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Clinton News-Record, 1974-12-24, Page 4From our early files. . • • • • 'Singing leap Before I make my report on the Singing Leap Method of Get- ting Up in the Morning, an experiment, which has shaken our happy home to its very foundations, I should perhaps fill you in on the background. Irving Berlin might have had me in mind when he wrote, "Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning." Like my father before me I am a classic case of the Slow Awakener. The process of getting up requires great delicacy and slow motion or I leave the sheets with the snarl of a lion and may not be spoken to' safely before noon. My father used to have two alarm clocks beside his bed. One would go off at 6 a.m. This had the effect of bringing him to the threshold of consciousness and provided a warning, that he had a half hour to prepare himself for grim reality. The second and louder of the two went off at six-thirty. He would then roll over until seven when my mother awakened him. , Both clocks ware cunningly set ahead a half hour so that my father was always pleasantly aware that the atmosphere of urgency was just a game. We sineknew that he was cheating, but whom? Getting up was never a problem for me in those days and I joined with the rest of the family in ridiculing my father's elaborate subterfuge, little dreaming, as the saying goes, that I would someday share his, loathing for that long leap between the snug, warm world of counterpane and the brightening horrible world of' duty. My ugly greeting of the morning is even more agonizing than my father's because I really don't have to get up at all. All that gets me up is my guilt feeling and the fact that my loved ones cannot bear the thought of me remaining there while they breast the new day, Getting Daddy Up, consequently, is a game that rages around 10 YEARS AGO place of "the beautiful." The DEC. 24, 1964 temperatures dropped again sored by the Clinton Lawn the Christmas draw for a por- table TV. The draw was spon- Bowling Club with the proceeds to be used for the, club house. Don Symons drew the lucky served their 55th wedding an- ticket. well-known Clinton couple ob- Cudmore were married in Clin• ton in 1909 and have resided year student at MacDonald In- niversary, Mr. and Mrs. Alex here sirce. Mr. and Mrs. James Coultes Belgrave, has received word she is the recipient of the Huron County Scholarship. It is awarded annually to a first Bill Miller of Clinton won On Monday, December 2, a Marie Coultes, daughter of - dison, Clinton. spending the Christmas holidays with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. MacKenzie. Tuesday evening, just adding to the great uncertainty of the propriately lighted, ote the Post Office lawn. A large tree, it has attracted much attention par- ticularly on the part of passing motorists. Among attractive window displays in town during the Christmas season was that of Clinton Grill, depicting "The Nativity". nia, spent Christmas with her mother, Mrs. Margaret Ad- present so-called winter season. nice Christmas Tree, ap- John McKenzie, Toronto., is Visitors at the home of Mr. This year, Clinton has a real Miss Gladys Addison, Sar- stitute, Guelph. and Mrs. E.H. Epps on Monday Brigadier Fred Clift was elec- included Mr, and Mrs. L.K. ted Reeve of the recently re- Epps, London, Mr, and Mrs. incorporated village of Bayfield M.E. Clarke, Miss Mae nd Monday night at a nomination Elliott Clarke, and Mr. and meeting in Bayfield Mrs. John Smith and baby Seven boys from the RCAF Anne, all of Seaforth and Er- Station Clinton Cubs were nest G. Clarke, Chicago. featured in a "coming up" ceremony last week when they were officially installed as Boy Scouts in the First Clinton RCAF Scout Troop. , Burglars smashed open a 500-pound office safe in a private home Sunday night while the owner was having supper next door, but they only got a diamond engagement ring and a plain gold wedding band for their efforts. The job looks to have been the work of a - professional, 25 YEARS AGO Dec. 29, 1949 A week ago, hi this column, we wondered whether ot not we would have a "white Chtist- mas", Well, we did, but the snow hardly lasted the day, By Monday it was all gone, and heavy rainfall had taken the my couch each and every morning. I make a great pretence of sleep, but so far they have never tired of the sport or gone away without me, more or less, up. Moreover, they've given me this guilt feeling about the whole affair. Even casual visitors are given the gruesome details of my "crime". Thus when my wife brought up the Singing Leap Method yesterday I determined to do something about it. My eyes• narrowed hideously, My mouth became a cruel line. A balloon formed over my head enclosing the word "Revenge." The Singing Leap Method was described in a magazine ar- ticle a woman's magazine, of course ... as the best of all ways to get up. Instead of fighting it you burst from the quilts yodelling a happy song, completing in a second a transition that normally takes me an hour. "Why don't you try it?" My wife asked and that was just what I did. With h terrible 'wrench I hurled myself from the bed, my Voice *hang through' the house. "Baubles and bangles! See hole 'they gleam!" I sang, my head tilted back like a love-sick moose. I lurched to the bathroom arid plunged under a cold shower. "Baubles and bangles!" I roared. In a trice I was waltzing my wife about the kitchen. I tickled the children until they screamed for mercy. I radiated insane good cheer, turned up the radio, did a 'swift buck and wing, down the hall, "Oh, what a beautiful morning! Oh, what a beautiful day!" I sang. And behind it all my mind was cold and analytical. I wat- ched their expression, half syMpathy, half alarm, saw them whispering apprehensively to each other. One never knows about these things, of course, but I have a hunch I will get up tomorrow in my own sweet time. Mr. George Sheppard gave two prizes of two fancy boxes to the two scholars who recited the most learned lessons during the past half year, The suc- cessful scholars were Maggie Gilchrist and Ida Rogers. Messrs Fishers and Barton are about to dissolve partner- ship, and in clearing out their goods will offer great in- ducements to purchasers. The weather not being favorable, the Rink was not opened on Thursday last, as announced it would be, but was opened on Friday. The ice was in pretty good condition, and quite a numbe'r of ladies and gentlemen availed themselves of the opportunity of an evening's exhilerating amusement. * * * The price today is sixty,eight Was a little rush a few days grain and it is no bad sign that but some good Judges feel it in no hurry to market their they are able to hold off. There ago, presumably to raise tax Money, but the fall receipts do not compare with last season, will go down to sixty-five, The farmers of Huron seem pas, later to become Bishop of the Diocese of Athabaska, was the Northwest Territories. In 4,000 miles by canoe and snowshoe, a distance never previously attempted by anyone given a roving commission in 100, he travelled More than in the North in such a short period. In 1866 Reverend W.C. Born- Translation Dear Editor: In an-article written by Rev, K. Cleator, regarding the revised Standard Vereion Bible, he said: "After more than 350 years of translating and printing the Bible in English a Bible has at last been published which is ap- proved by leaders of the four Christian traditions" But it has not always been so, It was in the late '14th cen- tury that the first English tram slation was produced, by John Wycliffe, It is certain that there vi;ag fierce opposition to the translating work. Wycliffe and his associates incurred the bit- ter hatred of the religious authorities. Thereafter the ecclesiastical authorities persisted in op- posing the making of copies of Wycliffe's translation. In 1408 a synod of clergy meeting in Oxford at the direction of Arch- bishop Arundel prohibited the use of the Holy Scriptures in English. So hated was Wycliffe that his remains were dug up in 1428 and burned and then the ashes were thrown into the river Swift. In the 16th century, William Tyndale undertook the task of translating from the original languages into English. Hoping to gain the backing of Bishop Cuthbert, Tyndale went to Lon- don. But he failed to get the bishop's support. Tyndale soon realized that the attitude of the clergy was such that he could not translate the Bible in England. Removing to Germany, his work was stopped by the magistrates of Cologne. Tyn- dale completed the Christian Greek Scriptures in Worms. Soon copies of this translation were being sold in England. The ecclesiastical authorities, in England were aged. On May - 4, 1530, copies of Tyndale's translation were burned at St. Paul's Cross in London. Toward the end of May a royal decree, backed by the ec- clesiastical authorities, . listed Tyndale's translations of Scrip- ture from Hebrew and Greek among pernicious books and stated: "Detest them, abhor them; keep them not in your hands,' deliver them to the superiors such as call for them," Regarding those not obeying this, the decree con- tinued: "The prelates of the church, having the care and charge of your souls, ought to compel you, and your prince to punish and correct you." Ex- tensive efforts were put forth to destroy the translations in England and abroad. One of the reasons that Tyn- dale faced such bitter op- position was that he did not stick to ecclesiastical terms but used words that conveyed the flavor of the original language. For example, he used "congregation", not church; "overseer", not bishop, and "love", not charity. The fact that Tyndale's choice of words was closer to the original Greek carried no weight with the ec- clesiastical authorities. Tyn- dale had even declared his willingness to change anything that might be found wrong or that could be more clearly tran- slated, The religious authorities, however, simply did not want the Bible to be read by the common people, who would then be led to reject their ecclesiastical inter- pretations. This great scholar was shor- tly thereafter betrayed by a "friend", one certain Phillips, to his enemies and imprisoned in the castle of Vilvorde, near Brume's. In September of 1536 he was executed by strangling and burned. Could it be that, because the revised Standard Version has this to gay in its preface: "(2) the use of' any proper name for the one and only God, as though there were other gods from whom He had to be distinguished, was discontinued in Judaism before the Christian era and is entirely inap- propriate for the universal faith of the Christian Church", that it has the "approval" of the four Christian traditions.?" C.F, Barney, Clinton riamdwraimmoim.....awmownw......ffaftremwor Nrows-illsoora readers an► sn• coloraged to *apron their sapiniens In haters to the wafter, however, such opiniens de net micsessirlly roars/sent the opinions of the Illsvm4liroard, Ossudenyins may be used by Misr writsts, but no Whet will ptiblitind imams it cart be verified by phone. 