The Huron Expositor, 1975-05-22, Page 2They're worth what we pay
It was rather fitting that after
months of negotiation, Seaforth's
contract with Its policemen was finally
settled last , week which was police
Week in Ontario.
Some people will argue that small
town policemen are pricing
themselves right out of jobs. That
they want the same pay rates as big
city cops but like the friendliness and
relative lack of danger that's involved
in small town police work. A wage
increase that averages out to 24%. for
Seaforth's three policemen is, we
agree, a healthy boost.
But what are we getting 'for the
money we pay -our policemen? We
think quite a bit. ,
Relations between the police and
the people of Seaforth are better than
they have ever been. Vandalism and
serious fracasses with hoodlums
have been kept to a minimum here.
"You alv,A.Ys hear about problems „
between the police and the kids la
Goderich and Clinton, but not in
Seaforth", is a comment we got from
a Huron county resident, last week.
Granted our policemen • got a big
increase in their 1975 contract. But
salaries here are still substantially
below the Wages policemen get in the
other four towns in the county.
If policing costs in small towns like
Seaforth climb outrageously we will
have to look at alternatives. A courrty
wide police force has beensuggested.
But in 'every, part of Ontario where
regional ponce forces have taken over"
from separate small town police, costs
have skyrocketed out of sight.
Having the OPP take over small
townt'police -work on a county wide
scale is another suggestion
considered by last year's provincial
task force on policing. Costs of
municipal policing by the PPP may be
somewhat lower than . what towns
have to pay now but a changeover
might involve a reduction in service.
It would of course mean the loss of
most of the local control over our
police force.
If rising costs force small town
governments to look for alternatives
to having their own police' forces, we
hope Seaforth at least will give the
matter- long • and • careful
consideration.
But right now we find it hard to see
how we could be better served for the
money it costs us than by our own
Seaforth force.
Police brutality and bigotry and
distrust-of the police by \citizens is a
problem in some Canadian cities-
and it may be in some small towns
too. But in Seaforth where the police
are on joking terms with most of the
teenagers, where they work h and
helping to organize Centennial
celebrations and sponsoring a bike
rodeo for the small fry, relationships
between the police and the people are
really good.
Let's keep it that way. Let's
consider what a good job our local
force does before we gripe about their
y;iage,sittlernent.".. „ • . .
• In ' Seaforth' 1.- police ." • protect
people . That was the slogan of police
week and in Seaforth, they really do.
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
This week I had the chore of sorting
through a huge pile of applications for a. job
on our high school staff tragching English.
One job and about 80 applications. That's
the way things are these days in the
teaching game.
It's a cruel world for young people trying
to break into the profession. Armed with
their pieces of paper on which it says. right
there =in print that they are now qualified
teachers, they sally forth to put into
practice their high ideals, their warm .
personalities, their love for young people,
and the results of four. or five years of
university slugging.
And what do they find? A vast
indifferencp. Nobody ,wants them.
Principals want people with experience.
But how do you get experience if you can't
get a job? It's an old story in the world of
free enterprise, but it's still a sad one for
those caught in the vicious circle.
It's exactly like another facet of the
system of which we are so proud: banking.
If you're broke and need money, a bank
won't loan it to you. If you're rich and don't
need money, you have to beat off the
bankers with a stick.
I couldn't help thinking, as I sat toying
With people's lives, of the vast change that
has taken place since I began teaching,
about 15 years ago.
Those were the days when the great
post-war baby boom was hitting the high
schools.
Principals were raiding industry for
technical teachers, business for
commercial teachers. .
If y ou had a university, degree, it was as
much as your life was worth to walk past a
school. A lasso would snake out, you'd find
yourself getting a hot sales pitch in a
principal's office, and neat thing you knew
were standing in front of 35 kids with y our
mouth hanging open.
Anyone who was not obviously drunk or
• noticeably retarded had a pretty fair
chance of winding up in teaching.
One daily newspaper ran pages and
pages of teacher-wanted advertisements
each spring, and school boards spent
hundreds of thousands of dollars on
advertising. a,
I remember one spring when I could
have taken my pi& of 28 jobs as an English
department head, by picking up the phone.
