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WEDNESDAY, .441( 12, 1972
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BRUSSELS
QNTARIO
Serving Brussels and, the surrounding community
published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario
by McLean Bros. publishers, Limited,
Evelyn. Kennedy Editor 'Torn Haley .- Advertising
Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and
Ontario" Weekly Newspaper Association,
Subscriptions (in advance) canaFla $4.00 a year, Others
$5.00 a year, Single Copies 10 cents each.
'Second class mail Registration No. 0562.
Telephone 887-6641.
Area pioneers
I understand from a relative
that about now Brussels is hold-
ing its Centennial celebrations.
As an old inhabitant of Brus-
sels and having many happy mem-
ories of the town, I am naturally
very interested. Would it be pos-
sible for me to buy a souvenir
copy of the "Post" or a special
"Guide Book" or history - which
you may have printed for the
occasion.
Next year I hope to return
to Canada for a visit (I have
lived in this country since the
war) and hope to look up one
or two school friends who may
be still there - Bowman Gal-
It is with deep gratitude that
we congratulate the planning
committee for Brussels' recent'
Centennial celebration.
They are to be commended
for the excellent way in which,
they organized the hospitable
return of old timers and young
spread to the distant reaches of
the continent.
I write for the Yolleck fam-
ily who attended with friends in
a group of 32 people. All came
away with a feeling of praise
for an excellent day, well spent
and enjoyed in reminiscing and
meeting old acquantances.
Prior to the parade, as we
journeyed from different.areas,
we met in the park, where once
the. Brussels lawn bowlers en-
joyed their tournaments and rec-'
reation. We found instead a con-
verted area with a beautiful stone
barbeque adjoining the Maitland
River where in the 1920's we
swam at the point known as the,
old swimming hole. How many of
you reading this remember the
huge rock, midstream that suf-
ficed as our diving board?
The town was spit and span,
beautifully decorated and every-
one most cordial. The reception
centre for guests made us feel
right at home as we met many
whom we haven't seen for years.
Time may have taken its toll
in the aging process but the spirit
of reunion was strong and youth-
ful years were recalled and re-
lived.
The parade was excellent and'
we only regret we could not stay
longer to participate in the corn-•
plete celebration. Our thanks go
out to the citizens of Brussels
both old and young for a job
well done.
Sincerely,
Sam, Ben and Harold Yol-
leck and sister, Gertrude Rap-
paport
278 Strathallan
Toronto 305, Ont.
Visitors appreciated
the Centennial
July 6/72
I would appreciate it if you
would kindly pass on my thanks,
for the kindness of the people
of Brussels during your Cen-
tennial when I and my team para-
chuted into your ball park and '
fairgrounds.
All three members, as well '
as my wife and children, thor-
oughly enjoyed our stay at Brus- '
sels, and look forward to a visit
there again.
I sincerely hope everyone
enjoyed our jumping, and would
ask them to pass on their com-
ments to the committee of the
Fall Fair, in hope that we might
again have the opportunity to
jump into the fair grounds.
In closing, I wish each and
every resident of your lovely
town the very best wishes of
my team (the Decenders Para-
team) and myself.
Bill Cole
Vereda Enterprises
2366 Padstow Crescent
Mississauga, Ontario
June 26/72
Up until this week we had
full intentions to come to Brus-
sels for the celebrations.
It is impossible now as Mr.
Hinton suffered another heart
attack and was taken to the hos-
pital where he suffered a cardiac
arrest and was taken to the
operating room immediately for
his second open heart surgery.
At present he is in critical con-
dition in intensive care unit of
Victoria Hospital with slight im-
provement.
We will miss you all but hope
everything is a success for the
Centennial. Many thanks for the
invitation. Our thoughts are with
you.
Mrs. Ruth Hinton
45 Regina St.
London, Ontario
I think you will remember me.
I was Marion McCauley and my
son gets your paper every week.
I have really enjoyed the Cen-
tennial edition, so please send
me one. You look fine in the pict-
ure. It sure brought back a lot
of old memories. Thank you so
much.
braith, Bill King, Bill Echmiel.
John Cummingha.m
66 Derby Street
Leek, Staffs. St 13 5AJ
Marion Scott
812 King St. W., Apt 117
Kitchener, Ont.
Centennial visitors
Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Burge,
of Hamilton were visitors with
Mr.and Mrs. W. J. Perrie.
