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Ii’i’cgnlar indeed
Exeter council may be excused for
wanting to do their utmost to accom
modate the local Masonic lodge in their
plans to build a new hall, but the
method used to pursue that goal makes
a mockery of their sworn respon
sibilities.
By the admission of Mayor Bruce
Shaw, council’s action in giving third
Nothing
Despite the millions spent in
producing movies and television ex
travaganzas, there’s no doubt that they
still fall short in providing the type of
entertainment available at a lively
public meeting.
While many of those in attendance
at last week’s session to discuss con
troversial books were possibly too in
volved on one side or the other to get
any entertainment value from the Clin
ton meeting, the people in attendance
as “onlookers” were well rewarded in
that regard.
The session covered almost every
conceivable aspect of human emotions.
At times it was downright hilarious,
while at others it was appropriately
serious.
However, in the final analysis, it
did nothing to resolve the debate. Some
attitudes may have been moderately
mellowed, but none was changed. In
fact, the discussion wandered so far
from the issue at hand on so many oc-
and final reading to a bylaw that wasn’t
even written was “highly irregular”.
It was the type of action that
prompts suggestions that there are
varying degrees of law for different
people in a community, and members
jeopardize the faith placed in them by
ratepayers when they side-step accep
table procedures.
resolved
casions, that it served very little useful
purpose.
Unfortunately, it probably deepen
ed the rift between the two sides to the
point that a decision on the matter will
become even more difficult. Ex
aggerated statements have made a
mockery of the positions of those who
want the books removed from the
school lists and those who want them
retained.
However, in essence, the objec
tions arise from parents whose
religious convictions are offended by
the books, and subsequently they do not
want them included in the course of
study for their children.
Those convictions may be difficult
for some to comprehend, but they can
not be lightly dismissed as being
fanatical or an extremely small
minority group.
It is a problem with which the
board and its staff must grapple, and
on those terms.
"Each year, I spend half my time getting the lawn to grow fast and the other half cutting it, because if grows so fast!
BATT’N AROUND
Poor ratings
Would you buy a used car from
your friendly, neighbourhood
politician?
No way — at least if you are like
the more than 650 people surveyed in
Kitchener-Waterloo by Dr. Steven
Brown, an assistant professor of
political science at Wilfrid Laurier
University.
The survey indicates that people
rank politicians 12th on a list of 13 oc
cupations in terms of their likelihood of
selecting principles over career ex-
pediencey when the two conflict. In this
respect, politicians as an occupation
group rank just ahead of used car
salesmen.
Clergymen, physicians and
policemen in that order are seen as
most likely to follow their principles
when forced to choose between the two
courses of action.
Among those further down the list
are dentists, professors, auto
repairmen and retail merchants.
In a second question, Dr. Brown
asked people whether the motives for
the actions of a typical member of each
occupation could be taken at face
value, or whether his motives must be
viewed with some suspicion.
Once again, only the actions of
used car salesmen were viewed with
greater suspicion than those of
politicians. On the other hand,
physicians and clergymen were seen as
most straightforward.
Reacli out
June 18-24 is Senior Citizens’ Week.
This year, the theme of Senior Citizens’
Week is “Reach out”. This theme is in
tended to convey a threefold message:
actively seeking and enjoying the
challenges of giving and accepting; go
ing out into the community and bring
ing people closer together; and making
this helping and sharing an ongoing
part of community life.
Companies and institutions are
recognizing the special needs of
seniors. They are also recognizing that
this segment of Canada’s population
are increasing in number more rapidly
than any other age group. The Ontario
Federation of Labour has issued a
Proclamation of Seniors’ Rights.
Our parents and grandparents have
endured global war and economic
depression to build the prosperity we
enjoy. They have invested their lives in
our future. In return, we maintain a
pension system which degrades their
lives of hard work with a final chapter
of humiliating poverty and dependen
cy.
Government and business leaders
justify below-poverty public pensions,
saying working people must learn to
save, but they allow inflation to ex
propriate the value of saving from the
few who have been able.
Parents and grandparents have
been deprived of our personal support
in daily life because we are forced to
chase jobs right across the country.
Corporations demand mobile labour
but offer empty promises in place of
mobile pensions. Even the employee
who stays for life is. likely to see his
pension eroaed by inflation.
