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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1975-09-24, Page 2Quebec city alley gBrusels Post WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24,197. 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 $6.00 a,year, Others CCitriA $8.00 a year, Single Copies 15 cents each, Let's talk BRUSSELS ONTARIO ESTABLISHED IS72 One of the most important things in any healthy community is that people keep talking to each other. Some feel that this isn't happening as much as it should in Brussels. They young people (see the letter to editor on this page) feel that they are unfairly being blamed for vandalism in the village. Some older people shake their heads at what they see of the entire under 30 generation. The police say that it's a small number of "yahoos" who are doing damage to property in Brussels. They don't blame the entire teenage population of the village and neither do most responsible adults. But the kids feel wronged. As the teenagers who wrote the letter point out, they are available to sing carols, work in nursing homes and do other volunteer activities. With some adult guidance they could do more along this line, perhaps operating out of their own social centre. Brussels has a fine active senior citizen's Club; perhaps they could give some organizing help to the teenagers. In turn the teenage group could help the older people with some of their activities. But nobody is going to help anybody and the community as a whole is going to suffer as long as suspicions continue on both sides. Isn't it time for a public meeting in Brussels for people of all ages to get together and talk about the vandalism problems and about the lack of things for teenagers here to do? Positive results could come out of such a meeting. Older people could air their complaints and the kids could air theirs. Compromises could be worked out. Adults could volunteer support and sponsorship for a teen centre or teen social events in Brussels. All things are possible as long as we talk to each other, Who'll call the meeting? To the editor Teenagers ask for support We teenagers of Brussels feel the blame for vandalism, rowdyness and excessive noise has been unfairly directed at us. We feel it is time for us to write in and defend ourselves. Come on now! What do you think we are? A bunch of Juvenile Delinquints! We are sure that any out of town people who read the Brussels Post must think that Brussels is full of teenagers who have no respect at all! We have decided to write in and tell our point of view on the issue. Who sells hospital tags, poppies, sings carols at Christmas and visits Nursing Homes? 3 guesses- ki ,tds over 12 and under 18! The people you call teenagers. It has been stated that we teenagers sit on Main Street all hours of the night. How untrue! In many casts we have talked to people who work on night shifts and drive through town at 2-5 o'clock when all this violence is supposed to occur. They say the town is dead. Of course this is true since our parents insist we are home at a reasonable time unless there is something going on which is almost never since Brussels hasn't had a dance for teens for two years. The reason we sit out as long as we do is because there is absolutely nothing else for us to do, except for roller skating (which we thank the Lions for) We need more activities in Brussels to occupy OurSelves with (why even Belgrave -less than half the size of us has teen-town dances). All we need is a little support to put us on our feet. We thinkla good idea would be a reen.rage Center (which we could operate for dances, games -more or less a place to keep us off the streets). We would be very to-bpetative arid thankful to anyone who would lend us a helping hand. We are not the inconsiderate people you think we are-after all it's our town ton. Yourt truly; The "teen-agers Of Brussels Amen by Karl. Schuessler Pepper, I'm disappointed in you. Really disappointed. I 'thought we had a great thing going -- our communicating with each other. We could dialogue. Let each other know exactly what's on our minds. Then you bungled up the lines. Jammed them real tight, Pepper. And you almost had me in trouble. Great trouble. Not only with my kids--and the, law-- but God Himself. What are you trying to do, Pepper, m ake a cat killer out of me? And what's even worse, a kitten killer? Now how would that look in headlines--Kitten Killer Karl? I couldn't live with myself, Pepper. But you almost made me do it. I mean, kill your kittens. Now I could plead ignorance or accidental death. Or extenuating circumstances before the judge. But that wouldn't purge my soul. I do have a conscience, Pepper, believe it or not. How was I to know you were planning to have a family again? You're getting to be such a big fat lazy cat--accentuate the fat. I can't tell if you are or you aren't. And I've got better things to do each day than go around and note your waistline and any increase thereof. ' But I should have known. You had a few gentlemen callers a while back. They hung around our door a couple of days. I coudln't get rid of them. One of them, my girls named Karl. I blush when I say it, but they named him after me. He was a mangy looking kind of cat, but his intentions were clearly amorous. The way he slinked around you--parading his godawful color--a mixture of gray and white and long haired brown that sort of tried to cover up the whole mess. I clearly rejected the name the girls gave hirn.put they said it had nothing to do with his looks. It was his downright loving mood-his blatant and open advances that evoked my name. They'taunted me when I took after Karl with a broom. flow could I? How could I dare drive away such a loving young man? But Karl alWays came back, and started up his slow slinky gait around you, Pepper. He never seemed to give up trying to get your attention and attraction. But as I say, Pepper, I've got far better things to do than bother MySelf with karl. That's your affair, not mine. I didn't think anymore about it. And I didn't think anymore about it when I put back the square Of wood into the opening of the crawl space under our house.. We'd taken it out for a month, to let the air circulate under the house. try things out down there.' It's a very natural and normal thing to do, Pepper. TO put back that piece of wood. I never dteamed I should hai,e consulted you abbot it. Asked you if it was okay to shut up the crawl apace. I know you liked it under the house. Good and dark. Cool. A perfect hideaway for kittens--now that I think of it. And this time you were going to be sure. Doubly sure that your kittens were safe. Last time an old male cat took out after them. He sneaked into your nest and did away with your litter. But how was! to know, Pepper? Row was I to know you'd been nursing kittens under that crawl space for at least three weeks? You didn't say a word. You never let out one howl. One meow. You never screeched or clawed. Or whined. And that's what hurts, pepper, because I thought we had a good communication system going. You and I. We could always open up. Let each other know what's going on. I'm not unreasonable, Pepper. I'll listen. try to understand. But you got to talk. Talk, hear? Keep the signals going. Keep the lines open. Well, at least your kittens did. For two days I heard faint noises. Did I hear something? Or is that just the birds outside? I listened again. And then I didn't hear anything. I'm imagining. As I told you, Pepper, I've got better things to do than track down faint sounds in my house. But when I went into our storage room, I. heard that sound again, Heavens! That sounds like kittens. I scrambled all around out junky dark storage room. Not a thing. Pepper, come in the house this instant. Do you have kittens in our storage room? I marched you into the room and let you roam over all the boxes and corners. But you didn't Seem interested. want I Non to eofstehe kittens. is,pper. I hear kittens and now You refused to lead me to kittens. Then it clicked. Those sounds are below. Good heavens! I put the wood on that Opening three days ago. Out, Pepper, Out. To the back. First get to out: kittens. Then show them to me. You'll have to bring them out. I'M not crawling on my hands and knees in the dirt to fetch them You made Me wait three days. Then you finally showed us your two kittenS, You brought them 'outside. One was all fuzzy graY and the other one was blotchy gray and white. Kati, you've had a hand in this. I could start a paternity suit against yoU and ,witt. nut forget it. Only this time I vow. Name sake or Karl, ycnete banished from my back doorstep ..forever: