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Time for solutions
The situation last week when half a
dozen local students had to be sent
home from an Ottawa field trip after
they were found drinking, points up a
problem with which today’s society is
having difficulty contending.
It is certainly not a new problem, nor
one confined solely to high school ac
tivities, and by no means one that
arises only when young people get
away from their home surroundings.
But regardless of how long the
problem has been with us or to what
magnitude it may now have reached, it
is a situation to which society has been
unable to reach any solutions, and
primarily because it has not addressed
itself sufficiently to finding any solu
tion.
Most of the time has been spent in
assessing the blame, that ranging from
the lowering of the drinking age to the
increasing lack of parental control.
However, the cause and affect have
been well documented and it’s time to
get our heads out of the sand and put
them to better use in finding solutions.
The first line of defence—or attack,
if you prefer— rests with parents and
obviously many of them are doing a
lousy job, through their lack of dis
cipline and example. Some of them
have no idea what their offspring are
doing in their time away from -the
heme, and unfortunately some don’t
appear to care. When they are con
fronted with the problem they slough it
off with the stock reply “my
son/daughter wouldn’t do that”.
While that attitude may be impossi
ble to change, it does point up in
creasing need for concerned parents to
become more familiar with their own
child’s circle of friends, even to the
point of putting them off limits. They
must also ensure that they are taking
steps within their own community to
provide activities that give young peo
ple worthwhile pursuits for their free
time, and in that regard, this area
perhaps leaves something to be
desired.
Peer pressure is one of the main in
gredients for the problem, but at the
same time it may also offer one of the
solutions. Principal J. L. Wooden has
indicated that future school trips may
be jeopardized by the recent incident.
It may be profitable to throw the
problem into the laps of the student
council and see whai course of action
they 'would suggest to eliminate the-
problem or what disciplinary action
they would recommend if it arises
again.
Another solution may be to increase
the deterrent factor, not only for the
offenders, but more importantly for
those who supply liquor or drugs. An
extensive revocation of a licence may
prompt owners of liquor outlets to be
more careful in their serving of un
derage patrons. Had the Ottawa liquor
store employee who was involved in the
recent situation faced an immediate
and lengthy suspension for not asking
for an age of majority identity card, he
too may have been more careful and
thereby eliminated the problem.
We hope some of our readers may
offer some of the other suggestions
that may be evident to them and that
groups within the community may set
aside a portion of a meeting to consider
the topic in this “year of the child”.
In conclusion, we emphasize again
that the recent Ottawa trip incident is
not an isolated or new situation, but
merely an example of the problem that
must be faced by the community and
hopefully school officials can be con
sidered part of the team.
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“As if it's not enough we have to choose between Clark and Trudeau,
the bars will be closed May 22.”
BATTNAROUND ....... with the editor
X ■■ . ■ ' .....
Envy soon disappears
Mainstream Canada
Who Creates the Jobs?
Good news, too
What with nuclear scares, mounting
world problems, increased mudsling
ing on the election campaign, higher
taxes for Ontario residents and the
vagaries of the weather, good news
seems somewhat hard to come be these
days.
However, throughout the community
there are people brightening the days
with deeds of kindness and accomplish
ment that should be noted.
First off, congratulations should be
extended to Lucan’s Lori Noyes for be
ing chosen as the lone soloist to accom
pany the Ontario Youth Concert Band
on a European tour this summer. Lori
has thrilled audiences at various con
tests in the area and her accomplish
ment represents a considerable
amount of dedicated effort.
It also shows the importance of the
talent shows which she has been able to
perfect her abilities and that should
make the volunteers who arrange those
programs extremely satisified and
even more dedicated to giving other
budding young stars equal oppor
tunities.
The report carried in last week’s edi
tion regarding increased employment
opportunities at Huron Park is also
welcome news for area residents.
While the industrial park has suf
fered some ups and downs since its in
ception, it is encouraging to see it
progressing favorably at a time when
industrial activity elsewhere is not as
buoyant as could be hoped.