Our seniors have become depen
dent on our generosity while we con
tinue to treat them as a burden. A
civilized society would recognize the
contribution made by its elders by
guaranteeing their share of prosperity
and the means to enjoy life in retire
ment.
,We hereby undertake to establish
for seniors, within our own organiza
tion and society generally, the follow
ing rights which are necessary for the
retirement we expect ourselves:
• To be known as seniors or elders in
recognition of their contribution to
our collective well-being.
• To define their own needs in retire
ment through representative
organizations.
• Public financial support for seniors’
representative organizations and
programs which they design to meet
their own needs.
• Guaranteed income sufficient to
secure balanced diet, comfortable
shelter, freedom of movement,
regular recreation, social life and
entertainment.
• To have the value of this income
maintained throughout retirement
and to share improvements in our
standard of living.
• The opportunity to acquire an ade
quate pension as a right flowing from
a lifetime of work rather than on a
means-tested basis.
• Free access to the care and facilities
required to sustain good health
without confinement to institutions
wherever possible.
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naemory
RCAF now stationed at
Lethbridge, Alta, has been
awarded his LAC.
25 Years Ago
Nearly 200 rural public
school ’ pupils and their
teachers travelled to London
in four chartered buses to
view a circus parade, and
the circus and have picnic
supper at Springbank Park
to celebrate the Coronation.
Huron County Council let
a $348,472 contract to Ellis-
Don Ltd., London, for the 64-
bed addition and renovation
of the Huron County Home.
April 3, 1930 following the
first Great War. an Exeter
branch of the Canadian
Legion was organized and
given its charter the follow
ing month.
Kirkton-born Ward Allen,
28, was chosen grand cham
pion fiddler of Western On
tario at the Championship
Fiddlers’ contest held in the
Hensail Arena Friday night
before an estimated crowd
of 1.200.
20 Years Ago
Rev. H.J. Snell, Exeter,
who has been president of
London Conference United
Church during the pqst year,
presented the staff of office
and chairman’s gavel to his
successor, Rev. Gordon W.
Butt, Windsor, when the
four-day annual meeting in
Chatham drew to a close.
Pride of Huron Rebekah
Lodge celebrated its
eleventh birthday in the
form of a friendship night
June 4.
Mass production poultry
building on the Alcantuc
farm west of Exeter on
Highway 83 is rapidly taking
shape. The structure which
will house 10,000 turkey
broilers or 20,000 chicken
broilers is 384’ x 56’ with no
windows.
Rev. Alex Rapson of Main
Street United Church
accepted a call to Hyatt
Ave. United Church, Lon
don, Sunday.
60 Years Ago
The Exeter Canning and
Preserving Co. assisted by
the good offices of Mr.
Haviland and the teaching
staff of Exeter High School
succeeded in inaugurating
the farmerette movement in
Exeter.
Rev. S.W, Muxworthy,
pastor of Main Street
Church, who has completed
five years in Exeter and is
being transferred to Forest,
will preach his closing ser
mon next Sabbath.
Lieut. Harold Swann who,
for three years taught at
Eden School and who recent
ly returned from overseas,
visited with friends this
week in the community and
residents were entertained
in his honor at the home of
Alfred Coates.
Rev. Ernest Grigg, mis
sionary to Burma, who spent
the past year in YMCA work
in France, has arrived in
Montreal on furlough and
will shortly visit his sister.
Miss Grigg of town.
35 Years Ago
Mr. and Mrs. M.W. Telfer
moved Thursday to Parkhill
where Mr. Telfer has been
transferred after the closing
of the Bank of Commerce in
Crediton. Mr. and Mrs.
Telfer were residents of
Crediton for the past 17
years.
Wednesday the ladies of
the Exeter branch of the
Red Cross met in the kitchen
of James Street UC and
made 104 pounds of
strawberry jam. In a few
days they will be making
gooseberry jam, Conveners
are Mrs. Wib Martin, Mrs.
L. Kyle and Miss Laura
Jeckell.
Wednesday, August 4 the
Ontario electors will go to
the polls to elect a new
government. The editor of
this paper has been ap
pointed Returning Officer
for the electoral district of
Huron.
