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The unity question is dealing a
serious blow to the Canadian economy,
expecially in Quebec, the Task Force
on Canadian Unity was told by the
Canadian Chamber of Commerce.
Political instability, added to un
certainties about government inten
tions and labour unrest, are dampening
investment and contributing to un
employment in Canada, the Chamber
said.
The brief noted that damage to the
economy is particularly evident in
Quebec, where the job creation rate is
the slowest in Canada, with a growing
differential between the Canada and
Quebec unemployment rates, and
where the private-sector investment
intentions are alarmingly low, with
80% of recent investment coming from
the public sector. “All signs point
towards a deterioration of the present
economic circumstances”, the brief
said.
Citing a 10-1 ratio of head office
moves out of Quebec compared with
moves into Quebec, in the period Nov.
1, 1976 to Dec. 31, 1977, the Chamber
said some of the key factors in the
decisions to move were lack of certain
ty as to future government policy, a
high incidence of labour unrest and a
high total tax bill. However, the brief
cautioned that in analyzing moves,
attention should be focussed on the
movement of jobs rather than mere
changes of address.
The Chamber said that for each
head office job lost, anywhere from 2.5
to 4.0 related jobs are lost.
On the topic of the widening
regional disparities that tend to divide
our nation, the Chamber said handouts
will not solve the problem, and that it is
necessary to build an industrial base in
each region in accordance with the un
ique and specific character of that
region.
The brief touched on a number of
other aspects including the question of
what economic powers should be under
federal jurisdiction, the concept of
“sovereignty-association”, an in
dustrial strategy for Canada, fran
cophone access to management
positions and a listing of Canadian
Chamber activities in support of unity.
On the topic of “sovereignty
association”, the Chamber said that
concept is not a realistic option, and
that any province breaking away
should be prepared to face the conse
quences alone.
At the request of the Task Force,
the Chamber brief addressed only the
economic aspects of the unity problem.
However, in a broad introductory
statement, the Chamber said that in
discussing the unity question, one can
not separate the political aspects from
the economic: the two are inextricably
linked together, and co-operation in the
one is incompatible with acrimony in
the other.
The Chamber also noted that unity
is essentially a problem of the people,
which can only be solved by the people,
and not by political personalities. The
key, said the Chamber, is in the minds
and hearts of all of us: we must find a
new national understanding.
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"'That’s the one . . . in the uniform!”
BATT’N AROUND .. with the editor
Judging was all above board
Pollution awards
Similar to the awards given to the
“worst dressed”, the “most unco
operative” and other awards for being
miserable is the “Disposamaniac
Award” given by Pollution Probe for
the most wasteful over-packaging.
First prize went to the Union Car
bide Canada Ltd., for the sale of
batteries in blister packages. It was es
timated that the cost of packaging was
over $4 million dollars and the wasted
resources became 104 tons, and the
energy consumed in the manufacture
equal to what would keep 3430 60 watt
light bulbs burning constantly for one
year.
Second prize went to the Clairol
Division of Bristol-Myers Canada Ltd.,
for the extravagant package on the new
deodorant “Tickle”.
Third prize went to Loblaws Ltd.,
for packaging coconuts.
How the Pollution Probe in
vestigators arrived at their conclusions
we don’t know but they have made a
point. While we don’t want to go back
to the methods in Europe in the x50’s
when buyers were still taking home
their groceries unwrapped in their own
string bags, carrying a plate for the
meat, and tucking unwrapped bread
under their arm, we still think it is un
necessary to wrap, rewrap, then put
into a paper bag. Indeed some of those
hard plastic bubbles are a nuisance and
downright dangerous when you try to
open them with the point of a knife.
Over-packaging is definitely a ma
jor cause of pollution, so are people
who throw papers, cigarette butts,
bottles, and garbage of all sorts all
over the place. We have become a na
tion of wasteful, careless slobs. The
trend will have to turn soon or we will
be buried beneath our own garbage.
A couple of weeks ago, the Ontario
Weekly Newspaper Association
monthly bulletin was received by
member newspapers across the
province.
One of the ‘'featured” photos in that
internal publication was one taken of
the writer enaged in judging the com
petition for the annual better
newspapers’ awards. It was a task we
shared with several other editors and
publishers early in February.
Included in the same issue was a list
of the winning entries, and as readers
will note elsewhere in this publication,
the T-A was judged as first place
winner in its circulation class.
It was only natural then that several
of otir associates at last weekend’s an
nual OWNA convention expressed the
opinion that our victory was not unex
pected, given the fact that yours truly
had been one of the judges.
Even members of the T-A staff, and
some local friends who had known of
our earlier judging trip, started to
question the validity of the honor in
this newspaper being chosen as top en
trant in the general excellence award.
