HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News-Record, 1970-07-02, Page 44 Clinton News-Record, Thursday,. July 2 R 1$70.
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Tighter rules on taxis
Town Council Monday night aPproved
new rules governing the licencing of taxis
and taxi drivers Monday night, then had a
tough time deciding whether or not to
allow a new taxi licence tp be granted at
the present time.
The council was divided by the fact
that they thought an addition to the
number of taxi operators in town might
force someone, the new owner or one of
the old, into bankruptcy. Several of the
councillors who voted for the refusal of a
new licence said they did it because they
thought the applicant didn't know what
he was getting into.
Other councillors argued that the town
didn't have the right to decide for a man
whether or not he had made a good
business decision. Nearly all the
councillors felt present service could be
improved but thought an addition would
be crowding an already small market.
The problem that faced council was
that competition was uneconomical at
present but that competition seemed the
only way to ensure that the people of the
town were given the best possible service.
It would be hard to argue against their
decision that the town can only support
so many taxis right now but at the same
time a high •degree of service must be
upheld.
Perhaps the council could achieve, both
objectives by providing a tighter review of
the service provided by the taxi owners
before they are granted a new taxi licence
each year, Drivers and owners would be
more apt to be on their toes at all times if
they knew that they might lose their
licence for poor service.
Good luck
This Sunday will see the first results of
one of the biggest gambles ever made by a
service club in this area.
When post time rolls around Sunday at
2 p.m. at Clinton Raceway members of
the Clinton Kinsmen Club, who have just
laid something like $20,000 on the line,
will get their first peek at whether their
gamble to make Clinton a horseracing
town will pay off or not.
The club has a lot of odds in its favour
in the gamble. For one thing, Sunday
races are something relatively new in this
country and very few centres have them.
Even Western Fair Raceway in London is
closed on Sunday. This means there is
little competition. Race lovers can take in
the races in the nice afternoon sunshine
rather than at night as at most tracks.
Because other tracks are closed, there
should be plenty of good horses on hand
to make sure the competition on the track
will be top-flight.
Another advantage is that the raceway
is in Community Park with its picnic
facilities, swimming pool and playground
for the kids which should encourage
whole families to. attend.
To these odds though, the• .Kinsmen
have been smart enough to add a few odds
of their own. They built the most modern
facilities available and are using the best
equipment. They brought in experienced
personnel to handle the technical side of
the operation rather than trying to
muddle their way through themselves.
The Kinsmen aren't in this just for the
fun of it, of course. They hope to make
money so their club can add to its own
coffers. But although they have a certain
self-interest in the project, the whole
town owes,a debt of gratitude and a wish
of good luck to the club. At a time when
things don't look as bright for Clinton as
we would like, the Kinsmen have made a
big gamble on the future of their town.
Not only have they undertaken the racing,
but they have also helped to give
Community Park a clean new look with
their project to renovate the ball park, a
project which is also just about finished.
And in this case what is good for the
Kinsmen is also good for. the town.
Economists have proved that every dollar
spent generates three more dollars in the
economy, so every dollar spent at the
raceway by people from outside Clinton
will bring good for merchants and the
town of Clinton in general.
The races could become one of the
biggest things to happen to Clinton in a
long time so all we can say to the whole
effort is Good Luck.
Sweet memories of Dominion Day
Memories
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SEALL R VICES" ON PN TIME
Wesley-Willis — Hdlmesville United Churches
REV. A. J. MOWATT, C.D., B.A., B.D., D.D., Minister
MR. LORNE POTTEP,ER, Organist and Choir Director
SUNDAY, JULY 5th
CHRISTIAN REFORMED CI-IURCH, Clinton
263 Princess Avenue
Pastor: Alvin Beukema, B.A., B.D.
Services: 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m.
(On 2nd and 4th Sunday, 9:30 a,m.)
The Church of the Back to God Hour
every Sunday. 12:30 p.m., CHLO
— Everyone Welcome —
BAYFIELD BAPTIST CHURCH
SUNDAY, JULY 5th
Sunday School: 10:00 a.m.
Morning Worship; 11.:00 a.m.
Evening Gospel Service: 7:30 p.m.
Wednesday, 8:00 p.m. — Prayer meeting.
Clinton
SUNDAY, JULY 5th
TRINITY
11:30 a.m. — Matins and Sermon.