Over 60 of the Phillips fam-
ily gathered at the home of Roy
and Elma (Phillips) Cousins or.
Sunday for a picnic. Those pres-
ent were from Toronto, Missis-
sauga, Bond Head, Richmond
Peterborough, Niagara Falls,
Kitchener, Rexdale, Oshawa,
Bradford, London and Port Elgin.
Centennial visitors with Mrs.
Jas. S. Armstrong, Jim, Leona
and family were Mr. and. Mrs.
Wilson Tibbs, Ottawa, Mr. and
Mrs. Robert Joyce and Mr. and
Mrs. Harry Maude, Toronto, Mr.
and Mrs. Maurice La.ycock,Wat-
erdown, Mr. and Mrs. Keith
Rowntree, London, Mr. and Mrs.
Harvey Johrston, Clinton, Mrs.
Annie Bruce and Mrs. Cora Bar-
rows, Seaforth.
Don't hold your breath waiting for
its publication, but this is the summer
I'm going to write a book.
It's the tenth summer in a row that
I've been going to write a book, but this
year will be different. It's the year
in which I'm not going to write a novel.
Other summers I didn't get aroung
to writing a play, or an expose of the
educational system, or a series of pun-
gent essays, or an attack on marriage.
This year it's the novel.
That doesn't leave too much,, does
it? Maybe I'll write a "slim" volume
of verse. Any dam' fool can write poet-
ry these days.
The secret is to avoid capital letters
and punctuation, make your lines all dif-
ferent lengths, toss in a little erotic
imagery, and make the end result a vis-
ceral experience which nobody un-
derstands.
Here, just to show you what I mean.
If you don't get a real charge out of
it, a profound emotiional experience, that
is, and haven't a clue what it's about,
you're a connoiseur of modern poetry.
Oh, one other thing: no rhyme please.
We'll just call it
Poem
yesterday
in the supermarket
a fat lady
or maybe she wasn't really
a lady
ran over my foot
not really ran but walked
I guess it was her buggy
laden with a quarter-ton of
cat food and orange juice
and tide and glide and
wax and snacks
and four cases of non-
returnable bottles
and twelve pounds of
pallid meat
two bags of spuds
16 cans of chunky
soup
that ran over my foot (not
the soup)
driving my seed wart into
my
metatarsal
I wept
not because it hurt like hell
but for lovable fat ladies
and unlovable super-
markets
and because I couldn't
cb
a
thing.
Now, don't tell me that's not a
poem. It was a vivid personal exper-
ience which I attempted to convey to the
reader. It's got everything. There's
sex in it: a secret yearn for fat ladies:
the word metatarsal. There's plenty of
concrete images. There's symbolism:
how about seed wart? a fertility symbol
if I ever saw, one. There's masochism,
social criticism and a deep personal
sense of futility and frustration. It's
what I would call universal in its appeal.
They won't all be so deep and bitter,
of course. There'll be the hearty bucol-
ic touch:
The garden ain't hoed
The lawn ain't mowed
But I'll be blowed
If she's going to goad
Me into doing any of them.
Then there'll be the fragile, tender
little lyric that makes real poetry lovers
just wriggle and almost turn themselves
inside out. Something like:
I
love
myself
more
than
anyone but you
sorry baby
but maybe
it's not even true.
Sorry about that rhyme, but some-
times it just comes so automatic-like
you can't hold it back.
And of course there'll be some dram-
atic narrative stuff. I'm working on a
sort of epi; called. The Day I Shot the.
Black Squirrel Thinking It was a Black
Bear. But it still needs a little polish-
ing in the last twelve cantos.
Maybee you think this is just advance
publicity for my book. But I guarantee
there'll be something for everyone, though
some of it will be pretty strong stuff,
and you may have to hide it from your
teenage kids. I was thinking particularly
of a couple: Down By the Old Gravel
Pit, and Let Me Call You Meathead.
But there's also some stuff coming
up that is really haunting. One. is entitl-
ed simply "Puke." It is based on a
great storm on the Great Lakes when I,
as junior porter, did great things with
a mop after people were sea-sick. It's
been haunting me ever since, anyway.
So, there's a delectable foretaste of my
summer project. I can hardly wait to
get started. Except that I have a golf
date, then I'm going swimming then
there's a barbecue, and somehow after
a day like that, the Muse and I are both
ready for the sack.
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
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