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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1972
Serving 13russels and the surrounding community
published each Wednesday afternoon at BrtisSeis; Ontario
by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited.
Evelyn Kennedy Editei, Tom Haley - Advertising
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it's Fall Fair time
This is the time of year when
town people and rural people share
a common meeting place which pro
vides an oPPortunity for each to
learn a bit more of the activities
of the other. It's fall fair time.
Of course there is a continuing
intermingling and exchange of ideas
between town and country throughout
the year. At the same time the
opportunities which the fall fair
provides do permit of a readier ex-
change of ideas than otherwise would
be possible.
It is true that fairs don't
change greatly from year to year.
The basic interest lies in the exhi-
bition of agricultural products and
in the competition between high
quality stock. But while these in-
gredients are present at every fair,
the difference between a good fair
and a poor one frequently lies in
the degree to which the program is
planned and carried out.
Not only is the fair a shoW
window for agriculture, but it also
reflects the activities of the town,
as well as of the rural districts.
CommerOial and industrial exhibits
will crowd the Exhibition Hall to
capacity. This balance between
the product of the farm and the
product of the store and factory
make possible a rounded exhibition
that attracts people of every occu-
pation.
Fairs, such as the Brussels Fair,
well run, with a balanced program
reflecting the changing interest of
the community, deserve continued
support.
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
When I tottered downstairs last Sun-
day morning, and my wife greeted me
cheerily, and told .me to sit down, and
brought me in a big glass of orange
juice with a stiff belt of something in it,
I was-as wary as a groundhog.
I sniffed the air, wiggled my ears
and peered about to see from what direc-
tion the danger was coming. It's not
that I'm suspicious by nature. Basically,
I am a naive and trusting person. But
this was too much. Something was up.
While she sat down across from me,
smiling in an uncanny fashion,I took
a quick slug and let my mind ficker
over the possibilities. She was going
to divorce me. No, I just got a raise.
She was going to buy a third piano. No.
No place to put it, except in the wood-
bin down cellar. She was going to have
a baby. No, she's had a hysterectomy.
Kim is going to have a baby and I'm
going to be a grandfather and old. That
seemed the most logical.
"Do you know what day this is?",
gently but firmly. My mind raced over
birthdays, graduations and such, slip-
ped a few cogs and finally ground to a
halt. I knew. It was our anniversary.
How could I have forgotten it, even
though I'd forgotten it every year for
twenty-five?
Easy. The bride isn't any better.
Every year, about two weeks after the
date, one or other of us says, "Hey,
we forgot our anniversary again." And
look at each other and laugh.
' Some people make a tremendous fuss
over wedding anniversaries. , It's as
though they, were trying to recapture
something lost forever.
Husbands who either snarl at or ig-
nore their wives for 364 days of the
year arrive home with a n expensive
present, or at least a bundle of flowers,
on that sacred day. Reminded by their
secretaries.
Wives who spend the whole day in
suspense, thinking "The rotten louse,
He hasn't even called. He's for-
gotten", smile, falsetoothed, through their
tears, and crack open a bottle of vintage
1971 Canadian champagne.
Many of these couples, who haven't
exchanged a civil word for weeks, actual-
ly go out to dinner, and even thrash
around the dance floor in their. inimit-
able 1930's, 40's, or 50's style, a threat
of life and limb to all near them.
A few of them actually have the stamina
to press on from the ridiculous to the
absurd, and make love.
Next day, the glow gone, slightly hung,
they become acutely aware again of such
mundane things as heartburn, constipation,
pot bellies, wattles, bald heads and crows'
feet. And real life begins again.
I'm not knocking anniversary `cele-
brations as such. They're quite beauti-
ful if the love and tenderness are still
there. But if those elements are missing,
the anniversary waltz is an ugly charade.
Thank goodness we forget ours until
it's too late to do anything but recall our
Wedding day and laugh hilariously as we
reminisce.
Nowadays it's not, unusual to have two
or three hundred people at a wedding
reception, with a bar, dinner and
orchestra fo r dancing. T h e bride
has had eight showers before the wedding
and the couple has amassed about two
thousand dollars worth of gadgets and
cash.
We had about twenty at our wedding.
A scattering of my wife's aunts and
things. Nobody from my side, except
a few old buddies to whom I'd issued
the invitation, "Hey, I'm getting married
Saturday at Hart House chapel. Why don't
you drop around?"
No reception. No bar. No orchestra.
