HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News-Record, 1970-03-26, Page 14Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For i wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none
of them are me. ,
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me, but don't be footed, for God's
sake don't be fooled.
I give the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one.
But don't believe me,
Please.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, my ever-varying and
ever-concealing mask.
Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.
Beneath lies the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anyone to know it.
panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated
facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is my salvation. My only salvation.
And I know it.
That is, if it is followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I am
really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.
I'm afraid that you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh at me, and your laugh
would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep down. I'm nothing, that I'm no good, and that you will see
this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a
facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks.
And my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface
talk. I tell you everything that is really nothing. So when I go through my
routine, do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to
hear what I'm NOT saying, what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I
need to say, but what I can't say. I dislike hiding. Honestly. I dislike the
superficial game I'm playing, a phony game. I'd really like to be genuine and
spontaneous, and me, but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your
hand, even when that's the last thing I seem to want, or need.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of breathing death.
Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind, and gentle, and
encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart
begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding, you can
breathe lif into me. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a creator of
the person that is me if you choose to do so.
Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask.
You alone can release me from my shadow world of panic and uncertainty, from
my lonely prison. So do not pass me by. Please do not pass me by. It will not be
easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me, the harder I strike back. It's irrational, but despite
what the books say about man, I am irrational. I fight against the very thing that
I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my hope. My
only hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle
hands — for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every
man you meet, and I am every woman you meet.
Author Unknown
December, 1969
The plight of rural churches
BY WILMA OKE
What's happening to rural
people in the Huron-Perth
Presbytery? This was the
question that faced the more
than one hundred United
Church men and women who
gathered in Northside United
Church, Seaforth, on Friday for
an evening of discussion on this
very relevant subject.
Gordon Hill, Varna, president
of the Ontario Federation of
Agriculture, led the discussion
with - a talk on Rural Living,
followed by three members of a
panel. They were Don Pullen,
Clinton, Agricultural
Representative for Huron
County; Ross McPhail, RR 1,
Cromarty, Warden of Perth
County; and Rev, Douglas
Erydon of Watford United
Church,.
Mr. Hill divided farmers into
'two groups. First there is the
small group of successful farmers
who pay their bills and run a
trim operation, Then there is a
larger or main group who are
finding the going difficult. They
are affected by the cost price
squeeze.
It is Significant that people
are caught up in the cost price
squeeze, the small town business
and a large group of farmers.
They resent the high standards
Of living obtained by the
well-to-do, This group often
referred to by the farmers as
"they" — bankers, big business,
professional men, etc.
Continuing, Mr. Hill said that
farmers do not want to risk
change of occupation because he
fears the unknown situation that
requires considerable adjustment
oh his part, The farmer Who
decides rather than give Up his
farm to stay on, he maintains his
acceptable "statue in his own
Community tather than move
out into a strange relationship, If
the farina had been able to
move into a he* Situation he
would have been gone long ago.
lie resents the diteurnstaticel
that force him to stay where he
is, while modern education
facilities, for which he pays a
high tax, take his children out of
the rural situation into the urban
way of life.
"Why doesn't the farmer take
some drastic action?" Mr. Hill
asked and then answered that in
some cases he has, but with
dubious success.
Mr. Hill said that farmers are
so frequently on the brunt end
of government policies on trade,
especially imports and selling
prices (wheat).
Even today we find farmers
themselves, being divided and
thereby growing farther apart.
However, resentment continues
to grow.
Is there any organization or
institution able to help rural
people in a worsening situation?
What about the Church? They
are unable to because they
belong to the Establishment too.
Mr. Hill said other difficulties
are posed by Church attitudes
that have become
"institutionalized" rather than
Christian. Christian people have
to become involved in the
"dirty" work of doing the job
that needs to be done,
Mr. Hill said that we must
find out what the farmer's
problem is before anything can
be done, Then we mast get
involved in farm organizations
more than at present.
