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Clinton News-Record, 1971-07-29, Page 4Beginning- of the harvest Joy 11/) yonder A catalogue of summer species THE CLINTON NEW ERA Amalgamated Established 1865 1924 THE HURON NEWS-RECORD Established 1881 Clinton News-Record A member of the Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association, Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association and the Audit Bureau of Circulation (ABC) second class mail registration number — 0817 SUBSCRIPTION RATES: (in advance) Canada, $6.00 per year; U.S.A., $7,50 KEITH W. ROULSTON Editor J. HOWARD AITKEN — General Manager Published every Thursday at the heart of Huron County Clinton, Ontario Population 3,475 TEE HOME OF RADAR IN CANADA 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