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Regional battles
Canadian voters, with the excep
tion of those in Quebec, have given Joe
Clark and his Progressive Conser
vatives a rather shaky mandate to lead
the country, a situation which this
newspaper predicted prior to the elec
tion.
It was pointed out that a minority
government under Clark would have
many disadvantages for the nation, and
they become even' more significant in
view of the fact that country is now so
badly split in representation between
English and French speaking.
While the PC leader has announced
plans to name some Quebec residents
to the Senate and thereby make them
available for his cabinet, there is little
doubt his party will face a severe
problem in dealing with the Quebec
issue in view of their negligible
representation in that province.
Even the normal routine of the
House of Commons will appear to be a
battle between Quebec and the rest of
the nation as the Liberal Opposition,
which is overwhelmingly Quebec bas
ed, tackles the Clark government.
How well Clark can move to
strengthen his Quebec support in the
next few weeks will obviously be of
considerable importance to the future
of the nation.
Pierre Trudeau will face an equal
ly difficult task in carrying on the nor
mal duties of the opposition party
leader while his party has such a
limited base of representation in all
parts of the nation with the exception
of Quebec.
It is disturbing to contemplate the
potential consequences for Canadian
unity in view of the election results
which could solidify the English and
French Canada factions to an even
greater extent than the past.
“Your opponent's stooping to dirty tactics — he's taking a clear stand on the issues."
with the editor
Out for good behaviour
Questionable law
‘'There is an old saying among
legislators that an unenforcible law is a
bad law. If that is the case, Wingham
has been saddled with one of the worst
pieces of legislation we have ever
heard about.”
That comment was from a recent
editorial in the Wingham Advance-
Times, and what makes it of interest
locally, is the fact the piece of legisla
tion to which it refers is the same
property standards and maintenance
bylaw which was turned down by Ex
eter council this week.
Judging from the comments from
Wingham, and indeed those of Reeve Si
Simmons who led the attack against
adopting the bylaw, this community is
fortunate to be spared from such
edicts.
Governments at all levels have
gone too far already in their intrusion
into the freedom of individuals, often
without fully considering the conse
quences.
The consideration for such a bylaw
takes on even more negative overtones
when two of its proponents suggest it
wouldn’t be enforced to its full extent,
or that it could be enforced through a
type of complaint procedure.
Passing laws that won’t be en
forced is an obvious waste of time,
while relying on neighbors to air objec
tions is a most dangerous procedure
and one that could only create severe
problems between neighbors.
There is no doubt that some of the
regulations in the bylaw make sense. In
fact, they make so much sense that
they don’t need to be legislated. Who,
in his right mind, would permit his
property to deteriorate, if he had the
necessary funds to prevent it!
That, of course, was the convincing
argument presented by Reeve Sim
mons. And if a property owner doesn’t
have the funds to mend a leaking roof
or cement his basement, what can be
served by fining him up to $500 for fail
ing to do so?
While the local planning board has
been asked to review the bylaw again,
it is imperative they do so in terms of
its necessity and practicality.
The concluding comment in the
Wingham editorial suggested, “when it
comes to regulations which have a
direct bearing on individual homes and
their owners or tenants, it is apparent
that clear thinking and common sense
should take precedence over the mere
power to legislate.”
This column is being written as we
sit in the Exeter Legion hall attending
the trials of six OPP who were charged
with assault in an incident over a year
ago during the Fleck Manufacturing
strike.
The fact that there’s time to handle
other duties shouldn’tbe misconstrued
as an indication that the court session
is dull or boring. It is anything but that.
However, as the many witnesses
appear, much of their testimony is a
repetition of that which has been given
by previous witnesses. A considerable
portion of the time to date has been
spent in the court looking at pictures
and films taken by the OPP and the
various news media that covered that
event from which the charges arose.
As a matter of fact, we’ve watched
one film almost a dozen times.
Last week, it was indicated the
writer could be spending up to three
weeks in court, having been called as a
witness. Fortunately, that expectation
was a bit pessimistic.
After giving testimony on Wednes
day, court officials indicated our ser
vices may not be required again,
although it was suggested we would be
‘on call’. What that means, remains to
be seen, but does suggest that the task
may not be as onerous and time
consuming as previously suggested.
★ A *
What our stay in court has provided
is an opportunity to watch well-known
Goderich lawyer Jim Donnelly in ac
tion. It’s been a few years since we’ve
watched him in action, and as usual, it
is a most interesting performance.
Watching a skilled craftsman in any
endeavour is always enjoyable, and
certainly there are few defense
lawyers who are better at their craft
than Jim Donnelly, that being an opi
nion with which few Crown Attorneys
will argue.
