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Editorials . . •
THE FESTIVE SEASON
Clintonians At
Pot luck Supper
Twenty members of the Clin-
tonian Club gathered on Wed,.
nesday, December 14 at the
home of Mrs. Ronald MacDon-
aid for a pot luck supper and
exchange of Christmas gifts,
Votes of thanks were given
to the officers of 1960, and
welcome extended to the new
ones taking over, Charades
were played, and a reading by
Mrs, R. Fairserviee and Mrs..
Robertson were enjoyed. Mrs.
Louis Forest won the mystery
prize,
speechless, What in heaven's
name was I to do with two
youngsters who couldn't speak
a word of English. By means of
sign language I obtained per-
mission to search in their small
red purses for an address. No
luck. Then I remembered that
there are several French So-
cieties in the big town and
when I finally selected the
telephone number of one, I
prattled my tale of woe to a
sympathetic bilingual ear. The
young lady said, they would
send someone at' once to 'the
station.
While we were waiting, I
'turned the tables on those two
Montrealers and made them re-
peat, again and again, "eyes",
"nose", "mouth", in good old
Canadianese. If I had only
reasoned what they meant by
constantly chattering between
themselves something about
"pendule" over and over again,
my troubles would have been
over before the interpreter ar-
rived. She soon discovered the
children had been instructed to
meet their grandparents at the
clock in the centre of the sta-
tion's main lobby.
I only waited long enough to
see loving arms encircle my self
imposed charges beneath that
famous time piece, then I rush-
ed by and loudly hailed "Taxi",
which can be understood in al-
most 'any language.
THE CLINTON NEWS-RECORD
Amalgamated 1924
Est 1881
Published every Thursday at the
Heart of Huron County
Clinton, Ontario — Population 3,000
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A. L. OOLQUHOUNt Publisher
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WILMA D. DINNIN0 EdItOr
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WITH TH16 POPULATIoN
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ABOUT W E'VE clor
To MoVe FASTER
WISHING YOU AN OLD.FASHIONED CHRISTMAS
establishing. The community mourns the loss
of this young man, and offers sincere syin-
pethe to those near to him,
This man, in his early twenties was an
experienced driver, just as you are, But the
treachery of winter driving and a combina-
tion of circumstance brought his life to an
early end.
Surely, there is no need to write more
words here, urging care upon the highways
during the coming holiday.
annually pick a few for the office of the
News-Record, have brought a copy of the
legend, which we take pleasure in re-printing:
In adoration she knelt at the crib so Jesus
could see the flowers, and when His little
hands touched the flowers, a delicate pink
appeared in the centre of each one,
"And so a 'flower that never bloomed
before came into existence — the Christmas
Rose. To this day the anisbnas Rose blooms
more ,abundantly at Christmas time than at
any other season."
SPECIAL CHRISTMAS QUOTATION
The Legend of the Christmas Rose
IT IS -ctesseemAley to write several
paragraphs just pnior to the Christmas sea-
Pen, urging motorists to have care when
upon the public highways. The hope tie that
someone will read, and will take that extra
bit of care which will mean the difference
of life, instead of death.
Taken from his family and loved ones
just four days age, was e young man of
this ,community, full of zest for life, enthus-
iastic for his future, and the home he was
THE LEGEND of the Christmas Rose
is a fascinating little tale, and is appreciated
by many who probably have never grown
the flower. However, a couple in town who
'When Jesus was born in the little town
of Bethlehem, 'there came wise men from
the East bearing gifts of gold, frankincense
and myrrh.
".A. little shepherdess', watching from a-
far wept because she had no gift to offer
the Christ Child. As her team fell to the
ground flowers sprang up, which the child
gathered and hastened to bring to the Infant.
(A Guest Editorial by the late Ken Mayhew,
Editor, Yorkton (Sask.) Enterprise)
CHRISTMAS EVE approaches. Bells
throughout all Christendom are ringing out
the most joyous proclamation of the gospel
message:
"Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good
tidings of great joy, which shall be to all
people. For unto you is born this day, in
the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ
the Lord." (St. Luke 2: 10-11).