50 YEARS AGO Dec 29, 1924 Messrs' Snell and sons, Hullett breeders, did very well indeed, at the several winter fairs just past at the Royal Winter Fair, Toronto, They carried off tee prizes in all. At the Chicago fair they took two championship., four firsts, four seconds and five thirds, Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Castle last Friday celebrated their twenty-five wedding anniver- sary. The evening was spent through many enjoYable games, music and a delicious supper, Mr. and Mrs. Castle were recipients of some handsome pieces of silverware. W.N. Manning of London, formerly of this town, and one of the heads that control the Doherty Piano arid Organ Manufacturer's Association at its annual convention at Mon- treal last week. The Freeman farm on the 2nd concession Hullett Town- ship, which has been.managed by Miss Jennie Freeman for the past few years, has been sold to Mr. James Rands, who recently disposed of his farm near Con- stance and who will get possession February 1. There is a new club started in the centre of town, The club is to be called the Lion Tamere. Since there is to be no electric lights, the club will co-operate in the day only with checkers being the order of the day. Miss Gladys McLean of Stratford Normal School and Mr. R.C. McLean of Wingham spent the holidays with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. J.B, McLean. 75 YEARS AGO Dec. 30, 1899 Mr. James MacFarlane, who is one of the most extensive sheep breeders in the township of Stanley or the County of Huron, for that matter, sold ninety-one of his best sheep to a Mr. Wineland of Avoca, Iowa, who took them west for breeding purposes, Mr. MacFarlane has made many such sales and has managed to clear a On a year on sheep, On occasions he goes across to Scotland ,to renew his stock. Mr. C. Calton is at present spending a couple of weeks with his parents and other friends in Clinton. Mr. John Cox of Goderich Township has decided to retire from municipal politics. He has been a member of town council for thirteen years, a reeve for ten and a member of the county council. Mr, and Mrs. T. Webster of the Township of Ashfield are visiting their son Mr, Thomas Webster and other friends in the vicinity of Clinton. 100 YEARS AGO Dec. 31, 1874 The Jack Scott Column - In III MI MI 5O4feSt. 100'9 fnfER To DE ito9 1N 001111.4\10 6111.5 01 5rAmt VENOMINATID45? Amaigurntiled 1924 THE CLINTON NEW ERA Eslablisinal 1865 THE HURON NEWS-RECORD Established 1881 airimbor, Canodlan Community Newspaper Association Wombat, Ontario Woe* •Ploar A•oottation Clinton News-Record Ptiblishad ovary ThOraday at Clinton, Ontario Editor • James E. ritsgeraid General Manager, J. HOsiard Aitken Second Class Mali ft 'titration no. N17 eUeSeRIPTION ROM CANADA $10.00 u.s.A, $11.1so 3INGLE COPY 4.50 0 641 40 OA bl IN CO.AbA'' 10,00ii kel Igr/ * 03 46 44,/ HUB OF HUgOtsi CC)UNrY PAG$ 4—CLINTON NEWS ,RECORD, -TuE$DAY, DECEIVIDER 24, 1974 Editorial Comment Not a world of peace and goodwill Ours is not a world of peace and goodWill among men, says the United Church, In Africa, rival races of blacks and whites struggle—In the open and in secret, With and without violence--for dominance, In the Middle East, great powers escalate each other's armament bids. Fighting has become so commonplace in some places that newspapers hardly report it any more: Viet Nam, Northern Ireland, Cypres,..And the repression of an entire continent is ignored-in South America an unofficial alliance of military regimes tightens the screws on a hun- dred million poor. And in Bangldesh and India the Sahel and who knows how many more centres of suffering, millions more die the slow agony of starvation. There seems to be something in- congruous about celebrating Christmas in such a world. For Christmas speaks of Holly, mistletoe, twinkling lights, mysterious packages, carollers, laughter, blood shortage ... Blood shortage? Unfortunately, yes. Because people are extra busy with holly, mistletoe, etc. they tend to post- pone their visit to a Red Cross blood donor clinic until after the holidays.• But urgent surgery can't be post- poned. And nobody can tell an accident . to wait three weeks. Fewer donors plus increased needs means a blood shor- tage. There is only one way to prevent it. Persuade more donors to take that half hour of time necessary to make a blood Thoughts for the season And the same to you! I probably should have sent off a Merry Christmas column to. all my readers about the first of November, to make &sure it was received be er 25th. „ I know 'this won't be. But it's not your faithful chronicler's fault, nor the fault of your favorite weekly newspaper. The entire blame must rest on the broad shoulders - they have to be broad - of that modern phenomenon of efficiency,' Canada Post. People in that august institution must be afraid of getting their hands soiled by handling the average weekly newspaper, full of violence, rape, murder, and muggings. They