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The Brussels Post, 1980-01-23, Page 2 waiiirommatimaW WEDNESDAY; JANUARY 23, 1980 Serving Brussels and the surrounding community. Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario ' By McLean Bros. Publishers Limited Evelyn Kennedy - Editor Pat Langlois - Advertising Member Canadian Community:Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Atsocia0en Subscriptions (in advance) Canada $10.00 a 'liar. Others $20.09 a Year. Single Copies 25 cents each. We goofed! The purpose of Oils editorial is to tell Brussels and area Conservatives that The Post is not perpetrating a conspiracy to hide from readers the fact that a.local man, Murray Cardiff of Ethel was • recently named the Tory candidate for the February 18 election. We don't know whether you'll believe this or not but'the simple fact is the story of Mr. Cardiff's victory over three others at the PC convention, held right here in Brussels, was left out out of last week's Post on an oversight. A pretty big oversight, we agree. We'll explain, although we realize thatdoeSn't excuse anything. The. Liberal and the NOP' nomination meetings appeared the Post stories right after they happened because both were on. Monday nights, in time for the current week's deadline. The Post, although dated Wednesday, goes to the printers Tuesday afternoon. The PC nomination, meeting was on a Tuesday night. A reporter covered the evening, got Some good' photos etc. and quickly did a story which appeared the next day in The Post's sister paper, The Huron Expositor which doesn't print until Wednesday. Staff laying out last week's Post made the mistake of thinking Mr. Cardiff's win had already been covered the week before, since the story was nearly a week old. Making assumptions is something every reporter is drilled never to do, but we blew it. Like we said, the above explanation is not an excuse for our oversight. But we wanted to tell you about it anyway, and to' apologize to Mr. Cardiff (a local man which makes our. mistake alithe worse), the other candidates, meeting organizers, offended Tories and bemused readers. .That said, good luck Mr. Cardiff (and Mr. Craig and Mr. McQuail). May 'the best man win. And rest assured that since the election's on a Monday, it will be covered 'in full in the pages of that week's Post. Sneakers in January Sugar and spice By Bill Smiley Short Shot s by Evelyn Kennedy (Continued from Page 1) brought them to their feet in a well deserved standing ovation. This 12-year old grade 8 youngster, skated her way to third place in competition with young ladies of 20 and 21 years of age. She bypassed the junior division after winning the novice crown last year. The pressure of senior competition did not faze her in the least. She gave a brilliant free skate program. **ill*** If you believe you have talent as a singer, actor, or stage hand, now is the time to prove it, Grey Central Home and School are preparing to present "Annie Get Your dun" in April. Auditions will be held in Grey Central School this Thursday, January 24th. Why not be there. If you are fortunate enough to be selected for a part in this production you will find it a good experience and a lot of fun. I for one will be eagerly anticipating attending a performance of this rollicking play in April. ****** Congratulations to Lorrie Baier of Mitchell and Lloyd Eisler of Seaforth. They won the silver medal in senior pairs at the Canadian figure Skating Championship competitions. loth are 16- years of age. Lloyd also won a gold Medal in the novice men's section. Both were well deserved victories. *!**** Lack Of snow, or no, the Lions "Polar-, Dalze 1960" will go on February 15.16-17-19 "Polar baize" has been a popular event here over the years. See ad elsewhere in-this paper and watch for further particulars later. You will not want to miss any of the events being planled for. ****** The weather we have been having the past weeks seems to have confused nature itself. Stan Alexander found, when cutting wood on his farm, that the sap was running. He also observed frogs out sitting around a pond. Strange things to happen this time of year! I remember that years ago a Brussels man, now long gone from among us, predicted that some , day the southern states would have the snow and oranges would be grown on the shores of Hudson Bay. Could it possibly be there was some truth in his prediction? ******,„ Ate you all prepared to go for the swing of the kilts and the skirl of the pipes? Saturday is Robbie Burns Night at the Brussels Legion. *** 5** Some of the headlines and news stories we have read these past weeks are, ,to say the least, "frightening." The Russian invasion of Afghanistan following the situation in Iran And the explosive situation in the Middle East seems to be propelling us ever closer to the horrifying prospect of war. What a troubled world we live in when the threat of war hovers fiver us. Pray cool heads and wise deeitiont avert such a war. ****** There's somthing positively unnerving in