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E3ACKHOE and PLUMBER for Complete Sewage Hookup Contact James Adams kita2 Bluevale 887-6138 Thank You Thanks to all those who supported me• at the polls on election day. Special thanks to all the Workers GRAMME CRAIG Published by iiitiediri ,Bitite Liberal Association 10 — THE BRUSSELS POST, MAY 30, 1979 McKinley wins again Sugar and spice By Bill Smiley The cure for ebullience There are a lot of depressed people in the world, for one reason or another: illness, mental or physical; poverty; insecurity; unrequited love; hemorrhoids - you name it. It's difficult for me to understand depres- sion 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 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 lates 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, I listen to the late news and go 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 ebulli- ence 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 up 10 per cent 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 bath been dawning Another new day. Think! Wilt thou let it Slip useless away?" I'd probably come chortling downstairs 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 shuffleboard, "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 imaginary problem, and I burbled away cheerfully, instead of putting on my phony, grave expression of concern, 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 I ", 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 the wind. I may be vulgar but I'm happy. (Continued from Page 1) got started claiming he plans to keep running campaigns until "1 announce that. I'm retiring." He added that he couldn't say if he was being considered for a cabinet post in a Clark government. He has served as agriculture critic, party whip and finance critic for the Conservatives. He said during his campaign that he felt one of the biggest job facing the government was cleaning up problems in the Post Office. He hinted that he would like the challenge of doing that job. McKinley said it was unclear what would happen to a Conservative minority govern- ment, He said he doubted if the Liberals and New Democrats would combine their power to bring about another election. He said the NDP will noeforce an election until they have enough money for another campaign claiming the New Democrats will "sell their souls to save their seats." Graeme Craig, a Walton area breeding technician and farmer, was disappointed with his showing at the polls. Craig looked tired and saddened with his loss when he arrived at the PC rally to congratulate the winner, He said he expected .to do "much, better than he did" an tthat he expected the race in *Huron-Bruce to be "close". He said he felt the national trend towards the Conservatives didn't help his campaign here. He said he felt voters' doubts about Clark's ability to lead the country would counter any anti-Trudeau sentiments in the riding quipping that he was "obviously not right." McKinley felt the anti-TrLdeau sentiment earned him 3,000 to 4,000 votes. Craig said he didn't know if he would take another shot at upsetting McKinley here. He said he would have to take a look at the situation when the next election rolls around. Couper said she found the campaign a "really interestinn experience"