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Show Still a Home-T owner Up on the Nova Scotia coast is a quiet little town that rejoices in the name of Pugwash. From Pugwash, some years ago, a young man named Cyrus Eaton came to the United States to seek his fortune. He found it, in the steel business, and is now a multi-million-liire, with his home in Ohio. Not long ago Eaton went back to Pugwash for a visit. He found the old town just about as it was when he was a boy , which means somewhat down at the heels. So he meditated, conferred with some of the town's leading citizens, and then wrote out a rather large check. Now Pugwash is going to have a number of improvements. improve-ments. Main street will be paved and straightened. A little park will be established. A modern hotel will be built. Pugwash Pug-wash is going to be made over into an up-to-date community of the sort that will attract tourists. And Eaton is going to foot the bill. This sort of thing isn't exactly uncommon among rich men. Who would not like to be able to go back to the old home town and take a few kinks out of it? No matter how far a man moves from the scenes of his boyhood, there always al-ways remains a tie that he cannot sever; a tie, not so much of affection as of relationship, woven into a man's being by old associations and bygone experiences No one ever quite outgrows his boyhood. If he was born nnd grew up in a rugged country of hills, rocky soil and barren bar-ren farmlands, he will have traces of those things in his soul to the end of his days. The man from Texas can never1 be quite like the man from Vermont. Th& Dakotas and the Carolinas will always breed different types. : It's hardly to be wondered at, then, that a man who goes ' far afield and gains a fortune should want to return and "do something" for the home town. He may be moved to pave the main street, give the high school :a gymnasium, erect a memorial statue in the public square or build an arty little theater; it doesn't really matter. ... What he actually is doing is testifying that the scenes of his boyhood still grip him. He is proving, once again, the old truth that no man ever gets very far away fom home, after all. : |