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IVantes tossed about
Within the past month or so, the
rumor-mill has been running full speed
in this area regarding an alleged drug
ring, with each new day bringing forth
more names to add to the list.
To date, none of the gossip has
been substantiated, and while the en
tire situation almost reaches the com
ical stage, people should be cautioned
that some of those falsely named don’t
find it very humorous and could initiate
defamation of character proceedings
against those who continue to throw
names into the mill.
The editor was even informed this
week that some people are of the opi
nion he was not on a trip to Germany to
watch Canada’s Armed Forces, but
rather was establishing international
connections for the “local mob”.
While that comment was made in a
light-hearted way (we hope) it no doubt
will be taken seriously by someone, as
are the allegations against many other
area residents.
People tread on very thin ice when
they engage in such rumors and can
often find themselves more em
barrassed before the law then they
would want from a personal and finan
cial standpoint.
A word to the wise should be suf
ficient.
Declining enrolment
It's becoming increasingly obvious
that declining school enrolments are
the story of the future.
The baby boom of the 1950’s and
60’s is now behind us, and for a variety
of reasons, smaller families are now
the order df the day.
In 1976. there were 1,360,085
elementary school pupils enrolled in
schools across Ontario. This fall, that
figure has dropped to 1,294,640 students
and by 1986, experts predict the figure
will have dropped to 1,192,366 students.
, In Huron County alone, the school
enrolment has dropped 2.8 per cent
from last year.
What does declining enrolment in
our schools mean?
For some schools, particularly the
older neighbourhood schools in urban
centres, the declining enrolment
means closure. The city of London has
already been forced to close a number
of its neighbourhood schools, despite
the protests of parents and teachers
and community organizations. The
death of a neighbourhood school is a
move which often speeds the dis
integration of community feeling in a
city neighbourhood but as pupil
numbers decline, school boards can no
longer afford to keep the smaller
schools open.
Although rural school aren’t as
likely to be closed as those in the city,
the day may come when classrooms
will be boarded up or some parts of the
school simply won’t be used.
The dwindling number of student is
• also having drastic effects on the job
prospects of the teachers employed in
our schools.
Last year, there were 2,969
elementary school teachers who
graduated from Ontario’s colleges and
universities — and 1,677 of these
graduates ended up without classroom
teaching jobs.
Even graduates prepared to take
jobs in the Far North may soon find
these positions at a premium.
The story is the same for secon
dary school teachers — last year 57 per
cent of these graduates ended up
without schools. Today school teachers
have joined the ranks of other universi
ty — educated professionals who are
collecting unemployment insurance or
taking jobs out of their field.
But declining enrolment isn’t just
affecting new teachers — it’s also hav
ing an effect on teachers already in the
classroom.
The mobility which was once
associated with the teaching profession
is over. Today, if a teacher is fortunate
enough to have a job, then there’s far
less chance that teacher can transfer to
another board or another area of the
province. A teacher who is frustrated
teaching where he or she is now, is like
ly to have to remain in the same school
longer or else consider leaving the
teaching profession altogether.
Right now, the future for our
schools doesn’t look promising.
The optimists among us still hope
that as the number of students
decreases, the quality of education will
rise. A smaller pupil teacher ratio
should mean more time for the in
dividual student.
Unfortunately, with the provincial
government reducing its payments to
local school boards, and with the or
dinary taxpayer footing more of the bill
for our rising education costs, it seems
likely that it will be some years before
students reap any benefits from the
declining enrollments.
Huron Expositor
‘"Walkout he damned — Pm going to go on a sit-down strike instead.
BATT’N AROUND .........with the editor
A florist's dream come true
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Bureaucrats and politi-
Perspectives
By SYD FLETCHER
Perspectives
After one of the most interesting and
novel weeks we’ve experienced, it is
extremely difficult to know where to
start in relating some of those ex
periences to readers. Our note book is
brimming with interesting tales of
Germany in general and the Canadian
Armed Forces presence there in par
ticular and it would appear more prac
tical to sit down and write a book than
a mere column.