While it would be expected that a
defense lawyer picks up words or
phrases that would escape the un
initiated as being important, Jim has
shown the same keen and uncanny
awareness while viewing some of the
movies taken by the OPP and media at
Fleck.
Surprisingly, he has spotted people in
the films while those people haven’t
even seen themselves while viewing
the same from the same vantage point.
X * *
One of the more difficult aspects of
the journalism field is that associated
with the correct spelling of names.
Through the many quirks of the
languages that are represented in the
names with which a reporter may be
confronted, there are few which don’t
present some hazard for the
greenhorn. Even such familiar names
as Smith and Brown have their ‘abnor-
malties’ such as Smyth and Browne.
Notwithstanding those difficulties,
reporters soon learn that there are few
annoyances to match the scope of
names appearing incorrectly in print.
The annoyance stems from the irate
calls received from the person whose
name has been printed incorrectly.
In fact, some of our most memorable
calls have been from people who have
had their names mispelled.
Readers who have aired such com
plaints with this writer no doubt will
take some consolation in learning that
Mainstream Canada
The Emotional
Teacher Issue
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a reont story in the London Free
Prer u regarding our court testimony
identified a William Baton.
If that wasn’t enough for one week,
the writer was looking through the list
of coaches and managers contained in
the program for the Hawks banquet
and noted that a Bill Batton was in the
list for the novice team.
The author of that piece of literature
assured us it was not an “o” but mere
ly a slip in making an “e”.
Oh well, perhaps now readers will
realize that many publications have
problems with names!
* * *
Speaking of the Hawks banquet, we
take some mild exception to the coach
suggesting that this newspaper was
among those who predicted the local
juniors were destined for last place
when the season got underway.
Nowhere can we find such an opinion
expressed or even suggested.
Granted, we noted one headline on
November 9 which said the Hawks
were in a battle for a basement, but
that was a factual report as the follow
ing night the locals were facing
Tavistock in a game that was to deter
mine which team would escape from
the group basement. They were tied for
that position.
Normally, the writer doesn’t worry
about someone misinterpreting a fac
tual story from an opinion. But heck
coach, those guys are too big to have it
suggested the editor doesn’t have any
faith in them!
By H'. Boger Bor th
To fire or not to fire. That’s
the emotionally charged ques
tion facing boards of educa
tion across the country as stu
dent enrolment dwindles.
The issue in a word: money.
Many elected education of
ficials argue strongly that sav
ings from declining enrolment
in elementary and secondary
schools should be passed on
to the public in the form of
lower taxes.
Canada’s teachers and many
Parent-Teacher Associations,
on the other hand, vehemently
oppose this position, favoring
a reduction in class sizes and
an increased emphasis on spe
cial education, thus maintain
ing the present level of employ
ment.
The reason for the reduced
enrolment, of course, is Ca
nada’s low birth rate and cut-
Roger Worth is Director,
Public A /fairs,
Canadian Federation of
Independent Business.
backs in immigration. As a re
sult, there are fewer children
to be educated.
The teachers defend their
position by contending that
smaller classes would upgrade
the quality of education by
allowing instructors to spend
more time with individual stu
dents. Naturally, such a change
would require more teachers.
But the education officials
who control the dollars point
The cure for ebullience
Perspectives
“What grade are you in?”
I asked the boy who stood at
my school door, all ready to
register. He stood a head
taller than myself and I
thought that surely he didn’t
belong in my grade 5-6
classroom.
“Grade 5, sir,” he replied,
politely enough. “My last
teacher said I’d have to pass
Grade 5 properly before I
could go on to the next grade
if it took me ten years.
“How long have you been
in Grade 5?” I asked.
“Three years, sir.”
I shrugged. Who was I to
question the wisdom of
another teacher who ob
viously knew more about
Frank (not his real name)
than I did? So Frank came to
sit in my room, once we had
found him a desk big enough
for a young man of his
stature.
It wasn’t long till I could
see why the teacher had
failed him, year after year,
Nothing seemed to
penetrate. Arithmetic was a
total loss and his other
written work was almost as
bad. Yet he never bothered
anybody. The other kids
liked him because he could
hit the baseball right across
the yard and could run like a
deer. He was a natural first
pick for the *person lucky
enough to get that privilege
as captain.
Yet I got frustrated. Here I
was, supposedly a teacher,
and I was teaching this boy
nothing. Absolutely nothing.
He still couldn’t even do
basic adding and sub
tracting.
Up in the hall was a great
high glass case full of stuffed
birds. The woodwork had
been painted and repaired
until it was a dull ugly black.
One day I noticed Frank
staring at the case.
“I could fix that up,” he
volunteered suddenly.
“What would you do with
it?” I asked, puzzled. My
knowledge of painting is
strictly water colours, I
might add.