Don Pullen, lira panelist to
speak, agreed in most part with
Mr. Hill and said that everyone
has a different set of goals for
which he is striving. The farmer
is no exception. Mr. Putien'said
that in Huron and Perth counties
the farmers are in the over 60
years of age group and they will
not attempt any other way of
life at this' tage.,
Mr. Pullen said that
Agricultural leaders are always
willing to help fartriers in
stringent SitUations.,
Warden McPhail said that
many changes have Cottle about
and more are in the offing.
Possibly the Huron-Perth
Presbytery has been showing us
the way in the last three or four
years. Two Presbyteries united
(The Huron and the Perth
Presbyteries amalgamated) and
there have been many
amalgamations achieved in rural
churches.
Mr. Brydon said the church
and also the church member
must be prepared to tackle the
"gut" issues of the day. He said
we are confused by the total
situation presented to us today
for which we do not have a
solution. The number one
problem today is how to learn to
live in harmony.
Following the speakers, an
enthusiastic question and answer
period continued on until after
eleven o'clock. When a member
of the audience remarked that
we have to make the county
Board of Education system work
or we shall miss local control,
Mr. Hill replied that money
would only come through the
Government, with the
Government acting rather as a
collection system, but that there
would still be the local School
Board, and it would not have to
spend time worrying about
collecting taxes. He said
universities receive grants and
the Government does not
control them. '
Some of the other subjects
considered were planning —local
planning, regional planning and
long-range planning;
communication — the lack of it
and misinterpretation Of it;
keeping yonng people on the
farm and not keeping them
there.
It was suggested similar
Meetings to the one being held
should be held on the local level
— perhaps a morning church
Service in this form of meeting.
Rev, R. H. Dayhard, Mt 1,
Staffa, was chairman for the
meeting which he had arranged.
110 is chairman of the Rural Life
Division of Huron,Perth
PreabyterY„.
This picture was taken a couple of days later and on the other
side of the bridge showing two boxes of garbage someone
thoughtlessly tossed on the ice. With the spring thaw, it will
sink into the water to become one more piece of pollution.
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Permissive society one of main
causes of law-breaking
BY BILL COX
The subject of law and order
is one that has been discussed in
detail by law officers, politicians
and the general public for quite
some time. It would be very
difficult to over-emphasize as it
seems there is always some
person committing a crime.
Common crimes such as
destruction of private property,
break and entry, alcohol and
traffic violations seem to be
inherent to out society.
Because of press coverage and
ordinary rumor, people are
becoming more and more
involved in the concern for
property and personal
proteetion.
This concern has manifested
itself in many different and oft
times directly opposite ways.
The theories concerning law and
order have varied ftom the More
strict punishment for
committing a crime to a revision
Or even complete recession of
certain laws.
One obvious reaction to the
concern for law and order is the
re-oceuring rumor that the
Ontario Provincial. Police are
going to move In to "clean up
the town.' Police Chief Lloyd
WeStlake says this is illogical and
very doubtful but does
emphasize the elmiscious
involvement of citizens on the
blect,
Chief Westlake says also that
there is a genuine cause for
concern in Clinton and
everywhere else in Ontario as it
is no less lawful here than any
other town in the area. He
thinks that one of the main
causes of law-breaking is the
permissive society that is part of
today's life.
"We have gone too far in too
little time," the Chief says.
"Five or six years ago there was
one extreme of permitting
nothing and now the other
extreme of practically anything
goes."
He feels however, that this
permissiveness will change and
Please turn to Page 3A
Poke Chief Westlake
Pretty isn't it? This picture was taken recently at the south end of
Clinton where the Bayfield river flows under the bridge on
highway four. If we have one really scenic spot in Clinton, this is
it.
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Thomas Lions, who is also
formerly from the Seaforth area.
The oldest delegate at the
rally was Charlie Barber, from
Seaforth, who is 90 years old
and still active in his club.
to the Editor Letter
Brute force and violence on the ice are
definitely replacing the traditional hockey skills
Of yesterday. Although the fancy stick handlers
and big goal scorers are still attracting a certain
amount of attention (and money), their
popularity, particularly among the coaches of the
NHL is on the wane. Today, with more and more
emphasis being placed on "The Team",
super-stars like Bobby Hull are being considered
little more" than -expensive limelighters' -gliding-
unconcernedly to the Hockey Hall of Fame,
while their comrades literally battle it out for a
1971 play-off spot.