the experience of going out in sneakers and a sport shirt, in the, month, of January, in Canada, to pick up one's newspaper, and being able to find it without groping through half a dozen snowbanks to find that tell-tale yellow or green wrapper. If our December-January weather was any sort of omen, this is going to be a very unpredictable decade. Personally, I loved it. Every night. I'd say' a little prayer: "Please Lord, !make some snow for the skiers." With my fingers crossed behind my back. • Frankly; I don't care whether they have to ski on sand all winter, though it's rough on the resort operators. It's pure envy, of course. There is nothing more degrading for a once-young man, a pretty fair once-athlete, to sit in the club-house drinking coffee and watching those rotten kids come flying 'down the slopes like so many seagulls riding the wind. Unless it's to be plodding along a forest cross-country trail, desperately heaving for breath and hear from' behind a sharp, ,"Track!", and once again have to leap off ' the trail into the deep snow while some young punk of either sex goes by you like a Jaguar passing a tractor. Let them stew in `their own wax. Let them frenetically chew the toes off their' skis. Let them put on their great, thunking boots and stomp around in the wreck room. Let them whine and swear and decry the vagaries of Old Man Winter,. who this year seemed to know what he was about; for a change. Don't tell me there isn't a Mother Nature. It's just that she's a preverse old bag. Early last fall, I wrote a paean of praise to the glory of a Canadian October. Mother Nature' promptly turned on the tap and sat there like a dowager having her' Saturday evening soak, while we went through the wettest October since Noah was around. I wrote another rather sharp column, demanding at least a few days of decent weather in hominally horn :d November. -Like the capricious old trout she is, Mother promptly turned off the tap, lit the fire, and we had a November of unprecedented 'sun and clear skies. I didn't dare demand anything, for December. I was getting leery of the old witch's tnopds. Apparently sensing my queasiness, 'she threw in .the works:- 12 inches of snow; temperat res ~ warm rain; green grass; m zero to almost hot. Fickle wench. My grandboys came down from the frozen north, bragging about it. "The snow's right over my head, Grandad," and were kicked out Into the backyard in their great cumbersOme tnowbOots and great bulky snowsuits to play in the grass. They could have gone out in shorts and fiddled' with the hose, ,their usual July past-time. My son arrived: hoine from South America, expecting to freeze - to death, blood thinned from five years in a tropical climate, was exhilarated by the snow, and a week later was.running around in a light jacket, claiming that it got colder than this in Paraguay. My father-in-law, after spending nearly half a century taking the rural Mail on days when he'd set out in the morning with a horse and cutter and nobody knew when, or if, he'd ever get back, slipped on a bit of ice this past crazy December and bioke some bones. But don't worry. We'll all pay for this once-in-a-generation aberration of Mother Nature. As I write, it's just a little nippy, sun shining, blue skies, and, skeptical Canadians going around shaking their heads and muttering that, "We're' gonna get it one, of these days." And they're right. I predict a January and February so cold it would freeze the boobs off a brass monkey; a March with so much snow we won't be able to see the whites of anybody's eyes; an April in whieb we'll all . be skating to work, because there won't be. any gas for our cars; a May like our usual ' • March; a June with millions of black flies so to death in their embryo stage; and o n. . It's not all gloom. I think some hardy spirits might be able to take a quick duck in the lake around. August 1, -though they may have to break the ice to do so.: And think of all the money and ,energy we'll save because we won't need any air-conditioning. Of 'course we might be burning our furniture to stay alive; but you can't:take it with you, now can you? I think Our grand piano, fed carefully, leg by leg into the fireplace, will last longer than the dining-room suite we bought aeons ago for $150. It sounds rather appalling, but there are solutions. One would be for the party that wants to get into power in this country to simply promise to send everybody south. Just close up the country for the winter, except for Ottawa, which might as well be . closed anyway., They could send us all in cattle cars, as the Germans did the Jews. It might even put us in the second running for the Chosen People. There is one other factor that amid save the day. It is not only possible, but probable, entirely so; that the next few weeks in this country will produce so much- hot air that we could all turn Off our furnaces, open the windows, let it all flow through, let the grass green, and bewilder the living daylights out of the birds that didn't fly south in October.