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4 Clinton Nevvs,Record, Thursday, July 29, 1971
Editorial comment
Those dirty people
many arrests for drugs there were, how
many bad trips were treated at hospital,
how many arrests for liquor violations and
any cases of sickness due to the poor
sanitary conditions, he was told by one
member of the audience that he didn't
come there to learn so he should get out.
The country would probably be a ,lot
better off if people would follow the
advice of Richard J. Needham, who
recently said in his column for the
Toronto Globe and Mail we should stop
trying to make our governments make
people "good" and preventing them from
committing "sins" such as drinking too
much or reading naughty books or
straying off the marital reservation.
Mr. Needham went on to address
himself to the younger generation:
"Dear young people — and old ones,
too — I must tell you that your "trip",
good or bad, doesn't interest me. I've no
interest in "talking you down" —or in
paying taxes so others can do it. I've no
interest in the great masterpieces you are
going to produce (but never do produce)
as a result of having your peanut mind
"expanded". I've no interest in the
terrible "problem" which led you, as you
say, into drugs — your wicked father,
your domineering mother, your anger at
the economic system, your grief over the
war in Vietnam, your whole battery of
flimsy excuses for the fact you are a
weakling and a fool.
"Death you want and death you
should have. Time was when you would
have courted it — and likely won it — in
crusades, explorations, revolutions, in the
jungles, in the mountains or on the high
seas. But you don't have the courage or
the honesty for that; you are accustomed
to being "looked after"; even in your
self-chosen drug habit, you think there
should be daddies and mummies to
"help" you, you haven't the guts to do
the thing yourself. So take your drugs and
die, I'm completely bored with the whole
lot of you — and I don't think I'm alone
in that boredom."
Federation
helps farmers
collect rebate
the record set by Bev. Boyer, 17,
as he finished the first nine holes
in the Junior Golf Tournament
in Goderich yesterday
afternoon. He went on to place
first, with 74 for the entire
course.
25 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD
AUGUST 1,1946
Mr. and Mrs. William
Cochrane spent last week visiting
friends in Detroit. On their
return they were accompanied
by Mr. and Mrs. W. Sowerby,
who are visiting in town this
week.
Rev. and Mrs. W. J. Woolfrey
and family arrived Tuesday and
have taken up residence in the
Ontario Street Church
parsonage. Mr. Woolfrey will be
inducted in a ceremony in the
church at 8 o'clock tonight.
40 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD
JULY 30, 1931
Mr. and Mrs. W. Robinson of
Clinton announce the
The film by the Ontario Provincial
Police on the Strawberry Fields Rock
Festival held last year at Mosport Race
Track was shown last Wednesday night at
the Legion but it is hard to find out just
what the OPP is trying to prove by
touring the film around the province,
The conservative, over 30 age group,
(including most of the 50 or more who
watched the film) already see rock
festivals as a den of sin and by showing
the film to them they are preaching to the
converted. If the film is aimed at those
under 30 it will fail because they will be
too busy laughing.
The film seems to be trying to prove
that nudity is dirty and that nearly
everyone at the festival went around all
the time without a stitch. The film is
about 30 minutes long and 15 or 20
minutes of this is given to close-ups of
assorted breasts and other parts of the
anatomy. We've already been told about
the prevalence of drugs at such events but
the film only devoted about three minutes
to the drug problem. It showed one
segment, about 10 seconds long, of the
litter left behind.
Thus, the real grievances against rock
festivals were almost passed over while the
police tried to show what a dirty bunch of
people they were walking around without,
clothes on.
;iall the polies succeeded in
as that they could shoot stag
rnov' of the the kind they are so often
,.'t`seizing at movie houses. (Maybe that is
where they picked up their taste in flippy,
off colour, out of focus camera work.)
But more disturbing is the obvious
hardening of the generation gap that was
obvious by the reaction of the audience
here in Clinton. The snickering and
guffawing almost drowned out the sound
track at points during the nude scenes.
Yet when the lights went on afterward,
the laughers were talking about how
disgusting these people were without their
clothes on.
When one individual raised obvious
questions to the police about just how
A split in the ranks
It's ironic that less than a month after
they so triumphantly declared a candidate
for the coming provincial election, the
Huron New Democrats already have a
split in the ranks.