* * *
Even in the adverse news there is a
bright side, as evidenced by the many
offers of assistance bing received by
the congregation at the Dashwood
Lutheran Church who lost their house
of worship in a fire last week.
The caring and sharing evidenced is
not uncoriimon in this area, of course,
and while it may not be as newsworthy
as some of the major items it is cer
tainly an indication that people have
not lost sight of the ideals that have
made life so rewarding in this area in
the past and will continue to do so in
the future.
Reporting on winter storms and
similar violent acts perpetrated by
nature are among the usual domain of
this writer, given the area’s propensity
for being victimized.
However, it has always been with a
little bit of envy that we’ve read ac
counts from other newsmen who have
been able to give more descriptive
first-person accounts, having been
caught in storms or managed to be in
on-the-spot situations that lend to
more detailed analysis of what it’s all
about.
But we found out this week that the
envy was badly misplaced. From now
on, we’ll be happy to view the problems
from a safe distance or get second
hand accounts of the problems that can
arise.
Similar to most area residents we
were ill-prepared for the storm which
hit on Thursday night. We’d taken our
three youngest to head out for Toronto
to greet mother on her return from a
holiday in sun-drenched Vancouver.
Notwithstanding our normal
problems with parking spots at
International Airport, we had the
better half safely in tow around 9:30
p.m. and were heading back to Exeter,
listening to the interesting accounts of
her trip amid the constant pounding on
the windshield of a heavy rain.
The rain subsided around Kitchener
and things looked brighter for the last
half of the journey ... but alas, it was
the lull before the storm. .
Heavy hail started to pound the
windows as we approached New
Hamburg and each kilometer brought
forth an increasing wave of snow, the
visibility being only, possible on the
occasions when sheetlightning lit up the
heavens.
Cars started to pull to the shoulders
of the road, each driver hoping that
those behind would take the lead and
make his trip a little easier by
following tail lights rather than the
wall of snow.
As we approached Shakespeare, the
family van started to take on a shud
dering sound from under the hood and
we knew that the dampness was get
ting in and before long our deepest
fears were fulfilled. It conked out, just
as we rolled to a stop well off the
roadway with the dim lights of
Shakespeare periodically being
evident through the wind-whipped
fury.
'/'■Now, there are several courses of
action open to one in such
predicaments, none of which are fool
proof. We chose to think the storm
would abate and we could get the
family vehicle back in operation. So,
we waited.
Mother unloaded her suitcase and the
kids added some warmth with
everything but her unmentionables.
Walking was out, because there were
only two pair of winter boots for five
people.
When it became abundantly clear
(which is about two hours for the
eternal optimist) that the storm was.
not going to let up, that it was im
possible to walk to a nearby farm house
and that it was too cold in the wind-,
rocked van to stay any longer, we
hailed down the first set of headlights
eerily approaching through the storm.
A couple of Bell Telephone people
who were heading for Stratford quickly
offered a ride and we were again on our
way . . . but very slowly.
West of Shakespeare the tail lights
ahead indicated the lead vehicle had
stopped. As we approached closer, the
cause was evident. A large transport
had misjudged the road and was sitting
perilously in the ditch.
-Having proceeded cautiously around
that obstacle, the new leader of the
Into the cruellest month
By W. Boger Worth
Mary operates a small cor
ner store in Vancouver and em
ploys three people. Sam man
ufactures wood products in
Quebec, hiring 14 lull-time
workers to produce a variety
of crafted items for the retail
trade, including a large depart
ment store chain. John is a
Maritime contractor, employ
ing seven full-time staff and
another dozen during the sum
mer months.
In an unusual way, the three
Canadians are connected.
They’ve all hired one extra
full-time employee during the
last few months, creating an
other three jobs and, in their
own small way, helping over
come the country’s serious un
employment problem.
