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A break at last .
The Announcement this week that a
new plant will be built in Clinton by the
EX-Cell,0 Corporation is the first good
break to hit Clinton in a long time.
It seems we've been on the downward
slide for so long we were beginning to
wonder if there was any bottom at all.
Hopefully this announcement will be the
bottom of the pendulum swing and
Clinton will start to bounce back, building
a solid economic base.
The new plant isn't going to perform
any wonders. It isn't huge and, according
to figures released by the Ontario
Development Corporation, will employ
only 12 persons at the beginning. But it's
a start.
Clarence Denomme, Jim Armstrong
A word misused
One of the most disturbing things
written or spoken in contemporary
English is the hyphenated word
"do-gooder" used in a contemptuous or
perjorative sense, implying there is
something wrong, or at least
muddle-headed in doing or attempting a
good action.
A convinced Christian; recalling that
Jesus of Nazareth was described as one
"who went about doing good," finds
something not far from blasphemy in this
strange inversion of meaning.
Let it be freely conceded that
benevolence needs tempering with
wisdom, commonsense and forethought.
Things motivated with the best of
intentions may go awry through lack of
skill, inept planning, poor timing, or
tackling a task too great for the
immediate means available.
and the rest of the members of the
industrial committee should be heartily
congratulated on their achievement. It has
been a long hard fight for the industrial
committee who have been building a base
for industrial expansion for nearly five
years, most of the time without the
satisfaction of knowing for sure that they
were winning the fight. But now they
have had some success. Hopefully it will
spur them on to similar efforts and
success in locating more industry,
'But the most important aspect of the
new industry is the new hope it gives the
town, Now if some solution to the
problem of CFB Clinton could be found,
everything could be rosier again.
But the sophisticated-sarcastic
implications and intonations of those who
have coined and use the word
"do-gooder" are not• prompted by
constructive criticism. One senses their
ridicule is not for the errors or ineptitudes
of reformers, promoters of good causes or
those who hold out the helping hand to
the unfortunate. The real aim of the
attack is upon the basic goodwill behind
their actions.
This misused word, with its intimation
that the doer of a decent action is either a
fool or a hypocrite, not only besmirches
the language but reveals a total lack of
belief in the existence•of any good side to
human nature. To accept the view that it
is an act of folly to express in action what
one believes to be right is indeed to put
one's self in a parlous philosophical
— Contributed.
Grave warnings of the future
Several scientists and writers have been
issuing grave warnings about the future
unless mankind slows down its growth.
The Australian Nobel-prize-winning
scientist Sir MacFarlane Burnet has gone
so far as to say that liberal democracy has
become an obstacle to progress.
He argues that liberal democracy along
the British pattern could not enforce
restraints on population, technology and
economic activity. Yet these restraints
were needed for the survival of
civilization,
The grim problem of overcrowding is
beginning to obsess scientists,
governments and ordinary citizens. Lord
Snow, the British novelist and scientist,
anticipates a collision between food and
population later this century.
U.S. scientist Dr, Norman Borlaug, who
led the green revolution to increase grain
production, said in his Nobel prize
acceptance speech that mankind could
not survive unless the world population
explosion is brought under control. Sir
MacFarlane Burnet insists that the average
family must be limited to two children,
and the production of things not
necessary for a continuing civilization
must be limited or stopped.
These voices must be heeded. In Egypt,
for instance, a child is born every 40
seconds. Japan is one of the few nations
iii Asia that has a definite population
policy. Its population has remained steady
at just over 100,000,000 because of birth
control, sterilization and abortion.
Unless other nations in
under-developed countries follow the
example of the Japanese, mankind is
headed for disaster. World population is
growing at the rate of 75,000,000 a year.
It is up to every individual in the world to
see to it that mankind does not create its
own doomsday. — Contributed.
These words will cool you off
Sunshine and shade on a road near Bayfield
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The Eighth Annual
Interdenominational Junior
Farmers' Church Service was
held Sunday in St, Andrew's
Presbyterian Church, Winghent.
25 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD
JULY 25, 1946
Thomas Haggitt and Robert
Turner, farmers of Htillett
Township, had a hot, tiring job
all for nothing last Friday. They
had just completed stooking
their grain before the storm, arid
afterwards it was all flat again.
Some of it had evert been blown
away and lodged against a fence.
Mrs. Neil Campbell has sold
her 140 acre farm on Concession
12, West Wawanosh, to John
Falconer, who plans to take the
timber and wood off the
property, which has a large
acerage of bush.
R e presentatives of Ryan
Home Builders Co., Windsor,
who were awarded the contract
for 50 veteran's homes in
Goderich, start work this week,
The cottage.) and
storey-and-a-half houses are to
have cement foundations.
