bound in the opposite direction, away from Old Dick’s. I got a good description of Goodwin. He was twenty-four years old, five feet eight inches tall, weighed one hundred and forty-five pounds, and had sandy hair and a light sandy moustache. He was bow-legged, had watery eyes, was near-sighted, and a silent fellow, who seldom spoke unless spoken to. But what satisfied me was the description of his clothing given by the farmers who saw him. He wore a blue suit, a short, striped overcoat, an imitation of lambskin cap, and beef-skin moccasins. The moccasins settled it. They accounted for the footmark in Old Dick’s bedroom as of a thick, wet, stained sock. I billed Goodwin for Old Dick’s murder. He was known also as Brennan, St. George, Wilkins, and used other names. He had relatives living near Ottawa, and I expected him to go to them before jumping to the United States. He had not robbed Old Dick, for I found his money.
“Goodwin did precisely as I expected. He sent money to his relatives for money, while he hid near Ottawa. I had hunted him through December 1890, and January and February 1891, and in March I located him near Ottawa. His trial was set for the Spring Assizes. His relatives retained Dalton McCarthy to defend him. Justice McMahon presided, and the trial was postponed until the Fall Assizes at the request of the defence. In the interval, Goodwin got out on bail. He skipped the country and never came back. It was good riddance of bad rubbish.
“I wondered often whether the murderer enjoyed pleasant dreams when he lay down and slept in his victim’s bed. The prosecution’s theory was, that Goodwin had killed Old Dick, not for robbery necessarily, but because Goodwin had stolen Old Dick’s horse and Old Dick knew he did it, and was waiting to locate him in order to have him arrested and sent to prison. If our theory as to the murderer had been wrong, Goodwin would not have been apt to run away.
“I had good luck in the Goodwin case, as indeed I have had in almost all cases. But about this same time I had a case where luck seemed wholly against me — in fact, I laid it away as a hard luck case. It was toward the close of 1890. John Brothers was the man in the case. He manufactured agricultural implements in the town of Milton, in the county of Halton, about twenty miles west of Toronto. He took farmers’ notes in part payment for implements. He became hard up, placed his genuine notes in the bank and added some forged notes to them. In due time the
manager of the bank told him to take up the notes. Brothers went to his brother-in-law, Amos Darling, an honest farmer who had a nice home earned by hard work. He dumped the notes on to Darling, telling him they were a good thing, paying seven and eight per cent. interest. Darling went to the bank and took up the notes, giving the bank his own note for $5,000, or almost the value of his farm. Brothers promptly disappeared, and the bank induced Darling to exchange his note for a mortgage on his farm, and in the end he lost his farm. I billed Brothers all over the country.
“Through a letter he wrote from San Francisco, I located him there. He was working as a moulder in the Risdon foundry. I prepared extradition papers and started for San Francisco. While I was on my way west and before I arrived there, a friend of Brothers in Canada notified him of extradition papers having been issued, and Brothers disappeared the day before I alighted from a train in Frisco. I notified the police all over the country, and after waiting some days and hearing nothing, I returned to Toronto. My train was several hours late. I learned that Brothers had been arrested by the chief of police at El Paso, Texas, on the Mexican border. The chief had wired me to Toronto and the telegram had been repeated to San Francisco and I was on my way back, so it missed me. I telegraphed immediately to El Paso, and the chief replied he had held Brothers as long as he could and had been compelled to release him a few hours before my telegram arrived, and Brothers had just left the town. If my train had not been late I could have reached the chief in El Paso in time. But luck was against me clear through in this case.
“Brothers crossed into Mexico and stayed there. I have heard he is dead. I felt very sorry for his brother-in-law, Amos Darling, whose home paid the forgeries of Brothers. Such Brothers as this one are not desirable even as brothers-in-law.”
Enclosed please find $3.50 for the Gazette for another year, and believe me I get more pleasure from that money in proportion than any other I spend. I realize there are not many of my age left, but I enjoy hearing of all that goes on in the town and surrounding country.
