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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News-Record, 1973-11-22, Page 4The most expensive profession It's getting tougher and tougher for a young person these days to enter a profession. With the skyrocketing costs of education and living, many of the less financially but brilliant persons of our younger set are finding it nearly im- possible to enter any profession, be it law or medicine, to mention a few. But to many people's surprise, the most experfeive profession in Canada to enter is farming. It tops them all as far as , costs are concerned. According to an article in the Novem- ber 16 issue of the Financial Post, star- ting a farm now costs an average of $76,500 and ifs going to get even more expensive. Professor G. R. Winter, head of the department of agricultural economics at the University of British Columbia told the recent Canadian Bankers Association conference in Winnipeg that capital requirements for the average Canadian farm rose to that figure from $27,389 in 1961 and $44,258 in 1966. To make the picture even more dismal for potential farmers, Prof. Winter said that debt, as a proportion of total farm assets, rose from 9.5 percent in 1960 to 20.8 percent in 1970. The number of operating farms has been dropping at the rate of two percent a year from 1941, one reason why fewer farmers are being forced to grow more food. Prof. Winter also predicted an in- creasing proportion of part-time farmers, some attracted by high commodity prices and others attracted by interest in a rural environment and a different lifestyle. Russell Harrison, president of the Canadian Bankers Association had earlier predicted that the total outstan- ding farm credit would likely triple within the next decade and the average invest- ment in a farm will grow to more than $100,000 by 1980, There can be no doubt, then, that for these kind of investments, farm prices must be higher. No farmer in his right mind would invest $100,000 and see more than 20 percent of it owing nearly const- antly. Those kind of figures also spell doom, we think, to the family farm concept which has been fast dying in the last ten years anyhow. Who among our young people, if they didn't inherit, would go into farming that requires a $100,000 outlay. Most young people wouldn't have the power to borrow it, and those that did would be debt ridden for nearly their entire working lives. Both the federal and provincial gover- nments have farm credit systems, but none really serve the purpose - getting more young people into farming. Unless both govefriments get their heads together soon and come up with a logical solution, family farming in Canada is doomed and along with it, a whole way of life. The great internationalist Do Canadians tend to honour their that blood banks be brought right on the own countrymen only after they are ac- battlefield. In China, in one emergency claimed in other countries? The respect in the field, he gave 300 CC's of his own and esteem which all Chinese feel for blood to a wounded man. Later he for- Canada and Canadians is due to one med ,a volunteer team to persuade the man, a Canadian surgeon, whom all masses to give blood regularly. He died China reveres because he sacrificed his of septicaemia due to an infection in- life in service to their country during curred when he Cut his hand while China's war with Japan in 1938. In every operating in the battle area without formal Chinese speech of welcome to gloves. visiting Canadian groups, the statement Today, in Shichiachung (pronounced is invariably made: "We are happy to Sha-dra-jen) in China's Hopei Province, welcome any fellow countryman of Nor- an impressive hospital complex of many man Bethune, the Great Internationalist buildings with 90 department and and friend of .the Chinese people". providing 900 beds stands as a fitting Yet -- until various delegations and Memorial to .this Canadian doctor. athletes visiting Canada asked to see Known as Dr. Norman Bethune Memorial the r;,0111.40K9i LOAPTIrlail PC0.9.,PP:Jr) • PcT,P#gtA 171.9RPWittiWtr,P4tfgrn9r€04.!"1 Bracebridge, Ontario at least 90 percent 140,000 patients over the years and today of Canadians had never heard of him serves as the surgical centre for three and certainly felt no need to especially Chinese provinces. honour his name. For this Canadian In a specially dedicated Memorial doctor, son of a Methodist minister, Cemetery in Shichiachung, Dr. known here chiefly for his innovative Bethune's body lies buried in an im- treatment of chest diseases and his work pressive tomb, with his statue rising among the poor of Montreal -- was cer- above it to remind the many Chinese tainly a nonconformist in every sense of visitors that this is the resting place of the word. He served in the Spanish Civil the man who loved China enough to War with the Loyalists, where he insisted sacrifice his life for it. (contributed) Sugar and Spice/By Bill Smiley Winter makes us mad men MN In IIII The Jack Scott Column - daYikOr 40000aJdd KAMM The welcomed baby From our early files . • • • • • Member, Canadian Community Newspaper Association Member, Ontario Weekly Newspaper Meocistion ITILE CLINTON NEW ERA Established 1865 Amalgamated 1924 THE HURON NEWS-RECORD Established 1881 Published every Thursday at Clinton, Ontario Editor Jame. E. Fltzwirlika General Manager, J. Howard Aitken Second Class Mall registration no. 0817 I 4i* "713 HUB OF HURON CO6NtY 4.