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When two Michigan weekly newspapers went up
for sale recently, citizens from the two towns banded
together to buy them.
Only one of the members in both groups has any
journalistic experience but, in the words of one of the
buyers, "I know how to read a balance sheet."
This doesn't mean the men were lured by ideas of
big profits. Their motive, each is quick to tell you,
was to keep the local papers just that.
The Roscommon Herald News was sold by two
brothers who had published the 2.755 circulation
weekly since 1941. The paper had been in their
family for 67 years.
An insurance agent headed up the group that
bought the Herald News. He explained his reasoning
in making the purchase as follows:-
c‘\1\OrM you live in a small community you become
attached to the paper as part of the community. We
all love the community which is good to us and the
press is an important segment of any community
from an economic standpoint."
(St. Marys Journal Argus)
"For' THIS we. send you' to art` school?"
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WEDNESDAY. 1:)CEIVIRER 4, 1974
Serving Brussels and the surrounding community.
Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels. Ontario
by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited.
Evelyn Kennedy - Editor Dave Robb - Advertising
Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and
Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association.
Subscriptions (in advance) Canada 56.00 a year. Others
= NA 58.00 a year, Single Copies 15 cents each.
Second class mail Registration No. 0562.
Telephone 887-6641
new council
The election is over and the people have spoken. In
a fairly large turnout the voters of Brussels
re-elected reeve Jack McCutcheon, presumably
indicating that the majority .of local citizens supports
his record of achievements for the village.
Brussels Council, with the exception of Councillor
Hank Ten Pas, is made up of entirely new faces. This
can mean that new ideas about the future of the
village can be expected.
There was keen interest' in this year's municipal
election campaign and it was good to see democracy
in process as some very able people competed for
both the Reeve's seat and the council positions. To
those who weren't successful this time we say
"thanks for being interested enough in the village to
run a campaign".
Congratulations to the winners. Brussels looks
forward to two years of progressive and honest
government. The Post will do everything possible to
keep the public informed about their decisions and
how they make them.
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One of my real pleasures in life is.
"hatching it." I've just been through ten
days of it, and have nother stretch coming
up. I look back on the one with nostalgia,.
and forward to the other with. anticipation.
There are a lot of men who go around
with a long face when their wife is going to
be away for a spell, and they'll have to look
after thernselves. Some of them would
literally starve to death if there were no
restaurants. Others actually "miss" their
wives constant babble.
And. there are a lot of women who are
convinced that their poor weaklings of
husbands will be hard done by if they leave
them to fend for themselves for a few days.
There are also a lot of women who are
convinced that their husbands are going to
miss their presence dreadfully. Both
convictions are erroneous, in my case.
I love my wife. but oh, you. happy,
carefree days of batching it. I feel the way I
used to, about nine years old; when school
is letting out in June.
For one thing. there's no teacher at me
all the time, trying to make me behave,
clean up aft er me, and learn something.
new, all at once. This is hard work, and I'm
lazy.
Nope, when' put the old battleaxe on the
bus, or see the car drive off, I try to look
mournful, and wave a fervent goodbye,.
then I give a great sigh of relief, and feel
like a fellow who has just walked out the
jailhouse gates.
I'm not saying that marriage: is
synonymous with prison, though it is a life
sentence. I'm just saying that it's nice to
get a weekend pass once in. a while, for
good behaviour.
First thing I do when the old, girl
disappears over the horizon is kick my
shoes off, settle down in a comfortable
chairwith a beer and. the: evening papers,: I
read it through with quiet enjoyment, no
interruptions:
Nobody relating how she changed the
beds, did two washings, called the
plumber. Nobody wanting: to talk about
decorating the spare Nobodyroom. telling
Me I had. to go over the bills with her. No,
jest me and the, paper. I read front page:,
editorials', columns, sports and,
entertainment. Normally, I never get past
the: .front page.
Nobody saying, "Dinner's nearly teady
don't open anotlier beer which would you,
like canned peas or frozen spinach::'" I have
my dinner when I jolly welt fell like it,
Maybe nine p.m., or ten.
And when I do, it's a gourmet spri
Unlike some of those snivelling wret
who cant boil a cup of water witl
spoiling the flavour, I was brought up
large family, and was a pretty good. ro
cook when I married. A far better cook t
the bride, I might add, sotto voce.
And since then, I've filed off a num
of the rough edges, and can turn out a g
meal. Chops and sausage, bacon and e
are child's play, along. with steak. I
turn out a creditable turkey, ham, roas
beef. I can make stuffing, bake a fist
So , when I'm alone, I don't go hunt
Oh, not that I roast a beef, or turn ou
golden brown turkey. That's a bit much
one average appetite.
But I don't settle for the baked pot
fried, pork chop and canned corn routi
either. That's for workaday cooks
workaday appetities and worka,
marriages.
Nor am I one of those fancy-dans v
fool around covering the essen
blandness of their cooking with a lot
spices and sauces.
I'm more apt to turn out a nice mil
grill: bacon, a small fresh lamb chop,
sausage or two, a bit of liver, and a grain
two of kidney. If theyre not on hand, I
the latter two items out of a can of cat fo(
It has a distinct, unique flavour.
When all is sizzling a la perfection, as
say, I carefully put the meat on a pal
towel, and fry two large slices of gold
-brown bread in the drippings. I top tilt
with tomatoes and melting cheese. By tl
time my stomach can scarcely stand t
aromas mingling.
When I put the whole works into the ca
dish, open the refrigerator, take out
frozen chicken pie, heat it, and eat
garnished with, a sprig. of cabbage. The
and. I are both happy.
By this time, it's 11,30 pan „ so I Iva'
a late movie' or two, with no one sayn
"Isn't it time for' bed?" I climb into bed
3SI, read for an hour, and sleep unti
a.m.
Every time' my wife comes home and I t
been batching it, she is appalled by
appearance. "Your eyes look like :t1
burned h oles in a blanket." They do,
I've enjoyed every burn.
Then the inevitable question: "Did r
rnsis me?" Halt! Miss her my foot, I dick
miss her any more than I would tray teat
or my right arm,