“You know, strip it down
and just, fix it up,” he
replied, rather lamely,
almost as if he had said too
much.
I got him some liquid paint
remover, then another can of
it, and another. You wouldn’t
believe how much guck there
was on that case. But he
worked on it, first during art
periods, then recesses and
every lunch hour — for
weeks.
Next the petty cash took a
beating for sandpaper,
varnish and brushes. People
who came into the school
were noticing his project and
complimenting him on it. He
would beam.
By the end of the school
year he was almost sixteen
and we both knew that his
school career was over. The
principal in the senior school
had said that Frank had to go
to grade seven and grade
eight before he could go to
high school. Rules, you
know.
But he finished his job on
the bird case. A shining work
of art. Something he could be
really proud of for once in his
life.
The last time I heard from
Frank he had made it as a
cabinet-maker, a blamed
good one who made more at
his job than I was making as
a teacher. My only regret is
that I didn’t give him the odd
period from math class to
work on that bird case. It
would probably have done
him a sight more good than
struggling futilely with 9 plus
6.
There are a lot of depressed people in
the world, for one reason or another:
illness, mental or physical; poverty;
insecurity; unrequited love; hem-
morhoids — you name it.
It’s difficult for me to understand
depression since I have a natural
tranquility, and sometimes even a spot
of ebullience. This is either from genes
or good luck, and I’m not bragging
about it.
Sometimes, when I feel a bit of
ebullience coming on, which is almost
every day, I have to take something for
it, just as the depressed person has to
take an elevator pill to get out of the
gloom.
If I come down in the morning feeling
fairly ebullient, I take a small downer
to get me down with the normal level of
misanthropy. I pick up the morning
paper.
This depresses me sufficiently that I
can get through the day without driving
my colleagues and students silly with
sheer cheerfulness.
If my ebullience starts to build up
during the day, after several brilliant
lessons, the solving of some teachers’
frantic problems, and the crafty
evasion of the latest edict from the
administration, I have to take
something to cool me down when I get
home from work. So I pick up the
evening paper.
This depresses me sufficiently that I
can go to bed without chuckling myself
awake at the folly of mankind, If the
evening paper doesn’t cool me out
enough, 1 listen to the late news and gd
to the sack with the* dense gloom that
ensures sleep, the only escape from it.
There’s nothing to quiet your
jolliness like some of these items.
“Board To Fire 214'Teachers,” when
your only daughter, with three degrees
and two children, is in her first year of
teaching, and bound to be one of the
casualties.
Or this one: “Cancer Dooms
Miners.” “Lung cancer deaths among
hardrock miners are almost double
those of men in other jobs.” I knew this
35 years ago. So did the mines. So did
the government. So what has been done
in the interval?
How about, “Food Costs May Soar.”
That’s about as startling as reading, in
November, “Winter May Come.” They
have already soared out of sight. The
headline should have read “Rocket”
instead of “Soar.”
There’s nothing to take the extra
ebullience out of a fellow like news
stories that tell us Canada’s nuclear
plants are not all that safe, or that the
country is 60 zillion or something
dollars in debt, or that your property
taxes are going uplO percent this year.
No, I don’t know what I’d do without
the media. I’d probably spring out of
bed in the morning, singing gaily,
“Here hath been dawning another
new day. Think! Wilt thou let it slip
useless away?”
I’d probably come chortling down
stairs and cook up a big breakfast of
bacon and eggs and real coffee instead
of my usual tea and peanut-butter and
jam sandwich. My wife doesn’t eat
anything. And leave her a dirty big
mess in the kitchen to clean up.
Then I’d sail off to school, so happy
with life that I’d be gawking around at
the wonders of nature and probably run
over somebody’s beloved dog.
And when I’d got to school, buzzing
with ebullience, the kids would likely
cheer lustily, instead of rolling their
eyes and groaning, when I announced
we were going to learn some goody ole
grammar, That cheer would disturb
the rest of the school for the whole day,
and I’d be on the carpet for upsetting
the learning system.
In the teachers’ staff room, I’d be a
menace. If I shouted at the shuf
fleboard, “Jolly good shot,” or “Well
done, sir,” instead of the usual “Don’t
miss. Don’t choke. Don’t be light.”, I’d
be a moral leper.
If a teacher came up to me, sobbing
on my breast about some real or
imaginery problem, and I burbled
away cheerfully, instead of putting on
my phony, grave expression of con
cern, she’d probably think I’d gone
senile overnight.
And if I came home and walked in the
door and didn’t issue my usual sigh
groan, “Holy Cheese, what a day!”,
my wife would know I had.