Eldrid Simmons of the
Kids were different then
In September, 1948, the writer was
one of 107 grade nine students entering
the halls of learning at Exeter High
School, thereby swelling the total
enrolment to a record 292.
For graduates of Exeter Public
School, the move to the high school was
not a particularly exciting change. It
merely meant a move from the ground
floor of the old school to the
classrooms on the second floor.
The teachers didn’t even provide
much of a change of pace in view of the
fact they were familiar faces to local
youngsters. However, we were among
the more fortunate in that regard, as
the home room teacher for the 37
students in our grade 9A class was a
new arrival, an enthusiastic young
physical education specialist by the
name of Glen Mickle.
.Last week, we had an opportunity to
sit down with Glen and recall some of
the events of, the past 30 years at the
high school oh the eve of Glen’s retire
ment.
As a sports nut, it was probably only
natural that Glen was our favorite
teacher through five years of high
school, although with a small enrol
ment and only a dozen teachers,
students enjoyed a more personal
relationship with all the teaching staff.
It is interesting to note that the staff
in 1948 included principal H. L. Sturgis,
Lauretta Seigner, Eugene Howey, Joe
Creech, Ernie Jones, Andy Dixon, Gor
don Koch, Sandy Ness, Morley
Sanders, Cecil Wilson and D.
Ferguson. The majority of those
remained in Exeter through to their
retirement.
Glen joined the staff at a salary of
$2,200, which he recalls, aggravated a
couple of the other members because it
was $100 more than they were receiv
ing. H. L. was getting a whopping $3,-
600 for his added responsibilities.“If I
could ever get to $3,600, what would I
do with all that money?” Glen recalled
thinking at the time.
* * *
Glen’s arrival at South Huron was
marked by one of the major high school
sports dynasties of all-time, as he and
Miss Seigner annually led local teams
to WOSSA basketball and volleyball
championships. The school was dubbed
“the one from the hinterlands” by a
WOSSA official and the teams ended up
at the annual basketball tournament in
London with a teddy bear mascot nam
ed “Hinterland Harry”.
Glen took his first team to WOSSA in
the spring of 1949, losing to Tillsonburg
in the final by the narrow verdict of 24-
22. Members of that team included
Murray May, Bill O’Brien, John
Rether, Ivan Hunter-Duvar, Fred
Dobbs, Gord Cann, Bill Mickle, Grant
Morgan and George Dobbs.
The following year, many of those
players were on hand as South Huron
won the title. The lineup was Roger
Vd'ndenbussche, Ken Moir, Murray
May, Glenn Schroeder, Gerald Webb,
Paul Durand, Fred Dobbs, Gord Cann,
Bill Mickle, Cam Krueger and Grant
Morgan.
In 1951, Sbuth Huron successfully
defended the title through the efforts of
Ron Heimrich, Durand, John Haberer,
Cann, Bill Gilfillan, Moir, Schroeder,
Bill Maybe and Ian McAllister,
A year later, the junior boys won
their first WOSSA title with a lineup of
John Hicks, Gary Middleton, Bill
Yungblut, Ron Rowcliffe, Jim Sturgis,
Bill Batten, Bev Heywood, Richard
McFalls, Chuck Parsons, Bob Robert
son.
The seniors were nipped 36-33 in the
WOSSA final the following year,
although they did manage to win a
volleyball crown, one of two recorded
by the school.
In 1954, both junior and senior teams
were again in the championship,
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although neither was successful. Glen
also had three football teams in
WOSSA championships, their closest
effort being a loss in the final minutes
when a penalty nullified what would
have been the winning touchdown.
★ * ★
In his first year as coach and head of
the phys ed department, Glen con
ducted classes in the old arena gym
nasium, recalling on many occasions
that, the students had to wear their
coats due to the lack of sufficient heat
in the winter time.
However, a couple of his ardent
basketball stars found life more en
joyable curled up on the couch down
beside the basement furnace. The par
ticular habits of that pair prompted
Glen to lock his team in a room at the
Hotel London in their first WOSSA
tournament.
Keeping tabs on players became
most difficult when he had both junior
and senior teams in the finals. “I had
to run like heck between gyms,” he
recalled, with those games taking
place in two different locations.
He finds the attitude of students has
changed considerably since those early
days in his teaching career. “In those
days we didn’t have to coax kids to
come out and play on school teams.