Those were fat times for the young
graduating teachers, too. Armed with
nothing more than a puny WA., they could
'pretty well pick and chooie where they
wanted to work and live.
Each spring there was an event which
eattie to be known rather cynically as "the
atilt itidatt.." •
School boards from all over the prciVince
would take over a big hotel in the city.
Petential teachers would flock in by the
thousands. It was a seller's market.
The student teacher walked the halls,
checked the signs on doors. If he deigned
to knock, he was snatched through the door
by a principal, had coffee or something
stronger forced on him, generally given the
glad hand and usually assured a job, even
if "he" happened to be a bald female with
green teeth.
Of course, the pay wasn't much then,
about $4,000 to start, but that was worth
more than twice as much as it is now.
When I was hired, I wrote a letter
applying for the only English teaching job
left in the province. The principal was on
the phone the minute he got my letter. He
couldn't believe that I had an honor degree
in English. Apparently I was the only
person left in Canada with such a degree
who wasn't teaching.
Just two years later,I had a department
headship forced on me, I didn't particularly
want it. Ryerson Institute wanted me to go
there and teach journalism. The president
of Waterloo University wanted me to go
there and handle public relations and teach
some English.
If I were fired tomorrow, with my honors
degree and 15 years experience, f'd be
lucky to get a job in Nooknik, teaching
English As A Second Languaga to Eskimo
kids.
I checked with five of my colleagues in
the English department, who entered
teaching during those halcyon years. Three
of the five were hired by phone, sight
unseen. •
Now, we sort through a vast sheaf of
applications: Here's a guy with a B.A.,
M.A., and Ph.D. inEnglish. Discard him.
Overeducated, no experience. Here's one
with an honor degree, excellent recommen-
dations just out of teacher's college.
Discard her. No experience.
And when we narrow it down to six or
eight, they have to show up for a gruelling
interview(gruelling for me too) and 'many
have driven 300 miles for it, and , drive
home with nothing to show for it but a
hearty "Thank you for coming." '
The whole thing makes me sick. There's
a great waste of talented young teachers,
many of whom, in disgust, go into some
other way of making a living.
There's a whole slew of old teachers still
in harness, who are, hanging on because
archaic regulations make them hang ork,
until they are too old and sick and stupid
and tired to be of any use to anyone,
merely to draw their pensions.
Surely in a country with our resources,
and in an age when the computer can make
accurate projections, we can do better than
use this outmoded ,system of supply and
demand, which may be all right for the
cattle market, but all wrong for human
beings.
Amen
by Karl Schuessler
home the report card.
At the end of my seminars I pass out sheets
of papers. Not just one, mind you. But three
whole pages of questions. Questions that
a probe my teaching. That makes 'sure I meet
the students' needs. That I covered the
subject matter. It's, itaIl ert -"Course
Evalu ation". But call it by any name, it's still
my report , card.
And every time I come home, my wife and
girls „stand at the door and ask, "Let's see
your report card Daddy." And let me assure
you, that's harder on me than "Let's see your
marks,. sqn."
Oh, there .are a few things in my favour. I
don't have to stand up to those strict letter
grades. The A's, the B's, C's and D's, My
report card is couched in gentler language.
The students have boxes to check: adequate, '
fair, inadequate. Or they tick offs
"completely", "to a limited extent", "to a
great extent", "Not at all". '
But I'm no dummy. I see letter grades
behind it all. I can feel number scores between
those check marks. And to cinch the matter,
another question comes right to the point:
How do you rate your teacher? Excellent ?.
Good? Fair? Poor? And that's not all. I've got
five categories to pass. Do I know my mat
erial? Do I make use of questions in class? Do
ler I
it
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I've been doing a fair amount of teaching.
And school isn't what it used to be. In my day
the kids brought home the report can's. And I
had to stammer around and explain to my
,. parents those grades of mine -- grades which I
must admit hardly ever made rolls of honour.
But'ttrat's all' changed ' *lean ah?et
those rePoit ca ifs,fiJtfliae'gahaii 'and' L bring
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liaieeentrof o die-claa0 Can I motivate the
class to learn? Do I follow the course outline?
