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russets Post
Wednesday, August 8, 1973
-Serving Brussels and the surroundi4 community
published. each Wednesday afternoon at. Brussels, Ontario
by McLean Bros, Publishers, Limited.
Evelyn 'Kennedy - Editor Tom Haley - Advertising
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ONTARIO
To the Editor
Sir:
Am enclosing cheque for one
year's subscription to The Pos t.
I have thoroughly enjoyed
reading the Brussels Post during
the past year especially the
copies following the Centennial,
and the pictures and articles con-
tributed by your readers.
Was sorry to•learn that the
Brussels Creamery would "no
longer operate in Brussels. It
was a favorite haunt of ours, as
children when it was operated by
the Harris: family.
Margaret E. White
Box 1464,
Drumheller, Alta.
Our weather
The weather, like relatives,
does not come by choice. However,
it seems that even if we had ordered
it, we could not have arranged for
better weather this summer.
We have had lots of warm sunny
days, but no gasping-for -relief heat
waves. And just when the long dry
spell was beginning to threaten .
crops and gardens, we had rain. In
fact we've had lots of good drench-
ing rains-in the last week for which
farmers and gardeners are grateful.
The only people who aren't grate-,
ful are those 'who are on holidays
this week (but they can always stay
in bed with a.good book) and perhaps
those framers who were planning to
get in their wheat. •We do offer
condolences to the campers though -
it's not much fun spending even one
day of holidays in a wet tent.
Those who are fortunate enough
to have weekends off have really
been blessed, — - - it's hard to
remember a weekend this summer when
it wasn't possible to swim or work
in, the garden.
There has been a pretty'good
balance in the weather we've re-
ceived this summer and it's the best
good news we've seen in some time.
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There's no place like home, as some
wise man or woman once said, I think most
likely it was a man.
For a woman, home means washing
clothes and dishes eternally, scrubbing
dirt, making beds, and all those other
rotten jobs that make "home-making" a
dirty word,
For a man, it means a good, hot cup
of tea instead )f lukewarm coffee, a meal
that tastes like fOod instead of wet kleeneX,
clean sheets smelling of am, and going.
around in his underWear -and bare feet if
he jolly Well feels like it.
That'S exactly what I'.m enjoying to,-day,
after four days in The City. I've just had a
decent cup of tea, a great, shirpy bacon .'
and tomato sandwich, and I'm in my shorts
and bare feet.
we've just had our annual splurge in
The city, and even' my wife gave a groan "
Of pure pleasure as: we pulled into our
driveWay last night and the cat came run-
ning to .gre,et us, flinging herself on her
back and rolling .her belly eCstatically,
That's the cat,,not my wife.
I haven't 'the slightest idea Why, but
every summer, When sensible people are,.
fleeing like' lemmings &OM The City,
the old girl and I take off from our sylvan
retreat in the heart of tourist land and
head fOr the condtete. canyons of that same'
°itYThere's- no intelligence,, let alone tent-
mon sense, in it, We can't afford. We
don't even like ita,.Bilt we gO,
Don't ask me for fora logical explanation.
It would be like asking a caribou why he
runs back and forth, with wolves snapping
at his heels. I C
And the wolves are there. In The city,
Just waiting for us earibet, tlrilotitthately.,
they don't hiok like wolves, SO you don't.
knOW what's hoot-dug to you until you're
hathsttitug. they look like oab,dtivets
and waiters and hartehdeta.
tut one: Can't Waite the wolves, Ceti
one? That's what they ate itliq to Weed
out the etipplea.
I Ceti tell * yol that if Yet' are
crippled, , at least Iitiateially, afiet.
a few days, in The city, yottive been Stay,
bit with your relatives;
poe some 'reason, We' alwaya Stay
la the best hotel. Alter dolita
onlY *Wont three 'days' pay for each night
in the swank joint. This is part of the
whole midsummer madness.
And, What the heck, it's only three
d011ars each to see a movie. And what the
shoot, room service charges only $1.50
for a pot of coffee, and a meagre $1.50
for a sandwich. And, Of course, you
can't take it with you, so spread it
around a little.
And then there's the swimming. The
big hotels have a swimming pool. Of
• course, only the common people swim in
the pool. That's what we tell ourselves
every time we remember we've forgotten
Our swim suits.
This is about the Point-Where I start
to pound my head, thinking of the mile-
to pound my head, thinking of the mile-
long stretch of cleaoWhite sand and clean
blue Water back home..
But there's one thing say about The
City in Summer. It's cool. •
• Oh, not out with the rabble on the
streets. They, I understand, sweat just
like the rest of us.
But in the big hetelS and the bars and
the restaurants, air-conditioning has
worked a miracle, Or something.'
You can 'almost go into some of them
With's:Alt an overcoat. Some of the bars
are so un-cool the waiters don't even have
blue lips. But In most of theft, the eua,
toihere areSitting around•-'retked with-
pneumonia and ,arthritis.
I don't knOW why I'm
Nobody forded the to 'go to The city,
And if anyone tried, it would be like
attempting to force a Wild to Walk baCk,-
Ward.. I wouldn't go there ii you paid the.
especially in the summer.,
But I - went. I glieSS it was for thy
wife's sake, She loves a few, dayg in a
big 'hotel. No laundry, Ito Mega to cook.
No brains'.
ROWeVer, the annual stupidity is over
again, and as t said, S' great to be
To More of that
W
ridiculous wasting of
money on things prided Seven fifties' too
No probientS like that at hothei
inn here but the old Oat and the new
WOOdPile'S. telt 's' open, the malt. Might
be *de -lab lettet* 'Ylket • toViti taxes,
06440. -tug bill from last winter,
batik triatiaget *melts' to See
tite. I guess book to city.
Sugqr i and Y .Spice
By Bill Smiley