After Paul Carroll, the young, energetic
school teacher from Goderich who is also
thI reeve of the town, was declared as the
official candidate, he was immediately
congratulated by his only opponent, Ed
Bain, also of Goderich.
All night long, the guest speaker, Ken
Bolton, M.P.P. for Middlesex South, joked
about the disunity of the Liberal party in
the legislature; how the Liberals could
never agree on anything which, he said,
left the NDP to be the effective
opposition to the Conservatives.
And when the meeting was over the
New Democrats heard the news -that their
fellow NDP`ers in Saskatchewan had
unseated Ross Thatcher and they seemed
to take it as an omen that they. were
destined to knock off the Torries, even in
this strong Torrie riding with the Torie of
all Tories, Charlie MacNaughton holding
sway.
But now, less than a month later, Mr.
Bain declares he will run as an
independent and he has been expelled
from the riding association.
It's too bad for young Paul Carroll.
With his party united he would have had a
tough fight but he might have stood a
chance. He is a good man, if
inexperienced, but it seems a shame to
The mothers are strutting
around in garments for which
they'd have been thrown in the
penitentiary 20 years ago. And
loving it. (I personally think
some of them should still be
i near c era ted, but personal
opinions have no place in an
objective column.)
The dads, the lucky ones who
are able to be on holidays with
their families, are bubbling with
joy. You can tell by the way
they affectionately cuff their
kids, roll their eyes until the
whites show (sheer ecstasy),
when their wives hand them a
one-foot shopping list, and stroll
trance-like through the
supermatket, knocking down
little old ladies.
The other dads, the unlucky
ones'who have to stay in the city
and work while the family is at
the cottage, are pretty sad. You
can tell - by the way they act
after work. Some of them, just
the odd one or two, haven't even
the heart to go home to that
silent, lonely house. They know
they'd burst into tears. So they
just head, with a miserable,
bereft gleam in their eye, to the
nearest air-conditioned bar. Poor
devils. No one to talk to except
go-go girls.
Some of the better-adjusted
unlucky dads, of course, don't
do that. They go straight home
from work and straight to the
refrigerator. Then they tear off
their shirts and shoes. Then they
look at the kitchen sink, almost
throw up, shrug manfully, and
turn on the television. Waking
with a start at 10 p.m., they
phone and order some Chinese
food. Then they turn on the
lawn sprinkler. This is the only
A woman reader of the better
sort, dropping me a kindly note
about a recent travel piece,
makes the comment, "...but how
weary you must be of airplane
travel over such great distances."
Actually, no, you dear, sweet
thing. In fact, getting there by
air, with me, is always more than
half the fun.
On this last trip the office
gave me a credit card good on
any airline in the world. I really
felt as if I'd suddenly come into
possession of my own personal
magic carpet. They
demonstrated a touching faith, I
thought, in assuming I wouldn't
go on using it forever to Paris,
Rome, Bora Bora and way out
points.
Air travel invites a man to a
little harmless self-dramatiza-
tion, especially if he happens to
be a nondescript,
children-dominated,
unimportant little feller whose
lapels always look too narrow
and whose ego hardly ever gets
inflated.
known positive method to make
sure it rains all night.
Then there are the happy,
irrepressible teenagers. You can
spot them, regardless of sex, by
their hump. They have all been
told, all through their lives, to
keep their shoulders back and
heads up. As a result, they walk
with their heads on their chests
and shoulders humped. That,
not clothes or hair, is the main
reason you can't differentiate
between the sexes. How can you
tell it's a girl if she isn't sticking
her chest out?
And of course, in summer in
Canada, and everywhere I guess,
we have the summer animals.
Raccoons are cute, but a pain in
the arm to campers. Bears are
sweet too, but a menace in the
provincial parks. Tip to campers:
If you want to stroke a bear,
Make sure you do it With your
Put him in a jet that cost five
million bucks and that's
delivering him to some distant
destination at 600-odd miles an
hour and, though he may be
going there only to sell plastic
toilet seats or to attend a
convention of nublic relations
hien, he's bound to think to
himself, "I must be important to
be shipped this way."
I know, myself, that when I
walk out on the tarmac to get
aboard, casually swinging my
executive brief-case (containing
Aspirin, Bufferin,
Bromo-Seltzer, Enos, Milk of
Magnesia tablets and my mittens
for cold days) I always feel a
sort of debonair mystery man.
