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With Dr. Eric SiSel, fOrrher edittie of Toronto Telegram
and The Proverbs at Westfield Restaurant.
LOCAL MAN TALKS 'TO PLOWMEN- Gordon
McGavin of Seaforth who has long been active in the
Ontario Plowmen's Association was one 'of the
people who spoke to the organizing meeting for the
1978 Plowing Match which was held in Clinton last
week. Mr. McGavin is a member of the committee
which is planning the match, to be held near
Wingham three years from now. (Staff photo)
Crop improvement Association
Twilight Meeting
Thurdsay, July 24, p.m.
at the Art Drummond Farm,
1/4 mile, east of Bornholm, Lot 13, Con., '8 Logan Township
Mens' Program: Spring grain varieties, corn root worm,
pasture project, homestead tree project. •
Ladies Program: Home canning of fruits and vegetables, a
display and discussion on rock collecting and finishing.
Ladies to meet in Bornholm Hall (Logan Twp. Hall)
Please bring own lawn chairs.
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Sunday, July 27
HEAR
Rev. Brian Thomas
MINISTER FROM WINDSOR WITH SECOND
LARGEST SUNDAY SCHOOL IN WINDSog
PLUS Special Music
8:00 p.m.
Huron Men's Chapel
AUBURN
THE' BRUSSELS, POST', : JULY U, 1914,
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Well, that big heat wave through the end
of June and into July puts the lie to all
those pessimists who claim our summers
are changing, getting cooler and damper.
That was a real, old-fashioned scorcher.
Even our big, old, high-ceilinged house,
surrounded by shade trees, warmed up to
the almost-uncomfortable point after a
week of high blue skies and hot yellow
suns.
Farmers were worried, and a lot of
people who had to work through the heat
were suffering, and I had room for a lot of
sympathy for both as I lay on the beach and
wondered whether I should go in for
another duck to cool off.
I have lots of sympathy, but no feeling of
guilt, because I have paid my dues,
slugging it out in the heat many a summer
when other people were cooling off outside
and inside.
There were several years of working as a
serf on one of the big passenger boats that
used to ply the Great Lakes.
We worked 12 hours a day, seven days a
week. That was' inthe days when a long
weekend was just a long weekend, with no
holidays for the working stiff.
Most of the summer I enjoyed
thoroughly, when we' were "up the
Lakes," sleeping under blankets at night,
and revelling in the hot clear days and cool
nights of The Lakehead, or Thunder Bay,
as it's now known.
But down at the lower end of the
seven-day run, at Windsor and Detroit, it
was another story. That was then, and still
is, the muggiest, funkiest, just plain
hell-hottest place in North 'America,
Even the passengers perspired heavily.
The crew didn't perspire, nor even sweat.
They ran like waterfalls.
When you hit the Detroit River, you
knew it. First, by the filth of the water.
Secondly, by the lack Of any semblance of
breeze. Third, .by the stink from the
breweries of Windsor.
There was no air conditioning in those
days. If you had a fan kicking around
torrid, tired air, you were lucky. The
passenger cabins were airless. The crew's
quarters, most of them without windows or
portholes, were virtually unbreathable in.
And the stokehole, where the black gang
fired the coal into the furnaces, was an
inferno. Why, there wasn't mutiny down
there, I'll never know.
But we were young and healthy and had
no unions to tell us how we were being
exploited (which we were). So after
cleaning up the boat and standing under a
tepid shower, it was on with some clean
duds and out to sample the joys of a night
in Detroit: big-league ball
After a month of Figure Skating
the Kitchener Auditorium
me of the members of the
ussels Figure Skating Club
re stlecessful in passing tests
rich concluded the first four
eeks of summer training.
t Figure passed by Jill McCut-on
nor Bronze Dances-,
11105 passed by Karen Alex-der
este passed by Kevin Wheeler On Saturday July 19 Kevin and
rol Wheeler and Michelle,
Cutcheon skated at the Niag-
burlesque shows and something the Yanks
called beer.
It was pretty heady stuff (not the beer)
for a 17 or 18 year old. Some of the boys
had a little trouble making it up the
gang-plank. Then it was up to the top deck,
because there was no use trying to sleep in
our quarters, and sit there, naked, as the
boat glided up the river, into Lake St.
Clair, and the first signs of a breeze again.
No sleep, and a 12-hour day ahead, but
who needed it?
Then there was a summer working in a
factory in Toronto. Most of the factory was
air conditioned (it had become practicable
by then) as the plant turned out film and
cameras.I3ut guess who got to work in the
machine -shop, down in the bowels, with
the lathes and the welding machines and
the temperature about 96? In hot weather,
and I swear it was hot all summer, the guys
down there were in a foul mood throughout
their shift.
I honestly believe that, in the various
summer jobs I've had, I have sweated
enough to fill the tank of one of those new
solar-heated homes they're talking la bout
— something like 40,000 gallons.
And there's another type I feel sorry for.
That's the weekly newspaper editor. Of
course, they're so spoiled now that some of
them even have, as I understand, air
conditioning in their offices.
But in my day, the office took the full
blast of the summer sun from about noon
on. Outside on the street, long cool girls in
shorts and tops, and little, cool, brown kids
in even less, sauntered along, oblivious to
the heat:
Inside, the editor stewed and sizzled,
trying to shake off pieces of paper that
stuck to his damp hands, trying to explain
to advertisers why the paper was coming
out late, wondering if there would be any
advertising next week, and trying to wring
an editorial out of a soggy brain.
Maybe I'll check things out with some of
my old weekly colleagues at the convention
this summer in Saskatoon. I'll expect a 'cool
answer.
Yes, sympathy, but no guilt feeling.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take my
grandbaby out to the beach, 'where we will
sit in the cool sand with the waves washing
over our legs, and look at the girls in
bikinis, and dig holes in the wet sand, and
_ splash each other, and. jabber at each other
in that specie language that nobody else
seems to understand, and give not a single
thought to all the poor, steamy, smelly
masses working today.
Never mind, chaps, I've got a rotten
sunburn.
ara Falls Competition. Kevin
made his first attempt- at Free
skating and placed 6th out of 7.
Michelle and Carol competed in
the Ladies Pre-Novice event with.
Carol coming in 2nd out of 33 and
Michelle in 19th place:
Michelle also competed in the
Bronze Interpretive event with a
15th out of 26 placing.
0.1'01 skated with Blaine Moore
in the Novice Pairs and came
second out of 4, winning for Carol
2 second ['lacings, and 2 silver
trophys to bring home.
All the Brussels skaters attend-
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
gureskateris win awards
ing star-ier skating school are
pupils of Fran and Bruce Brady.
Short Shots
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Never before have farmers had
at their disposal so many modern
Machines with which to
accomplish their farm operations,
these the products of inventive
genius, Some of the men in
earlier days, with less st'i'ri d
training and none,ot J-Sle modern
tools now 2.4.;,ittlable, have left
rein viers that they too possessed
inventive know-hoW. Recently we
Were shown a peculiar looking,
fairly small, antique article which
had been used as a corn Sheller.
Fashioned in iron , it had a
complicated set of teeth and cogs
cunningly arranged in such a
Manner that must have Made it a
very'efficient machine for the job
it was meant to do. it appeared
that at some time a Motor had
been attacked to do away With the
necessity of operating it by hand,
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