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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1981-12-02, Page 240A
FRS ASS°
i.872 Brussels Post
Box 50,
Brussels, Ontario
NOG 1H0
cmT.
Established 1872 519-887-6641
Serving Brussels and the surrounding community The Christmas doll
Published at BRUSSELS, ONTARIO
every Wednesday morning
by McLean Bros. Publishers Limited
A Andrew Y. McLean, Publisher
Evelyn Kennedy, Editor
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1981
Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association, Ontario
Weekly Newspaper Association and The Audit Bureau of,
Circulation.
Authorized as second class mail by Canada
Post Office. Registration Number 0562.
$13 a year
40 cents a single copy
Try Brussels first
Christmas is a comin' and with it, the mad rush to get Christmas
shopping done,
In order to avoid all the hassles of traffic, lack of parking space and the
wall to wall crowds of people in the big city stores, why not give shopping
in downtown Brussels a try?
Perhaps you can't find everything you need here, but surely some of
the gifts you have in mind can be picked up just as easily here, as
elsewhere. We have some good stores in Brussels which can not only
help with gift ideas, but also with Christmas baking needs and
decorations.
Local businesses are here to serve you. Take advantage of what they
have to offer, thus avoiding the wear and tear on your car, a saving on
gasoline costs and at the same time providing your community with
support.
Sugar and spice
By Bill Smiley
To be or not to be? Retired, that is. This
is the question that many codgers of my age
or near it grapple with in those lonely dark
hours of the night when you've had too much
coffee and can't get into the ravelled sleeve of
care, as Shakespeare put it. Or get to bloody
sleep, as some of his less flowery countrymen
would put it.
It's a question that has also stirred a great
deal of agitation among sociologists, medical
reporters, and old guys who are healthy as
trout and are about to be kicked out at the age
of 65 with a speech, a copper watch, and a
pension that will have them eating dog food
by the time they are 68. It used to be a gold
watch. Not no more, not with gold hovering
around the $400-an-ounce mark.
In fact, just the other day, I dtig out my
father's gold watch, which was give me on his
death by my mother, because I was her
favorite. I have never worn it, because I don't
wear vests, and it's a big, heavy brute that
must be slipped into a vest pocket. You can't
wear it on your wrist, or put it in your hip
pocket. It's as big as an alarm clock.
I took a long look at it, and if it hadn't been
Sunday, might have hustled down to my
friendly gold buyer. But roots, or conscience,
or common sense, took over, and I sadly put it
away again, with such other memorabilia as
my war medals, my hip waders, and a fading
picture of my first real girlfriend, in a box in
the basement.
Roots told me it was a precious symbol that
should be passed on to my eldest son, of
which I have only one. Conscience told me it
was a rotten thing to do. And common sense
told me that there was probably about
one-eighth of an ounce of gold in it.
I am, however, holding in reserve a broken
tooth with a gold When I came back
from overseas and was discharged, I was
given a form to present to my own dentist,
listing the dental work to be done, at
government expense.
He was a typical WASP. He looked at the
list of work; Which was quite extensive, after
a term On short rations in prison camp, and
laughed. "Ho, ho g. Bill. You don't want all
that gold cluttering up your month. This was
signed by a French-Canadian. They're great
for geld in the teeth." If that dentist is alive
today,1 Would be quite happy to strangle him,
I went along with him, while noting his
prejudice, and instead of having a mouthful
of gold, I got one little inlay. If h e'd followed
directions, and counting the teeth that have
been pulled, or fallen out, or broken, my
mouth would have been worth about $4,000
today, instead of maybe $6.
Well, this hasn't much to do with retiring,
which we started on way back there, but it
does show what inflation can do to a man.
What about retiring? I look around at
colleagues who have chosen early retirement,
or who have been forced to retire because of
that magic, arbitrary number, 65.
Some are happy as hummingbirds and
swear they would not even put their noses
back into the old shoe factory (high school).
Others are miserable, plagued by illness and
a feeling of being useless. The latter drive
their wives out of their respective minds,
hanging around the house, getting • in the
way, edging into senility.
Thus I waver. I thought some years ago
that I would soldier on until 60. Surely 40
years of work is enough. Then I am swayed by
my father-in-law, who recently retired at 86,
and my wife, who can barely stand me at
home for a weekend.
If we lived in a decent climate, I'd probably
be retired and happy. There's nothing I
would like better than to saunter down to the
square, playa game of chess with some other
old turkey, drink a little'vino, and watdch the
girls go by, with cackling remarks.
Try that in the local square, and they'd be
carting you off to the last restingplace, frozen
solid in a sitting position.
Why don't we all give up, we old gaffers?
You know why? Because we are not old
gaffers at all. In my chest beats the heart of a
15-year-old maiden (who has been smoking
since she was two.)
In the old days, we'd be retired, happily
playing chess or shooting pool, because our
Sons would be looking after us, and our wives
Would feed US well, and know their place, and
our daughters-in-law would be producing
hordes of grandchildren to light us on our
Way.
These days, we are still looking, after our
sons, and our wives are avaticioUS and
spoiled, and our daughters-in .law are already
separated from our sons and hot keen on
having more than one and a half children.
Oh, I k eep my staff on its toes. Otte day I
announce firmly that I'm going to retire next
June. Their faces light up and they say, "Oh,
chief, how can we .get along without you."
Another day I say, "Well, haven't decided
Christmas was near and oh how she dreamed
Of a pretty new doll wrapped in a pink shawl.
But Santa was poor this year it did seem
And mommy said, a new doll he couldn't
bring,
But maybe some other small pretty new thing
So she gave up her dream of a doll.
Her mommy and daddy planned and they
thought
"We'll make it seem like a new doll Santa's
brought."