Yes, 1960 years ago, the angels sang,
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth
peace, good will toward men," and those that
followed the star in the east found the Sav-
iour, Christ the Lord, lying in a manger, in
the city of David.
But the first Christmas was a trying,
painful time, despite all the manifestations
of glory. Was not Joseph summoned from
sleep to take unto himself Mary, who gave
virgin birth to Christ Jesus? And were not
Mary and Joseph summoned by decree from
Caesar Augustus to go from Galilee to Beth-
lehem 'to be taxed? and were not all men
of good will summoned by the angels to go
to the manger in Bethlehem to find their
king?
Mary and Joseph lived under a dicta-
torship in which life was cheap. Their income
was more than likely in the lower third of
Praise For Dominiik
DOMINICK ST. ANGELO, a barber of
Teaneck, New Jersey, deserves praise for a
recent innovation. He now gives his custom-
ers a written estimate on a hair-cutting job.
The smaller the area of scalp to be trimmed,
the lower is Dominick's price.
In his own words, as quoted by the New
York Times, "How can I charge a man a
dollar seventy-five to trim a one-inch fringe,
which takes less than five minutes in the
chair? Even when I foal around, I can't
waste more than another minute or two."
Airlines might note Mr. Angelo's honesty.
They allow a 120-pound woman passenger
only the same weight of free luggage as they
allow a 300-pound man. — The Printed Word
Away With Income Tax
(Pincher Creek, Alta. Echo)
EVER SINCE the state has taken over
the welfare work of the Church an endless
battle has been waged over the kindest way
to force people to pay for that welfare.
The poor keep shouting, "soak the rich."
The rich groan that the removal of their
surplus hampers industrial growth.
No matter how you look at it a tax
that does not give the individual a choice
of whether or not he wants to pay it be-
comes a compulsory tithe. Income tax is not
a Christian Freedom welfare feature of col-
lecting government revenue. It is barbaric
and dictatorial.
When are we going to get rid of it for
good? Away with Income Tax!
THE CLINTON NEW ERA
Est. 1865
40 Years Ago.
of4INT024- NEW
Thursday, December 23, 192Q
R. Livermore and family, wile
went to California a month or
so ago, bought a farm at Up-
land and were busy picking
their orange crop,
Members. of .the Grand Jury
took up a collection among
themselves for the Children's
Home, which they visited on.
their tour of inspection, and
handed the amount of $21,50
over be G. M. Elliott.
Remodelling. of the Town Hell
in Bayfield, moved several mon-
ths, ago, neared completion.
Dieing room, kitchen and serv-
ing rooms were furnished in the
basement, in readiness for a
dinner and entertainment be-
fore Christmas.
Miss Jean Murdock was, en-
gaged as organist: and choir
leader in the church in Bruce-
field, following the resignation
of Mies Grainger.
Mr, Jordan, Buffalo, visited
the Clew families in Hullett
Township and spent Tuesday
with Mr. and Mrs. W. Biggart,
in town.
25 Years Ago
CLINTON NEWS-RECORD
Thursday, December 19, 1935
Miss Isobel Holmes, nurse-in-
training in Victoria Hospital,
spent the weekend with her
parents, Mayor and Mrs. W. S.
R. Holmes.
The choir of Turner's Church
held their annual fowl supper
at the home of Mr. and Mrs.
H. Crich, Rev. Mr. Farrill was
master of ceremonies.
Mrs. J. Cudmore, Ho/mesville,
went to Bramptonr to visit her
son Earl. On her return she
was accompanied by Miss Reta,
who will spend the holiday sea-
son at home.
Dr. and Mrs. Struthers of
the west were in town and
amongst others called on Miss
Brigham, Dr. Struthers was
for a time a partner of Dr.
Brigham of Star City, Sask., a
former Clinton Collegiate In-
stitute boy who is doing well in
the west.
W i ls on Berry, Saskatoon,
spent the holidays with his par-
ents, Mr. and Mrs. William
Berry, Brucefield.