THE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD
JULY 23, 1931
The Clinton Kittle Band
intends giving an open-air
concert in Library Patk at 8:00
o'clock on Sunday, weather
permitting.
Miss Olive Glew, daughter of
Mt. and Mrs. Charles L. Glew
of Boron toad east, Clinton, has
taken a position with the
London branch -of the Mutual
Life Insumece• Company of
Canada.
Mr. Herbert Nell and family
and -a number of families frotn
Tuekersniitb, Stanley mid
Seafottli attended the Ashton
and ToWiiSenti family reueloo. ttt
During the winter, I literally
grind my teeth when I know I
must tnake a trip to the city.
The idea sours my soul, my
stomach, and my normally sweet
disposition,
I don't.just think, I know
What to expect during any part,
or the whole, of the 180-mile
round trip.
"Freezing rain." That means
crawling along, half blind,
peering out the window because
the windshield has a quarter-inch
of ice on it, and wondering when
some 'idiot is going to come out
of nowhere and clobber you.
4tStatteired snow flurries."
That is a weather department
euphemism, in these parts, for a
howling blizzard. The only thing
that is scattered are the Wits of
the weather forecaster„
"Slight drifting conditions."
That means a 40 m.p.h. wind
sweeping white-clouds across the
road just as some jerk is trying
to pass you and there's a ten-ton
gravel truck tight in front of
you.
Oh, they can't fool me. But I
just grin and swear it. However, I
get my revenge in July. I sit
under my oak trees and
chuckle—yes, chuckle—,as I
think of all those poor-
tormented &ea-Wits belting their
Way through the mad traffic,
trying to get to where I am. It's
not a nasty chuckle. ''Those ehaps
have my utmost sympathy. It's
jug a little sort of revenge
chuckle. The kind of thing you
might hear Boris 1{arloff
emitting as he sends his creator,
Dr. Frankenstein, up in flames.
Sometimes, when my chuckle
gets out of control, I am decent
enough to take a walk
downtown and stroll around
looking at all those sweaty,
frustrated, infuriated tourists,
snarling at their spouses and
children.
My natural sentiments take
over, and I can scarce forebear
to weep, as I thin of what
they've been through to get
here, what they are going
through now, and what they
have to do to get home.
When my emotion gets quite
out of control, I sometimes drive
soberly to the beach and survey
the Scene. This usually plunges
me into further depths of
compassion, Everybody is so fat.
Over here is a 2001-pound lady
in a 12-ounce bikini, dragging
two kids, a beach chair, assorted
towels and 200 poundg. She is
uttetly miserable as the sweat
destroys her makeup. And don't
forget she has to walk half a mile
back to the cottage, hauling
whimpering offspring, and
prepare dinner for her husband,
who is fighting his way up
through the circus on wheels,
her Mother and father, who have
been invited tor a week, her
Aunt Jessie and Uflcle Torn, who
have just dropped in on their
way through, For A few days.
Poor lady.
And down there, near the
water, is an elderly gentleman,
flaming red from bald dome to
calloused toes. Enjoying himself.
His paunch begins just below his
thin and continues almost to his
knees. How happy he seems as
the children jump over him,
spraying sand and cold water.
What a delighted smile he
produces when the teenagers'
football hits him squarely in the
belly. He's at the beach for two
weeks, and he's having fun if it
kills him.
The little kids are wonderful,
too. Never a dull moment. If
they haven't lost their sand-pail,
they've cut their foot on a rock,
or they want money for pop, or
they're out too far, or they've
simply vanished and are
probably drowned.
And the teenagers are grand.
It just restores your faith to see
them go into the water
occasionally. And there's
something cute about the way
they lie around on the beach,
not smashing anything, or
waving any signs. Just lying
there, about eighteen kids to
twelve feet of sand, smoking and
chatting intellectually. It makes
you feel sort of good all over, to
know that they're not out on
the highway, doing goodness
knows what, but right bete on
the beach, doing nothing.
Golly, I envy those city
people who tome up north to
get away from it all: the
air-conditioned buildings, the
home-cooked meals, the
playgrounds, the privacy of their
own backyards.
I wish I could get -a break like
that in the winter.
the distinct impression that they
were quietly succumbing.
Sure enough, when I phoned
a pet-shop man to whom I
regularly appeal in such
emergencies, he confirmed my
diagnosis and regaled me with a
bewildering recitation of the
medical and dietary
requirements necessary to keep a
turtle in this world.