Then comes the final crunch. The final
stretch of the rackal'm measured and laid out
on 'a scale of 0 to 8, from zero's "not
satisfactory" to eight's "very satisfactory".
That's my last testing ground. A number
one is no fun. Three is a bore. With four I need
more. At five I'm barely alive. And of course,
seven is heaven. But to be 'number eight is
simply great.
I don't mind those number games, But what
I really like is the one word description the
students have to come up with to describe my
course.
I sort of soar when I see "enlightening",
"stimulating", great! I !" and
"enthusiastic". I glide on such mediocres as
"good", "worthwhile" 4and "satisfying".
And I take my plunges now and then. "A
waste of time" and "uninformative". I really
bombed out when some one wrote "Ugh".
But as I used to tell my parents. And as I
used to my friends. And as I now must tell my
wife. And my kids. And my students. And
Humber College: And management. And the
personnel department.
"No one's perfect".
And that three page report card of mine is
going to make sure of that.
To the editor
Non-nibblers plan
walk egaiNthon
The Non-Nibblers Club of Seaforth are
planning a walk-a-thon on Monday, May
26th at 6:30 p.m. in place of their regular
meeting. We are hoping that all members ,
ex-members and graduates will turn out to
make this a real 'good show, Last year we '
walked for Bunny Bundle, and on other
occasions the money has been donated to
cancer, the March of Dimes, etc. etc. This
year -the money will go to the Heart
Foundation, and we hope all our friends
will be, big-hearted in their sponsoring of
ou walkers.
For anyone who doesn't know about the
Seaforth Non-Nibblers, perhaps I should
explain. It is a purely local grOup of women'
(and teetraged girls) who meet at the
Seaforth High School every Monday
It costs $1:00 to join, and 2.5 cents per
week. It is necessary to get your doctor's
consent, and to be at least 16 lbs.
overweight. We are not affiliated with any
other organisation and are a non-profit
group, We aim to help each other to lose
• weight, and to maintain our new image by
sensible eating, thus making for a healthier
happier life for ourselves and hopefully for
our 'families.
Anyone who would be interested in
joining' can contact me at Box 233,
Seaforth. At present we are a ladies only
group, but if any mecwere interested, Fin
sure Dr. Rodger Whitman would start a-
club for them too. Let's all try to 'Be Alive
in '75', and not just e of the 'undead'
watching life pdss u by.
Yours sincerely,
Grace Hussey,
President
Seaforth Non Nibblers!,
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AY 21st, 1875
Yng, miltewwithhean 1111143 A. Nopper, of 'the S agfowrtihth Faotuunrdnri
accident. He was weal
his hand caught betwee a revolving pulley and a bar of ire%
smfahsehiSngaftwortohaLihmise fiKPilgne,rson 'the farm of Mr, Wilson; has c
recently been much improved . The price will be 16 centsTe.r
bushel the ,kiln.
W,' H. y, Who has disposed of his harnesS •business in
Seaforth'to Messrs. G. E. Henderson & Co. has purchase4a
building site in Wingham large enough for two commodious
stores.
Alexander Murchie of McKillop has shown us an egg which
measured 6 inches one way and 734 the other. This egg was
layed by a common hen.
MAY 11th, 1900
As a token of appreciation of his labours in their midst, the'
choir of the Evangelical Church, Dashwood, presented their
pastor, Rev. Mr. Sauer, with a purse of money. He goes to fhb
Northwest to take charge of a mission field.
While Mr. and Mrs.G, Wren of Chiselhurstyvere driving to
Hensall, the' horse suddenly became frightened. The
occupants were thrown from the buggy and Mrs: Wren is
suffering from a broken wrist. '
Messrs.'W, Kyld"and J. Dietz who have had a big contract
coofn oloadting logs at the station , Kippen, have completed their
.
Medsrs. Wm. Gr ahem, James akikenhead and Malcolm
McEwan, Brucefield, left with a larage shipment of cattle for
the old country market.. 1 Mitchell, the sister town, intends laying down this year
'cement sidewalks to the value of $8,500. Clinton is 'also
moving in the same direction.
Archibald Wright of town has removed to Shelbourne
where he intends-to join his sod in the electric light business.
