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Not so handy
Those handy disposable butane
lighters are a hot item these days. Last
year over 20 million were sold in
Canada alone.
However, we never realized just
how hot until the March issue of the
Construction Safety Association’s
monthly publication The Counsellor
reported the lighters can present a
serious safety hazard.
A workman was killed and another
seriously injured when the disposable
lighters they were carrying exploded
on the job.
One man died from injuries
sustained when a spark from his
welding torch struck the lighter in his
breast pocket causing it to explode.
Another man was carrying a lighter in
his pants pocket when a spark from the
welding torch he was using also struck
the lighter. It exploded leaving him
with severe burns to the hips and groin
area.
The company which employed
these men now prohibits personnel
working in its maintenance shops from
carrying disposable lighters while on
duty. IAPA strongly urges all its
member firms employing welders to do
the same.
Slow, but safe
There was more than one reason to
cheer the efforts of Bryan Allen, the
Californian who joined the ranks of
aviation’s pioneers last week by pedall
ing his fragile craft on the first man-
powered flight across the English
Channel.
It was, of course, an example of
human technology backed by a super
human physical effort.
Few people could comprehend the
determination and strength required to
pedal for almost three hours, fighting
off air turbulence and leg cramps on
the trip in the 55-pound craft.
However, in view of the
mechanical problems being experienc
ed in many of the airplanes being put
into the air by the world’s commercial
airlines, the feat takes on even greater
significance.
There is a suggestion that many air
travellers may be more prepared to
trust the legs of their pilots to get them
safely to their destinations than those
huge, noisy engines that may fall off
somewhere short of that goal.
BATT’N AROUND
Well all be millionaires
Good move
A tip of the figurative hat should go
to Huron County’s elementary school
teachers and the local board for con
tributing to the production of commer
cials promoting child safety.
The commercials, the first on bus
safety, with others to follow over two
or three years, will be on local TV this
summer.
At the same time of course
teachers are promoting their own im
age and there’s nothing at all wrong
with that.
What better way for Huron
teachers to show that they are respon
sible and involved members of the
community than by promoting child
safety?
The teachers should be commend
ed for deciding against a program to
promote their own profession with a
rather hard sell approach, though that
approach is perhaps understandable in
these panicky times of declining enroll
ment.
Instead Huron teachers are going
to the public with their concerns about
children. Isn’t that what teaching is all
about?
Huron Expositor
While many area residents are still
buying the ever-increasing number of
lottery tickets available to them in the
hope of becoming instant millionaires,
a chap out in B.C. has figured out that
many of today’s graduates won’t have
to worry about such gambles.
He suggests that by the time today’s
20-year-old is ready to retire at the age
of 65, he/she could be making ap
proximately $1,323,136 per annum. And
that’s not including fringe benefits!
The proposition is that a young per
son joining today’s work force need
only acquire a job with a starting wage
of $20,000. That may be out of range for
many, but it is not inconceivable.
Now, to hit that magic number by the
year 2024, the person requires only a 10
percent pay hike each year, again not
entirely inconceivable.
However, before you head out to find
that fountain of youth to enable you to
stay in the work force, there is the
usual “bad news” side to the ledger.
The first thing you’ll have to do when
you start earning over a million bucks
a year is to go out and buy a fleet of
trucks... just to carry your pocket
change.
Our mathematical friend suggests
you could expect to pay, some of the
following prices for goods and ser
vices: hamburger $175 per pound (it’s
on the way), shoes $2500, dining out
$2000, house $2,500,000, gas (if there is
any left) $50, car $250,000, beer $25 a
bottle (tax included), trip to Hawaii
$50,000, church collection $2 (some
things never change much).
And we will still have thousands of
people on big salaries and expense ac
counts whose energies are consumed in
mediating, agitating and negotiation so
that one group or another can stay
ahead, get ahead, or catdh up.
Is there any sense to it all?
* * *
While most people would be quick to
suggest that wages and prices can
never reach such proportions, it must
be noted that back in 1934, no one would
have been foolish enough to predict
that the ensuing 45 years would see
such great changes.
We spent an enjoyable hour this week
looking through the copies of the 1934
file to see what can happen over a 45-
year period.
Men’s shirts were selling for $1.19,
eggs were averaging 15<£ a dozen,
salmon 15$ a pound, all-wool blankets
$5.95, coffee 39$ a pound, an eight-piece
dining room suite $58, cattle were sell
ing for $5.50 cwt. and sheep were $1 to
$2.50.
The county of Huron audit cost tax
payers $300, while Usborne township
paid their solicitor’s bill of $17.69.
That, by the way, was for a four-year
period.
Wong’s Cafe offered a full course
turkey dinner for New year’s at only
45$.
. Salaries were generally in the $1.00
per hour category although Usborne
township paid only that much for one
resident who even supplied his own
tractor for pulling the township grader.
Hensall clerk James Patterson was
paid $90 per month for his services.
The only inflationary trend appeared
Exeterto be in the matter of dogs,
council instituted a $20 fee for
residents who wished to keep a “police
dog”.
By W, Roger Worth
The millions of Canadians
who have believed instinctively
that their tax bills have been
rising at an inordinate pace
since 1961 have been proven
correct.
A recent study by Vancou
ver’s Fraser Institute indicates
the average Canadian family’s
tax bill is up a cool 302% since
1961. Worse, the study esti
mates the increase would be a
realistic 336% if the rising
amount of government debt
(deferred taxation) is included.
More important, perhaps,
are comparisons between tax
increases and costs in other
parts of consumer budgets.
In 1961, for example, an
average Canadian family had
total before-tax income of
$8,187 and faced a tax bill of
$1,863 in hidden and direct
taxes.
Roger Worth is Director,
Public Affairs,
' Canadian Federation of
Independent Business.
In the same year, the family
would have paid $1,066 on
housing, $1,305 for food, and
a further $491 on clothing.
Now consider what’s hap
pened between 1961 and 1978.
In the intervening period,
total family income leaped
231% to$27,101.The consum
er price index, meanwhile,
jumped 134% partially as a
result of increased housing
costs (up 255% to $3,781), ris
ing food expenditures (up
172% to $3,549), and higher
clothing spending (up 200% to
$1,474).
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SYD FLETCHER
When we got married
bragged to my wife that at
least she was getting a
fellow who could cook. What
I neglected to mention was
that all of my cooking had
been done in large quan
tities. Though I could make
such exotic dishes as French
dressing, it had been done in
a ten gallon container, just a
little more than we would
need in our little apartment.
My cooking experience
had been at a summer army
cadet camp. From three
kitchens we fed about 2000
hungry youngsters. In
charge of each kitchen were
three or four regular army
men, supplemented by fif
teen or twenty ‘civvies’ like
myself.
First they put me in
charge of the potato peeling
machines, four of them.
They looked like big cement
mixers which would take
about half a bag of ‘spuds’ at
a time. By the time you
finished loading the fourth
machine the first load was
done.
Being a little slow on my
feet seemed to be my
problem with the boss, a
crusty old sergeant who had
been around the world and
through two different wars.
As I opened the first load’s
door to let the skinned
potatoes pour out, he walked
in. To my horror and amaze
ment and his censternation
not one of the potatoes was
bigger than a quarter.
Anyway they were really
white and my, were they
ever clean.
He told me to report to the
dishwashing room the next
morning.
Picture with me a situa
tion where there are eight
hundred boys bringing egg-
spattered dishes into a cen
tral area. Usually there are
two experienced fellows
there to receive them. The
cadets pile the dishes on
trays, one dishwasher
sprays them and then pushes
the tray into an automatic
washer while the other
fellow unloads them.
Now think of the same
place with only one worker,
me, totally confused and
frustrated, as the cadets,
who are only into the second
day of camp and don’t know
enough to put plates on the
trays. Instead they stack
them, silverware, garbage
and all right up to the ceiling
almost.
And when the inevitable
crash happened and broken
china stretched from the
counter to the dishwashing
machine, who should just be
walking through the door?
However, I graduated
from dishwasher to pot
washer to garbage can
washer that summer.
Somehow the next summer I
became a cook’s helper,
That was the year of a lit
tle excitement.
Somebody forgot to top up
the water in one of the 45
gallon double boilers.
Honest, it wasn’t my doing.
At an appropriate time (in
the middle of the dinner
hour) it exploded, blowing
hot beef stew right up to the
ceiling, releasing fine
droplets of the grease that
accumulates on a big
kitchen’s ceiling over all and
sundry, noticeably the
sergeant who just happened
to be coming in again. He
was not at all pleased.
He was
I’ve ever
curse in
languages
straight.
the only person
met who could
seven different
for ten minutes
You have to
respect such fluency though
I swear that the celery on
the table before him
withered.
I learned that if I wanted
to escape his wrath at other
times that all I had to do was
work quickly and reasonably
efficiently. Though I was
never able to crack an egg in
each hand as some of the
regular men could do
without a single dropped
shell, I could still keep up
with them on the grill. I
found that I could pour the
hot grease from thirty
pounds of bacon out of a
treacherous pan without bat
ting an eye and many other
jobs that I had never before
dreamed of.
They were good summers,
and when the second one
was over, I had paid for my
first car, and all the burned
fingers and scoldings seem
ed worthwhile. Somewhere
along the line I had grown up
a little.