World weary and ever-so-slightly
debauched, of course, but
obviously the most insouciant
man on the manifest.
I like all the ceremonial
rituals that go with air travel,
even the demonstration of the
emergency oxygen equipment or
the short discourse on how and
when to inflate the life-raft.
half-way point in his summer
training at Cadet Camp,
Ipperwash,
15 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD
July 26, 1956
An aquatic team from
R.C.A.F. Station, Clinton, took
part in the opening ceremonies
of the new $40,000 swimming
pool at Seaforth Lions Park
recently. The display was in the
charge of Flight Lieutenant
Archie Brown, Seaforth, and
Flying Officer Bud ftter,
Clinton,
"One stroke under par," was
artificial arm.
But we can cope with these
animals. What concerns me is the
ones that walk upright. They
come in all sizes and intensities.
There is the mild little man
who power-mows his lawn every
night, whether it needs it or not.
He's probably just trying to get
away from his wife's incessant
babble.
Then there's the power-boat
baby. He can be any gage froin
eight to eighty. But with 50
horses behind him, he's lark
Douglas, or Burt Lancaster or
John Wayne or somebody. He's
trying to prove something.
And, naturally, summer
spawns the motor-cycle gang.
This is the wolverine of the
two-legged animals. It destroys
for pleasure and leaves its stink
everywhere.
But it's a pretty good world.
of speculation on what would
happen to an airplane in
difficulties there.Perversely, it
simply added to the tender
feeling of affection I've
developed for the DC-8.
I suppose it would have
astounded the captain of this
night—or any flight, since
captains are somewhat disdainful
of the human cargo they call
"the geese"—but I'd not felt the
elation of being borne on air
quite so keenly since the days
when Russ Baker, the bush pilot,
would take me north in his
Beaver.
I hope I never come so
sophisticated a goose that I'll
lose that thrill.
I like eating and drinking in
planes, too. Like that wonderful
flight north from Mexico City
with CP Air mine host to a
champagne breakfast at 8 a.m.,
homeward-bound, away the hell
and gone up in the sky and with
the two nicest girls you ever met
engagement of their elder
daughter, Muriel M., to Mr.
Charles W. Cole, of St. Thomas,
the youngest son of Mrs. Cole
and the late A. T. Cole of Blyth,
the Wedding to take place early
in August.
The St. Paul's Sunday School
held its annual picnic in Bayfield
yesterday. The usual races and
novelty games were carried
through enthusiastically by all
present. When evening came,
everyone voted that it was the
best picnic they ever had.
55 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON 'NEW ERA
JULY 27, 1916
Wednesday afternoon of this
week was the beginning of the
half holidays for businesses.
Along with the stores that close,
are the two dental parlours.
Try to keep cool in this hot
weather. Eat less, wear less (if
possible), keep your homes well
ventilated and your offices filled
with fresh air. Take things as
easy as possible. Then, if you are
Incorrectly coded
assessments, may be the reason
some Ontario farmers have not
yet received their property tax
rebates for 1970.
"This is an extremely
unfortunate situation,"
commented Gordon Hill, of
Varna President of Ontario
Federation of Agriculture. "This
rebate was awarded to all
farmers, and all farmers should
receive it".
"If any farmer hasn't received
this rebate, here's what I suggest
he do. First he should contact
his local assessment office to
check the coding of his
property. If it's coded residential
or commercial, or something
other than farm, he should ask
the assessment office to correct
it, and pass the information on
to the Department of Municipal
Affairs in Toronto."
"If the farmer does not insist
on the correction, nobody else
will,," said Mr. Hill.
"After you have spoken to
your assessment office, write to
Ontario Federation of
Agriculture, 387 Bloor Street
East, Toronto 285, giving details
of your assessment and
property. We have found that
some assessment offices are
reluctant to make coding
corrections. But if we have the
necessary information we can
exert pressure from this end
too."
"I invite any farmer who
hasn't received his rebate —
whether he's a member of the
federation or not — to write to
me, Gordon Hill, about his
rebate problem."
in your life pretending to be
dazzled by my scintillating
reminiscences. Oh, yes, I like
stewardesses, too.