The three jobs certainly
don’t make much of a dent in
Canada’s 976,000 unemploy
ment total, yet without the
Roger Worth is Director,
Public Affairs,
Canadian Federation of
Independent Business.
jobs provided by these indivi
duals and thousands of other
small businesses across the
country, the jobless rate would
be much, much higher.
In fact, it is not overstating
the case to say independent
businesses are the real heroes
in the battle to beat unepiploy-
ment.
Consider these facts. Busi
nesses with fewer than 20 em
ployees provided an astound
ing 59% of net new job growth
in Canada between 1971 and
1977.
In many cases, while big
companies with more than 500
employees have in fact been
shedding jobs, reducing over
all employment, the small and
medium sized firms have mov
ed in to pick up the slack.
While statistics are not
available on job creation by
firms with more than 20 work
ers and less than 500, the med
ium sized businesses almost
certainly provided more than
their fair share of new employ
ment.
The increasing importance
of small business exists not
only in Canada, but in the
U.S., Japan, and other coun
tries as well.
What’s happening is that
small and medium sized firms
are beating the pants off the
larger companies when it
comes to creating jobs.
Like many small business
people, Mary, Sam, and John
shun publicity. But it’s these
humble, modest citizens, and
thousands of their counter
parts across the country, that
have given Canada one of the
highest job creation rates in
the world.
Without such independent
businesses .and their tremen
dous capacity to create jobs,
the unemployment rate would
be much, much higher.
The people who operate
such firms, in the vernacular
of election campaigns, deserve
our vote. A vote of thanks for
a job well done/
By
SYD FLETCHER
Perspectives
Life on the farm can be a
little exciting, especially
when you venture too near a
power take-off. Three par
ticular incidents come to
mind, ranging from near-
fatal ones to one which was
almost amusing in its result.
The first one happened to
the hired man of the dairy
farm next door to us. He was
out. spreading manure. He
stepped off the idling tractor
to check the spreader and
his pant leg caught in the
Pro. ♦
The trousers ripped at the
knee or he might have lost
his Whole leg. Instead the
foot broke off at the ankle.
Believe it or not the twisted
maze of tendons stalled the
tractor.
Now this man had real
courage and strength of pur
pose. He uncoupled the
spreader, got back on the
tractor and drove it home,
right into the side of the
barn so his boss would hear
him.
The hired man said later
that he was more scared of
the wild ride in the boss’s lit
tle Toyota to the hospital at
90 miles an hour than he was
about the foot. At the
hospital they sewed the foot
on in a four-hour operation.
He can walk on it today after
much therapy.
On the same farm a four
year old girl came close to
dying when the PTO grabb
ed her, threw her over the
shaft, tearing a good size
chunk of hair out and break
ing her arm.
On the lighter side was the
time a lady of this communi
ty was helping with baling
the hay. She got too close,
and as nicely as you please
the PTO flipped her right
over it and then plucked her
dress from her as clean as a
whistle, generously leaving
the collar to keep her de
cent.
Her husband and brother-
in-law, once they saw that
she wasn’t hurt, gave her
the royal hee-haw as she
headed for the house, a
white streak, accompanied
by a convenient burlap bag.
I guess all three cases
point out the need for a bit of
healthy respect for all
machinery if we want to
stay around to enjoy another
spring.
“April is the cruellest month.”So
said T.S. Eliot, a transplanted
American who spent most of his adult
life working in a bank and writing
poetry in England.
As far as England goes, he was full of
baloney. April in England in delightful.
It rains only every second day, and the
countryside is green with grass and as
colourful as a patchwork quilt with
flowers.
Now, if he’d been writing about
Canada, I’d agree, April is no bargain
in these parts. It’s one of those nothing
months, like November.
You have staggered through the last
of the March blizzards. Barely. And
suddenly, in theory, it’s spring.In reali
ty, it’s the dirty bottom end of winter,
and the weakest possible whisper of a
hope for summer.