However, the matter was straighten
ed out, hopefully to the satisfaction of
all but the most skeptical. The judges
picked from the ranks of the OWNA
were not allowed to judge in classes in
volving their own newspapers. The
writer, for instance, judged the top
division in the competition, those being
weekly newspapers with circulation of
16,500 or more.
It was all quite above board and now
that they have been assured of that
fact, the staff here are naturally quite
proud of the honor which this publica
tion won.
A general excellence award is based
on all aspects of the newspaper, from
photography and reporting, right
through to composition and makeup
and the general impression of the
finished product, so all members of the
staff share equally in whatever honor
and prestige may be associated with
such a win.
We happen to be darn proud of it, and
while there is certainly room for im
provement, there is also considerable
satisfaction in knowing that our
readers are receiving the best product
available in our circulation class.
•rf-* * *
As the teacher strike continues,
readers will find some arguments and
opinions expressed in letters received
this week. One of those letters calls
into question the editorial stand of this
newspaper.
The writer also wondqrs if we have a
direct line to the department of
revenue in our comment that the
teachers are receiving double the
salary of most of those who pay the
bills.
We’ll stand by that statement. For
his information, the community with
the highest average salary in 1975 (the
last year for which figures are
available) is Oakville. The annual
gross salary is $11,714, which is just un
der half that which the teachers would
receive in their current contract if it
was signed.
London’s figures for the same year
are $9,063. Given the normal inflation
rate, plus the knowledge that Huron is
in a much lower income area than
either Oakville or London, we maintain
our statement is fair and perhaps even
conservative.
Unfortunately, statistics for Huron
are available only for the year 1971, the
time of the last census. The average
wage for males at that time was $5,279
and for females it was $2,294.
* * *
On the other side of the coin, this
writer views with considerable con
sternation the situation which greeted
us last Wednesday in attempting to
reach a trustee at the Huron county
board office.
Two staff members repeatedly and
steadfastly claimed the trustee was not
in the building. In fact he was.
In checking out the situation further
this week, we were advised there was
some type of “misunderstanding” and
an apology was extended.
However, it is difficult to com
prehend this type of action where two
public employees would engage in such
a fabrication, regardless of whether or
not they misunderstood a directive
given to them.
Back to tlie diiiigeon
The recent pronouncements of On
tario’s minister of correctional ser
vices are chilling to say the least.
Frank Drea, a recent appointment to
the Ontario cabinet, intends not only to
stop pampering our prisoners, but if he
has his way will make Georgia’s chain
gangs look like kindergarten classes.
In fact, on a recent inspection of
Georgia’s penal system Mr. Drea ex
pressed the opinion that the state was
far too easy on its prisoners. Drea says
he would replace barbed wire
enclosures with stone walls topped
with razor tape. “That will take off
their tattoos,” was his observation. He
has recanted a bit on his declaration
that he would end the segregation of
sexual offenders, despite the proven
fact that many such prisoners are
beaten and sometimes killed in prison.
Drea will find sympathetic support
among a small minority of taxpayers
who still believe that prisons
are intended as a means of revenge
upon offenders — but a much greater
proportion of our fellow citizens is
totally revolted by a philosophy which
degrades not only its victims, but those
who would condone and carry out such
barbaric penalties. History and close
study have proven that inhumanly
harsh treatment of those who break the
law does not reduce the incidence of
crime.
Drea sounds like a man who should
have lived 300 years ago, at a time
when hanging, drawing and quartering
was standard procedure. As it is he is
an anachronism in modern government
and surely must be an embarrassment
to Premier Davis. It is safe to predict
that he will not be too long in the public
eye.
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After the last couple of columns, you
probably think I’m a mean, shrivelled,
shrunken, toothless old man who hates
winter because he’s so mean, shrivell
ed, etc. etc.
You’re right. But not entirely right.
It’s not winter itself that I hate. How
can you hate an abstract thing like
winter? You can’t punch it on the nose
or spit in its face (unless you are rich
and can go south).
No, No. After all, I was an ardent
curler for a dozen or so years, working
my way up through the tortuous
passages of the curling hierarchy until
I was a Vice-Skip (a Skip in mixed
doubles, already) until my dis
integrating discs suggested that there
were better ways of achieving comfort
than hoisting a 40-pound rock around
and beating the ice with a broom, bent
double.
And for a few years there, I was
known as the Terror of the Trails. Ski
trails, that is. When people heard
behind them a whooping “Scheiss!”
they got off the trail pretty quickly, I
can tell you. They were well aware that
Smiley had just roared down a three-
feet slope and was about to run right
over them. Mainly because he didn’t
know how to stop.
In fact, for about three years, I was
forced to undergo the torture of the
trails, puffingly trying to keep up with
an agile young wife who does yoga ex
ercises, until I smartened up.