Heading for the poorhouse
I’m often glad that I don’t have four
or five daughters waiting in the wings
to be married. If I did I’d soon be in the
poorhouse, as we used to call it. Or on
welfare, as we call it now. Or mumbl
ing my gums and my pension in one of
those Sunset Havens, or another
atrociously named place for old people
who are broke.
This opinion is a direct result of
three middle-class weddings I have
attended in the past two years. As an
innocent bystander, I am aghast at the
cost — financial, emotional, and
stressful — of the modern straight, or
traditional wedding.
It’s not too many decades since you
could send your daughter off in fine
style for a couple of hundred bucks.
Her mother made her dress, the
church and the preacher was fre6. You
rented the community hall, and the
ladies’ Auxiliary catered the food. You
could hire and orchestra for $25. And
you still had $50 left to give the bride,
your daughter, a little nest egg.
My own wedding cost almost
nothing. We were married in a chapel
at Hart House, U. of T. No charge for
the facilities. Five bucks for the
preacher (larceny was creeping in).
The organist was a school-mate who
played in a burlesque house, so no fee.
Borrowed a car from a friend for the
honeymoon, $20. My wife bought a suit
and her own wedding ring. I had
supplied a diamond, courtesy of a
friend who had been jilted, at half
price. No ushers, no reception, no
drinks. The best man and the maid of
honour got a kiss.
And away we went, just as married,
with the same words (and still
married), as the modern bride whose
old man has forked out a couple of
thousand minimum, whose mother has
been brought to the verge of a
breakdown over invitations, guests,
hair-dressing, and a hundred other
details, who is herself ever-increasing
demands of her position as the big day
approaches.
With my own daughter, I was crafty.
I asked her whether she’d like a church
wedding and the usual reception, or a
cheque for one thousand. A chip off the
old block, she opted for the cheque,
knowing she’d get the other, too, if she
wanted it.
I squeaked in just under $1500. She in
vested the cheque in a car, which she
totalled in a roll-over on their honey
moon. No pun intended.
At a moderate accounting, today’s
dad is going for at least twice that
before he sinks into his chair on Sunday
night with a, “Thank God, ‘sallover.”
On second thought, $3,000 is modest,
the way today’s middle-class wedding
has built up its hidden costs. It’s $25 for
the preacher, unless he’s lost his dog-
collar or been disbarred. Ditto for the
drganist. Gowns for the bridesmaids,
add $300. A donation to the church for
the oil heating. Fifty bucks for in
vitations. Five hundred minimum for
new duds for him and the old lady. A
“little’ going-away cheque for the
bride, another five hundred.
He’s up to nearly fifteen hundred
before the preacher has even said,
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
today...’’
If he’s a real big-time spender, he
picks up the tab for the hotels atwhich
guests who have come from afar at
great touble and expense, lay their
well-coiffed heads.
Then there’s the open bar at the
reception, the dinner with wine the
orchestra or disc jockey for dancing,
the open bar again, the towing charges
* * *
While many of our “older” readers
will recall life in those days, such
figures will be well beyond the com
prehension of today’s teenagers.
They may also be interested in know
ing that the newspaper of that era not
only carried the results of school ex
aminations, but they did so to the point
of listing the grades attained by
students. There were even categories
listed for those “below passing” and
their names were carried right there
on the front page for everyone to see.
That’s all very much taboo in our
modern educational system, of course,
giving way to such things as “progress
ing favorably” or ‘‘needs im
provement”.
However, kids who may be heading
home with poor report cards in the
next couple of weeks should be advised
to head to the local library and look up
the marks attained by their parents
and grandparents as recorded in the T-
A.
It could provide them with some am
munition to ward off punishment.
Readers may be surprised at some of
the poor marks several of our present
leading citizens recorded. We’re not
going to list any examples, but check
ing out the lists certainly provided the
writer with a few chuckles.
for guests who mistook the ditch for
the road on the way home. Call it fif
teen hundred.
Of course, there are compensations.
With a big wedding like this, the bride
receives about four thousand dollars
worth of gifts. “Isn’t it obscene?”, ask
ed the bride’s father at our latest, as
we ooh-ed and aah-ed over the loot. It
was. But that doesn’t do the old man
much good.
However, I guess it’s all worth it. A
daughter, especially an only daughter
is a gift from heaven.
This last one was a lovely wedding.
And I don’t use words like “lovely”
casually.
Kevin MacMillan, 20, grandson of sir
Ernest MacMillan, one of Canada’s
great men of music, married Anne
Whicher, 18, whom I have known
since she came from the hospital in a
pink blanket. They are very young.
Good.
Both deep into music. We had a
beautiful Ave Maria, sung by Cousin
Kathy, and an excellent string ensem
ble, before the wedding and during the
interminable time when they are sign
ing the register, and during dinner’
Class.
