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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News-Record, 1972-07-20, Page 4Editorial maw; t t What's a oational crisis? National crises in Canada are funny things. What one person considers an emergency of great importance has little effect on another person. A good example is the recent debate over the transportation of oil from the Atli& by U.S. Whether it comes down the Mackenzie Valley in a pipeline or whether it's shipped down the British Columbia coast seems to have hardly raised a yawn in most of Canada. The federal government has poured thousands of dollars and many man hours into seeing that all the problems are ironed out before any work takes place. On the other hand, however, what the government takes as a joke the rest of Canada is up in arms about. The subject of course, is hockey. Here it is the middle of summer and everybody is talking as if the Stanley Cup was being played. The upcoming tournament between Canada and Russia has got more print in newspapers and more discussion around the supper table than any single event in Canada in the last few years. Canadians from coast to coast have demanded that the federal government step in and tell Hockey Canada, which is controlled by the N.H.L., to let Bobby Hull play. At first Prime Minister Trudeau said no and then, under pressure, reluctantly agreed to talk to the parties. But now Clarence Campbell and the N.H.L. say it's none of his business. We disagree, Canada has become the laughing stock of the world. While Russia has been allowed to beat our third rate amateurs with a professional team, government sat back and allowed the International Ice Hockey Federation to walk all over us. And when we do stand a chance of beating the Russians at our own game, the N.H.L. won't let all of our best players participate, It's time we stood up and were counted. If the Russians are beaten the N,H.L. will take all the credit. If the Russians beat us, the N.H.L. will say Canada was defeated. It's time the money mongers in the National Hockey League were put in their place. Strangelg Unconcerned "It's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there!", The latest issue of Maclean's Magazine contains a story that set a good many Canadians well back on their heels. A former non- commissioned officer with many years of service in the Royal Canadian Mounted Pol ice declared in bold print that the Mounties are not all heroes. He painted a picture of an autocratic force, geared not to the protection of all that is finest in our fair land, but principally to blind adherence to a set of out-dated regulations. He accused the men in red of everything from a quota conviction system to manhandling their prisoners, No intelligent reader would take this one writer's word as the truth without hearing the other side of the story, It is inevitable that in an age when all the old standards are being questioned, someone would take a swing at the all-but-sacred image of the federal police. Perhaps the man who made the "disclosures" has a long-standing beef—or perhaps, on the other hand, his accusations are true. The amazing consequence of the entire affair is the attitude of Hon. Jean-Pierre Goyer, the minister responsible for the RCMP before Parliament. Interviewed on television about his thoughts and response to the story, he casually admitted that he was not deeply concerned—and believe it or not, said he had not read all of the article in question. The accusations contained in the magazine story were of a very serious nature. If they are untrue, even in part, the minister would do well to be explicit in his denials. If, on the other hand, any of the charges are true, he has a problem of the first magnitude on his hand's. Any police organization contains the seeds of totalitarianism. The nature of police work is such that the public cannot demand total knowledge of all operations. The necessary rightto keep their own secrets tends to develop into a stance before the public which denies the taxpayers any right to question police activities. One has only to read the facts of the shocking power of the FBI to realize what can happen to an effective pol ice force and its director. Perhaps the Mounties are as pure as the driven snow—but despite all their glamor and rigid manliness they are employees of the people of Canada—not their masters. As such their records must be open to the legally constituted representatives of the people. Mr. Goyer had better look into all the nooks and crannies.