They wanted to play and they wanted
to support the school.”
Students who participated in school
sports also had to make many
sacrifices. There were no late buses to
take them home and most of the
students from the country or neighbor
ing villages had to hitch-hike after
games and practices.
He recalled one father phoning him
to say his son would have to quit
basketball, because for two nights in a
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The readers write
Sugar and Spice
Dispensed by Smiley
Don't let it get to you
Dear Sir:
“Archie Bunker” was in
Clinton on Tuesday night; his
strident “stifle” rang
raucously throughout the
High School Auditorium:
“Ban the books; don’t
corrupt our youth!”
The best known con
temporary bigot and anti
intellectual paraded his
fears, his intolerance and his
hostility before four famous
Canadian writers of
distinction; English
teachers; senior students;
and parents and citizens
opposed to the efforts of
organized pressure groups to
suppress novels of literary
merit on the Grade 13
curriculum.
Probably the most baffled
and frustrated were the
students. They had known
that “Archie” had existed
throughout the ages, but they
had not before met a com
pletely closed mind face to
face. Deeply involved in
having their own minds
opened up through the
educational process, they
could not understand an
“Archie” whose only
response to liberal and
rational concerns was
“Meathead.”
Unable to see beyond his
own self-righteousness, he
labelled dissent as
blasphemy. The 18 year old
students said: “We can
handle the dirty words; trust
us; trust our judgement.”
Archie said: “I can’t trust
you.”
The “Archies” of this
world, however, can’t
protect themselves by
professing to protect their
own children. They can’t
push onto them their own
anxieties and insecurities, in
an attempt to cope with their
own perceptions of threats.
The threats that Archie
perceives have been ac
cepted for many years by 18
year olds as part of the
normal verbal world of
growing up.
Secure in his own fan
tasies, Archie has blocked
out the reality of the
elementary school bus and
school yard, where in a few
minutes he could hear more
four letter dirty words than
are printed in the three
novels he is concerned about.
We don’t completely
disapprove of children
because of the dirty words
they use. To ban good books
because of dirty words is to
ban good children for the
same reason. To condemn
these books is to condemn an
eight year old child.
“Archie Bunker” the adult
and parent has insulted the
school trustees and
teachers; his own children
and perhaps most of all
himself. If students are
going to be corrupted by
j dirty words they will have
| been corrupted long before
1 Grade 13 and if so, only poor
parental training would
permit such corruption.
In our free society, we
. must tolerate the “Archie
J Bunkers”o
“Archie Bunker” the adult
and parent has insulted the
school trustees and
teachers; his own children
and perhaps most of all
himself. If students are
going to be corrupted by
dirty words they will have
been corrupted long before
Grade 13 and if so, only poor
parental training would
permit such corruption.
In our free society, we
must tolerate the “Archie
Bunkers” of this world, but
we must not run scared from
their fears. The young people
in our high schools are free
of such weaknesses; they
have the strength of good
judgement. Let’s trust our
young people.
Sincerely,
C. Ken Lawton.
# #
Dear Editor
My first trip to Exeter was
on a Saturday night in
September 1943, a time
when, the farm people used
to come to the Village to do
the weekly shopping to meet
friends or take in a movie. I
was with a family from
Crediton, their son and I
were both stationed at
Wolseley Barracks, London.
Over the years I have been
in three places called
Exeter; this one, New
Hampshire USA and “The
Sister City” in England.
Crediton is not very far from
it either just like here in
Ontario.
I later lived in Exeter for a
year back in 48-49, and I
enjoyed it very much. We
used to share the water with
the turtles at the old dam site
if it’s still here.
Oh yes, my first sight of
Grand Bend was in 1943.
Then it had very few cot
tages and a wooden wharf
out from the main beach
area and nothing else. Now it
puts Atlantic City in second
place for tourists. I wonder if
they ever cleaned up the
poison ivy along the beach!!
When I read of Exeter in
the news, I remember all
those Old yesterdays and the
memories I have of it.
Lovely ones! This place has
a special place in my heart,
forever.