Punch Imlach said it on the "Punch and
Johnny Show." When asked for an opinion
concerning a most recent, bloody, stick-swinging,
penalty-ridden brawl, he said it was just great; he
wouldn't have it any other way. He was anxious
to enlarge but a program interrupted him.
Parents concerned about their sons' moral
integrity — or the state of their physiognomies —
might be well,advised to avoid the Buffalo farm
system.
Then again, there is no reason to believe that
Mr. Imlach's views are the exception in pro
hockey. In fact, hockey at all levels is getting, to
put it mildly, very rough. The hard-noses appear
to be in the ascendancy.
So what does the future hold for our sons? I
thought you'd never ask. Gaze into my crystal
hockey puck over here. Let's see now, what have
we got? There's a calendar. The year is 1980. A
smoke-clogged office. Four men are huddled
around a table cluttered with paper. A plaque on
the wall reads: Silo City Smashers, Smash U.
Gladly, Coach. (The team was named in the
coach's honor). Smash, the one with the cigar
and the beefy face, speaks first:
"Awright, where'd we leave off?" he
demands.
"Thumper Thompson, coach," answers one of
his scouts, sliding a sheaf of paper under Smash's
nose. "He's the one that had five goals, ten assists
last year. Might have had more, but he did 210 in
the penalty box, 175 for...let's see...slashing,
high-sticking, and fighting. Also two three-game
suspensions."
"Oh, yeah. Well, he sounds alright to me.
We'll sign him. Probably put him at centre to
soften up those big defensemen, Who's next?"
A clean-cut young man with wavy blonde hair
and a friendly smile says: "Ronnie Canuck from
Rochester; Smash. Eighty-five goals last year, 92
assists." The young man clears his throat as he
hands Smash the dossier. "Ahem...uh...only four
minutes in penalties." And we can hardly hear
him as he adds: "No fights for three years."
But the coach heard it, "What?' he roars, "No
fights? Four minutes? What is this guy, a regular
cream puff?"
"But he skates real good coach, and..."
"I don't care if he's shot from guns! A guy
like that is poison to a new team. Prima donnas
are bad business." He sneers, punching the paper
with a finger. "This guy'll score a few goals, win
the Lady Byng a coupla times, and he'll want a
raise, Meantime, we're gettin' the pants beat off
us 'cause we got no muscle on the line. You're
new in this racket, Hull, but you gotta learn right
away that guys like Canuck are lousy hockey
players. Look at this," the coach snarls
disgustedly. "The poor little fella wears a helmet.
Why, he's still got all his teeth, for cryin' out
loud! Ech!" Smash crumples the dossier and
throws it over his shoulder, "Who's next?" he
deinands, shaking his head sadly at scout Hull.
"Here's One leaks like he's coming along,
coach," answers Jones from across the table.
"Another yeas in the rniriorS and he'll be ripe for
the NHL. Defensetrian. Played twenty games last
year, and had over a hundred hi the penalty box.
Got a real temper, this boy, right at the drop of
a puck, He's got so Many Scats his face looks like
it WaS Made of wide-wale corduroy. Last game he
was in, he took a poke at a linesman who nailed
him for slashing, and when he got to the box he
punched the announcer in the nose for gettin' his
name wrong, Then one of the usherettes said
something to him and he threw his stick at her,
He was out for the rest of the season."
"Now you're talkin'! This guy's got real spirit.
Be good for morale. We can't get him this year?"
"Afraid not, coach."
"Why not? He's ready for the big time."
"Well, he's got this thing about pain. Can't
stand it, and it's gettin' worse."
"So?"
"Well, his mother's okayed a lobotomy on the
kid..."
"A what?"
"A lobotomy, Smash. They operate on the
brain and...well, look at Kilian Maulem. He had
one a few years ago, Even before the operation
he was like an alligator with an impacted molar.
Then he got this pain thing, and slowed down a
bit. But after the operation..."