—CLINTON NEWS-RECORD, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1970 Canadians take a perverse pleasure, I'll swear, in the per- versity of their country's climate. Give them a sunny, open win- ter, as we had last year, and they scowl. "Yeah, 'sbeen a good winter, but we'll probably have a cold, wet summer." Give them a beau,tiful, hot, dry summer, as we had this year, and they grumble. "We need rain. Country's all dried up. It'll likely rain all fall." Give them a fine, warm, sunny fall, as we had this year, and they hint darkly. "Yup. `Snice, but we'll pay for it. Any day now y' c'n get out the shovel." And when it finally does begin to snow and blow, as it has around here without cease for the past thirty hours, there's a sort of weird pride in the remarks. "Well, we hadda expect 'er. Haven't even got muh snow, tires on. But I got the snowmobile all tuned up. Turrible about the increase in oil," There's no increase in oil, unfortunately, only in oil prices. This winter, we may go back, as a nation, to long johns with collapsible seats. There's a sort of obscene triumph in the way your average Canadian stomps in out of the first blizzard of the year. Snorting, hacking, puf- fing, running at the nose, he roars cheerfully, "Izzen that a corker? Looks like we're in for it, Weatherman says there's more coming. Indians say it's gonna be the worst winter in years." And an endless series of anecdotes: couldn't get 'er star- ted this morning; never thought I'd make the hill, And, chuckling with pride, "Haven't even got the damned storm windas on." This warped and diabolic gaiety in the face of what is bound to be one of the most crushing experiences possible, five months of stark, staring winter, makes nc.: shudder for the sanity of my compatriots. Pakistanis and West Indians who shiver and turn purple every day for six months, must think we are a nation of mad- men, when they first arrive in Canada. We are among the most vulnerable people in the world, when it comes to the vagaries of nature. And I am one of the most vulnerable people in Canada, when it comes to win- ter. I hate it, and it hates me. There are some people who love winter. Rotten little kids, for example. They greet the first snow with sheer delight, roll around in it, and the more it snows, the happier they are. I can scarce forbear from belting them when they chortle, "Wow! Wasn't that a dandy snow, Mr. Smiley?" And then there are the win- ter sports idiots. When the skiers and the' snowmobilers look out the window and croon, "Just look at that lovely white stuff", I cou''.d kick them in the groin without compunction. On the other hand, there are the elderly., Winter is almost literally murder, for them. No gardening, no flowers, no gentle walks in the sunshine, Instead, it means holing up, with the ever-present spectre of pneumonia, or a slip on icy streets and a broken hip, or just the long, savage nights and the Short bleak days. Not much fun there. And then there are the or- dinary, sensible people like me. We know that winter is a vicious brute with about as much of the quality of mercy in it as there was in Attila the Hun. Take curling. It is my only winter outlet, aside from shovelling snow, and scraping ice off the windshield with my fingernails, and cursing winter, Last night, after taking a year off the curling with a broken toe, I returned to the roarin' game. Early November. Looked forward to a pleasant game. Good weather, good skip. Had to curl at nine p.m: in- stead of seven. Drove to the rink in a blizzard. Nearly cracked up on the ice in the parking lot. Lost the game. Got home at midnight, every bone in my body screaming, "Rape!" Take my leaves. There are four inches of oak leaves in the back yard, covered by eight in- ches of frozen snow. My lawn chairs are still out, looking like forlorn relics of an ice age. And my storm windows aren't on. This is the most unkindest cut of all, And don't think my wife isn't cutting the up about it. Most unkindly. A politically astute political party, which wishes to per- petuate itself in perpetuity, as it were, would introduce a bill in parliament, packing all the old people and the sensible people, off to South Africa or somewhere every winter. The savings in fuel alone, in these energy-crisis days, would pay for the jaunt. Leave the whole barren waste to the kids, and the whi- ter sports fiends, And let THEM pay the taxes, for a change. First of .all, Frank, my congratulattons on becoming a father of one. Maybe away down deep you're sorry it was a girl? Most men seem to hanker subcon- sciously for an heir. J guess J did myself. I remember looking at' that first stranger through the glass across that same crowded nursery you've been haunting these past two days. Like yours, she was flying those pink identification pennants. "You've a beautiful daughter," the nurse said, which was only the truth. "Yes," J