— Wingham Advance Times Cottage mania One of the longer weekends of my vacation - so very long, in fact, that I feared it could never end - was spent at a genuine, self- proclaimed summer resort, the kind of place where all the cottages are named Jolly Times or Shangri-la or Bide-a-Wee or worse. I think it was about exactly 20 hours after our arrival, 20 hours of observing and listening to the sights and sounds of the placei that a great revelation came upon me, to wit: Nowhere, under any conceivable conditions of communal living, do people hate each other so absolutely as at a summer resort. Instantly, having stumbled on this hitherto unrecognized Summer Resort Syndrome, I lay back with my eyes closed and listened to the cumulative sound that arose about me, a querulous, petulant keening of complaints . and threats, half way between a Hindu mass lament and the war council of a particular ferocious tribe of Amazon head-hunters. "I get the feeling that there may be people slain here at any moment," Itold my wife, raising myself with an effort on one elbow. "You, perhaps," my wife replied, in perfect harmony with the prevailing atmosphere of miserableness and I decided not to risk the oath that sprang readily to my lips. Any rudimentary glossary of the shouts to be heard within this resort's boundaries would, I 'c believe, Contain a mean content of vehemence and acidity, seldom heard outside a barracks for military policeman. Separating individual remarks from the overall babble of recriminations one may hear, for example, the shrill voices of harassed women calling variously to their men-folk or their offspring a variety of ultimata, "You get in here this minute or I'll thrash you within an inch of your life .,, I told you not to bring that fish head in here .., Will you, for God's sake, keep that door closed ,.. Out! Everybody out! ... This very minute, you hear? .,." A weekend worth losing THE CLINTON NEW ERA Amalgamated THE HURON NEWS-RECORD Established 1865 1924 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) "Canatta, $8.,00 per year; $9,50 JAMES E. P1T2G5RALD—Editor J., HOWARD AITKEN — General Manager Published every Thursday at the heart of Huron County' Mittbh, Ontario Population 3,47$ THE HOME Or RADAR IN CANADA 4—Clinton News-Record, Thursday, July 20, 1972 Letter s.... to the Editor There's nothing quite like a summer in Canada. We have that winter that just goes on and on and on. Then, suddently, about the first of June, it's spring, The temperature soars, the grass grows violently and we kick off our rubbers with gay abondon. Two weeks later, everybody has a cold, the roses are nipped by the frost, the furnace is still rumbling, and the weatherman announces triumphantly that Wiarton or someplace had an all- time over-night low of 40 degrees on the umpteenth of June, By the time this appears in print, we'll probably be gasping for breath and wondering when this unprecedented heat wave will end, Don't worry; it will. Just about the time you start to get the poisonous, uiees of winter soaked Out of you, And then it will be fall, and idiots like me will be writing columns about that refreshing nip in the air. Nip inthe air. Holy old Ilughie! There was so much nip in the air early this summer that a Chap Scarcely needed a nip of anything Oise. Oh, well, !guess it's better than living in the sweltering heat of Israel or Egypt, Though it certainly isn't any safer, as those who have been on the highways recently will attest, Why does my wife remind me of a, flicker? A flicker is a bird with a red top-knot, We have one in our backyard every summer. It flops out of a cedar tree, or maybe heaven, and flickers away all over the grass, sometimes within feet of us. I think it's a flicker, though I'm no expert. I can tell a robin from a sea gull, on a clear day, and that's about it. Well, why does she? She doesn't have a red knot, But she acts like a flicker, The bird runs across the grass at a great rate. It stops, looks about, bangs its beak into the ground about twelve times, repeats the process for some period, then flies off suddenly in all directions, for no apparent reason, And that's why my wife reminds me of a flicker. That's how our vaunted holidays began this year, I had one day off after ten months in the sausage factory. It was a Saturday which I have off every week anyway. It seems we had to go and see our daughter, the bride, Right away. Holiday weekend,. with all the horror that entails, but never mind, Wedding pictures, Late gifts. How IS she? Is the marriage working out? Motel room? het like a flicker banging away at the grubs in the ground, I was caught by surprise, just as a grub is by a flicker, No money and the banks were dosed, The car needed a muffler. I needed about three days of intensive care, During the same 24 hours, the flicker had phoned friends of ours who'd invited us down to lie around their pool. She had agreed that as soon as we had spent a day or two with the bride, we'd go straight to their place, The bride is about 70 miles north, in the resort area, through hairy traffic, The friends lie about 85 miles south, through hairy traffic trying to get north, No problem. The flicker's, mate does the driving. And right in the midst of all this flickering, who calls Unto see if I Want to go Out bass fishing but my old friend, Capt, Dalt Hudson. I'll give you three guesses. Where do you think I wanted to