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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1981-06-17, Page 2 4Brussels Post72 BRUSSELS ON't. Established 1872 519-887-6641 Serving Brussels and the surrounding community Published at BRUSSELS, ONTARIO every Wednesday morning by McLean Bros. Publishers. Limited Andrew Y. McLean, Publisher Evelyn Kennedy, Editor 04. Box 50, Brussels, Ontario NOG 1H0 Subscription rates: Canada $12 a year (In advance) outside Canada $25 a year (in advance) Single copies - 30 cents each Authorized as second class mail by Canada Post Office. Registration Number 056!? 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. • • <v•A. .M •1$ tit _14,-* 4P1 At +A3 kA44.* A• VP. AVV`17•44,..A.A!,•A A.POSIICVM446. 11,0 • I I " 41,0'10 :I Pk AiA A ef,11$,.,114,P#0.* I. 3 A a 13A11‘40•44 AA•P• 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 Please turn to page 4 Sugar and spice . By Bill Smiley On the beach too realistic