April is mud, treacherous, piercing
winds that give you that racking cough
you avoided all winter, rusted fenders,
changing snow tires, and surveying
your property and all the detritus
deposited on it and around it by the re
cent winter.
Just checked mine today, On the side
lawn there is a dirty brown hump that
resembles something from the
paleolithic age, eyeless, shapeless, but
somehow menacing. It is made up of
one part ice, two parts sand, and one
part salt, all courtesy of the snowplow
ing department. This lump will have
melted entirely by the fourth of July
and will leave a 30 foot square foot
patch of pure Sahara.
Scattered about the back porch are
bits and pieces and whole shingles,
removed, without charge, from the
roof when the man was knocking off
the ice at the end of January.
Mingling with the shingles are por
tions of brick, knocked out of the wall
by the man who removed some of the
shingles while he was removing the
ice.
Lying on the back porch itself is a
pile of glass, shattered from a storm
window that didn’t quite get put on last
November, and was leaned carefully
against the house to wait for a nice day
for installation. A December wind
caught that one.
Leaning limply is the storm door,
which will no longer close, because the
ice got in around it, and it was forced
shut so many times it lost its shape
and all desire to keep out the weather,
and the mosquitoes, a month from now,
when it becomes a screen door.
Lying in the back yard, leaning on
one elbow, is one of the great old cedar
chairs, looking as though it had just
been mugged in a back alley by a par
ticularly vicious gang of punks. Beside
it stands the picnic table, practically
sway-backed from the load of snow and
ice it carried all winter. ‘
But all is not drab, There’s a nice
touch of color here and there. A green
wine bottle tossed over the fence by
procession was soon seen to stop, just a
couple of feet short of duplicating the
feat of the transport driver.
Cars pulled out to the right and soon
the procession was off again, with
thoughts of the curves approaching
Stratford not being conducive to a
relaxing trip.
However, three hours after they had
set out from Kitchener, our pair of
rescuers pulled into their motel and we
quickly followed, ‘hoping there was still
a room available.
Luck started to turn and before long
we were into the warm confines of
room 198 at the Festival Motor Inn,
having made arrangements with
former Seaforth reeve Frank Sills to
catch a ride home around 8:00 a.m.,
only five hours hence.
That too was overly-optimistic and
we proceeded down for breakfast to
wait for a further break in the storm.
Arriving at the desk, we learned that
none of the motel staff had been able
to get in and breakfast was "catch
can”, not entirely a disappointment,
especially for three hungry boys who
found a well-stocked supply of break
fast cereal and started into a tasting
contest to find their favorite.
It was here that we learned of the
comaradie of people who find them
selves in predicaments. Each had a
story to tell about his experience in the
storm and before long the dining room
took on the atmosphere of a gathering
of long -lost friends.
Dinner found us searching through
the kitchen for more edibles and we
were rewarded with a large pot of soup,
a bountiful supply of ham and cheese
sandwiches and even pie and ice cream
for those first in line or those with good
Please turn to Page 7
some passing contributor. Here, frozen
into the ice, a newspaper wrapped in
yellow cellophane. Over there, another
paper, wrapped in blue, emerges from
its winter retreat. Both bear
December dates.
There’s a frisky grey squirrel, scuttl
ing up the dead vines on the house,
looking for a soft spot to gnaw through
and deposit her kits in the attic. Chas
ing her-is a dog, probably the same one
who left his calling cards all over the
back yard during the winter, which are
now melding nicely with the mud and
the stench of dead earth coming back
to life.
And the clothes-line is sagging like
an ancient stripper. The back stoop is
just that. Stooped from the ice falling
off the roof onto it.
All this is normal enough, a typical
April scene, and I’m not complaining.
But wouldn’t it be nice if you got
through one April without your tail
pipe and muffler suddenly starting to
sound like a bull breaking wind?
It’s enough to break a man, were he
not a sturdy Canadian, who had been
through the same performance in the
same arena year after year.
But this April is going to be the one
that broke many a man stronger than I.
