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WEDNESDAY, JUNE 17, 1981
Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association, Ontario
Weekly Newspaper Association and The Audit Bureau of
Circulation.
It's a shame
Confusion seemed to reign supreme when a meeting was held to
decide what to do about the Bluevale hall last Monday.
In the end, people were right back where they started from deciding
only to renovate the existing hall. It seems such a shame when a group of
enthusiastic people had gone about getting events ready to raise some
kind of new building where many varied events could be held.
The costs of a new building and a new lot were undoubtedly what
scared some people. Perhaps they thought renovating the old hall would
be cheaper and just as useful in the long run.
The only trouble with renovating an old hall, is that you have to make
your plans to suit what already exists, whereas with an entirely new
structure you can start off fresh and build it to meet your ideas. •
If the people of Bluevale knew that all they really ever wanted to do
was renovate the old structure, they should have made that absolutely
clear when they voted and everybody who wanted a say in what went on
should have come out to vote.
In July of 1980, people voted unanimously to build a new hall and so
the research into what it cost and events to raise money began. Just what
was the purpose of having people go out and do these things and raise
money if it wasn't to go ahead with a new hall?
It really is a shame.
ber 1, 1981.
The winner in Brussels will
go on to a four day competi-
tion at the C.N.E. with all
expenses paid. She will also
attend the O.A.A.S conven-
tion in Toronto in February,
and other events. She will
also be the recipient of many
lovely gifts.
The girls will be inter-
viewed and will be expected
to give a two minute speech
on a topic which has not yet
been decided.
Judging of the Queen of
the Fair Contest will take
place at the Annual Fair
Board Dance at the Com-
munity Centre September 5.
Please reply to the chair-
man, Mr. John Boneschan-
sker, R.R. 1 Ethel, Ont. NOG
ITO. Phone 887-6870.
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To the editor:
Why not say thanks?
As coaches of the Brussels Midgets, we
would like to respond to the remarks made
by the member of the Brussels Ringette
Team who seems to think that they were
ignored at the Minor Sport and Figure
Skating Award Night.
As well as, the remarks you made, you
should have also thanked your coach Murray
Lowe for his volunteered time, your sponsor,
J.L. McCutcheon for buying your sweaters,
the Minor Sports Assoc., those who put the
Walkathon and potluck supper together and
This year the Brussels
Agricultural Society is hav-
ing a Queen of the Fair
Competition.
We are looking for busi-
nesses in the area who would
be interested in sponsoring a
contestant or donating
prizes.
Each contestant must be
single and be between the
ages of 18 and 23 by Septem-
We would ask that you please print this
invitation which welcomes you and all your
readers to come out to enjoy an evening of
"live" amateur theatre entertainment for
the whole family.
The Wingham Towne Players are current-
ly preparing for our spring production to be
held June 25, 26, 27 upstairs at the
Wingham Town Hall, at 8:30 p.m.
For a change of pace we are presenting
two one-act comedies and one-act thriller.
The students from F.E. Madill Secondary
School in Wingham are also contributing to
the program this year, with a short play.
Singer-guitarist Phil Main will also be
especially Jerry Dillow, the President of the
Minor Sports who has put a lot of hard work
into the past year.
The coaches and executives of the Minor
Sports volunteer their time, gas, telephone
calls etc. for the benefit of the kids of this
town so rather than criticism, we think a
"thank you" would be more appropriate.
Sincerely,
John W. McDonald
Gerald Wheeler
Paul McDonald
featured in this billing. All and all a great
night's entertainment.
This type of production is a first in many
years for the Towne Players, and we trust
everyone will continue to support our efforts.
Thank you for your interest and the
opportunity to use your column.
Advance sale tickets are available at The
Home Place and the Triangle Discount in
Wingham. There will also be tickets at the
door.
We look forward to seeing you there.
Yours very truly,
S. Lee
for Wingham Towne Players
Queen contestants, sponsors wanted
Live amateur theatre
Winding down with the school term
Winding down. The school year is
winding down to a close, and I occasionally
feel that I'm winding down with it to a
permanent close.
Last term is panic term. Back in Septem-
ber everybody, students and teachers, was
optimistic, healthy, looking forward to a
solid year of accomplishment, whether of
learning or of teaching.
Second term is the grinder. It's cold, or
stormy, or both. The days are short, the
nights long. There are no long weekends to
break the monotony. Everybody is either at
home in bed with the 'flu, or sneezing and
snuffling all over the few teachers and
students who don't have it.
Somehow we all struggle through, get a
lift from the March break, and head into the
home stretch, weary and short of wind, but
with just enough stamina to make it to the
wire, not necessarily first, though even the
long shots manage to finish. Most of them.
This year we had two who didn't finish.