However, we’ll attempt to present
some of the information in specific
stories, columns and photos over the
next two or three weeks and hope you’ll
find them as interesting on a second
hand basis as we did on a first hand
basis.
Our trip was basically a “working”
jaunt to Germany, and while we did
manage to see a considerable portion
of ther country along with our five other
Ontario weekly newspaper cohorts, the
Armed Forces personnel involved’in
arranging the trip kept us extremely
busy visiting with this nation’s 3,000-
member contingent assigned to defen
sive operations in central Europe
within the North Atlantic Treaty
Organization,
We watched Bavarian Bayonet, a
brigade-size exercise wherein the
Canadian troops combined to practice
their military skills, with a smaller
Germany army division acting as the
“enemy”. This exercise took place
over a 60 kilometer area northwest of
Ulm and during our visit, we were able
to visit dozens and dozens of small
villages in that area and to talk to the
Canadian troops as well as many Ger
man residents.
In side trips, we visited Heidelberg,
Strasbourg and Stuttgart, most of
which are located in the scenically
renowned Black Forest area.
Small town fairs. They’re
addictive.
They’re a lot different
from the big city exhibitions
and fairs. At those you
might meet one person you
know. The rides are priced
right out of sight and you
stand a good chance of get
ting gypped by some of the
hustlers on the midway. In
the buildings it’s strictly
bumper to bumper traffic so
you hang onto your wallet
with one hand and push with
the other.
At the country fair it’s a
whole different world.
First you make your way
to the church booth and pick
out a piece of your favourite
pie served by somebody who
might be the local mayor
pitching in to help a good
cause. Though there’s
always a good crowd on the
grounds you don’t mind as
much because it seems that
every other person is a
friend you haven’t seen
since last fair day.
The rides aren’t quite as
flashy or as numerous as the
big fairs but the kids spend
their money just as fast and
seem to enjoy themselves
every bit as much.
You’ve got lots of time to
go through the few buildings
and see just about
everything there is to see.
It’s interesting because you
know the exhibitors like the
big school exhibits or the
quilt made by your next door
neighbour.
Down at the little grands
tand you can watch a freckle
contest og the baby show, or
a pie-eating contest. It’s a
real shocker when you
realize that the third kid
from the left, just a-
munching away, is your own
ten year old, the one you
haven’t seen since he came
to ask for another dollar.
I taked to one fellow who
ran a food stand. It turned
out that he ran a machine
shop in a nearby town. He’d
fixed up a trailer and came
to all the fairs around with
it. Already he’d picked up
the lingo of the carnival
men.
“You got a joint here?” he
asked, wondering if I ran a
game at the fair.
I asked him if he was mak
ing a reasonable amount at
the fairs.
“Naw,” he replied wryly.
“Last year I lost money. It’s
a good thing I had another
business . . His voice
trailed off, then he brighten
ed. “Maybe this year,
though. Kinda gets in your
blood you know.”
As I said before, the coun
try fairs get hold of you. Try
one. You’ll like it.
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Our first impression of Germany was
that it was progressive, clean and
beautiful and while first impressions
don’t always count, they did in this
case as the scene seldom changed on
any of our outings.
The lasting impression is that the
country is a florist’s dream come true.
Nowhere have we ever experienced
such an endless sight of flowers and
greenery. Every inch of space appears
to be covered with gardens, while
flower boxes adorn most balconies and
windows. It appears that every citizen
tries to outdo his neighbor in that
regard and each community tries to
outperform the next.
Blessed by a warmer climate than
we Canadians, Germans have up to
three plantings of flowers and
vegetables and most appear to spend a
considerable portion of their leisure
hours in this pursuit.
One can quickly become a social out
cast for failing to appear at a party
without a bouquet of flowers, a prac-
' tice that is not all that expensive when
you can purchase more blooms than
you can carry for under $3.00 dt the
neighborhood florist shop is you don’t
want to deplete your own garden’s
bounty.
The second impression is that
cleanliness is a way of life, Each mor
ning, the women in the village can be
seen sweeping their sidewalks and the
task is not completed until they have
also cleaned up any debris that may
have been dropped on the roadway dur
ing the night.
