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“77ze toughest thing about elections is trying to decide which candidate will do the least harm”
Mainstream Canada
An Even Break
Let liim try BATT’N AROUND
Reeve Si Simmons may have had
his neck stuck out a mile when he ad
vised flood-plagued Carling St.
residents that there are solutions to
their problem, albeit on an individual
basis rather than something for which
the municipality may pay the costs.
“It can be done and don’t tell me it
can’t,” Simmons stated emphatically.
While some residents who
periodically suffer through the
problem of sewage backing into their
basements tried to prove Simmons was
wrong, it was interesting that no other
members of council asked him to more
fully explain what solutions he had in
mind.
After listening to the complaints
for several years and spending time
and money in attempting to come up
with solutions, it is most surprising
that Simmons wasn’t quizzed further
on his ideas. It is, of course, also odd
that the Reeve hasn’t outlined his ideas
previously in view of the lengthy
problem.
The question also arises as to why
council members continue to push the
problem into the hands of their
engineers, when they can get the ad
vice at no charge. Perhaps they
thought the Reeve was talking through
his hat?
While he may end up having to
back down on his frank assessment of
the matter, it is also entirely possible
that the problem will have to be solved
on an individual basis, rather than
attempting to find an area-wide solu
tion. Perhaps some complicated
system of valves and pumps can be in
stalled in some of the residences to
handle the problem satisfactorily. It’s
certainly worth some more investiga
tion in view of the fact the engineering
work done to date has not been able to
furnish an overall solution.
The only question then would be
whether the gadget would be the sole
financial responsibility of the
residents, or through some cost
sharing with the town.
The Reeve may have over
simplified his opinions through frustra
tion, but it wouldn’t be the first time
that an act undertaken in frustration
paid dividends.
Give it a try, Si! You can’t come
out looking any worse than the ex
perts!
Iyisten slow
As Samuel Butler observed,“It takes
two people to say a thing — a sayer and
a sayee. The one is just as essential to
any true saying as the other.” We are
all “sayees”, but most of us afford lit
tle thought to our performance in this
vital role in human affairs. We confuse
hearing with listening, believing that,
because hearing is a natural function,
then listening must be effortless. Ac
cording to the American speech com
munications expert Dr. Harrel T.
Allen, it is anything but: “Listening is
hard work and requires increased
energy — your heart speeds up, your
blood circulates faster, your
temperature goes up.”
So listening is a kind of activity.
Those who aspire to be good listeners
must turn it from an unconscious ac
tivity to a conscious one. What makes
a good listener? It all begins with con
centration. We listen to other people
through a thick screen of physical and
psychological distractions which can
only be penetrated by deliberately
applying the power of the mind.
Physical distractions are often easily
enough dealt with, although few people
bother to do so — shutting a door or
window, moving out of hearing range of
other people, cutting off telephone
calls. The distractions generated
within one’s own head are far more dif
ficult to manage. For the act of listen
ing has a built-in dilemma, which is
that the speaker cannot keep pace with
the workings of the listener’s mind.
The average rate of speech is about
125 words a minute; the average per
son thinks at a rate nearly four times
faster. With all that slack time at their
disposal, people on the listening side of
a discussion are likely to be carried
away by their own thoughts.
It is said the “the mind wanders”
while one person hears another talk;
actually it darts ahead and off the track
like a runaway race horse. This helps
to explain why people jump to con
clusions. They anticipate what is going
to be said instead of following what is
being said in the present. In this regard
we might do well to remember the ad
monishment of a rough-and-ready ty
coon as he started a meeting: “Now
listen slow”.
Some
One of the younger members of the
family tribe returned home from his
sojourn at the recent “Midnight
Madness” with a tale about seeing a
group of youths up on a store roof, one
of them apparently brandishing a
knife.
He went on to relate stories about
signs being painted on some buildings
and a few other weird situations which
he attributed to a gang calling
themselves “Warriors”, apparently
fashioned after a controversial movie
of the same title that has created
problems in many theatres in recent
weeks.
We dismissed most of his accounts as
being the fabrication of a youthful
mind, but had to take that all back
after reading last week’s police report
in which about 10 items of vandalism
were noted as being perpetrated by a
gang of youths. running amok in the
community.
The list of damage was topped off by
the crudest of deeds...putting a hose
into a basement of a senior citizen and
then turing on the tap. In several other
incidents, the youths used paint spray
to victimize residents.
Such acts of vandalism are not par
ticularly unusual in the community,
although they are becoming more fre
quent and certainly beyond the stage of
being classified as mischief.
Obviously, it is time parents sat
down and had a serious chat with their
offspring to not only curtail this type of
activity but to prevent themselves
from being embarrassed and facing the
costs of damage when the culprits are
eventually apprehended.