Anne was kissed and cozened by
dozens of cousins, armies of aunts, and
hordes of hooligans, like me. She took
it in her stride, as she will life.
For my wife, the wedding was a
chance to gabble at 500 words per
minute, with old friends from school
days. She loved it.
For me, it was being assaulted by
large ladies of indeterminate age who
still had that elusive beauty, fairly well
camouflaged, of twenty years ago, and
who still thought I could dance till
dawn. I loved it. Good wedding.
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The fatter tax bills, on the
other hand, outpaced all
these, rising 302% to $7,486 in
the 17 year period, or 336% to
$8,123 if government deficits
are included.
It’s important to note that
during the interval some costly
government programs were
initiated, shifting some spend
ing away from the private sec
tor. Two examples, the
national health care scheme
and a major expansion of
government support for senior
citizens.
Nevertheless, other govern
ment spending (and taxation)
has increased dramatically
over the years.
The study also provides
some insight into methods of
tax collection and a possible
reason for the relatively
muted public reaction to the
changes.
Says the report: “While
most Canadians are used to
considering income taxes as
the most significant taxes they
pay... other taxes account for
a larger fraction of the total tax
bill”.
The Institute points out
that in 1978 the average family
paid income taxes of $3,134,
yet other taxes - ranging from
oil and motor vehicle taxes, to
amusement and property
taxes - amounted to $4,352.
In other words, taxes other
than income taxes - many of
them of the hidden variety -
account for nearly 60% of the
total tax bill of the average
Canadian family.
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memory lanej
55 Years Ago
The Blanshard Mutual
Telephone system, a
recently organized com
pany, having secured a
sufficient number of sub
scribers has purchased the
St. Marys, Medina and
Kirkton Telephone Com
pany, according to an an
nouncement made recently.
The purchase price was
$68,000.
Misses Lyla Ballantyne,
Anne Allison and Agnes
Fenwick of New York City,
are spending their vacations
at their respective homes
here.
The many friends of Rev.
H.J. Armstake, of Sum
merland, B.C. will be
pleased to know that he has
been awarded first prize in
the contest on Christian
Stewardship, conducted by
the department of finance of
the Methodist Church.
Mrs. Gladys Balkwell, of
Winnipeg is visiting at the
home of Mr. William Leavitt.
Mrs. Anderson and son of
Sault Ste. Marie, are visiting
with the former’s mother,
Mrs. Delbridge in town.
30 Years Ago
Wednesday evening Hon.
Leslie Frost, Premier of
Ontario addressed a large
gathering seated in the
bandstand of Exeter Com
munity Park in the interests
of Elgin McKinley, the
Progressive-Conservative
member for Huron-Perth.
Grading of the site for the
new $25,000 Community
Centre at Hensall is being
done this week. It will
provide a standard-size ice
surface for hockey and
skating as well as meeting
rooms for Boy Scouts, etc.
Roof on the newly added
grandstand and rest rooms
will be installed at Com
munity Park before the
annual race meet here July
20.
Exeter garage operators
met Thursday evening and
decided to close Wednesday
afternoons. The one open the
previous Sunday will also be
open Wednesday afternoon.
20 Years Ago
By capturing the prize for
the highest aggregate marks
in grade 12, SHDHS Queen
Jane Horton of Hensall
completed a “grand slam”
in the field. She has won the
honour in each of the four
years it has been awarded.
During the ladies night
program of Exeter Kinsmen
Thursday, past presidents
Ralph Genttner and Irvine
Armstrong received their
ninth year attendance pins.
Their wives, both past
presidents of the Kinette
club received seventh year
pins. All four are charter
members of their respective
clubs.
The promotion of F/O John
A. Cann of Exeter to the rank
of Flight Lieutenant has
been announced by the
RCAF. Since 1956 he has
been serving with the
directorate of Public
Relations at Air Force
Headquarters, Ottawa.
Next week Huron County
Health Unit will officially
complete 10 years of public
service. The unit now has a
staff of 15.
15 Years Ago
Winds which hit a peak
somewhere between 80 and
90 m.p.h. lashed through the
area Tuesday and left a trail
of flattened barns, trees, TV
aerials and ripped roofs and
shingles off numerous barns,
sheds and houses.
Don “Boom Boom”
Gravett, Exeter’s
recreational director for the
past four years has handed
in his resignation to the RAP
committee.
The old Exeter Opera
House, once a favourite spot
for the holding of plays,
concerts and dances, has
been sold by McKerlie
Automotive to Fred Darling,
owner of the local IGA store.
Mr. and Mrs. Henry
Adkins, R.R. 2 Hensall,
celebrated their 45th wed
ding anniversary, Saturday
night when all the members
of their family gathered at
the Dominion Hotel,-Zurich
for a dinner in their honour.