The Germans are so particular in
that regard, that requirements for
keeping apartments and their surroun
dings clean are included in lease
agreements. Derek Quinn, a
newsbroadcaster from Lahr who ac
companied us on our trip to Ulm,
reported that his lease required that he
scrub down the sidewalks each Satur
day morning. Another item covered
was that there was to be no smoking in
his apartment.
Trips along the autobahn and country
Picked up serious disease
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There’s probably only one thing more
boring than being forced to watch
slides of someone else’s holiday jaunt,
and that is having to listen to them tell
about it. But if you think that you are
going to get away with only two
columns about “OUR TRIP,” you
might as well turn over to the real es
tate ads right now, gentle reader.
Not after I spent all that money. I’ve
had two long distance calls and a letter
in the past 10 days from the Chargex
people. Seems we went over our limit
by about double, and the bills are still
coming in. Oh, well, that’s inflation.
On a trip like ours, it’s probably a
good idea to take notes, or keep a
diary. I never do this: too interested in
people and places to try to put them
down. Tried to keep it all in m.v head, in
pictures. Result: for 10 days after we
got home I couldn’t sleep, with all
those pictures, hopelessly mixed,
flashing through my mind.
When you hit eight countries in 14
days, it's more like low-flying than an
in-depth study of the treasures of
Europe. But it's amazing what you can
and do see and experience.
For the average traveller who is not
an art expert, there is serious danger
of picking up a couple of diseases,
cathedralitis and basilicatis. The
symptoms are similar. If you see a per
son with head cricked right back, and
mouth open, he’s probably just back
from Europe.
While the cathedrals are awesome in
their structure and art work, they tend
to make you feel like a very small min
now ip' a very large ocean. And
probably that's what they’re supposed
to do. We were in the largest and third-
largest in the world, in Rome and
Florence, both designed by
Michelangelo, and I don’t care if I
never see another. They make you
humble in the face of the patience, the
reverence, and the genius that went
into their creation.
And we saw a lot of famous works of
trt: the Venus de Milo, a stocky broad
with no arms; the Mona Lisa, looking
anything but enigmatic behind six
layers of bullet-proof glass. It was no
more thrill than looking at a good
color photo of them in an art book.
But that’s not the sort of thing you
remember from a trip. You remember
the highlights and the human relations,
the bad moments and the exalted ones.
Like going through the Dolomites, a
range of mountains so forbidding they
make the Rockies look genial, in a
rainstorm, the driver inching around
hairpin turns.
Or a magnificent summer evening
with good wine, good food, good music,
good friends, on a balcony overlooking
the beautiful Tivoli gardens, outside
Rome.
Or wandering around the Mont Mar-
tre in Paris, haunt of famous writers
and artists over the years, watching
the painters at work, haggling over a
picture, maybe having your portrait
done in 10 minutes.
Or being kicked off the grass in
Monte Carlo by a surly Monacan cop.
Or hustling through the rain in
Heidelberg, trying to buy suppositories
with your scanty German.
Or sitting on your balcony in
Lucerne, wondering what the poor
folks were doing, as you looked over
the lake to the mountains.
Or admiring the lady of the streets,
who saw us gawking at her as she lean
I /x.
roads revealed a total lack of littering
and the farmyards in the small towns
were impeccably clean.
Members of our group also noted
that vandalism must not be a problem.
We could hardly imagine flowerboxes
and other decor being left undamaged
when placed at street level in Canada,
although it is a very commonplace at
traction in Germany and appears un
molested despite the fact we seldom
saw policemen in the streets in any of
the communities visited.
★ * *
While there are many differences in
Germany, they share Canadians’ ap
parent lo.ve affair with flirting with
death on the highways. In short, they
drive like maniacs on the autobahn
where there are no speed limits.
Our military van had a top speed of
about 115 kilometers and most drivers
were passing as though we were stan-
'ding still. If one pulled into the passing
lane and impeded the speed of the vehi
cle behind, the driver of the latter went
into a frenzy by blinking his lights,
tooting his horn, or even on occasion,
attempting to pass on the left shoulder.