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OPTOMETRY
J. E. LONGSTAFF
OPTOMETRIST
Mondays and Wednesdays
20 ISAAC STREET
For Appointment Phone
482-7010
SEAFORTH OFFICE 527-1240
R. W. BELL
OPTOMETRIST
The Square, GODERICH
524-7661
INSURANCE
K. W. COLQUHOUN
INSURANCE & REAL ESTATE
Phones: Office 482-9747
Res. 482-7804
HAL HARTLEY
Phone 482-6693
LAWSON AND WISE
INSURANCE — REAL ESTATE
INVESTMENTS
Clinton
Office: 482-9644
J. T. Wise, Res.: 482-7265
ALUMINUM PRODUCTS
For Air-Master Aluminum
Doors and Windows
and
AWNINGS and RAILINGS
JERVIS SALES
R. L. Jervis — 68 Albert St.
Clinton — 482-9390
W. G. "BILL" RIEHL CalendarS & Gifts
Magnetic Signs
AbVERTISING SPECIALTIES For Cars & Truckt
"DiSplay Showroom On Wheels"
24 NORTH ST. — CLINTON
ONTARIO STREET UNITEO CHURCH
"THE FR falbt-Y. R CH"
Pastor: REV. H. W. WCINf OR,
B-Sc,, ELCOrn.,
Organi#1 M1S51,01$ GRASI3Y. ,A-R•C•T•
SUNRAY, JULY 6th
11:00 aan.
Morning Worship and Junior Congregation
(Wesley-Willis congregation will worship in
Ontario St. Church until the end- of July).
Sermon Subject; "WHERE ARE YOUR TREASURES?"
Rev. A. 1,. Mowatt.
WESLEY-WILLIS
The congregation will worship at the Ontario St. United •
Church until the end of July with Dr. Mowatt preaching
ST., ANDREW'S PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH-
The Rev, R. U. MacLean, B.A., Minister
Mrs. B, Boyes, Organist and Choir Director
SUNDAY, JULY 5th
9:30 a.m. — Morning Worship.
10:30 a.m. — Sunday School.
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CALVARY PENTECOSTAL CHURCH
166 Victoria Street
Pastor: Donald Forrest
SUNDAY, JULY 5th
Sunday School: 9:45 a.m.
Morning Worship: 11:00 a.m.
Evangelistic Service: 7:00 p.m.
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PR.E' HOME
OF RADAR
IN CANADA
One of the last, and one of
the few traditional Canadian
holidays is under attack by the
termites who want to turn every
holiday into a holiday weekend.
The grand old 24th of May,
with scorched fingers and the
pungent stink of firecrackers,
has been whittled into just
another Monday holiday.
They're chipping away at
Remembrance Day.
And the only day of truly
national Canadian importance,
Celebrating the birth of our
nation, is due to go under to the
pressures of commercialism.
Hardly anybody calls it
Dominion Day anymore, and
some industries and business
firms simply ignore it.
When I was an urehing, it was
an impressive holiday. There
were bands and baseball games,
parades and panoply, and
interminable speeches about our
great Dominion, the Fathers of
Confederation, ties with Empire,
and what a great guy the Mayor
was.
It meant that school was
really over, at last, tha'., the
endless glorious summer had
finally begun. It was a strong
punctuation mark in the year.
If you had a cottage, it meant
your dad had a day off to drive
the family there, get them
settled, get the boat out. It was
Often an all-day job for the old
man, with an average of about
three flat tires en route,
If you didn't have a cottage,
and most didn't, you went to
the ball game, or swam in the
river, or went fishing, or had a
family picnic. If you had a car.
Many didn't.
Those were peaceful days in
the small towns. There was no
frantic scramble for the tourist
dollar because there were few
tourists. Summer was a time to
take it easy. The days were hot
and long. The evenings were full
of hot smells and children's
voices, and parents rocking on
the front porch. Lemonade or an
ice cream cone topped off the
day, which seemed 66 hours of
enjoying life.
What a change in those
(comparatively) few years.
Today, with good roads, a car in
every garage, and a restless
populace; summer begins back
around Easter, with thousands
thronging the highways to get
somewhere.
I'm not complaining, or trying
to hold up progress, whatever
that is. Just feeling a bit
nostalgic about the leisurely
pace of those days, and
wondering why we're all rushing
around like nuts, today. But I
can tell you one thing. The
clip-clop of a horse and buggy
on a soft summer evening was a
lot lovelier than the squeal of
tires and the bellow of
motor-bikes.
This summer, I'm in a bit of a
dilemma. I'd half planned to go
to England and Scotland, and
just mosey around looking up
some old pubs, old cathedrals
and old girlfriends.
But my wife isn't keen. She's
not much for pubs, considers
one old cathedral much like
another, and would probably
come to verbal blows with the
old girlfriends.
To clinch the latter, both our
student offspring are among the
vast army of the unemployed,
At least, Hugh hasn't a job. Last
report, Kim had one, as she
explained when she called to
borrow money on the strength
of her job, but it, was handling
food, and she's been knocking
over glasses of milk and
dropping cups since she was one,
so we figure she's been fired.
But there's a, beautiful
alternative to the overseas trip.
In a letter to weekly editors, I
suggested I might hire a trailer
this summer. The response was
overwhelming, though I wasn't
fishing for invitations, just
warning them, so that they
could get out of town.
Alberta steaks, Nova Scoatia
sea-food and rum, tuna fishing
off beautiful Isle Madame, Cape
Breton. And a dozen others,
offering everything from
accommodations to libations.