Windsor Has 22% of
Students Reach Gr. 13
The board of education at
Windsor has reported that for
every 100 students who enrol-
led in Grade 9 there in 1956,
only 22 reached Grade 13 this
year. The provincial average
shows 26.4 per cent of students
who start high school reach
Grade 13.
Another Christmas is "upon
us". And we're acting as though
it were a fearsome monster, ad-
vancing to engulf us. From all
sides come the annual lamen-
tations and lachrymations of
the spoil-sports. Most of them
are in, or near, middle age.
At every turn, they bewail the
"paganism" and the "com-
mercialization" of , our modern
Christmas, and wonder plaint-
ively "what's happened to the
good old - fashioned Christ-
mas?"
I can tell them. The same
thing has happened to the
good old-fashioned Christmas
that has happened to the good
old horse and buggy and the
good old Saturday night bath
in a tin tub tin the kitchen
and 'the good old two-hour ser-
mon on Sunday morning.
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Most of the people who do
the wailing about our manner
of celebrating the occasion to-
day would have to be tied,
hand and foot, before they
could be dragged back through
the years to their good old-
fashioned Christmas. Because
it wasn't all that good. * * *
What they think they re-
member as "good old-fashioned
Christmas" is a nostalgic dr-
eam they have concocted out
of vague and distorted mem-
ories, stories they have read
and heard, and the tendency of
humans to deplore today and
see yesterday through a rosy
haze,
The trouble is they try to
convince their children that
this phantasy they're discrib-
ing was infinitely superior to
the crass materialistic Christ-
mas of 'today. I know the story
pretty well. Perhaps because I
have told it quite a few times. * *
It goes •something like this.
"Christmas was much happier
occasion when we were child-
ren, You kids, all you can, think
of is what you're going to get,
You don't have any real fun
out of Christmas. The 'tree, for
example. Nowadays we just
buy a tree. Why, when we
were young we'd all go out to
the bush with Dad and cut our
own tree. And when we came
home Mom would have hot
soup and home-made bread for
us, and we'd have a jolly time
decorating •the tree," And so
on,
10 Years Ago
CLINTON NEWS-RECORD
Thursday, December 21, 1950
Taxes for 1950 collected on
December 14, totalled $68,503.-
93. Arrears collected' amounted
to $2,975,44, reparee.d Town
Treasurer M. T. Corletes,
H. E. Hartley, chairman of the
finance committee, explained
the treasurer's report which in-
dicated an estimated deficit of
$1,777 at December $1, 1950.
Keen interest was shown in
the two-way election contests
for mayor and reeve. Candi-
dates were: for mayor, Robert
Y. Hattin and G. Wesley Nott;
for reeve, Dr. George S. Elliott
and Harold E. Hartley.
Mr. and' Mrs. J. W. Counter
returned from their post nup-
tial trip and were getting set-
tled in their new home, Albert
Street North.
Harvey Johnston, Blyth, Reeve
of Morris, was elected president
of the Huron Co-operative
Medical Services at their an-
nual meeting. He succeeded
Russell Bolton, first president
of the group, who had served
for three years. The Co-op re-
ported coverage of over 9,000
members.
Fingland Terms
Softener Fkm
De 1 As "Odds"
Judge Frank Fingland, Clin-
ton, left no doubt about his
opinions in a lawsuit heard in
Kitchener recently.
The action was for payment
of a water softener brought by
the Seaforth Acceptance Com-
pany of Kitchener against John-
son Softeners Ltd., also of
Kitchener.
After hearing Mrs. Jack
Johnson, president of the firm,
testify about bonuses and pay-
meats, the judge told her:
"You can take it to the Court
of Appeal. You can bring all
the books and auditors you
want and I still won't believe
it. It smells to high heaven
. . . It smells, it smells . .
The whole transaction smells,
in my opinion . . . It's odious.
"The $90 is a gimmick. I
don't think you people acted in
good faith throughout. You can
stay here until six o'clock, or
ten o'clock and I still won't
believe it. But you can take it
to4' 'the Court of Appeal."