On the twisting country roads, we
saw many examples of oncoming
drivers being forced to brake sharply
to avoid collisions with others who
were in the process of passing trucks
or slower moving vehicles on hills and
curves.
We came to the conclusion it was
best to ride along looking out the side
windows and let the driver contend
with the harrowing sights on the road
ahead.
The only time we really felt safe was
during a 35 kilometer ride in a tracked
armored personnel carrier.
ed against a building, turned her back,
flipped up her skirt, no pants on, some
of the bolder spirits told me. I, of
course, had covered my hand with my
eyes, or something like that.
Or discovering in your room a small
bar refrigerator, stocked with
everything from Coke to champagne.
All you had to do was help yourself,
mark down what you’d used, and pay
for it in the morning. Can’t see a North
American hotel trusting anyone that
much.
Or watching your wife, the insom
niac at home, sleeping: on the bus, on
the ferry, in a boat in the canals of
Amsterdam, on a boat down the Rhine,
on the Seine, on the train. The only
place she didn’t sleep was in the hotel
rooms, worrying about getting up at 6
a.m., and on the Hovercraft from
France to England which took only 35
minutes.
Perhaps the best part of a group
tour, as I mentioned, is the
relationships you form. We had
Canadians from* as far apart as Daw
son City, the Yukon, and Nova Scotia,
the whole breadth of the country .
We had Americans from California,
Texas, Illinois, Oregon, and Iowa. And
we had five Australians. Have you ever
heard a lady from Texas trying to talk
to a middle-aged French-Canadian or a
young Australian? It’s a riot.
At first we were all a bit stand-offish,
tending to huddle with our own. But
after a few days we were helping each
other with language, funny money and
lost luggage. The ladies were oxchang-
cians are not stupid.
Admittedly, this informa
tion may come as a tremen
dous shock to many Cana
dians. (In some parts of the
country, it may even rank as
stop-the-pressnews.) But it’s
true*. Bureaucrats and politi
cians are not stupid.
Unfortunately, those same
bureaucrats and politicians
are often petty, jealous and
more concerned with pro
tecting their own little ad
ministrative kingdoms than
with doing whatever happens
to be best for Canadians in
general at that moment This,
in turn, makes the bureau
crats and politicians appear
stupider than is actually the
case.
This pettiness and empire
building has resulted in hor
rendous internal divisions.
The fight between Quebec
and the rest of Canada is not
between races. Rather, it’s
between politicians. Alber
tans generally like other Ca
nadians. British Columbians
love Nova Scotians. But re
lations between the provin
cial and federal government
are almost unanimously un
healthy. And Canadians at
large are paying a heavy price
for this political intrigue.
A quick explanation of
one aspect of Canadian tax
law will illustrate the nature
and cost of this administra
tive empire-building.
In 1924, Ottawa intro
duced a manufacturers’ sales
tax to raise money. The tax
applies to goods as they leave
the manufacturers’ hands and
it does bring in a great deal
of money every year. But it
is not a good tax.
For instance, some manu
facturers include delivery
price; others
The manufacturers
who include delivery must
charge the federal tax on the
delivery cost. The other man
ufacturers get to ship the
goods tax-free. So some
manufacturers pay higher
taxes than others pay.
There’s a lengthy list of
other problems associated
with the manufacturers’ sales
tax but the point should be
clear: this is not a good tax.
A federal retail sales tax,
on the other hand, is excep
tionally good. It is easily ad
ministered, treats all products
alike and the consumer pays
exactly the same amount of
tax as what the government
collects. But Ottawa refuses
to replace the manufacturers’
sales tax with a retail sales
tax because the provinces
would collect the retail tax
money "and pass it along to
Ottawa. The federal govern
ment doesn’t want to give
the provinces collection
powers - so the consumer
suffers on.
Sometime soon, Ottawa
will try to replace the manu
facturers’ sales tax with a
wholesale sales tax. The new
tax is barely better than man
ufacturers’ tax and is definite
ly inferior to a retail tax.
However, Ottawa will still
be able to collect the money
directly — and that’s all that
matters in Ottawa.