As usual I am sending some cards showing the beauty of the country. With the exception of M. B. Rock those scenes are all between here and Los Angeles. If there are any cards showing the Auld Kirk, I would be so happy if you would send me one.
Our rector of the little church pictured in this stationery collects cards of churches and I would like one for him. Either my grandfather or my great grandfather helped haul stones to build that church, I have forgotten which one though. (grandfather)
The little church shown on this stationery was the first Protestant’ Church in all San Luis County and is more than 90 years old. The other church was one of the Missions built by the Mission Fathers in 1773. It is still in use and in good condition. Our little church shown here is in good condition ■and is very beautiful inside with all stained glass windows. It is only one block from my home. There are additional buildings built since this picture was taken.
Best wishes for the Gazette for another year.
Sincerely, Isabel Ranney
The early days of the Auld Kirk, St. Andrew’s, in Ramsay, when Rev. Fairbairn and Rev. Dr. McMorran were the ministers. Recollections of the long services, which lasted from 11 o’clock till one. There was the red velvet bag attached to an inner handle In which the collection was taken in.
Instead of children going home with their parents they used to eat their lunch in the church yard and wait till Sabbath school opened about 3 o’clock. The Sabbath school, like the church services, was severe. Each child had to learn during the week and repeat on Sunday, 4 to 5 verses of Scripture. For special occasions they were asked to learn a whole chapter. After school the children walked home. Religion was very severe in those days and the children “couldn’t do anything.”
Isabella Aitken Ranney
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San Luis Obispo County, California, United States of America
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1940, Thursday June 20, The Almonte Gazette page 4 Mr William Aitken Mr William Aitken, for many years a resident of Almonte, passed away Sunday afternoon, June 16th, at the home of his daughter, Mrs D.J. Thompson, Lanark Township. His parents were William Aitken and Isabella Turnbull, pioneers of the district. He was born at Rosetta, in 1857 and received his education at Rosetta School House. During his lifetime he attended four successive churches on the one site. At an early age he entered public life, taking much interest in church, school and municipal affairs, acting first as councillor in the township and later as reeve. He also was clerk of the Grange, which was held at home of Mr George McFarlane at Rosetta, in the ’80’s. He was married in 1878 to Alice Knapton of Rosetta, a daughter of Silas Knapton and Mary Harrington who died in 1904. There was a family of nine, William of Regina, Sask.; Edwin, who was killed in action at Vimy Ridge in 1917; Jack of South Porcupine, Ont.; …Edwin, who was killed in action at Vimy Ridge in 1917; Jack of South Porcupine, Ont.; Mary, Mrs D.J. Thompson of Lanark Township, Isabel, Mrs A.M. Ranney of Oxnard, Cal; Alice, Mrs F.E. Ranney, deceased; Agnes and Estella who died in infancy and Ella of Santa Monica, Cal. In 1905 he sold his farm at Rosetta and moved to Regina, Sask. where the family resided for four years, when he married Miss Agnes Dick of Almonte, and returned to Almonte shortly after. She predeceased him in 1927. In Almonte he also took a keen interest in church and municipal affairs, being treasurer of the Bible Society Branch, also clerk of the session of Bethany Church. He also served on Almonte Council as councillor and as reeve. Shortly after the death of his wife in 1927, he took up residence at his daughter’s home in Lanark Township with the exception of some winters spent in Almonte. He left 22 grandchildren and 20 great grandchildren. The funeral was held Tuesday afternoon from the home of his daughter Mrs D.J. Thompson, to Rosetta Church, where service was conducted by the Rev Stanley Smith of Middleville. Many friends and neighbours were present. The pallbearers were six grandsons, Harvey, Edwin, Russell, Malcolm, John and Billie Thompson. Interment was in the Auld Kirk Cemetery at Almonte. Contributor: Gary J Byron (49329383)
1904, Friday December 9, The Almonte Gazette page 4 DEATHS At Rosetta, Nov 26, Alice Knapton, wife of Mr Wm Aitken, aged 50 years.