Can't you see me with a
six-hundred-pound tuna on the
other end of a line?
Hope we can make some of
them. It may just be the best
summer yet, despite the fact
that they're tinkering around
with The First of July,
Reading today about the
strange career of a bloke named
George Low, I've been
wondering if there might not be
golden opportunities for his kind
of consultant in fields other than
golf.
An ex-champion who no
longer plays competitively,
George now 'follows the
professionals on "the gold trail."
He makes a comfortable living, it
seems, simply by giving advice to
players who have fallen into that
evil condition known as "the
putting slump."
Gripped by the tremors and
vapors, the mightiest of the
par-busters are said to turn
desperately to George for help.
It is his simple job to
demonstrate the principles of
the putting stroke and to shore
up their sagging confidence with
cajolery, praise and lies.
"The slump" is, of course, a
familiar phenomenon in
athletics, often an inexplicable
combination of hard luck and a
dulling of the fine edge of
rhythm and co-ordination.
In sports it is a recognized
affliction that usually invites
sympathy. Yet almost any other
public performer — actor,
concert pianist, architect,
lecturer, writer, clergyman — can
expect only hostile criticism
I'm afraid my future in this
hip, swinging world is bound to
be dull, dull, dull.
To listen to the "in" people
these days, the turned-on world
of the future will depend on
mind-expanding drugs like pot,
speed and LSD for inspiration
and jubilation. Well it looks like
I'll always just be a square — or
is it square to. say square in this
Modern terminology,
Of course that won't be
anything especially new, One of
the reasons I'd never make it
with marijuana is that I never
even made it with good
old-fashioned, clean-cut,
all-Canadian cigarettes. Only
once did I ever tangle with the
weed, and I lost rather
should he, too, fall into a
transient period when he's
operating below his peak.
From what I've been able to
observe the symptoms seem •
much the ;ame in every calling.
There's a sort of freezing process
that temporarily chills any
natural ability or experience. It
can be the coldest day, week or
month of the year.
I know of no conscientious
writer, for example, who hasn't
at some time or other rolled a
virgin sheet of copy paper into
his machine and sat there, as if
clubbed between the horns,
utterly certain that he has
absolutely nothing to say, ever,
again.
Like the professional golfer's
round marred by three-putt
greens or the famous slugger's
hitless day at the plate, this
initial, involuntary disaster may
lead to a more permanent,
self-induced catastrophe that
comes through a loss of
confidence.
Confidence isn't everything,
of course, but without it all
other strengths or skills are
helpless. You can't fake
confidence. You can't command
it sternly to return when it has
abandoned you. You can't
substitute mere insouciance or
indifference for it. You have it
disgracefully. That was when I
was about five years old.
My father, a veteran hacker
from way back, was puffing
away on a home-rolled cigarette
while working around the farm.
He handed me his cigarette so he
could have both hands free for a
particularly difficult bit of work.
Standing there, cigarette in
hand, I was unable to resit - the
temptation, I put it to my lips,
inhaled, choked, gasped,
wheezed and got a hot ash in my
eye to boot. About the closest
I've come to a cigarette since
was at some of those parties
where smokers try to asphyxiate
non-smokers.
As for trying the drug taken
with a needle, I develop a rash at
or you don't and if you don't
the putts don't go down, the ball
isn't in the bleachers, the words
don't line up on paper as they
should.
The living hell of is that it is
so cumulative, Often one failure
piles upon another until "the
slump" has run its course and, as
mysteriously as it came, leaves.
What every man needs, really,
is his own George Low to ease
the particular dilemma of being
lost in horse latitudes of his own
making.
The trouble is that, unlike the
athelete, the average man's
periods of failure.''are-seldom a
matter of public concern or
compassion and must be
endured with patient loneliness,
too proud to call for help, too
hopeful that nobody will notice
or care that we're temporarily in
trouble.
Yet how often just such
consolation as that offered by
George Low would be the
instant solution! The calming
advice of a little adjustment
here, a little adjustment there,
the reassuring voice of the
observer, Might bring back
confidence for yet another day.
And, 'come to think of it, I
wonder what George Low does
when he-gets in His slump?
Keith Roulston
the mere thought of getting a
booster shot. And to me hash is
still something made with
leftover roast beef.
So you can see my future is
hopeless, but then as I said
earlier, that's really nothing new.
The old-time elixer, demon rum,
has never really been my
favourite vice either. Not to say
I've never taken a drink, just
that if the bars depended on my
patronage the Hotel Clinton
wouldn't be on Cloud Nine.
Thus my inspiration will have
to continue to stern from the
fact that without ideas
wouldn't have a job and without
a job I wouldn't eat. As for my
jubilation, how about a nice
rousing game of checkers.
From our early files is not available
Mostly in fun
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JULY 7 to 13 INCLUSIVE
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