agreed. "He is a beauty, isn't he?" But, Frank, if you've any secret regrets that he's a girl 10 YEARS AGO Nov. 28, 1963 Three new candidates were announced for the positions of Bayfield village trustees. This makes a total of six running with the three present trustees running again. The present members are Fred Arkell, Ir- vine Pease and Leroy Poth. The new candidates are Lloyd Makins, Frank McFaddin and Frank Peters. An airman from RCAF Clin- ton, B. Huffman, who lives on Huron Road, Goderich, was just as elated as the Hamilton Tiger Cats when the Grey Cup game ended in Vancouver, Saturday. He held the winning score in the Clinton Lions an- nual draw and walked off with $500 for his 21-10 ticket in favour of the Eastern team. William Biggart, Cutter Street, Clinton, was presented with a 60-year jewel by the Clinton Oldfellows Lodge last Thursday evening. Mr. George Lindsay and Mr. Cass Thoinpson, Paris, spent a couple of days with Mr. Lind- say's mother, Mrs. George Lin- dsay q Bayfield. Mr Jack Yeo, of Holniesville has returned to her home after spending a week with Mr. and Mrs. Bert Clif- ford and David, in Weston. A herd owned by Lawrence Baxter and William Turton, of R.R. 5 Goderich, won top honours at the annual meeting of the Huron County Holstein Club in Blyth. They received four honour certificates and a production certificate for the best herd with more than 20 records accomplished. 25 YEARS AGO November 25, 1948 Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bell, Goderich, were the guests of their family at a dinner party at the home of their son-in-law and daughter on the occasion of their 45th wedding anniver. sary, It was a double miniver• sary as the day also marked the first anniversary of the birth of Douglas Proctor, great- grandson of Mr. and Mrs. Bell, Ellwood Epps shot a large moose up in the vicinity of Lake Nipigon, north of Fort William. The moose weighed 1,250 pounds before dressing and measured about 12 feet from tip to tip. The horns them- selves measured 50 inches. They also got two nice deer on his trip. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Ellwood left Tuesday for their home in Macklin, Sask., after spending the past five weeks with the for- mer's brother and sister-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Ellwood and other relatives in Clinton. Mr. and Mrs. John A. Sutter and Mr. and Mrs. Benson Sut- ter visited on Sunday with the former's mother in Stratford. Mr. and Mrs. John Etue, Blue Water Highway, Stanley Township, celebrated their •fif- tieth wedding anniversary at a family dinner held at the home of their son, Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Etue, near Seaforth. Their family consists of three daughters, four sons and twelve grandchildren. For fifty years they have resided on their farm on the Blue Water Highway. 50 YEARS AGO November 28, 1923 Miss Elva Mustard spent the holidays at the home of some friends in Stratford for the last few days, Miss Mary Walden of Ripley was the guest of her brother, Rev. A.V. and Mrs. Walden at the Parsonage on Thanksgiving Day. Mrs. James Livermore of town and Mrs. Fred Leonard of Goderich Township motored to Toronto last week to visit their sons, who are students at 'Var- sity, Mr. Colin Lawson of Glen- worth has bought the farm of Mr, Ernest Townshend on the sixth concession and Will take possession in time to put in next year'S crop. Miss .Gladys Smith of Toronto was the Weekend guests of Miss Jule Bartliff of Books, of course, are almost no help at all. The growing up of little girls, as Emily Dickin- son once put it, is unconveyed, like melody or witchcraft. But, as they say at the ball park, you can't tell the players without a program, and these books are as close as anything you're likely to discover. Notice particularly the paragraph I've marked called "Growth Sequences". Note where it says, "More goes on in their development than frankly meets the eye! There are alter- natives of relative equilibrium and of transitional disequilibrium as well as...." Perhaps you're going to be too busy now to study this. What it means is simply that' you didn't just get one daughter. You got a matched set all in the one package. This Clinton, Mrs. T. Venner, of the Base Line, purchased the cottage of Mr. Wilson Eagleson, on Rat- tenburg Street, last Saturday. She will take possession sometime in the near future. Major R.R. Sloan took seven prizes for apples at the Royal Show at Toronto last week. Charles Parker returned on Saturday from the West. He was accompanied by his daughter-in-law Mrs. Chris Parker and his three grand- children who are going to stay the winter here. 75 YEARS AGO November 25, 1898 Ten years ago, Nat. Sunder- cock rented the farm of Henry Lear, Hullett, and his lease was to, expire shortly. Mr. Lear was so well pleased with Mr. Sun- dercock's management of the 125 acre farm that he renewed Mr. Sundercock's lease for another seven years. There was a busy day here last week owing to a large ship- ment of four cars of live hogs and two cars of live turkeys and another of dead mixed fowl for the English market. "phase" thing is something you've got to be prepared for, It is