1904, Friday December 9, The Almonte Gazette front page Mrs Wm Aitken It is not always that the death of a quiet unassuming mother calls forth such widespread sorrow as did that of Mrs Wm Aitken, of Rosetta, who succumbed on Nov 25th. Her illness extending over a period of five months, was borne without a murmur. Mrs Aitken, who was fifty years of age, came with her parents from Newfoundland, when quite young and settled on part of the farm on which she died. She and Mr Aitken lived together for twenty-five years, and to them nine children were born, two dying in infancy. The funeral was an unusually large one, friends coming from Almonte, Clayton, Lanark and vicinity to show their last token of respect to one who was much loved. To the husband and family in their trying time and trust that the Great Comforter may soften their loss which is so hard to bear. Contributor: Gary J Byron (49329383)
There are 25 deer carcasses at the Almonte Cold Storage now and as far as can be learned, Pete Syme is top man with a buck that weighed 185 lbs. Alf James is the runner-up with a buck weighing 181 lbs. Pete shot his at Long Lake and Alf was hunting above Calabogie. All in all, local hunters seem to have been successful. Harry Sadler shot six which just about looked after his party. It is too early yet to learn the inside story of what went on in all these hunting camps. Maybe someone could match the story of the hunter near Minden, Haliburton, who nosed his car into the bushes along a little-used road and threw an old fur robe over his radiator. After a wide circle in the bush, he saw a black, furry animal. Six shots later he approached the pelt hanging over his radiator, with anti-freeze spraying wildly through the six holes.
Memories..The largely attended funeral service for the late Lester Boyd Jamieson who passed away on Friday, February 14th, 1975, was held on Sunday afternoon, February 16, at Almonte United Church. Mr. Jamieson suffered a heart seizure and passed away a short time later. Funeral services were conducted by Rev. Robert McCrea of Almonte United and Rev. Ray Anderson, a former minister of the Almonte Church. Interment was at the Auld Kirk Cemetery. The well-filled church was a fitting tribute to one who had served his church as an elder for some 50 years and as clerk of the session for 35 years. Mr. Jamieson was born in North Dakota on October 23, 1890, and came to Canada as an infant. He was a son of the late Robert Jamieson and his wife, Sarah Dworkin. He received his early education at the school at Hopetown and later learned the art of cheesemaking at Kingston dairy school. He was married at Watson’s Corners in 1912 to the former Mary Euphemia McDougall, and for the next 13 years resided in such places as Perth, Prospect, Malakoff and Clayton, following his trade as a cheesemaker. The following 28 years were spent farming on the farm outside of Almonte where his son Boyd now resides. After moving into Almonte, Mr. Jamieson was for three years in the Registry Office, followed by some time in the Almonte Cold Storage plant. In later years, he worked at refurbishing old furniture at the Pinecraft shop. Besides his wife, Mr. Jamieson is survived by a son, Boyd, of Almonte; two daughters, Mrs. Eileen Russell of Kingston, and Mrs. Beryl Riddell, Cardinal; a brother, William, at Hopetown, and two sisters, Mrs. Clara Miller of Timmins and Mrs. Percy Currie of Radisson, Sask. He was predeceased by a son, Lionel. Pallbearers at the funeral were Ross Craig, Larry Command, Weldon Kropp, Wilbert Monette, and nephews Melville Dowdall and Mac Dowdall.
Advertising is the greatest sales force that ever has been discovered. Of course it must be admitted that advertising will not sell an article that isn’t in demand, is of poor quality or priced too high. But let those three requirements be met satisfactorily and advertising will produce the buyers in numbers that are sometimes embarrassing. Take for example an experience we had at The Almonte Gazette office recently.
A farmer living a few miles out of town brought in a Marian 25-20 rifle and advertised it for sale in the columns of the newspaper. Rifles are hard to get, the season was right, deer hunting days being at hand and foxily enough he threw in an offer of 7Q cartridges as an extra incentive. Because he lived in the country and it would be difficult for prospective purchasers to see the rifle at his home, the owner of the weapon asked us if we would keep it in the office and show it to such interested parties as they turned up.