Music supplied by an old friend who
played organ in a downtown bar. Dinner
we had after the wedding at a crumby
hotel In a small town. Alone.
We drove about two hundred miles in
a borrowed car. We had eighty dollars.
No presents. It was raining all the way.
We talked about highway conditions.
But I wouldn't trade it, even though
my wife wore flanellette pyjamas on our
wedding night. At least we didn't have
to smile and smile and smile at a host of
people we scarcely knew.
And here we were, some years later,
Sunday morning. My wife had remembered
our anniversary. She had bought each
of us a present, and she handed me a
piece of paper on which she had summed
up the war. Her words:
To Us
"May we continue until death the
battle which has raged for twenty-six
years.
"Always attacking, never retreating,
shall we glorify in our victories, deny
our losses.
"Let us be constant in making our
skirmishes as violent in intent as our
One Big war, for we might lose courage,
weaken in moments of apathy, flounder
in surrender.
"May we never be tortured by thoughts
of love and peace, for these might lead
the way to a glimpse of hope and glory."
"Let us remain steadfast in the face
of our single purpose.
"we have fought a good fight .. "
Hey, she's talking about our life to-
gether. She's being ironic, and that's
my field What's going on here?
Then she handed me another piece
of paper. Her words:
"Along came Bill
An ordinary guy
you'd meet him on the street
And never notice him
"No that's not the part I mean.
"I love him
Because he's wonderful
Because he's just my Bill.
Suze."
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Scaning the weeklies
a busy time, due to the direction of the wind, but were able
td save the other buildings near by, . - Miss Jo-Ann
Burke, 19, Exeter, is the new Miss Midwestern Ontario
and was crowned Saturday at the Lucknow Fall Fair.
She will now compete, in the Miss Dominion of Canada
contest in Niagara Falls next summer.
The Wingham Advance-Times reports that the Lions
Club has spent about $4,000 on various projects. - - -
50 year jewels were presented to long time members of
Huron Chapter 89, Order of the Eastern Star when Mrs.
T. A. Currie, PDDGM, of the Huron Chapter presented the
pins to Mrs. Elizabeth Fuller and Miss Myrtle Beecroft,
formerly of New London, Conn., a resident of Wingham since
1964 who also joined the Lodge in 1922.
According to the Goderich Signal-Star and following the
review of more than 25 applications and interviews with
three of the more qualified applicants, the Goderich Re-
creation Committee agreed to recommend to Council the
hiring of D. W. Dymond as Goderich Recreation Director.
In scanning the Zurich Citizens News we note that the
Bayfield Lions Club donated $200 to the Scout group. - - -
Mr. and Mrs. John Moddijonge, Exeter, will receive a
bronze medal, certificate and a cheque for $500 from
the Carnegie Hero Commission of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The posthumous bravery award on behalf of their daughter,
Geraldine, who displayed extreme bravery in attempting
to save the life of her friend, Janet Guenther. Both girls
lost their flies during a South Huron District High School
camping trip.
From the Mitchell Advocate we gather that approval
has been received by the committee in charge of the
proposed Ritz Lutheran Villa, a new home for the aged in
Mitchell.
The Teeswater News reports that the Lions Club will
purchase hockey sweaters and stockings for the Pee ,Wee
hockey team and also tables and chairs for the Arena.
Mr. and Mrs. Clayton Pfile, Dashwood, marked their
golden wedding anniversary recently according to the
Exeter Times-Advocate. — - Mrs. Lavina Keener marked
her 87th birthday recently and Mrs. E. C. Appleton ob-
served her 81st birthday at Exeter this week: - - -Jacob
Kaschper, Lucan, 37-year-old designer of three racing
shells used by Canadian oarsmen in the Olympic
games, plies his craft on the south edge of the village.
He flew to Germany and visted the Canadian crews. The
Lucan builders shell proved superior to all others during
the Olympic trials in Canada and for this reason were
taken to Munich.
The Blyth Standard reports that Mr. and Mrs. George
Walker, Belgrave , marked their 50th wedding anniver-
sary recently.
The Forster family held a reunion on the farm of Mr
and Mrs. Walter Forster, near Ripley, according to the
Lucknow Sentinel, and during the happy occasion their .
home caught fire and was destroyed in about 20 minutes.
Cause is believed to have been from combustions- - .
and Mrs. Jack Curran of near Lucknov,r, while visiting
their daughter in Kingston lost their home and family
possessions Friday morning of I last week. Firemen had
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