like finding all fifty-seven varieties in the one container. One day she'll be a little monster, rejecting you, utterly anti-social. Be- patient, Frank. It, passes. She'll shed it just as she sheds her milk teeth. Almost overnight the little stinker will be the little angel. That's the way it is. Mysterious. She'll go through a sequence of independence, leaving you as empty as a shell on the high beach. Don't go away. Wait for her. She'll be back. That's the one thing to remember, Frank. They always come back to what they need. You'll hear it said that girls are their mothers' children, that a father never really gets close to them. Take it from a three-timer, Frank, there's nothing to it. The trade for the English markets is on the increase and evidently beneficial to the far- ming community. While a lady who lives in this vicinity happened recently to be standing on a station platform at Cleveland, she was ap- proached by a gentleman who asked her where she came from. She replied "from Clinton, Canada." Being asked then if she knew a certain well-known resident of Clinton, she replied that she did, on which the stranger handed her his card, with the request that it should be given to a person in town, to whom he wished to be remem- bered. The card read "Col. D.L. Sills," and the individual is well remembered as a former grain buyer at Brucefield; he also ran for Parliament for' the south riding of Huron. He did not have the "Col." to his name then. Farm population in Canada decreased from 1961 when it was 12 percent of the country's total population to seven per- cent in 1971. we get letters • Happy Dear Editor Things here at Huronview, am happy to say Are going along in a very good way, And with the environment that • Huronview ear, give, There is no place in Canada better to live. Whoever named Huronview, named it well, It is situated on a high elevation of ground just outside of the central town of Clinton, with a wonderful view of the countrys,ide. To the west can be seen a marvelous view of the wooded hills with their evergreens and maples pointing towards the sky, and when the sun creeps up in the east each morning to throw light over the landscape, especially when the white frost is -sparkling on the tree tops, a picture that no human artist can duplicate can be seen. Our big front, as we call it, has all been landscaped, seeded, and planted with 300 evergreens and shrubs,- with winding paved walkways throughout the grounds. It all gives promise of a lovely park, where residents will be able to entertain friends and others. This past season has been very favorable, for which we should all give thanks. The flowerbeds and the borders have bloomed profusely until late October. We also have a sad note to report. Scarcely a week passes but one or two of our friends passes onto their reward, and others come to take their place. Our genial director, Mr. Taylor, has been laid aside in hospital for some time. We are all keeping our fingers crossed for Bob's recovery and return to duty, hence this narrative by your scribe, Hank. Drop in and see us some time. Henry Leishman Huronview Stamps Dear Editor, Especially at Christmas time, I think of all the used postage stamps.. that are needlessly discarded. These seemingly worthless articles, from any country, are sold in bulk by the Scarboro Fathers, to stamp dealers, to help finance mission projects throughout the world. In 10 months J have received over 100 lbs. of cancelled postage stamps, in small quan- tities, in very large quantities, from schools, service clubs, companies, individuals, etc. They add up quickly if everyone collects them for me. It hardly takes a second to rip the used postage stamps off of an envelope leaving a bit of paper around it. This can be YOUR way of helping the world's poor without costing YOU a lot of time or money. Please send (by "Third Class" Mail) or bring all yoUr cancelled postage stamps, anytime of the year to: Mrs. R. M. Chmay 230 Jarvis Street Fort' Erie, Ontario or Mrs. J. C. Lawrence 6782 Dorchester Road Niagara Falls, Ontario Thank You, R.M. Chmay News-Record readers are en- couraged to express their opinions In letters to the editor, however, such opinions do not necessarily represent the opinions of the News-Record. Pseudonyms may be used by letter writers, but no letter will be published unless it can be verified by phone. way now, but in the years to come you'll realize that Ann presented you with a seven- pound, two-ounce hobby. For years and years all my mor- nings began with mysterious feminine talk. So will yours. Take hair, now. Hair to you and me is just hair. With girls it is a way of life. There are fourteen thousand things that can be done with it and only one right thing. You'll learn to be a mute and tolerant spec- tator and, above all, you'll never be logical or amusing on the subject. Their sense of humor has a blind spot, Frank, when it comes to hair, especially if it is in the early hours of the morning. forget them right away. I can I'm mailing you two Jrayed new fascinating life-opening for "The First Five Years of Life" you. and the other is called "The You won't think of it this Child From Five to Ten."