"Won't eat, eh?" the pet man
said, "Smear a tittle cod-liver oil
on their faces. They'll wipe it off
into their mouths. That'll
stimulate their appetite. Try a
few medium or small-sized
earth-worms with a side-order of
watercress. Oh, yes. Watch their
eyes. They get sore eyes. Bathe
them in some warm boracic or
use some eye ointment."
I ant not just making this up.
That is what he said. It really is.
Hansel and Gretel were as
un-cooperative as only turtles
can be.
The administration of the
cod-liver oil was almost a
surgical operation since, at first
sign of the eyedropper, both my
patients were promptly headless.
It was only blind luck that they
got the treatment at the right
end.
The earth-worm hunt, itself,
Garde on Thursday last, about
ninety being present.
Mr. Morley Jordan has
purchased the King cottage in
Albert Street and has already
taken up residence there. This
will make a very desirable home.
55 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEW ERA
JULY 20, 1916
Oh Monday afternoon, Mr.
and Mrs. W. J. Kilbride and Miss
Irene Collies left for Strathroy,
Where they will make their
future home. The best wishes of
all go with them back to their
old home.
The stores of Ed Johnson and
W.S.R. Holmes, also the office
of John Rantford have recently
been connected with the water
works system, also the homes of
Mrs. Searle and Mrs. Watkins.
Police Sargeant R. Welsh has
had a new verandah erected at
his home on Ratteribury Street.
The home of H. Wiltse is
being brightened up by the
painter's brush.
A new cement walk is being
built at the residence lately
vacated by Mr. Kilbride. The
plunged me into that gloom that
is my failing when troubled with
an ethical problem. Since the
worms appeared to be twice as •
lively and every bit as desirable
as pets as the turtles, themselves,
I felt a moral obligation to those
who were about to die.
As usual, when 1 am making
myself look ridiculous, my
neighbor was there leaning on
the fence, where he waits for his
daily chuckles.
"Going fishing?" he asked.
"Getting lunch for the
turtles," I said, bleakly, and he
went running off, hand over his
mouth, to tell everybody in the
block.
The turtles themselves
responded not at all to these
goodies, even rejecting their
watercress salad, and I phoned
the pet man again,
"Didn't I tell you?" he asked.
"You've got to chop up the
earth-worms into little bits,"
This I refused to do. 1 have
announced it publically. "I
refuse to chop up earth-worms,"
I said to my loved ones," and
there will be no more live
creatures in this house." They
just smiled their Mona Lisa
smiles.
P.11.0. has been ordered to put
in hydro, after which Mr. E. E.
Hunniford will occupy the
house,
75 YEARS AGO
THE HURON NEWS—RECORD
JULY 22,1696
James Elliott passed through
Clinton yesterday on his way
home to Goderich front London,
England, where he sold a
consignment of Canadian horses,
He market, he says, did not
prove profitable.
Arrangements are being Made
for amateur and professional
bicycle races to take place in the
Circuit of Clinton, Goderich,
Seaforth and Hensall or Exeter
soiree time in August or
September. It is said the prizes
Will be well worth competing
for.
Mr. Joint G. Cook, who some
years ago worked in' the
dry-goods store of Pay and
Wiseman here, is visiting telatives
in this area from Chicago. Mr.
Cook is now a Member of the
firm of Hoon, Gray and Co.,
electrical manufacturers, 265
Letter
to the
editor
The Editor,
As a citizen of this town I
want to express my deep
concern over the rowdyism I see
on my doorstep and the way it is
getting worse each year. This
summer it has reached an .all
high peak. What do I mean by
rowdyism? I will list just some
of them.
(1) The unbelivable driving?
on oor main street;
(2) The way all breaks loose
on our streets especially on
Friday nights;
(3) The all night noises of
honking horns, the speeding and
racing of motor, the lack of
proper muffler systems, the
screeching of tires, the gangs of
young people hollering ,
swearing and filthy talk until
half the night is over;
(4) The flagrant disregard for
all our laws, including the
drinking of beer in cars on our
main streets.
(5) The disgusting tormenting
of one poor simple soul on our
streets and the filthy shouting of
this individual;
(6) The curfew which isn't;
(7) The ganging together of
young people on our streets till
all hours of morning.
These are just a few" of the
things that the people of this
town are up in arms over. Do
you realize that in the block
between Cloud Nine and William
St. there has been nine parked
cars clobbered in two years plus
two upset cars? Is this not
indicative of the driving that's
going on in this block?
Do we not have any noise
by-laws in this town? If so why
are they not being enforced?
Some of these cars make more
noise than trucks and
deliberately so, and I feel this
should be stopped. I remember a
few ye4rs ago when they made
thum take off Hollywood,
mufflers and these are much
worse.
