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The Huron Expositor, 1971-09-16, Page 2Jurou fxpositar Since 1860. Serving the Community First Published at SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, every Thursday morning by McLEAN BROS., Publishers Ltd. ANDREW Y. McLEAN, Editor Member Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association PnCarlo Weekly pIewspaper Association and Audit Bureau of Circulation Newspapers Subscription Rates: Canada (in advance) $6.00 a Year Outside 'Canada (in advance) $8.00 a Year SINGLE COPIES — 15 CENTS EACH Second Class Mail Registration Number 0696 Telephone 527-0240 SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, SEPTEMBER 16, 1971 To the Editor The Cost of Education (Photo by John McCarrol) • The Learning Process A Research Centre "tteRAMMEMMARMENHMM.=MIUMWANIM4XIXUtIMP.MitIMMANIOSIMr Sugar and Spice by Bill Smiley +;`"1::::=INAMMign§:Mg*MN. In 'the Years .gone 0 asOffelMail:MAMMIANSifinfatiliMMOWegitgleniMMA: From My Window — By Shirley J. Keller,— orlotitme.aw 0. ▪ Do you realize that we are raising an entirely new generation with an en- tirely new, approach to living? Do you really understand what that means to us? It just came to me the other day that my three children have never known war. ' They have not known adversity. They have not lived in a time When man wasn't going to the moon. They have never had to be ill without the, benefit of penicillin or other antibiotics. They'ver never had to wait for anything. Everything is instant this and immediately that. I became .most aware of this fact recently when I was -on a picture-taking outing. with my young son. Every time I snapped the shutter on my camera he would race over to me and ask to see the picture. 'I would tell him the tures were on the film and would not be visible until much later when the film was developed. "When are you going to take the film out of the camera?" my son asked me with those trusting blue eyes peering up at me. "Just as soon as I take the last picture," I told him. With every. snap after that, "my son was at my side. "Is that the last picture?" lig wanted to know time and time again. When I finally, did take the last pic- ture, my son waited with eyes just pop- , ping to see the film taken from the camera. When I lifted it out he was disappointed. "Where's my picture?" he , asked, almost unable to believe that my camera had not accomplished the miracle he expected. "It's inside• this film," • I told him again. "Now I have to send the film .away to be developed - to have the pic- tures made." My youngest son shrugged his shoul- ders in • a I-guess-that's-that attitude. I'm certain he doesn't really believe he will ever see those pictures,because he's been raised in a polaroid era when pic- tures are instant. There's absolutely rlo waiting involved. I've rioted the same sort of thing when F go out on camera assignments for the newspaper. When you're working with children, they will stand with silly grins on their faces until the picture is snapped and then they will rush toward you like a herd of elephants to watch the picture emerge from the camera. Then when you don't produce it they look at you with an eleMent of doubt, as though you're really not much of a photographer at all. The same sort of thing happens with food. Take that wonderful popcorn you can buy which Dimply needs totbe placed over- 'an eleinefit and heated. Like magic a huge bubble forms in the toil Covering and in literally seconds you have all the perfectly white and Uniformly popped corn you can eat in an evening. Just trz to substitute that popcorn with the regular stuff packaged in bulk at the grocery store. The kids Wonder what old- fashioned gimmick you're pulling this time ' and deplore the problem they will have to get out the heavy iron pot, add the messy oil, shake the kettle and wait and wait for popcorn which may not be all that great after all that. Can you just imagine their horror if you'd present them with popcorn the way we used to get it - on thet,cotraid needing to be removed beford'any popping action would begin? My daughter who is in her early teens decided she wanted to lighten her hair just a bit. The summer sun, had bleached it out and she wanted to keep it that way for the winter months. I advised her to use lemon juice, That's a tinie-honored, safe arid depend- able bleaching agent I told her. It was Just , the thing for a young lady who dOesn't have the money to go to the hairdresser to have her . hair stripped and toned. "How tont will it take," She asked, ready 'to buy two 'dozen lemons if need be. . When she learned it would probably • take several applications to have =eh affect, she scrapped the idea.. She'd rather have dark tresses' than. wait. for' result's. A sign of the times? • 41••••0••••••••..•041.•••••••04.1..-....0••••••40.