The wave of vandalism being ex
perienced throughout the area also
calls into question the role of the courts
in such incidents.
.Last week, an area youth appeared in
court on a charge of stealing a mailbox
and ended up receiving an absolute dis-
youthful activities
charge. The sentence would appear
justified in view of the amount of
money involved in the theft. The youth
had already paid for the cost of the
mailbox.
However, the court apparently failed
to take into consideration that in recent
months several residents have had
mailboxes stolen or damages. The total
cost involved runs into the hundreds of
dollars.
An absolute discharge obviously does
not act as a deterrent!
* * *
It would be fairly safe to assume that
among the youths not involved in the
spring rampage of vandalism are
members of the Exeter bantam hockey
team. Their alibi is beyond suspicion in
that they just haven’t had their skates
off long enough in the past three
months to get involved in anything but
hockey.
While the boys were naturally disap
pointed and frustated that they failed
to accomplish the supreme goal of win
ning an OMHA title after coming so
close, they deserve the commendation
of the community for their effort in
that regard.
In addition to displaying good
sportsmanship throughout their hectic
27-game playoff trail, the boys were
always a credit to themselves, their
parents and community both on and off
the ice.
This writer travelled most of the
over 3,000 miles logged by the team in
their quest for the title, and while there
were times when even the most avid of
the parents had to question the time
and cost involved in the lengthy
playoff, there is little doubt they
recognize it as a good investment when
they consider some of the pursuits be
ing followed by other boys of the same
age.
Perhaps their finest showing was in
the minutes after they lost the final
game. It was evident from the action
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on the ice after the final whistle that it
is always easier being a winner. The
Ernestown lads were naturally
jubilant and the excitement and
enthusiasm was spontaneous.
But what about the losers? Even the
players would find it difficult to ex
plain the hollow feeling that sinks in.
There were the tears of frustration,
naturally. As a parent and fan, you
watch the boys move aimlessly about,
not knowing exactly what to do while
bedlam reins at the victor’s end of the
rink. Seventeen young teenagers are
left to face their agony in public. There
is nowhere to hide, no place to be by
yourself to let your emotions run their
natural course.
While it was not a situation they en
joyed, there is little doubt that 17 area
boys grew up a great deal more than
most people would imagine in the
matter of only a few minutes. It is the
prize for losing and may well prove
more valuable than the prize for win
ning, when it is handled as manly as it
was.
It is a prize that is given only to those
who get so close to their goal, and yet
so far away.
* * *
As a matter of interest to area
residents, it should be noted that only
six of the 17 players live in Exeter. Two
are from Stephen, another from the
Hay side of Dashwood and eight from
Usbome.
Those ratios vary considerably from
team to team within the local minor
hockey system, but do point up the fact
that the entire area shares in the ac
complishments of the teams.
It also suggests that Exeter should
not always be expected to handle the
major share of the commendation
passed out to champions, nor perhaps
the major portion of the costs involved
in operating the facilities.
By IK Roger Worth
Finally, there is growing
acceptance of the idea that
Canadians Who invest in small
business ventures should be
given an even break by the tax
man,
So far, British Columbia
and Ontario have virtually du
plicated a magnificent plan
developed by Quebec, provid
ing substantial tax incentives
for people investing in small
and medium-sized enterprises.
Effectively, this places in
vestment in smaller venturesin
the same league as the Regis
tered Retirement Savings Plans
and Registered Home Owner
ship Plans that have become
so popular in recent years.
In Ontario, for example,
people investing $1,000 in a
small business development
corporation - which in turn
Roger Worth is Director,
Public Affairs,
Canadian Federation of
Independent Business.
will buy shares in small busi
nesses with fewer than 100 em
ployees - will receive a $300
cash refund when they file
their next tax return.
Hopefully, such activity
will alleviate some of the prob
lems faced by independent en
trepreneurs when they attempt
to raise money for expansion
projects, or for Canadians
starting new businesses.
What’s really important,
though, is the clear understand
ing by three of the country’s
provincial governments that
small business counts. In fact,
the impact of the programs
may be as much psychological
as financial.
It’s important to note, for
example, that most new small
and medium-sized businesses
are funded by the entrepreneurs
themselves, their families,
friends, and other individuals
in local communities.
But the real key to success
seems to be community parti
cipation in local enterprises.
Until now, many Canadians
have shied away from this type
of investment, opting for the
tax deferrals attached to RRSPs
and RHOSPs.
In turn, these savings have,
in many cases, been invested in
big, publicly-owned companies
such as Noranda Mines, Im
perial Oil or Bell Telephone.
In addition, great chunks of
the money have helped finance
the giant skyscrapers and shop
ping centres that dot the Cana
dian landscape, particularly in
our major cities.