The judge awarded the Ac-
ceptance Company $574.
(By W. 1B. T. SMILEY)
This little story is typical
of the rest of it, half fact,
half fancy. My father, for one
had more sense than to go fl-
oundering around in the bush,
up to his waist in snow. He
had a much better system. He
simply told me to go and get
a tree. And I cut it and drag-
ged it three miles home and
arrived exhausted and half
frozen. And my mother decor-
ated 'it, as mothers have been
doing since the first Christmas
Parents today say they are
appalled at the sophisticated
greed of their children when
it comes to Christmas presents.
The kids aren't satisfied with
a pair of skates, or a big doll.
They want a portable TV set,
or bongo drums, or a transis-
tor radio. According to the
"good old-fashioned Christmas"
fairy tale, when we were child-
ren we accepted with shining
eyes and little squeals of ap-
preciation anything that we
found under the tree. * * *
Well, I am here to tell you
that this is pure piffle and
poppycock. Greed is relative.
I coveted a pair of real hockey
skates as furiously as my son
covets a tape recorder. And if
my eyes were shining when the
new skates turned out to be
a new suit of long underwear,
it was because there were tears
in them. * *
Another hallucination about
the good old-fashioned Christ-
mas is that gift-giving was
much more simple for parents
in those days. I disagree. One
Christmas I eavesdropped on
my parents as they talked a-
bout presents for their five ch-
ildren, It was during the de-
pression and the conversation
was heart-breaking, even for a
fairly tough ten-year-old. They
were deep in despair :because
there was no money for gifts.
It's true that today's Christ-
mas has attracted some un-
desirable features: too much
advertising, too many phony
Santas, too many Christmas
songs, dinned at us for too
many hours each day, too much
eating and drinking. But it's
equally true that today's Ch-
ristmas retains the best things
of the old spirit of Chnistrhas.
Our ears throb and our
stomachs heave at such mus-
ical abortions as ,tingle
' One was a blond engel, the
other had. the black curly hair
and snappy brown eyes usually
associated with the French
Canadian race, They were
twins, but no more identical in
nature or demeanour than their
colouring, I was to learn later,
Riding the train between
Montreal and Toronto for me is
like slipping into a comfortable
old :Oro°. I like the VIP coach
because I can reserve a seat
and settle into a good book
without any interruptions. This
trip, was to prove the excep-
tion.
I hadn't noticed until after
we pulled out of Dorval station
that the children were alone.
They sat straight and silent,
clad' in height red velveteen
dresses frosted with white cro-
cheted dollars, their short legs
sheathed in red leotards and
each tiny foot encased in a
white fur topped. galosh. These
looked like four animated bun-
nies as they swung their legs
and gazed out the window.
When the CNR conductor
came along he conversed with
them in French, patted each
child on the head and then
turned to punch my ticket,
"Cute, aren't they? Going to
spend their holidays with their
grandparents. Kide sure get
around these days," he opined.
He was hardly out of sight
when the children began chat-
tering in their native tongue.
They would look frantically at
the end where the word "Men"
was lit up like a pub, then to
the electrical sign at the other
end, "Women". The only word
my high school French could
dissect from the jabber was
"Non". So I pointed to the
"Women" and said, as I thought,
rather intelligently, "OW.. Corn-
prenez vous?" They must have
understood me for they scurried
down 'the aisle in the right
direction.
When they returned they
snuggled' in with me, one on
either side. That stuttering
French phrase was my undoing.
They evidently 'thought they
had found a compatriot until I
began to show signs of sheer
terror at their insistent ques-
tions. At least, I think by the
inflections in their voices they
were questions. Why ,hadn't I
studied more vividly the bi-
lingual directions on the pack-
ages of my morning cornflakes,
or the cake mixes, or even the
tooth paste ads in Montreal
buses? I might have been aim-
ed with more than the affirma-
Rock, but Good King Wences-
las is still with us, and I'm
Dreaming of a White Christ-
mas shows no signs of pushing
Silent Night into oblivion.
