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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1973
ONTARIO
lerving Briissels and the surrounding -community
published, each Wednesday afternoon' at Brussels, Ontario
by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited. '
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From hick to somebody
in one summer
Because we are all consumers,none
of us are too ecstatic about the
present high cost of living. How-
' ever'the high price of meat and other
'food stuffs has had one`good spin-
-off. It has made a lot'of people
: take another look at the farmer.'
' The man who used to be a nobody,
or worse still the butt of jokes ,
has suddenly become a somebody. Like
the 97-pound weakling'who picked'
himself up out of the sand, he 'is
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now a force to bp reckoned with.
For 'the first time in decades,
the farmer has the opportunity to get
an honest return for his work. As 'a
result he has assumed status in the
community. Words, like hick, rube,
Tlow-jockey 'and sod-buster are fast
disappearing. All of a sudden we
have city-slickers dedicating songs•
to the farmer. We have sociologists
telling us that the farmer, because
he can readily see and appreciate •
the fruits of his labor, because he
is involved in a job from beginning
to end, has an enviable occupation.
Now instead of laughing at their
country cousins, we have city child-
ren who boast about the fact that
they-spent a week or soon a farm
during the summer.And instead of
heading for the beach, many city
folk are looking for farm vacations.
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"Will you 'stop hini the stork brotighthitnl”
' Yep. We're home. ' Met a chap
yesterday and he said, filley, I thought
you were going to England . Better get
a hustle on. You go back to work in a
week."
Perhaps I should explain that this
column is written about two weeks in
advance usually or sometimes or
occasionally or when the situation calls for
it.
The last two, for example were written
in London and Chester. I swear I had the ,
only possible typeWriter in Chester. My
wife went out to get some dry-cleaning,
Spotted this office supplies place, and
finagled a typewriter, an old beat-up one,
on loan.
Therefore, by the time you read about
me and the Old Lady living it up on the
strand; we're actually sitting in thp back
yard, swatting mosquitoeS.
Which we did we had left the key
'to the house with the neighbOurs.Neither
they nor we knew when we'd be home.
You can giiess the rest. We &lied
in, absolutely peeped. Neighbours Miefor
the evening. I tried every window any self-
respecting. burglar would have a crack
at. Nothing doing.
We sit in ,.the backyard, surrounded
by luggage, looking and feeling like two
melting ice' cream' cones, exchanging
quips like, "Weren't none of these
itaiitoeS Edinburgh."
Bey, it's something to be an inter
national traveller, ThOSe .mosquitoes
bow gracefully before they sink the needle.
It
,
didn't latither But it Was,
almost the last straw for my wife. She
was in a state of deep depression anyWay-,
because She'd, had to. leave the U.K.
You may recall that she fought the
idea of the trip and tined, every crafty
feminine Wi to aVoid
PtOni the
le
moment I i threw' her onto the'
bodily; She :fetid her rotten: Milt,
her kitchen floor, the woodwork that
needed cleaning, the rugs and all the rest
of it.
Right now, -she's 'planning next year's
tour of England. Between you and me,
there are' a few places in England where
she will be banned,' because she had so
much fun.
.ThiS is the kid who Couldn'tenderstand
why anyone wanted to travel..
Perhaps you read abOut those bomb
scares in London., They are blamed on
the Irish Republican Army. • • •
IRA my 'foot. I planted those bomb
scares in the English papers because it
was the only way I could get my wife to
leave the country.
And I don't blame her. She was
asked . to a champagne luncheen, whatever
'that IS, at the Savoy. Without
She kissed, or was kissed by,
WO1Shinan in Liangoilen, Without me.
She walked in, Hyde Park with a
Dublin laWyer. Without me.
She had 'breakfast in bed every morn-
ning, She didn't wash a diSh, scrub
flOOr, cook a meal `forthree, *WO.
With the help. of four bobbies, I
Managed to get her on the plane,.
From there On' it Wasn't SO bed: It.
WAS a matter Of jumping out over the•
ocean or landing at the SO,,Cilled
national Airport Terminal 2, toronto,
WS; about eVenii,Steiten. Personally,
go I'd jUMN If were flying again,“ I'd
through. to', Winnipeg and take a bus back
to Toronto. That's hOW bad NO. 2 in,
says: Sunni, It's a long swim,
Anyway, the hooke
Already MO S- "Sending dar
Old Lards to
to Heather
.
tbe, Weiitniinintet Hotel,
OheStet t. reminding' her that we want some
lie in this
Nextyear we go back for sure, so
but I'll
be at Halilait, Cheering her as she
'takes oft
Yes, times
meat and bread
appear from ou
farme'r's place
climb even hig
After all, the
are among that
workers, In Ru
the horth.rece
the doctor to
We have been j
cut of their c
their fingerna
we learned tha
ails are as re
suit and brief
as impressive
as the limouti
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have changed; and as
are rationed, or dis-
r grocery shelves, the
in our society will
her. And why not?
fishermen of Iceland
country's best paid
ssia a truck-driver in
ives a salary equal to
the city. For too longi
udging people by the
lothes or the color of
its. It's high time
t straw hats and over-
spectable as a business
case and the tractor
a piece of machinery
ne.
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