So they painted the doll with the sweet faded
face
And wrapped her in a shawl trimmed with
"old" ribbon & lace,
But what they didn't see was the child on the
stairs,
Watching them work with great loving care,
So they painted and sewed and worked thru
Freedom of speech is a wonderful thing,
something every Canadian agrees with: until
he has to listen to somebody else say
something he thinks is wrong.
The thought came to mind a couple of
weeks ago on listening to a radio commen-
tary by Stepehn Lewis on the subject of some
infamous anti-abortion ads in Toronto. Mr.
Lewis today is a media person but earned his
fame as leader of the Ontario New
Democratic Party. Both he (and his father
David, leader of the federal NDP) spent
many years working for left-liberal causes.
He fought or equity, for the underdog, for
openess in society. He battled for honesy in
government, a battle that often brought him
hard against the sometimes-autocratic nat-
ure of the Bill Davis blue machine. Few
people would be stronger advocates of the
right of free speech than Mr. Lewis. That
was before the anti-abortion ad issue.
The ads in question were prepared for
use in the Toronto subway and bus system.
They showed a toy soldier with a tear in his
eye because "There will be a lot less children
to play with this Christmas". The ad then
quoted the number of therapeutic abortions
given the past year. Immediately when the
word about the plans leak out the
pro-abortion lobby began to scream loudly.
The ads were in bad taste, they said,
although the ads seemed downright subtle
compared to previous anti-abortion ads
seemed downright subtle compared to
prevous anti-abortion ads which showed an
aborted fetus. The ads would cause some
women who had had an abortion to be filled
with guilt at this time of the year when love ;
should be in the air. It would depress women
who had lost a child through more natural
causes.
Mr. Lewis in his radio column brought up
all these things plus taking on the English
grammar in the ads. He spent about a minute
of the three or four minutes talking about how
it was incorrect to talk about "less"
children, that it should be fewer, that the only
way to have "less" children was to have each
child smaller. It proved to him, he said, what
kind of uneducated, primitive minds support-
ed the anti-abortion campaign. Leaving aside
the fact that there are doctors, lawyers,
university professors and artists who are
against abortions, whatever happened to the
Stephew Lewis of political fame standing up
for the poor, the uneducated, the little guys?
HAD THEIR WAY
Well Mr. Lewis and his fellow abortionists
had their way. After a vigorous campaign of
pressure the Toronto Transit Commission
reversed its decision to accept the ads.
Justice was done from the liberal, right-
thinking point of view, Of course had it been a
pro-abottion-on-demand advertisement that
jet. What With inflation and all, y'know,..”
And their faces drop into feet, and they say,
"that's great, chief. How cbuld we get along'
without you?" And I Smile. To Myself.
I've finally figured out the solution. Retired
men, unless- they have sortie insane hobby,
like Making rose trellises, drive their wives
the night,
And the parents did wonder if they had done
right.
Next morning the child saw the beautiful
face,
Of a doll in a pink shawl trimmed in ribbon ,
and lace,
"It's the best Christmas yeti", she squealed
with delight.
Then mommy and daddy knew they'd done
right.
For she'd wanted a doll in a pretty pink shawl
And Santa had brought her the best gift of all
The love of her parents shone up from the
face
Of a doll in a pink shawl, trimmed in ribbon
and lace.
Iona Moore
Brussels
had been cancelled it would have been a
denial of freedom of speech.
Simlar inconsistencies in liberal, modern
thought can be detected in the reaction of
many liberals to the Western Guard, the Ku
Klux Klan and other neo-nazi groups.
Freedom of speech, freedom of assembly,
freedom of the press, these freedoms taken
for granted in our society liberal thinkers are
often willing to withold from such groups
because they don't like what they have to
say.
In London these days there is a bitter
dispute over what should be taught in the
schools. Here in Huron County liberals came
out fighting when some people wanted to
limit access in the schools to some books
which they felt weren't fit for students. The
liberals said that the students were capable
of judging for themselves. But in London the
same kind of people who were in favour of
students judging for themselves are now
against it. The debate has been on whether
or not to give the " creationist" view of the
beginning of the world equal time with the
"evolutionary" theory. Fifty years ago the
battle was to get the "evolutionary" theory
into the schools against the "creationist"
view so things have exactly turned around.
Leading opponents of this new move have
been the professors of the University of
Western Ontario. So much for free thinking.
IT'S ALL INTOLERANCE
Intolerance is intolerance whether from
the left of the political spectrum or the right.
Trouble in this world comes when people
feel that they have found the only secret of
the universe; what they know how the world
should be run and no one else does, At one
time only the Pope was supposed to be
infallible. Today it seems half the population
is. The new religious converts, those
struck-by-lightning, born-againers are ready
to force their way of thinking down anyone's
throat because„ they have the only true
answers. The educated, left-liberal elite are
i often just as bad because they have seen the
light that hasn't come to the lesser types.
Such thinking is dangerous no matter who
it comes from; no matter how well-meaning
people are. Movies like the James Bond type
tend to portray great dangers to the world
that come from evil men plotting to take over •
the world. Yet the greatest tragedies have
come because of people who were convinced
they were right, that they had a cause.
Hitler, Stalin, Hi Amin and the Ayotollahs,
Richard Nixon, all thought they knew
something that o...ter people didn't, that they
had to put the world in its proper order
because no one else was capable of it. The
day we think that we have the right to shut
off the other guy's freedom of speech, no
matter how little We like what he it saying,
We are heading down a dangerous road.
crazy.
If my wife will sign a written agreement,
duly witnessed, that she will go out and get a
job (she once Was a waitress, shouldn't be any
trouble) the moment I retire, I'll do it.
I don't Want her hanging around the hOiise,
Spoiling my retirement.
(ABC
Behind the scenes
by Keith Roulstdn
Freedom of speech for who?