In a moment of weakness we agreed to this arrangement and then hell broke loose on wheels. No sooner was the paper published than the parade started on foot, over the telephone, and through the mails. We were called out of bed late at night by the shrill summons of the telephone bell to answer a voice demanding to know how much we wanted for “that there” rifle. Phone calls came from Calabogie, Carp, Balderson, Lanark and many intermediate points. We even received a telegram from Sharbot Lake and several air mail letters from eager sportsmen who felt that the rifle might spread its wings and sail away before they could get their offers on the record.
But, it was the boys who walked into the office asking to see the gun who really got us down. Knowing nothing about a rifle we had to produce this weapon for inspection and tell each prospect to look it over and judge for himself as it wasn’t our property and we were incapable of hazarding an opinion on its condition. It was a revelation to watch and listen to these great hunters as they put the gun through its paces. We thanked a kind person over and over again that the owner had left no shells around or the demonstrations would have taken on a truly terrifying complexion. It was bad enough anyway.
Believe it or not during the week the gun was in the office it was nothing for the editor or his assistants to look up from their work and find themselves gazing into the muzzle of the 25-20. Now even if you know beyond the shadow of a doubt that a gun is not loaded you still get a funny feeling in the pit of your stomach when you find yourself confronted with the business end of a wicked looking black barrel.
What a procession of experts passed through the office during those hectic days and examined the fierce looking weapon! There they were peering down the muzzle to see if the rings were all right; holding the hind end of it up to the light or putting a piece of paper into the magazine to increase their powers of detection. We don’t know yet what the idea of holding the paper to one end of the breach was but we know we tore up several reams of newsprint in our efforts to accommodate our visitors.
“Ah, it doesn’t look too bad,’ one chap would say, gazing down the barrel as if he had a telescope and was searching for a new heavenly body. The rings don’t look very clean they may be leaded,” another prospective customer would opine hoping we would soften the price if he cried down the condition of the firearm. “I have one like it, only it is a Winchester,” said another pal of ours. “With my gun I have often shot two deer with one bullet. Do you suppose I could shoot two deer with this gun if they were standing end to end.”
My accounts of prowess in the woods evoked by the inspection of that gun were truly edifying. We asked on several occasions if it would be all right for us to publish stories describing their deeds in the great hinterland. Without exception they thought, and hastily exacted a promise that we would not mention either their names or their claims. This seemed passing strange to us because it is certainly no disgrace to be able to kill a deer a mile away or knock two over with one shot. We concluded that the huntsmen were very modest -a trait that somehow or other we never before associated with hunters or anglers.
There seemed to be a unanimous —old and young—who inquired about the gun that its owner wanted too much for it. So finally the man called and took his rifle home. We could have sold it a dozen times if we had had the authority to cut the price a little. Since then we have been directing traffic out to the farm occupied by the owner of the rifle. For all we know he may have sold it to some chap who is killing deer a mile away or knocking them over two or three at a time.
Any man who says advertising doesn’t pay is all wrong. This incident proves it although we will admit that an advertisement for a man to do a little hard work at moderate wages or for a furnished house to rent is not apt to produce the stampede that would be created by a printed intimation that you had a rifle and shells for sale just prior to deer hunting season or that you were prepared to give away a bottle of gin or a case of beer on Rooney’s corner at high noon.
Not withstanding the greater amount of shopping which is conducted at this period of the year, delivery restrictions remain in effect. it is pointed out by the regional office of the Wartime Prices and Trade Board, and no special concessions can or will be granted for their relaxation.
“This Christmas will not be like the old, peaceful holiday of pre-war days,” James Stewart, administrator of Services for the Board, remarked recently. “Labor, gasoline, rubber and vehicles are vitally needed by the armed services and war industries and must be conserved.”
Accordingly, Christmas shoppers are advised to carry as many of their parcels as they can since retailers are permitted to make only one delivery a day. This advice is given, together with a suggestion that the public shop early, to avoid an overtaxing of delivery facilities. “We have been assured,” Mr. Stewart adds, “that only those who leave their Christmas shopping to the last minute will suffer any inconvenience by reason of the delivery restrictions continuing in force.”