One of them had enough sense to quit, and
drops in occasionally to rub his bronzed,
healthy face into our pallid, twitching ones,
informing us with deliberate malice that he's
just completing his morning's four-mile
walk.
The other one, a super-active, exception-
ally outgoing guy, lookhg forward to taking
early retirement in a couple of years, and
following his true vccation-preaching-was
struck down by a tumour of the brain, and
has retired permanently from this vale of
tears.
Then, in the last term, the panic starts.
Teachers must have marks for the year's
work, and begin setting and marking tests
and essays like maniacs. Students roll their
eyes and groan when they learn that they'll
that they'll have four tests next Wednesday.
The administration showers us with
memos, threats, warnings, and other assort-
ed garbage, Students who are not "highly
motivated", in educational jargon, feel the
pull of sun and green grass and a stirring of
the loirs, and drop out.
Everybody decides to have a field trip for
his grades. The other day I had 13 out of 34
in a Grade 13 class. All the others were on a
field trip, or off with the track team, or off
with the concert band, or just spending
a day in bed because "There'll be nobody
anyway."
I can stand all this; I've been doing it for
21 years. And it call comes out in the wash.
The students who were doing well continue
to do so. The students who were flunking
continue to do so. A few, around the squeaky
line, become extremely solicitous of the
health and welfare of their teachers, in the
hope of a miracle.
Strange things happen in the panic term.
Just talked to a teacher today who still has a
kid on his rolls, and hasn't seen him since
Sept. 8th, 1980. Naturally, he thought the
boy was long gone; but he's still registered.
A couple of years ago, a fairly good
student got into my marks book, and raised
his marks by 20 per cent across the board.
It's nearly a quarter century since Nevil
Shute wrote On The Beach yet I couldn't
have picked a much more timely book to read
when I pulled it out last week from a box full
of books purchased at a second-hand book
sale.
Shute wrote the book about the aftermath
of a nuclear war in the fifties when a threat
of nuclear war hung over our heads.
Remember the fall-out shelters people were
building back then? Remember the paranoia
in the press, the constant reminders that the
world could end any minute, the stress we
lived Under during those cold war years?
The forgery was so obvious that I let it go,
reducing his marks by 10 per cent from
the original.
Just the other day, a teacher caught a kid
cheating on a test. He had no need to. He
was 'a top student, and now, because of
cheating, must write all his finals. Guess
whatsthe subject was? Canadian Law!
But this is all normal, and all blood under
the bridge. As I said, I can hack it. What
gets me are the extras. Everyday there's
some niggling chore to do that rubs the
sandpaper into the wounds.
Take last week. Monday was, as usual,
pull-yourself-together-day-after-the-week-
end. Had to write out two exams after school
(to be written four weeks in the future).
Tuesday, column day, had to sit in on
interviews with two teachers for a job on my
staff. An hour and a half down the drain.
One changed his mind; the other wasn't the
fireball I need. No column written.
Wednesday, have to go up to emergency
ward at the hospital, to pick up a girl who
Behind the
scenes
Keith Roulston
We couldn't of course, keep that kind of
fear alive forever. Even if things hadn't
unproved internationally we would finally
have shrugged off the Constant fear, learned
to ignore it and gone back to our lives,
Canadians in particular, sandwiched be-
tween the two super-powers with their
had tiled to sew two fingers together in
Family Studies, and done a fair job of it.
Column written, hastily and not so hotly.
Thursday, a.m. had to get the car to the
dealer's to fix the flicker lights, then go and
get it after school. Twenty-four bucks, and it
isn't working.
Friday, have to trot colleague off to the
emergency with chest pains at 3 p.m., after
missing a class at 9 a.m. to have a filling.
fixed (thirty-four dollars.) Friday night, have
to go to a play with old friends in it. It was
excellent but I was whacked by time we'd
got home and done the post mortem.
Saturday, drive 120 miles to see great-
grandad, 88, who was more concerned with
getting hold of some nice, rich manure for
his roses than he was about the 88 papers I
-had to mark.
Sunday, play with great-nephew for two
hours while his mother, father, grand-
mother, grandfather and great-aunt busy
themselves at less strenuous pursuits.
Monday, drive home, same mileage, and
find skunks have torn up half the lawn,
searching for grubs. Tuesday, back to work
with no marking done, pants have big grease
spot on front, and column to write. And here
I am.
atomic-tipped arsenals of missiles and
bombers, lived in fear. We had special
courses on spotting enemy planes then saw
the building of the Distant Early Warning
radar line in the north. Then thankfully,
after many years of stress we gradually were
able to relax as the Americans and Soviets
seemed to realize the insanity of nuclear
conflict.
HACK AGAIN
But last week the prospect of nuclear war
came to the headlines again. Israel attacked
a nuclear power station in Iraq which the
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Sugar and spice .
By Bill Smiley
On the beach too realistic