About last year, I discovered that,
with judicious planning, pleading the
’flu, my arthritic foot, my bad back,
and my bursitic shoulder, I could stall
the skiing until about March.
Then, with any luck, there’d be some
freezing rain, a thaw, a blizzard, and
another thaw, so that skiing was im
possible. And I’d go around smacking
my right fist into my left palm, out
wardly furious that I’d missed all the
best of the winter skiing, inwardly
chortling. And people would sym
pathize with me, and I’d respond
“Yeah! Darn it to heck anyway.”
No, No. Winter is really a
wonderland to me. I wonder how
anybody in the land in his right mind
doesn’t go out of it.
Again, it’s not winter I hate. It’s put
ting on my rubber boots. It’s ice on the
roof. It’s driving in snow. It’s my fuel
bill. It’s moving mountains of snow
from here to there, and having some
zealous civic employee, whose wages
are paid out of my taxes, move it back
to here.
Aside from these minor and constant
irritations, winter can be a joy, an es
thetic treat of the first magnitude. I
discovered this on a recent bus trip to
the city.
We took off just as day was breaking.
And we rolled through a winter
landscape that was stunning in its stark
beauty. It was like a trip to another
planet in the warm, safe cocoon of our
space ship, the bus.
That’s the only way to travel in
winter — by bus. It’s a little bit like
low-flying, except that you don’t have
to handle the controls and keep an eye
on the altimeter.
Once you’ve adjusted to the hum of
the bus, there you are, morning paper
on your knee, flask of hot coffee on
your lap, snug and safe while the
terrifying and magnificent white and
blue and green and black countryside
peels by like a film on a screen.
After 40 days and 40 nights of snow
and wind, the land was not exactly
pastoral, unless you were breeding a
herd of polar bears.
But the Great Sculptor had been at
work, and the result was a surrealist’s
dream. Vast sweeps of undulating
white, undercarved here and there,
chiselled to a cutting point elsewhere.
All this loveliness was overpowering,
and I began to drift off into a day
dream in which I was a Russian count
flying across the snowy steppes in my
troika, toward my baronial manor in
which the countess was waiting with
steaming vodka and a hot shepherd’s
pie, made of a couple of ground-up
peasants who had got out of line.
It was too good to be true. A hoarse
voice from across the aisle shattered
the vision. “Hey, you’re Mr. Smiley,
the teacher, aintcha?” It was some
young turkey who was on his way to
Halifax, having just accepted the
Queen’s shilling, and for the next hour
he held me spellbound with a garbled
account of how he had gofhis Grade 10
after only four years in high school, the
teachers he liked and didn’t like, the
tremendous future he had in the armed
forces, all of it interspersed with bad
grammar and monotonous profanity.
By the time I got to the city, my
mood was sufficiently depressed for it:
the filfthy slush, the bleak, biting wind,
the total absence of any of winter’s
beauty, the hunched and watery-eyed
pedestrians.
It was back to the ugliness of winter.
But for one brief hour there, I lived in
an enchanted world, frightening but
magnificent, where the salt-rusted
fenders, the leaking rubbers, the es
calating oil bill, and the bloody snow
shovel could be temporarily banished
to the bottom of my bile sac.
And the city was so windy and dirty I
was glad to get home, walk into my
own backyard and cast a judicious,
almost fond glance at the picnic table
under four feet of white stuff and the
splendid array of sparkling, five-foot
icicles hanging directly over my back
door.
There was no countess, but the Old
Lady was there, and she was glad to
see me home, so I had a steaming
vodka and believe it or not, she had
prepared a hot shepherd’s pie. What
more could a man want, even if he isn’t
a count, on a winter’s eve in Canada?
i cJhecEnergy§avers
by Richard Charles
The 4 lb. a day grind
When we lug out those loads of garbage or toss them
down a chute, we are not only using up our own energy and
that of the garbage truck and its crew, but all the energy
resources that go into the production of so many everyday
things of life that end on the scrap heap.
It seems so futile. We are expert at making things that
look attractive in the supermarket and the department
store. Then, in no time at all, we have turned them into
something unsightly and offensive that we would rather not
think about. The sooner someone comes to take it away
and burn it or bury it, the better.
If that garbage could come back to haunt us, we might
be shocked into changing our ways. Each of us throws away
an average of four pounds of it every day, counting all the
waste for which we are wholly or partly responsible. That’s
about 1,500 pounds a year, and if we live to the age of 70,
we each score more than 50 tons of garbage in our time.
Just imagine what a small family of four can do, and try
burying that pile in your own back yard.
Do you know that we spend $500 million a year in
Canada just to collect and get rid of our garbage? Think of
the value of the fuel it took to grow, extract, process,
manufacture and transport so much stuff in the first place.