-4,../..10./•••••••P ••••• 4•••••••••••••••*.e. When I returned from a trip to Ireland and a short visit to England, I found I had five Expositors to look over. I want to congratulate you, or whoever wrote the Editorial "The Costs of Educat- ion" as it goes to the heart of this difficult -subject and was well said. In the news of 1896 I noticed the passing of Mr. Waugh. As I remember it there were five men standing in the north upstairs door of the Flax Min when the dightning struck. Mr. Waugh, but no one else, was hurt and it was the first time I ever heard the remark "His number came up." In another article it spoke of Father P. Corcoran, when he first came to be Pastor of St. James. I was an Altar Boy, for a short while, with Cluie Horan and we became well acquainted. He was interested in, my schooling and I guided him around town to see and call on Catholic famil i es._ „..Re_wae a ..sinaare dedicated person. I am writing this to let you know your Editorials are read, and the new,sitems bring back memories. Enclosed find check for eight dollars to extend my subscription. Con. Spain 280 46th Avenue St. Petersburg Beach, Fla.33706. (Mr. Spain, a native of Egmondville, visited friends in Seaforth earlier this summer) Sir: I write a iew lines and hope this will be in your valued paper before too long. I was reading in your paper of the old timesavhen in 1896 John Waugh was struck with lightening and killed. I well remeniber the time and place. It occurred, at the office near the present location of Wright's Transport. Mr. Waugh had come to Seaforth a short while before he had a farm near Mitchell and sold it to Mr. LeVy. He was a school teacher as well and used to keep the books for the Flaxmill. He was married 'twice and had a family of eleven who were very clever at school. One becarne,sur- veyor general at Ottawa. I remember the event quite well as I was nine years old at that time: When I was in Seaforth not long ago, I saw a scaffold at the United Church where two men were pointing up the brickwork. In 1915 Mr. R. Frost and the writer pointed the' flashing and the fire wall with ,ladders from the roof, I believe the 'total bill was •$25. On ------atkith-ei6Fellion Mr. Joseph Keating and the writer shingled the tower onSt.James Catholic Church. Mr. Keating did not like to do the few rows at the bottom and I was told to do this. All we had, was a shingling creepy. If this had slipped, I would have dropped nearly 100 feet to the ground. We also put a new cross on the tower and painted it. There were no ropes or scaffold. Again the work was done for $30. Wages were $2.50 per day then - it was in 1913. I read in your last paper a discussion on the old Van Egmond house in Egmond- vile. I do not think this would be a good investment unless Tuckersmith has apart in it. The building• is too old and would only be a liability. It would be better to help some industries. I remember seeing 'most of the sons of Col. Van Egmond. Their names were Constance who lived in the Old Homestead. This building is about 150 • years old. Leopold lived where the golf links is now, and-Williant-in-Egrao-ntiviTle.-Alieu-st and his sons ran the Woolen mill. Their . names were August, William, Leopold and Charles. Edward lived near Clinton. Walter Murray, 567 Hill Street, Corunna, Ontario. Sir: This letter comes to you from the pupils 'of Grade V and VI of St. Columban School. We have been discussing the advantages and disadvantages of our new bus routes, because many people are confused. The people who are confused most are bus drivers, teachers, pupils, parents and School Board members. There are many advantages to this new schedule. Today we found out that some people get home faster. Our parents' money saved, because titre busses don't have to drive as many miles. We meet more people, because different people are picked up. We have noticed that there is not as much crowding this year. On the other hand there are some disadvantages. One of the problems is that . some children have to wait longer for their bus at dismissal time, and get home later than usual. Some people have to get up earlier in the morning, because the bus arrives earlier. Teachers in this area...have to supervise the children earlier in the morning and later in the afternoon. we know that everyone concerned is, trying his hardest to make this system a success, and want to say "Thank you." --pupils of .St. GoTurfiban School Don't worry. Not me. I hope to live for at least .two, or even three years more. But I sometimes wonder what I would dg if I were told that I had exactly one year to live. And I'd like you to think about what you would do. , This is not , a new theme, but it's always an interesting one when it comes up in fiction or philosophy or just a plain gab-fest. Let's suppose. Suppose you have been ,to the doctor and have learned that You have a fatal illness (makeup your own) and will die in approximately one year. You won't be sick or in pain until the last hour and you'll go out quickly. How would you spend that year? What you would do `would certainly reveal very clearly what sort of person you really are behind that facade that most of us wear daily. ' There would be the initial shock, of course. Humans_ nave some- weird- idea that they are immortal, until they finally are stricken by some,deadly illness. But after the shock wore off? Then We'd see a separation of the men from the boys, the sheep from the goats. Some people would become constant , whiners. "Why does God have to do this to me? I've contributed to charity." And so on. Some of these would become so bitter they would turn against God, their friends and relatives. A pretty sour way to go. Some would be so depressed they would crack up mentally and become vegetables. Others would adopt a fatalistic epicurean- ism (if there's such a thing). Their attitude Would be, "If I'm gonna go, I'm gonna enjoy it." They would escape into alcohol, drugs, sex; not necessarily in that order. Some people would become instant Christians or whatever. They would be filled *with a terrible fear of the after- life, and would spend their twelve months on their knees, in church, and desperately doing "good works" in an effort to make up for all the bad works they had done in the rest of their