go? Well, we flickered off, north. Nice day, Traffic just below Manic level, Arrived late, Great dinner with new-.in-laws, Motel room Surrounded by green with falls rushing in background, Idyllic. Next day, cold. Motel toilet backing op. Kids visited. Went for chilly swim in lake, Blew kids to terrific smorgasbord at hotel, Drove them home to apartment with mother cat and four kittens. Mother flicker somewhat horrified, Invited kids to lunch next day at motel. Immediate 10 YEARS AGO THURSDAY, JULY 19, 1962 The graduate nurses of the Clinton Public Hospital held their annual picnic on Sunday, July 8 at acceptance. Midnight. Temperature about 52, Couldn't get motel window closed. Romantic falls now sounding like locomotive in trouble, .Next morning.motel room just above freezing, Cold wind. Rain, Tottered up to main lodge for coffee, Discovered no lunch served Sundays and holidays. Kids arrive noon, starving. Give them two breadsticks stolen from table night before, Atmosphere cool, Mother flicker starts pecking grubs again. Grubs are kids. Kids resent being grubs, Show us their "Studio." Have conned government into $7,000 art program me, Looks intelligent but don't ask Me to explain it. Forms, colours, Shapes. Finally, head for home in rain and bumper-to-bumper, No breakfast, No hind, No brains, Nothing but intense desire to see normal abode of habitation, Arrive, Collapse. Faintly revived by hot soup, Sleep thirteen hones, Up this morning to find owe toilet backing up (or is it a dream?), vac u um cleaner on blink, and mother flicker already making new plans for further forays. Aren't you sorry you aren't a School teacher, with all those "holidays'"? Seaforth Lions Park. Twenty-two of the 51 graduates attended. Husbands and children increased the number to 68. The highlight of the afternoon was viewing photographs of all the graduation classes, which were displayed courtesy of Miss Sinclair, A native of the Barbados, British West Indies, Flight Lieutenant Samuel Malcolm Estwick retired from the R.C.A.F. recently. 15 YEARS AGO THURSDAY, JULY 18, 1957 Speaking of gardens, and of course one does, if a summer cottage is not handy to go and relax in, a tour which would be well worth one's while, is through Little England. There can be seen the gardens of Maurice Bateman and his neighbours, and the whole is a lovely sight, Petunias at the Post Office deserve special mention, too, Though we may not have hanging flowerpots on the imposts as Wingham does, we can be quite proud of the good showing the posies in the window boxes are making. 25 YEARS AGO THURSDAY, JULY 17, 1947 The Post Office is bravely flying the new Canadian ensign, This is the first time that a flag other than the Union Jack has flown from there. Twenty-one more men have arrived from the west to help With the harvest. The first junior camp of 82 children (age 9 to I 2) is under full swing at the Heron Church Camp, three miles smith of Hayfield. Ted Southgate, Seaford' is director, Among those attending are Joyce Hawkins and Mary Scribbles. Bert Gliddon intends the budding of a Modern dry cleaning and pressing establishment on King Street. In the general hue of children crying or calling out piteously for help as they're swept to sea on inflated rubber toys shaped like giraffes one finds it difficult to isolate any particular hollering, but all through our interminable weekend I heard the voice of one woman calling a child named Felix. "Feeeeeee-lix." her voice would be heard above'the babble and, a little later. Fe-iiimenxe" • It will haunt me to my dying day. Was Felix ever found and, if so, were both his arms broken by his mother, a threat nakedly implied in the tone of her voice? The crying, itself, begins shortly after dawn and continues unabated until the first notes of the wood-owl, Every variety of weeping known to man - pain, anger, frustration revenge and the long, quavering sobs of sheer orneriness - are wafted upon the soft summer air, as constant and manic as the twanging of electric guitars frpm 14,000 transistor radios. If there is a hell, one thinks, this is the way it will be, 40 YEARS AGO THURSDAY, JULY 21, 1932 Major Malcolm D. McTaggart passed away on July 14 at the age of 59 years. He had some years before presented the Clinton Hospital Board with the old McTaggart residence next to his own home on Shipley Street for use as a hospital, Col. II, B. Combo has been appointed president of the South Huron Liberal-Conservative Association, C. W, Draper' heads the local branch, J. W, Jowett, president of the Bayfield Golf and Country Club, scored a net of 60 at that group's invitation tourney thus topping all competitors, 55 YEARS AGO THURSDAY, JULY 19, 1917 Clinton citizens have been busy raising money for the Red Cross, A businessman's tea was held which netted $95, and the sale of flags brought in $454, societies contributed $677, The Kiltie band, which paraded in uniform on the Wesley Church lawn where the tea It is in the relationship