probably use" a shovel. Shovel it into a corner until some day, between coffee breaks, they are so bored that they resort to sorting and sending the weekly paper. • When I was in the business, we used to mail the paper on Thursday, and people in Ohio-or Texas would receive it on Monday. Nowadays, I count on my weekly paper being a week late in arriving. Time after time, I've been tempted to take up my typewriter and dash off an en- couraging note to a weekly editor who has writ- ten a particularly pungent editorial, only to pause in the certainty that by the time I'd received his paper, and the time he'd received• my letter, the hot issue ''d attacked or defended would be three we. , old, and as cold as a cor- pse. Well, we mustn't be mean at Christmas, must we? Although I don't ,see why not. The same miserable sods are going to be around on Boxing Day, and the same inefficient, insolent in- stitutions will be back in business on Jan. 1. Since it's too late to wish everyone a Merry, I'll put everything in the past tense. I hope you got exactly what you wanted for Christmas, whether it was a baby or a kazoo or a sober husband. I hope you got Joy. And if you didn't, I hope you were happy with Myrtle or Hazel or Pearl or Genevieve. If you wanted a pair of those foam-rubber knee-pads for scrubbing, I hope you got them. And if you wanted a mink wrap, I hope you didn't. I hope you were not pregnant if you didn't want to be, and were if you wanted to be. • I hope you didn't want to be, and were if you wanted to be. I hope you didn't bust your bum on those new down-hill skiis, or bust your heart on those new kindness and love, Peace and goodwill, Yet we should remember that the first Christmas was not a peaceful one. The baby Jesus was born into a world of tyranny, of hate, of vicious dictators and treacherobs politicians. In an effort to destroy that child, a pitiless Herod slaughtered all the children of Bethlehem. Nor was the life of Jesus particularly peaceful, He was always un- der suspicion, always under attack, His life was a conflict with forces of evil, for- ces which eventually brought him the Cross. So in celebrating Christmas, we should see in the one called Christ a chajlenge, not only to the Herods and Pilates of 2,000 years ago, but to those of every day, of every nation. That was the hope, of Christmas then. It is still' the hope, of Christmas today. But we need to work harder to realize that hope. donation. Tell them how important it is. Tell them one blood donation can help as many as five people back to health. Ask them to share the joy of life. How do you combat their "I'm too busy, let George do it" attitude? Maybe by telling people that in this vast and vibrant nation of ours, there just aren't enough people named George. A volun- tary blood transfusion service needs volunteers ... of all names. So 'come Tom and Dick and Harry, come Jane and Alice and Mary, come Prancer and Dancer and Donner and Vixen ... GEORGE NEEDS HELP! Give blood this holiday season. cross-country skiis, both of which you are too young or too aid to be doing anything with except feeding the livingroom fire. e If you are old and lonely, I hope you received a warm telephone call - about 15 minutes worth, and not collect - from someone who is young and loves you. And if you are young and lonely, I hope you got a long telephone call, collect, from someone who is old and loves you. If you are a farmer, I hope you slept on Christ- mas Eve with visions of sugarplums and reindeer fast in your head. Jeez, a guy can't make any money on beef these days. Might as well get into reindeer. If you are a schoolteacher, I hope you remem- bered at .Christmas that you too were once a fat and ugly duckling, riddled with pimples, shy to the point of fainting if asked a question, lazy as a cut cat, sort of dirty, really, and yet a striving, yearning, beseeching human bean. If you were a mother at Christmas - well, all I' can say is that I hope you believe in a life after death. And if you were a father, well, all I can say is that I hope you, too, believe in a world in the hereafter. Preferably segregated. If you are a tycoon, a union leader, or anyone in the upper echelons of education, I hope your ulcer ruined your Christmas dinner. If you are an old maid, and have been lurking these many years in the fold of your "sick" mother's nightygown, I hope you decided at Christmas to uniurk. Same for male spinsters. Unlurk, Boy, that almost sounds like a dirty word, if you practise. Try it. Unlurk! Whatever happened at Christmas, hang in there. We need you. We hewers of wood and drawers of water, as Canadians are known, have to stink together and keep on hewing drawers. Every time there comes a crack about hewers and drawers, I burst into a hue and cry, Bursting into a hue is fairly simple. I can turn purple on very little provocation, as my family will tell, Almost anybody can hew or hue. But the drawers 'are the problem. Nobody wears drawers any more. How can you cry them when there ain't none. This is a problem that Canadians are going to have to give a good deal of thought to in the coming year. Well, these are my season's greetings to Awl and Sundry (my legal representatives), as well as to all you faithful readers. And lang may your lum reek, on New Year's Eve, Aren't nought Georges Sugar and Spice/By Bill •Smiley