Mrs. Barbara C. Douglas,
83 Loyalist Ave.
Amherstview, Kingston
Ontario K7N 1K9 Canada
Despite my fairly often encounters
with snarly misanthropes who seem
bent on convincing me that the human
race is a nasty lot, I keep coming back
to the good, warm feeling that, on the
whole, people are a pretty good lot, as
far as they go.
They are kind and concerned, despite
the evidence to the contrary. When I
wrote something about my wife’s in
somnia and how she dreads our up
coming trip to Europe — trying to
sleep on boats, buses and a strange bed
every night — a lady reader sent me a
long letter filled with ideas on how to
cope with the situation.
One time, in a real cri de coeur, I
mentioned that our daughter was very
ill, and asked readers to say a prayer.
We received dozens of letters and
phone calls, from friends and
strangers, assuring us that they would
do just that.
An elderly lady from Alberta wrote
me a long and involved letter offering a
solution, when I once complained of
arthritic agony in this space. I’m going
to take her up on it one of these days.
I’ve tried wearing a phony bracelet and
carrying a potato around in my hip
pocket, and they were slightly less than
successful. Turned to write somethng
on the blackboard a few weeks ago, my
old friend Arthur nailed me in the hip,
and I almost fell down in front of the
class. Headline: English Department
Head Drunk On Duty; Angry Parents
Demand Dismissal.
Wrote a column recently asking for
someone, somewhere, to give my
daughter a job. It was written in jest.
But any day now, I expect an old
friend, or a complete stranger, to give
me a call and offer her a job as a
chicken plucker or a go-go dancer or a
cosmetician in a mortuary, or
something equally exotic.
Years ago, I had to go off to the San,
with a shadow on my lung. I left behind
a young, pregnant, bewildered, and
scared wife. My friends, young and
supposedly callous, spent their scanty
money on visits to me, and supported
and solaced my bride, without ever try
ing to take a pass at her, to my
astonishment and enlightenment, for
they were a pretty unscrupulous
crowd, and she was a raving beauty,
and human nature being what it is . . .
Just recently, a colleague died of
leukemia, after a comparatively short
illness. He was in his prime, a nice guy,
generally liked, full of life. And he died
bravely, without any whimpering, still
making plans for next year.
A couple of days later, one of his
mates was around with a piece of
paper, looking for signatures for work
parties at Paul’s place. He and his wife
owned a summer resort, into which
they’d poured a lot of money and
energy, planning for his retirement.
They had neglected the place, natural
ly, during his last illness. The weeds
and grass had grown, and they had to
open soon for the summer season.
There was no lack of signatures, and
we all piled in, even the old decrepits
like me, who usually leave the menial
labor for the kid next door, to clean up
the place.
During the war, I found the same
kindness and concern among the
enemy. A young German paratrooper
who had watched coldly while some
older German chaps kicked me about
rather badly for something naughty I'd
done, came into the box-car in which I
was tied up that evening, bloody and
well-bowed, threw his camouflage
cape over me — it was October — and
talked to me in halting French. I sorely
needed both the cape and the company.
A few weeks later, with other
prisoners, I was sitting out an air raid
(ours) in the basement of a German
railway station. We were half-frozen
and hungry as hell. Some middle-aged
German ladies came down with a huge
basin of hot coffee (ersatz) and
motherly looks (real) in the middle of
that air raid. I blessed their good
hearts, and hoped my mother would do
the same, in the same situation.
Arrived at my first prison camp, I
couldn’t believe it when the in
habitants, Australians and New
Zealanders, captured at Crete three
years earlier, gave us a hot meal from
their own meagre rations. We were
cold, exhausted and half-starved. If
anything gave me a faith in the innate
decency of the human race, it was that.
Those are clear-cut examples, but
there are hundreds of others, less easy
to describe.
The neighbor who slips over with a
jar of hot, homemade soup when your
wife is away. The other neighbor who
feeds your cat when you’re off on a
trip, or who fixes your shutters or your
plumbing and forgets to send a bill. The
doctor who calls, after an ungodly long
day, to check on the state of your sick
child. The quiet concern in the eyes of
your students when they know you are
really too ill to be up there teaching.
It’s a cynical age, and it’s an easy
age to be a cynic, but don’t let it get to
you.
When the chips are down, when
there’s fire or flood or famine, blizzard
or blast or bats in the attic, people will
respoiid with a kindness that will blind
you with tears.
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