This is when I must pick up that
evening paper. If I didn’t, who knows
what wild extravagance my ebullience
might lead us into: having somebody
in, going out for dinner, attending a
movie making love?
There’s no end to the iniquities into
which good cheer and jolliness can lead
one. Personally, I think people caught
singing or whistling to themselves on
the street should be locked up. They’re
liable to start a dangerous trend in this
country.
Therefore, as a non-depressant, I
couldn’t do without the media. They
are the only thing that protect me from
messing up my life and those of
everyone I know by being happy.
I make a deep obeisance to them,
with my back turned. That sound you
might hear is the breaking of wind. I
may be vulgar but I’m happy.
out that teacher's salaries are
responsible for about 75% of
education spending. By limit
ing the number of teachers
they can at least hold the line
on tax increases.
In addition, they also point
to a U.S. study that indicates
smaller classes have little effect
on the quality of education.
The battle between diametri
cally opposed factions in the
high stakes game is being waged
from Halifax to Vancouver,
with emotions running high as
layoffs continue.
In Toronto, for example,
3,000 people turned out for a
board of education session that
overturned an effort to lay off
several hundred instructors.
In other areas of Canada,
the radio hotlines hum as well-
organized teachers take the of
fensive in attempting Io achieve
taxpayer support for their
position.
Fallout from the situation
has caused turmoil among
those considering teaching as
a profession. Enrolment in
teacher-training courses has
been chopped dramatically and
more than 25% of last year’s
teacher’s college graduates still
haven’t found jobs.
Meanwhile, fights over the
closing of schools continues,
with some secondary units
dropping course options to
trim budgets.
There is no simple solution
to the problem. Education has
become a gut issue in Canada
and it’s not about to go away.
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down memory Icins
55 Years Ago
The Central Hotel for the
past 35 years owned and
conducted by W. T. Acheson
was last Friday sold to Mrs.
Chester Lee of Paisley.
Mrs. W. J. Heaman, Mrs.
Skelton, Mrs. J. A. Stewart,
Mr. & Mrs. R. N. Creech and
J. M. Southcott left here on
Monday evening for a two
month’s trip to Belgium,
France and the United
Kingdom.
“Happy John” the corn
and rheumatic cure vendor
held forth north of Jones
and May’s store Saturday
night and did a land-office
business.
Easton-Webster at the
Trivitt Memorial Church on
June 9 by Rev. A, A.
Trumper, Mr. Andrew
Easton to Miss Mary Louise
Webster, daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Thomas Webster of
Exeter North.
30 Years Ago
Mrs. Pearl Cochrane sold
Leavitt’s Theatre last week
to G. D. Thompson of St.
Mary’s. The sale marked the
end of 37 years of en
tertainment service to the
people of the district by the
Leavitt family,
Exeter was honored by a
visit from the Prime
Minister of Canada, Rt. Hon.
Louis St. Laurent, Friday
afternoon.
W, W. Taman who has
been in the gents’ fur
nishings business for the
past 48 years, has sold to Len
McKnight and Norman
Walper,
Norman Amos has pur
chased the veterinary
practice of Dr. Jose of
Kirkton
20 Years Ago
Members of SHDHS Board
decided Tuesday night to ask
seven municipalities in the
district to approve a
proposed $160,000 addition to
include two classrooms, one
laboratory, one shop and one
cafeteria. Existing cafeteria
will be made into two
classrooms.
A new record of thunder in
May was established last
month when it occurred on
nine days during the month.
The previous record was
seven in 1956.
The Sarepta Hotel, one
mile east of Dashwood,
which was purchased by the
Department of Highways
has been bought by Andrew
Hamilton for $450 in public
auction,
New site for Darling’s IGA
market now undergoing
extensive renovations will
open next weekend. The
former Simmons implement
building on the corner of
Main and Sanders street has
been completely revamped
to provide 3,000 square feet
for the market.
15 Years Ago
Sharon Fletcher, RR 1,
Woodham, was judged this
year’s SHDHS “Posture
Queen”. She won the G. A.
Webb trophy in competition
with two others, Nancy
McTavish, Exeter and
Darlene Parsons, Exeter.
Mrs. Helen E. West, Grand
Bend has completed suc
cessfully a year at the
University of Western
Ontario and has received her
diploma in Public Health
Nursing. Mrs. West will be
working with the Huron
County Health Unit.
Bill Murray, Grand Bend
and Dennis Lamport,
Crediton, copped the senior
award in the SHDHS science
fair with a demonstration of
the working parts of an
electric motor.
At the meeting of Senior
Citizens club in the Legion
Hall selections by the
Beatles (William Rohde,
Aimer Passmore, Ray Cann,
Robert Jeffrey) to record
music evoked mild
screaming,
“Is this my bill or my
speedometer mileage?’’