Why have we as a town got
the reputation of a place to go
to be able to cut loose and raise
all the hell they want to? -
I think as citizens we need to
start something going and if the
task of,cleaning up this town is
too big for our police force then
they need help so lets give it to
them in whatever form they
need it,
I hope we will hear from
some more citizens on this
subject and finally get some
constructive action.
Sincerely,
A Concerned Citizen
What's new
at
Huronview?
Alice Roorda, Norman Speir
and Jerry Collins provided the
music for the Monday
get-together in the auditorium.
Following the dance period
everyone joined in the
There were 12 tables of
games played in the auditorium
on Wednesday. Prize winners for
the euchre were, ladies high Mrs.
Proctor; men's high Rodger
Gilbert; consolation winners
Mrs. Beattie and Harvey Cutt.
A Communion service was
held in the chapel on Thursday
morning with Rev. Whittich o
the Blyth United Church charg
assisted by Mrs. Brown, organist
Mrs. Whittich soloist an.
Howard Campbell from the
Blyth session.
For our Family Nigh
program this week Mr. Harve
Johnston of Clititon showe
slides of a trip he and Mr
Johnston had taken to Trinida
and the Bahamas. Mrs, Georg
Henderson of Brueefield playe
several selections oil the plan
during the program. Miss Glad
Stanlake of Huronview thanke
the visitors on behalf of t
10 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD
JULY 20, 1961
William Hyde, old time
fiddling champion (who has won
close to a hundred cups, medals,
prizes and cash in various old
time fiddling eontests over the
years) will celebrate his 97th
birthday in Hensall, July 23. He
thinks he will attend the old
time fiddlers' contest at
Shelburne, hut does not think he
wilt participate.
Though sections of the
county report a gond deal of
damage to crops caused by the
severe hail and rainstorm on
Sunday afternoon, the Clinton
area was remarkably tree of
property damage.
Both the public utilities and
the rural hydro office report
very minor damages to lines. The
town's streets' men dealt with
several large limbs which came
down over streets due to high
winds.
15 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEWS—ItECORD
JULY 19, 1956
Several youngsters of
Adastral Park, 11.C.A.P. Clinton,
found that bates of hay on the
farm of Kenneth Rogerson, R.
R. 5, Clinton, would pile tip
nicely for the making of forts.
However, rain drenched the hay
while in this position, which
damaged about 400 bales and
caused considerable loss to Mr.
Rogerson.
The 'Women's Institute picnic
to Goderich will be held on
Thursday, July 26. All members
wishing to go will meet at
Library Park at 1:30 sharp.
Bring your own dishes, cutlery
and a picnic lunch.
Mrs. Fred Livermore
eelebrated her 80th birthday on
Monday, July 16, quietly at the
home of her daughter, Mts, W.
Burton,
Unwanted guests
Some years ago, when it came
to me in a blinding flash that I
was destined to spend a great
part of my life finding homes for
batch after batch of kittens,
shutting up barking dogs, caring
for pregnant rabbits and
nurse-maiding an assortment of
other livestock loosely described
as "pets," 1 made a firm, positive
ruling.
"There will be no more live
creatures hi this house," I
announced in a voice that was
terrible with finality.
Trouble is no one appears to
have heard me. Since then"we
have had six White Seghorns, a
canary and two budgie birds, a
cross-eyed Siamese cat, a duck,
uncounted numbers of goldfish,
two white mice, a Fox Terrier
and a Labrador the size of a
buffalo, all of which have ended
up in my charge.
In some cases, of course, the
novelty of these birds and beasts
has lasted as long as 18 minutes,
a period in which they are
fondled, laundered and fed by
their rightful owners.
But when the predictable
ennui sets in that is when I
automatically become the
keeper of the zoo.
I wouldn't mention it, mind
you, I'd accept my burden like a
little man, but, word has reached
me that there's been some
speculation in the neighborhood
about my worm-digging and I
want it on the record that I am
now apparently sole custodian
of Hansel and Gretel, turtles.
Of all the pets that have
crossed this threshold Hansel
and Gretel are by far the most
unrewarding.
A turtle has no personality
whatever. It responds to nothing
except danger when, if it isn't
already there, it draws its head
silently, on ball bearings, into its
shell. A turtle just lies there like
a stone or paws feebly at the
side of its bowl in a fruitless
attempt to get back to Wherever
it is turtles come from.
As 1 expected, my daughters,
the rightful owners of Hansel
and Gretel, left me to cope with
the problem of their board and
room, the first crisis being the
strong possibility that they were
starving to death.
The powdery substance in the
box optimistically labelled
"turtle food" was clearly not the
answer. The turtles, being unable
to read, ignored it and, though it
is hard to tell with a turtle, I got
Dearborn Street. residents.
40 YEARS AGO
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