Fear having been expressed in some communities that farmers who have been in the habit of slaughtering livestock and selling meat to regular customers either on public markets from door to door will be prevented from doing so under the slaughtering order of the Wartime Foods Administration now points out that there is no intention whatever of interfering with this legitimate meat trade.
Banners who engage in it are of course, required to obtain permits before they carry out slaughtering of livestock for the sale of meat to others, but as long as this trade is conducted in accordance with the regulations of the Board and there is no attempt deliberately to evade those regulations or to violate the ceiling on meat prices, they need have no fear of interference with their accustomed practice.
Farmers who have always been in the habit of selling meat to their customers on markets or elsewhere will be permitted to continue that business. They will be granted permits to carry on this trade as soon as they make application, and these permits will be in effect until such time as officers of the Board have reviewed each case and decided it upon its merits, after which new permits for continued operations will be granted. No permits are, however, needed when the farmer slaughters livestock for consumption in his own household.
The old saying about distant fields looking green certainly applies to deer hunting this year. While more hunters than usual are roaming the wild country around the Black Donald and Matawatchan, and the northern parts of Lanark and Frontenac Counties deer have walked right into town as if they knew all the crack shots were far away.
The other day a deer swam across the river landing just above the fairgrounds. This may have been the same buck that appeared on Tuesday in the Spring Bush, now a part of Gemmill Park. The animal was spied on by the Separate School pupils and as it was nearly time for the junior room to be let out the class was dismissed. Another deer swam the river and landed at John Grace’s farm on highway 29.
Other similar instances are being reported from many points and it is hard to keep track of them all or to verify the stories. W. A, Jamieson, E. C. Gourlay, Jas. McDonald and Louis Peterson are hunting up at White Lake. Reports have reached civilization that Mr. Gourlay got a deer. Another buck or has it that the party bagged a large bear. Whether it is a polar bear, a grizzly bear or a common brown bear has not been learned nor is it clear which one of the Nimrods shot it although some give credit to Mr. Jamieson.
On the other hand Mr. Peterson has long been considered an authority on bears since one night, long ago, when he and a friend hid all night in his car at the Black Donald while a bear sniffed around near them. Robt. Cochran shot a deer right near his home in the woods on R. A. Stewart’s farm. In this party were Wilbert McKay, Jim McKay, Harvey Boal, Russell Cochran and Archie Lockhart. This was on Monday.
Mayor Scott has been hunting in the Burnt Lands with the Meehan boys, Jack Command and Jack Kennedy. The first day Messrs. Command and Kennedy each got a deer. Hunting at White Lake also included Bob Leishman, Andrew and Robt. McPhail, Mel Royce, Oral Arthur and Mike Walsh. This party got two deer—one on Tuesday and another on Wednesday.
Among those from this district who are deer hunting are the following: Wm. and Mac Davis, Eddie Moone, Bob Cochran, E. C. Gourlay, Walter Moore, Carmen Munroe, Ronald Gunn, W. J. Drynan, Harry McGee, Clayton, W illard Smithson, Charles McKay, Clayton, Cyril Pierce, Herb and Elmer Rath, Clayton, James M. Brown, Gervaiss Finner, Eddie Manary, A. J. McGregor, W. A. Jamieson and Bill, Felix Finner, Michael Walsh, Jerry Price, John Gourlay, John H. Munroe, Russell Cochran, W. G. Yuill, Gordon Hanna, Andy McPhail, Wilfred Meehan, Corkery, Harvey Boal, John Command, Allan Carswell, Wilbert McEwen, Desmond Vaughan.Among those from this district who are deer hunting are the following: Wm. and Mac Davis, Eddie Moone, Bob Cochran, E. C. Gourlay, Walter Moore, Carmen Munroe, Ronald Gunn, W. J. Drynan, Harry McGee, Clayton, W illard Smithson, Charles McKay, Clayton, Cyril Pierce, Herb and Elmer Rath, Clayton, James M. Brown, Gervaiss Finner, Eddie Manary, A. J. McGregor, W. A. Jamieson and Bill, Felix Finner, Michael Walsh, Jerry Price, John Gourlay, John H. Munroe, Russell Cochran, W. G. Yuill, Gordon Hanna, Andy McPhail, Wilfred Meehan, Corkery, Harvey Boal, John Command, Allan Carswell, Wilbert McEwen, Desmond Vaughan.