Then there are the people
you meet on airplanes. People
who are going somewhere always
have a story to tell and there's
something about being locked
together in..an aluminum tube,
especially late at night, a sort of
intimacy, that causes almost any
conversation to develop into a
confessional.
The usual banalities of casual
encounters are forgotten as, arm
to arm, hurtling on your way,
physically removed from your
normal environment and, thus,
from your normal inhibitions,
you find yourself trading
confidences with complete
strangers.
Wearying? No, indeed, my
dear. I know of no surer way to
take you out of yourself—and
that's a necessary flight from
time to time.
still hot, "keep cool" about it.
After conducting a marble
business here for some years, Mr.
James Doig sold out here to Ball
and Atkinson, who are busy
moving the stock to their own.
premises. Mr. Doig, who has not
been in good health, will take a
year's vacation before again
returning to business.
75 YEARS AGO
THE HURON NEWS—RECORD
JULY 29,1896
Last Wednesday Dr. D.
McCallum and Miss Carrie,
daughter of the late Wm. Coats,
were united in marriage by Rev.
Mr. McMillan at the residence of
the bride's sister, Mrs. A. H.
Manning, and left the following
day for Petrolia. Both are
well-known and highly respected
citizens and have the sincere
congratulations of all.
The Goderich Council is so
penurious that they refuse to
spend $30.00 on a walk to the
bathing house for the pleasure
and accommodation of visitors
Often, catching the eye of the
demonstrator, we exchange
knowing smiles of absolute
confidence in the unlikely
theory of flight.
As a man nervous of almost
every mechanical device, I've
never been able to explain my
trust in the flying machine,
especially to my wife who gets a
doomed, this-is-it look the
moment she has a confirmed
reservation, but perhaps it, too,
is a form of a Casper
Milquetoast's bravura.
Having an utter conviction in
the safety of the ship and an
almost child-like anticipation of
the flight ahead, I find it
exhilarating to be reminded that
there is, too, still an element of
adventure in it.
I felt this to its fullest not
long ago in crossing the Andes
from Santiago, Chile, to Buenos
Aires, Argentina. No one can
look down on the crest of that
awesome spine of South
America without a little shiver
Ah, this is a grand time of the
year, entirely. Once the heat
wave is over, you couldn't find a
more wonderful place in the
world to live.
The sun is like a bronze
hammer. But at night you need a
blanket. The swimmers are
swimming, the sailors are sailing,
the golfers are golfing, and the
drinkers are drinking:
True, the workers are
working, but they're just back
from their two-weeks-with-pay,
peeling gloriously and bragging
about the sensational place they
found, with hot and cold
running rats, or they're looking
• forward to their two weeks at
Camp Missevathing.
So everybody is happy. The
Children are delightful, graceful,
brown little things, with ice
cream smeared around their
mouths.
throw him to a lion like Charlie without
even a strong party behind him.
But anyone listening at that
nomination meeting could have seen
something like this developing sooner or
later. For despite the protestations of the
party hierarchy that they have one policy,
one voice, it was apparent that the NDP
was a grab back for a thousand ideas.
The NDP is the haven on one side for
the tough labourites like Mr. Bain, and on
the other for the intelligencia like Mr.
Carroll. It spans the spectrum from those
who would like to nationalize everything,
to those who are more moderate and
practical, from those who don't want
American investment to those who do.
From moderate farmers in the Federation
of Agriculture to the immoderate
National Farmers Union.
All these elements could be seen at
that meeting. As usually happens in the
party, the moderate won out and Mr.
Carroll was nominated as party candidate,
but the labour side, the hard line side was
alienated, leading to the decision of Mr.
Bain to run alone.
The pity is that now we might as well
save the cost of an election in Huron and
send MacNaughton back for another five
years, unless the Liberals come up with a
strong candidate which right now seems
unlikely. That he would win is a forgone
conclusion, but he might have been the
better for a little tussle.
10 YEARS AGO
THE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD
JULY 27, 1961
Jack Elliott is the lucky
winner of $5.00 in this week's
jackpot draw at the Clinton
News—Record office.
Mrs. Thomas Brady, Detroit,
the former Vina McCourt, who
as a young lady lived on Albert
Street, Clinton, visited in
Clinton on Saturday. She was
accompanied by her husband
and family,
Douglas MacAuley was home
for the weekend with his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Royce
Mackuley. This marks the