of child- to-child that the hate shows itself in its purest, most diabolical form for there is nowhere in the" world that can equal a summer camp for adolescent malevolence. In the great swarm of small fry it is almost impossible to find any two who seem intent on anything short of homicide. One thinks sadlyegthe bygone image of youth in the vacation month, of the imagined bliss of the long, hot, happy, summers of times gone by, as one notes the typical dialogue of two sweet playmates. "You shut up, ya hear?" "Try and make me. You shut up." "Yeah? You want a fat lip?" -Yeah'? You want a fat lip?" So it goes, all up and down the shore in the interminable jousting of tiny tots who are at each other's throats throughout their waking hours, "Do you realize," I told my wife, "that this resort is on the very edge of anarchy'?" "Oh, shut up," she said. was served, gave $10, Donations to the "French Fund" amounted to $100. Sequel to a liquor theft last week: the grip was found by Dr. Hyndman, complete with contents. It had apparently been left on the running board of a car and had fallen off. Regulations have been changed to reduce the age limit for drivers to 16. 75 YEARS AGO WEDNESDAY, JULY 21, 1897 Ben Webb Jr, has disposed of his bill boards in town to Frank Evans, who will in future control them. Mr. Evans will pay special attention to this class of work, and all parties interested should consult him. Saturday morning a team of horses owned by Mr. Chas. McIntosh of Hullett started from Cantelon Bros. store on Albert Street, made a circuit dash and head for home in Hullett, Mr, John Bailey happened to be on his way to town and captured the team opposite Snell's, There was no damage. Dear Editor: As a resident of Bayfield a also .a parent, I would like highly commend Km, Presbyterian Church in Bayfle for their foresight in allowing ft use of their church basement for Coffee House for the summer. Over 100 young adults and n So young adults gathered over th weekend to listen to music and associate with one another in a atmosphere of Christie fellowship. A very special word of praise the student minister, Mr, Lloy Clifton and youth co-ordinato Mr. Doug Allen, who are direct responsible for overseeing arranging and guiding these young people in a first for our village I have spoken to many of the young people who frequent tht Coffee House and they have a veer high regard for Mr. Clifton am Mr. Allen and feel, as I do, tha this venture is one of the things Bayfield has needed for a long time. Their untiring efforts and work with these young people should not, go unnoticed. 1 am not a member of Knox Presbyterian Church but felt in my own humble way that some mention should he made of the tremendous work being done by these two outstanding gentlemen. Jack 13. Sturgeon Hayfield, Ont, Dear Sir: In letter published to Editor by C. F. Barney on July 13, 1972 I would like to reply as it is written in God's Word. First John 2:22—Who is a liar but he that denieth that Jesus is the Christ? He is antichrist that denieth the Father and the Son. Verse 23—Whosoever denieth the Son the same !lath not the Father: but he that acknowledged' the Son bath the Father also. First John 5:7—For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father the word and the Holy Ghost, and these three are one. Verse 8—And there are three that bear witness in earth, the Spirit and the water and the blood, and these three agree in one. Verse 9—If we receive the witness of men, the witness of God is greater: for this is the witness of , God which he testified of his Son. John 1:1,2—In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, And the word was God, The same was in the beginning with God. Verse 3—All things were made by Him and without Win was not anything made that was made. Verse 14—And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth. John 8:42—Jesus said unto them, If God were your Father, ye would love me: for I proceeded forth and came from God; neither came I of myself but he sent me. Verse 43—Why do ye not understand my speech? Even because ye cannot hear my word, Verse 44—Ye are of your 'Father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning and abode not in truth BECAUSE there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it. • First Cor. 2:14—But the natural man received' not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, BECAUSE they are spiritually discerned, Matt. 12:36—But I say unto you that every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of Judgment. Verse 37—For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned. Proverbs 9:0—Give instruction to a wisemau, and he will be yet wiser: teach a just man, and he will increase in learning. Verse 10:The fear' of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding. Proverbs 28:26—He that trusted' in his own heart is a fool, but whose walked) wisely, shall be delivered. Thank you for publishing God's word, Winnifred V. Switzer Hayfield,