Stupid, no. Dishonourable
and petty, definitely. This
isn’t good government; this is
bureaucratic tyranny. Cana
da deserves better admini
strators — and a federal retail
sales tax.
•‘Think small” is an editorial
message from the Canadian
Federation of Independent
Business <
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i, memory lane J
55 Years Ago
The concert and recital in
James Street Church on
Monday was largely at
tended and thoroughly en
joyed by those present. The
entertainment was under the
auspices of the Sunday
School.
The Zurich Fair was held
on Thursday and Friday last.
The weather was ideal and
the exhibits in all lines were
excellent. A large crowd was
present.
Mr. Bordon Cunningham
left on Monday to attend
Huron College, London.
A number from town at
tended the Conference
Epworth League convention
held in St. Marys on Tuesday
and Wednesday.
The Lucan Juniors have
captured the junior cham
pionship of the NWBA. The
final game was played in
Lucan on Saturday when the
home team defeated
Durham 1-0.
30 Years Ago
Mr. Vernon Heywood
recently received a Men
tioned Dispatches certificate
‘or distinguished service in
the army.
Mr. and Mrs. George
Ferguson, London and
formerly of Exeter won a
new Ford at Western Fair.
Exeter firemen will
sponsor a baby contest at the
Opera House for the benefit
of Child Welfare.
Harry Cole is attending the
College of Pharmacy at the
University of Toronto.
Mr, and Mrs. William Roh
de, Thames Road returned
on Saturday after spending
their honeymoon in eastern
Ontario and ML and Mrs.
Edwin Miller returned from
their wedding trip Sunday.
Sixteen public school
canvassers realized $81.60
for the Navy League on
Saturday.
20 Years Ago
Mr. and Mrs. W.C. Foster
who have resided in Exeter
for the past year were guests
of honor at a family dinner at
Hooke’s Restaurant, London
to celebrate their golden
wedding anniversary. They
were married in Scotland
and came to Canada in 1923.
Mr, and Mrs. Robinson
Dick, Hensall, marked their
fiftieth wedding anniversary
over the week end at the
home of their daughter Mr.
and Mrs. Gordon Cudmore,
Exeter. They met on a blind
date 54 years ago. -
The Exeter dairy team,
made up of Pat Marshall,
R.R. 1 Kirkton and Lome
Hern, R.R. 1 Woodham
•placed fourth in a class in
which 55 teams competed at
OAC, Guelph, Friday, o
15 Years Ago
Carolynne Simmons has
been chosen to head the SH-
DHS student council for 1963-
64. Her executive includes
Neil McAllister, vice-
president; Linda Hunter-
Duvar, Secretary; Joan
Smith, treasurer; and Bob
Hoffman, publicity chair
man.
Huron 4-H clubs, the
largest youth organization
in the county, is trying to
establish a choir. Director is
J.G. Burrows, local public
school inspector.
■ Stephen township council
approved the purchase of a
$25,000 power grader at its
meeting Tuesday night.
Former deputy-reeve
Claude M. Farrow has been
appointed manager of
Exeter Industrial
Development Corporation.
Flying Officer G.A.
Houlahan, Dashwood has
successfully completed the
RCAF radio officer’s course
at air navigation school,
Winnipeg where he received
his wings recently.
ing travel irons, hair dryers, recipes, and anecdotes about
toilets. *
Ironically, from this land of separatism and stuff,
perhaps the best friends we made on the tour were
Quebecois. And I think I know why. I dusted off my rusty
French and made an effort, and they did the same with
their English.
An Australian lad and his sister became almost like a
son and daughter to us, A young Canadian school teacher
from Calgary wept and hugged and kissed when we
bumped into her after the tour, in London,
We drank dinner with two handsome young couples from
llhnois several times. The Ladies Texas invited us down
for Christmas. Donald, from Quebec, wants me to find a
School where his daughter can learn English. And I was
like to be kissed and hugged to death by 18-year-old Cathy,
from Oregon. My shirt Was all wet with tears after our
farewell party.
Very nice work, if you can get it.