* *
For those crabs who can't
enjoy the Christmas of today
bedause they never stop talk-
ing about the "good old-fash-
ioned Christmas" I have a sug-
gestion, Wake up. Forget the
dream. It never was like that,
really. Stop throwing cold wat-
er, and start dispensing warm
love. For underneath the bally-
hoo and bad taste, Christmas
is still a time for joy and love,
for giving, for sentimentality,
for renewing our faith in the
miracle at Bethlehem.
Out with gloom and carp-
ing, I'm going to do my very
best to have a Merry Christ-
mas. And for all the readers
of Sugar and Spice, I want
the same. Even the crabs.
tive to deal with these young-
sters,
They caught on quickly, re-
cognizing my ignorance of their
native 'tongue and laughed glee-
fully when I would try and re-
peat their lesson, pointing to
each bump on my facial map,
"L'oell", "le nez", "la 'beache".
They entertained me for many
miles with French nursery
songs, singing in high childish
sopranos. They pointed to every
item on the landscape, giving in
a name and making me repeat
such works as 'Tarbre", ."la
montee", "la raison".
When 'they began to squeal
in unison with about the only
word I was familiar with stand-
ing out thankfully in ,my brain,
"la gare, la gare", I knew my
ordeal by trial and error was
almost over. We were pulling
into the station at Toronto.
That's what I thought at 'the
moment. Actually, my troubles
had only just begun. With a
small hand 'in each of mine I
marched triumphantly down the
concourse. I was about to turn
the two mites over to loving
grandmere and grandpere, and
rest my weary brain in the
comfort of the English lang-
uage.
We looked about hopefully.
No one rushed up to the young-
sters as I had pictured, gather-
ing them to their heart. The
faces that hung over the brass
rail dividing passengers from
relatives., were as strange to
them as they were to me. Sud-
den tears streamed down their
tiny cheeks and for the first
time in hours, they were inarti-
culate in any language. If they
were, terror 'stricken I was
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the nation. When, it came time for the Baby,
they were summoned to make a trip to
meet the demands of their government.
Whether the Baby lived or died was of no
concern to the society in which they existed.
As far as their own people were concerned,
Mary and Joseph could make out for them-
selves.
But because God reigned, they were not
alone. The Wise Men brought gifts of great
treasure. There was great rejoicing.
And so tonight there is rejoicing and
there are visible tokens of Christmas. Most
business sections have been bright with
Christmas decorations for days past. Holly
wreaths are found in many home windows,
bells an doors and gaily lit Christmas trees,
if not on the front lawn, visible in the
living rooms, from the street. Stores, in most
centres, will have closed for a three-day holi-
day. Everywhere about us, there seems to be
a new spirit, a new life, a new hope, a
new joy! Tomorrow children will go to bed
aissured that Santa Claus is on his way and
will come down the chimney, in our res-
pective homes, to deliver a portion of his
heavy load. Most of us will banish all
thoughts of external troubles and for the
next few days concentrate on internal joys.
It is, indeed, a time of Merry Christmas.
Winter Story
There's lots to do in winter
When the snow is all around.
Then the 'tracks of little creatures
Are seen upon the ground'.
We see the tracks
Of cats and dogs,
And wee wild' things
That hide in logs.
Wherever little feet do go
They always leave a trail.
Here's a rabbit, here's a bird,
And here's a wee mouse trail.
And here are feet with boots on,
That came in through the gate.
I know who they belong to!
Stephen, Sis and Kate!
(By G.F.H.)
A Mother's Plea
I long have heard my children cry,
And beg me for a crust of bread,
And just one cover for their bed,
But I have none.
I see them waste before my eye,
No rag to cover bare cold feet,
If only I had fuel for heat!
But I have none.
When you in your warm bed do lie,
Think of this mother's piteous plea,
Give of thy love and charity,
Or we are lost!
Today while in my own warm home,
I heard this plea within my heart:
If we do not do our part
We too, are lost. (By G.F.H.)
From Our Early Files
What Others Say
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