lives. Now, not one of us, gentle reader, would fall into any of those classifications. Ques- tion is, where would,we fall? First decision I would make would 'be not to waste one second of that year. If every second in the year were used fully, the" one year could be_more_rewarding_ -flan all the previous ones put together. Next, I would make a superb effort to love my neighbour as myself. This is a tough one. In the first place, it's extremely difficult to love oneself. Most, of us seem to, but many of us secretly despise ourselves. In the second place, some of us have appalling neighbours (we don't). But I'd have a. good whack at it, not as a "hedge" to make sure of getting through those pearly gates,. but because I believe in it. Good old love. My first 'action would be to divest myself of all material possessions, except a toothbrush and a few clothes. Would even get rid of my razor. The proceeds? I wouldn't give thein to the poor. The hell with them. They can go on welfare, and it would be only a drop in the bucket anyway. And I wouldn't leave them to my family, either. They could go to Work for a change. I'd quit my job, take the whole $500 of my estate in one-dollar.bills, and 'burn them, one at a time, to the screams of anguish from on-lobkers. That would be cutting the umbilical cord of the System and I'd be free for the first time in many years. Then don the knapsack, pick up the begging bowl (a wooden salad bowl) and take off. I'd see every inch of Canada I could see. And I would savour every sight, sound, taste, touch and smell (even , whiskey-breath- and onions)_ Peeuisl come_ , in contact with in this most wonderful of worlds. Might die in a ditch, but what's the difference? • How about you? Put down carefully and briefly what you think you would do with a year to live. Send it to your local editor. I'd like to reprint some of your ideas. - Hey, I might even get a divorce, re- anarry,kand make some other woman's life miserable for a year. Just an after- thought. • SEPTEMBER 18, 1896 James Murray, the obliging baggage master at the Grand Trunk Railway station had a narrow escape when a couple-of cars which had been cut off the regular train were being run into the siding. He went in between -them to couple them, when the draw bars• run up past each other, allowing the cars to cdme closely together.. He was Injured in the chest and back. ' The Winthrop Cheese Company have sold their July and August cheese for 8 5/8 cents which is considered a good price for July. Thos. E. Hays, returned from his trip to the Old . Country, where he had beet with his Cattle. He got his cattle over alright, struck a good market and made a good sale. The nine o'clock train west on Monday night had three passenger coaches, all of which -were filled with -returning ex- cursionists from Toronto. Alex Stobie has had a ,neat store erected for use in his egg business in the rear of B. B. Gunn's store here. ' While 0. C. Wilson of town was working around one of his horses, the animal kicked and struck him in the side, break- ing a rib. Janies Dorrance, the noted pig breeder of McKillop Township has been making -.another important purchase. He pur- chased a fine two-year old Berkshire sow which took second prize at the Toronto Exhibition this year. Over 300 tickets were sold from Hensall, for the Exhibition at London. The granolithic sidewalk laid down on , Main Street is now in use, and is cer- tainly a decided improVethent on the old plank Walk. SEPTEMBER'23, 1921 A There are some good crops Of wheat and Snell Bros of Constance had ,a little extra,' Their yield was 375 bushels from ;Wen "adreS. A Wedding of unuaual interest took p4ce at St. Columbati Church where Miss Mary Margaret Carlin, was united in marriage to Wm, J. Cleary of Seaforth. Rev. Fr. Goetz and Rev. Fr. White per- formed the ceremony. • Margaret, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Smith of Egmondville had the misfatune to, fall at her home and frac- ture her collarbone. Ivan Hill of Staffa, leaves to resume his course at the Guelph Agricultural College. At the millinery openings held here, the stores of Ste-wart Bros. and J. Mac- Tavish were both at their best. Black hats are the favorite color with brown a close second. Jack Scott has returned from Regina this week. He was seriously ill in the hospital in that city but is now recovering. Rev. A. R. E. Garrett of Hensall, was surprised when from 50 to 60 of his church members called to express regret at their departure and presented flowers and tokens of gratitude for their splendid work in the parish. G. F. Case and John Ryley presented them with an $80.00 cheque. SEPTEMBER 20, 1946. • Miss Jessie Grainger, superintendent of Clinton Public Hospital, since 1919, was honcired when about 40 ladles gathered in the Legion Hall, Clinton. She was presented with a silver tea service. The choir of First Presbyterian Church held their regular choir practice after which a corn roast was enjoyed. There were 25 present. Following the meal, D. L. Reid spoke a few well prepared words arid told of the assistance to the choir by Harriet Russel and Donald Merin, two members, while Mrs. Wright pre- sented them with suitable gifts. Mrs. Alfred Clark, of HenSall, suf- fered painful burns. She was burning some rubbish on a bonfire when she poured some naptha gas by mistake for coal oil causing painful burns and shock. Keith McLean, an employee Of Fink's Tin Shop, Henan, while working with a pipe wrench at the Seaforth Clinic, let tile wrench slip, causing him to be thrown against a wall • I