The reason for the policy:
such in vestments are (or appear
to be) more secure than similar
investments in smaller enter
prises.
Across the country, though,
the entrepreneur’s money rais
ing problems are only partially
resolved.
The seven provinces which
have yet to join the bandwagon,
for example, leave both their
entrepreneurs and investors at
a distinct disadvantage com
pared to other Canadians.
Fostering the growth of job
producing, home-grown busi
nesses deserves the attention of
every provincial government.
Making it easier to add to our
already vibrant independent
business sector should clearly
be a top priority issue.
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Sugar and Spice
Dispensed by Smiley
Know almost nothing
By
SYD FLETCHER
Perspectives
It all started out as a plea-
sant jaunt back from
Florida at winter break,
eight or nine years ago.
“Why bother?” was my
brother-in-law’s response.
“We won’t get lost on a 4-
lane highway.” With those
famous last words regarding
a meeting place if we got
separated, we got into our
respective cars and headed
north.
In Georgia, the rain hit, a
steady monotonous drizzle
that obscured vision but
didn’t seem to slow the traf
fic any.
It was then that I found
out that the cheap gas I had
bought a few miles back was
no bargain. My little car
spluttered and almost died.
AS we were just at an exit I
coasted up the ramp. At the
stop sign the engine stopped
completely. I turned the key
and the car roared to life.
Zoom. Back onto the
freeway but no sign of
anybody we know, just lines
of cars heading north.
Fifteen minutes later and
at regular fifteen minute in
tervals the car stopped. It
seemed to need a lot of little
rests.
At one place, a Georgia
state trooper pulled over,
“Y’all havin’ problems?” he
asked.
We were, but we didn’t
know the half of it yet.
At one point I trudged a
half-mile through pouring
rain to get some help and
then the old girl started on
her own when I got back.
Every hotel on that
highway was full and though
we cruised through about
two thousand motel parking
lots we couldn’t find the rest
of the family,
Then the windshield
wipers and emergency
flashers, which happened to
be on the same fuse, blew.
My temper was beginning
to fray at the edges, in fact
you might say a whole seam
was torn loose.
By morning, things began
to look up a bit.
I found out that the foil
from the gum wrapper
wrapped around the fuse
will keep it working.
About 9 o’clock the next
morning, five hundred miles
down the road we found a
two lane highway and a
motel with a vacancy in it.
Though the lady manager
looked at us a bit suspicious
ly we didn’t care.
Never has a hot shower
felt so good.
About one o’clock in the
afternoon a knock came at
the door. They had seen our
car on the side of the road
and had pulled over.
They hadn’t missed us for
nearly two hours after we
got separated.
Whatever, we decided on a
meeting place right there
and then.
My old lady is back in the music
festival business, after an absence of
some years, and it’s just like old times
around here; hectic.
We quarrel frequently about great
issues such as who put out the garbage
last week or whose turn it is to do the
dishes. When these tiffs become
heated, I am frequently told, in a
typical wifely digression, when she is
logically cornered, that I know almost
nothing about music.
It has nothing to do with the argu
ment, but I hear, “You couldn’t even
find middle C on the piano,” in tones of
contempt. I cheerfully admit to that
fact and the further fact that I don’t
give a diddle, which fans the flames.
This always noncomplusses her, which
is the object.
But, when a music festival looms,
and looms is the word, I suddenly dis
cover that, “You have a good ear, and
a great sense of rhythm and tempo,”
and I realize, with an inward groan,
that I’m in for hours of listening to
minuets and gavottes and sonatinas,
and making judgments based on my
good ear and great sense of etc.
It all began about 20 years ago. Both
our kids were taking piano lessons, and
doing well. One evening I was sitting
idly, reading my paper and wagging
my foot in time to the sonatina my son
was preparing for a music festival.
My foot got going so fast I couldn’t
even read the printed word for the
vibration. “Hey,” I thight. “this kid
isn’t Chopin or Paderewski. That’s a
mite quick for a grade six piece.”
I made my wife sit down and listen,
She checked the tempo in the book. He
was playing about double speed. She
brought it to the attention of his music
teacher, who was a little shocked and
embarrassed to realize that old tin ear
was right. Happy ending. We got the
kid slowed to half-speed, and he won
first prize.
That was the end of any peace for
me, around festival time. Ever since,
I’ve had to listen to dozens of kids play
all their festival pieces, and come up
with some enlightening comment about
things of which I have absolutely no
knowledge, like pace, tone, rhythm,
tempo, appogiaturo, forte, crescendo
and the like. I don’t even know what the
words mean.
In self-defence, I’ve concocted a
number of comments about as useful
as the things teachers write on report
cards, things like: “perhaps the second
movement is a bit subdued;” or, “Yes,
that’s holding together nicely,” or,
“don’t you think theandante is a
bit turgid?” When you don’t know an
andante from an allegro, if one were to
crawl out of your soup, it seems to do
the trick.