"Yeah! Yeah! I remember!" The coach pauses
and gazes ecstatically at the ceiling. "Now he's so
mean..,Oh, my God! Can we really get this kid?"
The scout smiles knowingly. "He's i.n our farm
system, Smash. Be ready next year."
"Next year, eh? Well, that's alright. Another
season downstairs and he'll be a real head hunter,
Go sit over there, Hull. Jonesy, you come sit over
here, beside me."
Two hours later, the meeting is almost over.
Only three men remain at the table. Scout Hull is
sitting alone in a dark corner of the room,
sobbing. A heap of crumpled dossiers,
representing in the neighborhood of 700 goals,
sits on the floor behind the coach. He speaks to
his other two scouts:
"With the eleven players selected so far a sort
of theoretical team record can be projected.
Look here. If Silo City had had a franchise last
year, and these guys were all Smashers, we
woulda had a total of 56 goals and 103 assists."
"Gee, that would have been second best in the
league, coach. Only the Canadiens can beat
that!"
"Don't mention those milk-sops in my office!
Last time I saw those guys play, I thought I was
watchin' the all-girl troupe outa the Ice Capades.
Hmph! Three hundred and forty goals. We'll cut
those valley Dam down next season, you
A sneak preview of the coach's nearly
completed roster reveals that this last may well
be no idle threat. Look at that column for
injuries. A combined total of 4,917 stitches (face
only), five skull plates, 351 missing teeth, and a
record average of 6.5 fractures per man. The
coach iS so pleased he motions for Hull to rejoin
the group.
"Well, that's it for tonight. We almost got a
team. But we still have to do something about a
goalie."
"What's wrong with Fats Flanagan, coach?"
sniffs Hull as he sits down at the table.
"Nothin) really, kid. It's just that it don't look
right somehow, a goalie sittin' in fourth place on
a team's scoring record. We'll use him at back-up
until he gets more experience. What'd you find
out about Gene Kiniski, kid?"
"Gee, coach, I durmo. He wants to play and
all, but he can't skate worth a darn."
"Dammit! There you go again! I don't care if
he never saw a pair of skates before. With Kiniski
in the nets those other guys'll think twice about
getting in too close that's it they get past
Lumps and The Grim Reaper. They'll have to do
all their shooting Outside the blue line:"
The coach chuckles to himself and smashes his
fist into the shaded light hanging over their
heads, arid sends it careening off on a wild,
winging orbit around the table. "Yes.sit.," he
smiles benignly, "Two years, three at the outside,
and we got that Stanley Cup all wrapped up."
A sign oh the wall reads:Extremism in the
face of adversity is no sin. SMASH I. GLADLY
COACH Yours truly,
H. J. Exley.
Bayfield Lions host
Zone 3 spring rally
Eight Clinton Lions attended
the spring tally of Zone 3 South
of District A-9 at Bayfield
Community Centre Wednesday,
March 11. The Bayfield Lions
Club were hosts far the dinner
and rally attended by over 60
Lions from Faye of the six clubs
in the zone.
Clinton Lions attending were;
president, Ted Davies;
c e-p resident, A, Laurie
Colquhoun; and Rev. A. J:
M o w att, Mitch McAdam,
Stewart Taylor, Glen price,
William Mutch and
secretary-treasurer, Pat Noonan.
Eric Earl of the Bayfield club
was chairman of the banquet
and Zone Chairman Orville Oke,
Seaforth, chaired the rally.
Clinton president Ted Davies
gave an extensive report of his
club's activities during the past
year. Vice-president Joe Maynan
reported for the Bayfield club in
place of president Harold
Weston. Other clubs reporting
were Seaforth, Grand Bend and
Zurich.
District Governor Howard B.
Henderson, Owen Sound and
Deputy District Governor Lloyd
Casemore, Wingham, each spoke.
Two Bayfield Lions, Joe
Maynan and Harvey Coleman,
each won $12.00 tickets to
attend the 45th anniversary of
St. Thomas Lions Club on April
25. William Barber of the St.
Thomas club and formerly of
Seaforth, spoke of Lions work in
St. Thomas and introduced John
Lane, acting president of St,