Carleton Place claims great latitude is being shown by Chief Irvine in respect to traffic law enforcement. As proof of this it claims the chief’s records show only three Almonters were summonsed on traffic counts this year. As Almonte’s car driving population is a mere fraction of the total volume passing through Carleton Place, it is interesting to speculate on the total number of convictions obtained in the period under consideration.
If we took the three secured against Almonters and worked it out on a proportionate basis the result would be stupendous and would well justify Councillor Carson’s claim that it wouldn’t take the chief long to pay for a car through the fines he secured. In view of all this it is interesting to read the following from The Perth Courier:
“Complaints have been made by some motorists of the United States that speed traps exist in some places in Canada, particularly in Ontario. As far as Perth is concerned no such “traps” are used, and so far not one United States motorist has been up against a charge of speeding here;, and for that matter not one Canadian motorist up until this week”.
These speed traps are in direct contradiction to what Colonel Price, the Provincial Attorney-General, says about them, He says:
‘Because man is a tourist is no reason to why he should be allowed to travel at a dangerous speed, but municipalities should not seek to increase their revenues by increasing the amount of fines. There is some ground for complaint, but not with the Provincial police. Tourists should be treated the same as our own people. Our instructions to provincial officers are to enforce the laws, but not -by means of speed traps.’
The above just about proves all The Gazette sought to prove because regardless of Chief Irvine’s records Carleton Place has a hard name when it comes to preying on the motorist.
It would seem that Almonters are not the only motorists who exceed the speed limit in the various towns and cities of our fair Dominion. I t grieves us to inform the public that a Carleton Place man appeared in the local police court, Tuesday, and paid $10 fine and $2 costs for driving too fast on Bridge Street in Almonte. The man in question brought a Carleton Place lawyer with him and fought the charge but was ordered by the magistrate to pay the above mentioned contribution into the public coffers.
I’m old enough to remember when Chief Irvine patrolled Carleton Place in his personal vehicle, a gray Chevrolet, four door, ca 1946, the car, I mean. This was before the council purchased police cars, in the late ’40’s or ’50’s,,,
February 1946 Almonte Gazette— H. E. Cornell, Army provost officer in Carleton Place daring the war, was engaged by town council on Monday evening to work with Chief C. R. Irvine. Tenders were called and 11 applications were received. Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum-Constable Ray McIssac, and Police Chief Herb Cornell. They are proudly standing in front of a newly acquired Ford police cruiser on Mill Street in 1960.
The influenza epidemic has left tragedy at the home of the Tims family on the 11th line of Pakenham. The father, mother and eldest son have died of Tuberculosis and the three remaining children are all ill. Michael Tims, head of the household died on Monday of last week.
He was ill for only a few days with the flu and then he was impacted by a cold which developed pneumonia, causing his sudden demise. He was a native of Ramsay, but for over twenty years had been a well-known resident of Pakenham. When he moved to Pakenham he married Miss Mary Farrell, daughter of the late Thomas Farrell
The funeral took place on Wednesday and another sad feature was that Michael Tims, his aged father who lives in Ramsay, was unable through illness to ‘be present. Indeed none could attend owing to illness. When Mr. Tims died his wife and children were also seriously ill. Their eldest son Thomas, a lad of seventeen, had pneumonia. He died on Thursday, and the funeral took place on Saturday.
On Sunday morning Mrs.Tims passed away, pneumonia also being the cause. She was 53 years of age. The pallbearers at the funeral were:
Messrs. P. B. Farrell P. J. Farrell, Thomas and Dan Herrick, W . Doyle and A. Nugent.
Three children remain: Monica, Basil and Willie. One of then is in the hospital and the other two are being cared for by Rev. Father O’Toole of Pakenham. The whole community was shocked when the news came of the death of the three members of this family, and the very deepest sympathy goes out to the sorrowing ones who are left.