Archibald McKay of McKillop sold a fine driving horse to a
buyer in Seaforth.
Mr. and Mrs'. Nelson Hays of Chicago are visiting here at
present. He has been quite ill but is recovered and will
resume his work in Chicago.
The concert in Cardno's Hall on Wednesday under' the
auspices, of the.3.3rd Battalion for the benefit of the volunteers
was well attended and was first class in every respect.
J. B. Foster of Zurich had over 30,000 fresh bricks frozen
this week and had to have them made over again.
A larger acreage of flax is being sown at Hensall. This will
mean employment trea large number of hands, and Messrs.
McEwan and Geiger deserve credit for their enterprise in
keeping their mills going from season to season. '
,John Consitt of Hillsgreen is preparing to raise his barn in
the near future.
MAY 22,1925
Forty-seyen picks and shovels can accomplish much in an
afternoon if they are put into action by. the right kind .of ,
enthusiastic 'human effort. Th is was exemplified When
members of the Lions Club assisted by a manly bunch of boys
from the Collegiate Institute dug 'a trench 300 ft. in length
through loan, clay, gravel and"stone.
Jack, the young son of Mr.. and Mrs. R. Taylor,
Chiselhurst, had the misfortune to get his leg caught in the
frame of a roller receiving a severe wound.
John Buchanan of Walton has gone to Seaforth to drive a
Supertest gas truck.
John Rinn of Walton is having his barns improved by being
raised and cement foundation placed under them.
Commencing Tuesday, R.T.McIntosh , who recently
returned from Forest Mill will inaugurate a motor bus service
between Seaforth and London. His DeLuxe bus will
accommodate 16 passengers.
There was a heavy frost on Sunday night but no very
obvious damage was done.
Messrs. Henderson Smith, D.L.Reid and Jos. Dorriy
spent the weekend in the Niagara district. '
The Ladies' Aid Society of First Church entertained the
choir and musical committee at a banquet where some 50
enjoyed a most excellent dinner and program.
Paul Doig of Tuckersmith, had the misfortune to have his
leg broken while playing football.
Thos, Archibald of Winthrop has a gang of men and a
number of teams busy hauling gravel and crushed stone on
norththe road.
The school section of Varna have secured a fine flag pole to
be erected at the school grounds.
John Rathwell of Varna has begun the work of making road
tile for the Township of Stanley.
MAY 12, 1950
Mrs. J. Hillebrecht was presented with a silver dish at the
May meeting of the Women's Institute which was held at the
her home. Miss Clare McGowan was the guest speaker.
' Fire, which originated' in a bonfire at the rear of
F.J.J.Cieary's grocery store might have been serious if it
hadn't been for the prompt action of the fire brigade.
A number of interested tennis players met in the Town Hall
to reorganize the Tennis Cluyb. John C. McKenzie. was
elected president; Mrs. R.S.Box, vice president; secretary,
Mrs.Alice Stiles; Committee, D. Morrison, J. Edler, B.
Duncan, S. Dorrance. .
During the high wind on Saturday a barn was blwon down
on the farm that belonged to the late Wm. Sholdice.
Wilford Shortreed of Walton met with a painful accident
while trying to close one of his barn doors. He was thrown to
the floor, fracturing several ribs. .
C. A. Trott has resigned his position as principal of
_Tuckersmith School areallo. J and has accepted a post as
principal of the new public school at the Clinton Radar
Station.
Following six weeks in Scott Memorial Hospital, death
came to Duncan McKellar, in his 54th year.
Work has commenced on the redecorating of the Town Hall
at Hayfield. D., A. Kay and son of Clinton are doing the work.
Mayor and Mrs. J.E.Keating were in Toronto where Mr.
Keating attended the Druggists Convention.
The home of Mrs.G. B. Dorrance, McKillop was the scene
of a pretty wedding when Mary Moneta Dorrance of
Kennedy, Sask., was united in marriage to Samuel George
McClure, son of Wm. McClure of McKillop. •
Cary B. Joynt, son of T.C.Joynt, Hensall, new studying at
the Clark University, Worcktester, Mass, has had his
fellowship renewed,
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