That worked pretty well when the old
girl had twenty-odd students. And was
churning out prize-winners by the
dozen at every festival. She’d be
satisfied that I was listening and would
go right ahead and have the kid play
the piece the way she knew it should
be played.
But this time around, she doesn’t
have the same old confidence, because
she’s been away from it so long. She
makes me actually listen, instead of
just appearing to. When I question the
speed of a piece, she plays it at four
different speeds, and forces me to
make a judgment. They all sound the
same to me.
Should I suggest that the minuet
seems a trifle fast, she makes me get
up in the living-room, pretend I am a
bewigged, bepowdered French gallant
in tight pants at the court of Louis
Fourteenth, and dance a minuet, It’s
hard to get into the mood when I’m in
my bedroom slippers,'painting pants,
and old sport shirt.
Have you ever tried prancing around
to the strains of a gavotte, on a Satur
day morning, when you know your
neighbors can see in the windows and
are wondering what on earth Smiley
got into at this hour of the day?
Have you ever tried to “Bum-bum
bum” your way through a sonatina, at
the same time trying to clap your
hands to establish the time and to read
the headlines about the coming elec
tion. It’s nerve-wracking.
Our social life has deteriorated, too,
as it always has at festival time.
Instead of going to sparkling parties
where all the guests are full of
repartee, among other things, we sit in
the living-room with her pounding the
piano, and me waving my foot. It’s not
enough to keep the mind alive.
Oh, we do take a sashay into high life
occasionally. On Easter weekend, we
really lived it up. We went to see
Great-Grandad, who is recovering
from an operation, and came home the
next day to help Kim, who arrived with
Batman and Robin, as they call
themselves, figure out her income tax.
Naturally, she didn’t have half the in
formation. And Balind, three, asserted
that he was no longer Robin, but the In
credible Hulk, whatever that is.
But The Festival is right up there
like a bill board, with all its infighting,
anxiety, lousy adjudicator (if you
lose), teachers teetering on the verge
of a coronary, and mothers tearing
their hair out in clumps.
Next year, I hope the old lady takes
up karate or skydiving, or something
sane and sensible and safe. Music
festivals are murder.
55 Years Ago
Messrs. William H. Dear
ing and Harry Sweet left
Saturday for Liverpool,
England, in charge of a ship
ment of cattle for Mr.
William Colwill, of Cen
tralia.
Mr. M. Senior of Toronto
who has completed his year
at Osgoode Hall, has return
ed home for the holidays.
Mr. Walter Johns, of
Elimville, has received
word from the Methodist
Book Room that he has been
awarded the prize for his
story ‘The Law of Kindness’
which will be published in
the Onward, June 21.
25 Years Ago
Jack Doerr won a blue rib
bon of merit for one of four
portraits entered at the On
tario Society of
Photographers at the Royal
York Hotel, Toronto.
Mr. W.G. Cochrane nioved
into his new home on Senior
Street last week.
Mr. Ed Hunter-Duvar has
moved into the motel-cabins
he erected in connection
with the service station he is
building on, the highway
south of towm
Pupils of Grades V and VI
of Hensail Public School
were taken on a bus tour to
the Hobby Fair at London.
They also visited the Univer
sity of Western Ontario and
other places of interest.
20 Years Ago
Dr. Peter Fraser, UWO
London has been awarded a
$4,000 research grant from
the National Research Coun
cil for theoretical studies in
atomic collision.
Usborne township schools
under music supervisor
Lawrence Wein held a
festival of music in Thames
Road church Friday. Over
250 students participated.
Nearly 200 contributed to
the free blood bank at the
Red Cross blood clinic held
in Exeter Tuesday.
Women’s Auxiliary to
South Huron Hospital had its
biggest and best yet rum
mage sale this week when
they cleared $1,006.00.
Queen’s Scout badges
were presented to Doug Jer
myn, Jim Sweitzer, Doug
Hodgson and Dale Turvey
Monday night. This is the
highest award to be given to
scouts.
15 Years Ago
Appointment of William
Batten as editor of The
Times-Advocate was an
nounced this week by
Publisher J.M. Southcott.
The latest in fashions
were presented Thursday in
the “Patio Parade” spon
sored by Beta Sigma Phi
sorority in cooperation with
Exeter businessmen.
A prediction of Exeter’s
Planning Board places the
population of Exeter at 4,000
by the year 1971.
Murray DesJardins, clerk
treasurer of Grand Bend,
has been informed he has
been named a Justice of the
Peace for Huron County.
Shirley Genttner and
Carolynne Simmons each
received their gold cord and
certificate in Guiding at a
ceremony in North Bay,
Saturday.
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