Think of the dwindling stocks of petroleum that we turn
into plastic and other synthetic materials, and then use for
such a brief time. The same goes for many other raw
materials that cannot be renewed.
Think of the money and resources we could save if we
did without a lot of the boxes, bags and wrappers that we
often throw away as soon as we get them home.
Think how much more enjoyable our land and water
would be without the pollution that comes from con
tinually making and discarding all that short-lived stuff.
So, what can we do for relief from the daily grind of
making four pounds of garbage?
We can serve meals no bigger than our appetites, unless
we can keep what is left for another time.
We can buy things only when we need them and try to
avoid buying all that packaging as well.
Where there’s a choice, we can stop using disposables
like plates, cups and diapers made of paper.
We can buy liquids in reusable containers such as bottles
and milk jugs instead of cans, plastic bags or cartons.
We can buy things that last longer, especially in fur
nishings, appliances and clothing.
We can do more mending and fixing instead of dis
carding.
We can save wrapping materials and use them again.
We can send unwanted household items to charities or
second-hand stores if they are still usable.
We can help in collecting bottles, cans and paper that
could be recycled into new products.
None of this calls for a return to the Dark Ages, but
quite a small shift in our habits that would make life no less
enjoyable, and perhaps more attractive. It’s not only
garbage that’s a blight, but all the other things that we
allow to rust, rot or fall apart, when they could be rescued
with a little more care.
There’s a publication call The garbage book that tells
how you can help. Write for a copy to Box 3500, Station C,
Ottawa, Ontario, K1Y 4G1. It is issued by the Office of
Energy Conservation, Department of Energy, Mines and
Resources.
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55 Years Ago
A St. Patrick’s cafeteria
supper was served in the
basement of Main Street
Church on Friday evening of
last week. The room was
very prettily decorated with
green and white. Following
the supper, a short program
was given.
On Saturday evening last
at about eleven o’clock, two
or three young fellows were
racing their horses on Main
Street when one of them ran
into another horse and rig
that was driving in the op
posite direction. Both
buggies were somewhat
damaged, the wheel of one
buggy being badly smashed.
Fortunately, neither of the
drivers nor the horses were
hurt.
Mr. Roy Finkbeiner has
bought the garage business
from Mr. Albert Morlock at
Crediton. Mr. Morlock will
still remain in the old
building and continue on in
the electric welding and
repair work of this depart
ment.
30 Years Ago
The Huronia Male Choir
announced its opening
concert in Exeter on
Tuesday. The choir, con
sisting of 28 young menjrom
Exeter and district has been
in rehearsal since November
.under the direction of Mrs.
H. L. Sturgis.
Mr. Gordon Cudmore was
one of a group of 250 from
Canada to visit the 738 acare
research farm of the Ralston
Purina Company at Grey
Summit, Montana.
Mr. and Mrs. Peter Kraft
celebrated their 69th wed
ding anniversary on March
11.
The staff and teachers of
the Exeter Public School are
sponsoring the Canadian
appeal for the Canadian
Save the Children Fund.
On Sunday evening, Rev.
H. J. Mahoney and choir of
Main St. United Church
conducted the service in
, James St. Church.
20 Years Ago
Over 800 people, the
largest crowd in Exeter
arena this season, applauded
the Exeter Figure Skating
Club’s presentation, “Ice
Frolic of 1958” Saturday
night. Fifty skaters took part
in the program.
Rev. Joseph De^Neef was
killed Tuesday when an
eight-foot concrete wall
collapsed on top of him as he
was building an extension to
his home in the Klondyke
gardens, six miles south of
Grand Bend.
Rev. Dr. E. E. Long,
secretary of the General
Council of the United Church
of Canada, officiated at the
re-opening services of
Hensall United Church
Sunday. Rev. Q. D. Daniels,
the church minister, con
ducted the service.
Members of the Lucan pee
wee hockey team flew to
New York over the weekend
and appeared with Ed
Sullivan on TV Sunday.
15 Years Ago
Don Pullen, Granton, 1963
president of College Royal at
the Ontario Agricultural and
Veterinary Colleges, Guelph,
had the privilege of en
tertaining his mother, Mrs.
M. Pullen and the Hon. W. A.
Stewart, Ontario Minister of
Agriculture who officiated at
the opening ceremonies.
Jim Hayter, Dashwood,
received the most valuable
player award at the com
pletion of the Shamrock
tournament in Lucan
Saturday. He scored seven
goals for Zurich in their two
games in “D” competition.
Ross Wein, Crediton, a
second year student at the
Ontario Agricultural College
was declared the reserve
Grand Champion Showman
at the recent College Royal.
Mr. & Mrs. Louis
Restemayer, Dashwood,
observed their golden
wedding anniversary last
week.