On top of all the usual crutf of April,
—_—.--------------------------------------------
. ® «<»wn memory lane.
55 Years Ago
Mr. William Kernick
entertained about 65
youngsters of Exeter to a
maple taffy pull at his sugar
bush on the third concession
of Usborne on Good Friday
afternoon. The youngsters
had all the taffy they could
eat and needless to say had a
very jolly time.
Mr. Bruce Medd, who has
completed his year at the
Guelph O.A.C. leaves the
latter part of the week for
Walkerville where he has
secured a position for the
summer with Walkerside
Limited.
Mr. F.C. Hooper has
purchased a new Ford truck
for his egg business.
Miss Dorothy Balkwill, of
Stratford Normal, and Miss
Marguerite Kuntz of London
Normal School are spending
the Easter holidays at their
respective homes in town.
30 Years Ago
At a meeting in Mitchell,
Elgin McKinley, farmer of
Stanley township, was
selected to carry the
Progressive-Conservative
banner for the riding of
Huron-Perth in the next
federal election.
Ushering in a new era for
Hensail Bell Telephone
users, a common battery
exchange was put into
service replacing the
magneto exchange that
served the community for
years.
The Exeter Chamber of
Commerce did a good piece
of work when it turned down
a proposition to sell stock for
the establishment of a
factory in Exeter for making
electric freezers. Two men
who were trying to interest
people of Exeter were
convicted of taking
thousands of dollars from the
people of Waterloo county.
Mr. C. Jinks, Hensail, who
has bedn in the implement*
business for the past 30 years
has sold out to his partner,
William Park.
Principal H.L. Sturgis and
Mr. A. Dixon of the Exeter
High School, together with
two students, Evelyn
Desjardine and Charles
Cowen, attended OEA
convention in Toronto.
20 Years Ago
In a plebiscite, Wed
nesday, Lucan residents will
decide if they wish to have a
government liquour store
established.
Thieves stole cash and
merchandise with a total
value of $500 from Gascho
Bros, and Stade and Weido
hardware Friday night.
One hundred and sixty
persons sat down to dinner at
the father and son banque*
for Boy Scouts of Exeter,
Wednesday.
Monday night was ladies
night at the AOTS men’s club
of James St. United Church.
Guest speaker was Mrs.
Bren deVries.
Exeter Mohawks won the
Western Ontario Athletic
Association Intermediate
"B” hockey championship.
Mohawks chalked up 30
victories' as against five
defeats throughout the
league and playoff action
over, the season.
15 Years Ago
Drs. R.W. Read and D.A.
Ecker, Exeter, attended the
four-day scientific assembly
of the College of General
Practice as part of a formal
program of 100 hours of
postgraduate study every
two years.
Town works crew began
installation Monday of the
block-long sewer extensions
on William and Carling
streets.
Residential levy in Exeter
was set at 83.7 residential
and 91.8 for commercial.
A $2,000 National Research
Council bursary has been
awarded to Mark D. Bender,
R.R. 2 Hensall. He’s the son
of Elton Bender.
Count de Beaufort, world-
renowned racing driver and
his sister Joan A van Lim
burg Stirm were visitors
over the week end with Mr. &
Mrs. Ward Fritz.
will be pile the even cruddier crud of an election cam
paign.
It won’t be so bad for the kids, who don’t blind April at
all, as it gives them a chance to get soaked to the knees and
covered in mud with some excuse. They don’t care about
politicians. ,
Nor will it be too tough for the elderly, who greet April
with a kind of jaunty, triumphant grin, because they’ve
made it through another bone-buster of a winter. And they
are perfectly aware that politicians are pernicious,
whatever their outer coloring.
But for the honest, decent, middle-aged Canadian, who
sees no more difference between the parties and their
promises than he does between his left hand and his right,
it’s just too much.
April by itself is bad enough. But to go through 30 days of
it huddling under a barrage of political poop is the utmost
pits. I agree with the poet. This April will indeed be “the
cruellest month.”