The Brussels Post, 1977-03-23, Page 7.1
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Mrs. Cliff Bray
Correspondent.
Euchre party was held in the
Ethel Community Hall on
Monday evening March 21st with
ten tables playing. Sponsored by
the hall board. Convenor was
Stan Alexander. Winners were
High Lady-Mr. Ken Crawford
played as a lady, Low Lady-Mt S.
Smiles
Ralph was visiting a friend who
wanted him to meet an Indian
with a remarkable memory. He
asked the Indian what he had for
breakfast April 14, 1952.
"Eggs," replied the Indian.
"Bay" said Ralph. "So what?
Everybody has eggs for
breakfast".
Two years later, he met the
same Indian. Ralph raised his
hand and said, "How."
"Scrambled," was the reply.
Cliff Bray, high Gent-Howard
Brown, Low-Leslie Stephenson.
The March meeting of the
U.C.W. was held at the home of
Mr.s Cliff Bray on Thursday
March 17th.
A family gathering was held at,
the home of Mrs. Earl Bowes e(A
Thursday March 17th, in honour
of Mrs. Jack Wilson of Brussels
on the occasion of her 82nd
birthday. Mrs. Wilson's sisters
were also there for the occasion.
Super Servers
meet
The Brussels 3 4-H club met in
the Presbyterian Church
basement with 7 members
present.
Members showed each other
material and how to care for it and
selected "Brussels Super
Sewers" as the club name.
Mrs. Haveman demonstrated
placing patterns and how to cut
material.
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rcraft, radar and cruiser
GIs will be used in an effort to
e the number of accidents
ovincial highways, Goderich
reported recently. A new
am, called Selective Traffic
_
cement has been. set up to
-for traffic violations.
e OPP have determined that,
accidents are the result of
dgement, anthoften involve
es against the Highv4y,
Act, The OPP believe that
ent enforcement of the Act
reduce the number of nts.
e OPP report that each h i a team from each 'intent studies accident
is for .that Month
related over 'A three year
d, The team notes statistics
he number of accidents,
and when they occurred; f possible, the anises of 4ccidents, Each detachment chooses an area for close
*hoe accident§ have-
ed fteqUently in the past.
OPP says the neiv prograni eady tbdtided the nutribet idents in the past few s,
affic enforcement begins
Radar enforcement of the 50
m.p.h. speed limit will be
stepped up to further reduce the'
number of mishaps Goderich OPP
report. They say a new moving
radar system, already operating
in Perth and Grey Counties
will soon be used in Huron
County to supplement the present
stationary radar system.
Announce euchre
winners at Ethel
THE BRUSSELS POST, MARCH 23, 1977 —7
There's nothing more frustrating than
being loved for all the wrong reasons. This
has been happening to me all my life.
My wife fell in/love with me because I
was the first live one she'd met in three
years at university. I was just home from
overseas, cocky as a young black bass.
Until then, the only college men she'd met
were flat-foots or four-eyes, whose idea of
a hot date was to as,k her out, dutch-treat,
for a coffee, and breathe heavily over their
own passion for Wordsworth's poetry.
She was a good, sweet girl who believed .
in God, university regulations, and the
sanctity of Great Writers. I soon cured her
of that. I introduced her into a small society
of skeptics and slumgullions like myself,
who were more interested in beer than
Browning, sex than saintlines's. We didn't
want to go to Mexico. We didn't want to
marry and have children and grow old
together; we wanted to have 18 illicit
affairs and die young of sheer depravity.
It was'all a facade, of course, but she was
fascinated. And for thenext 30 years, I had
to continue the pretence that I was a
dashing rake instead of a dull hoe. It's
been hard. Underneath, I'm a cowardly
conformist, , not a revolutionary romantic;
a solid free-enterpriser, not an idealistic
socialist. I'm not a leader; I'm a follower,
even though sometimes I appear to be
going sideways . or backwards.
Final blow came'the other day when she
caught me trying to figure out how'much
pension I'd get if I retired in three years. It
sank in at last that she had married, not the
Scarlet Pimpernel, but Elmer Fudd.
Same thing with my kids. They seemed
to love me, but for all the wrong reasons.
When I was a weekly editor, they thought I
was the most important man in town.
Don't know where they got the idea. They
never saw me cringing behind the receiver
when sorq old lady had called me up and
was wiping nre of t over the phone because
I'd either left one pall bearer out, or put in
one too many, in the write-up of her old
man's funeral.
The kids thought I was a great father
because I took them on the Ferris wheel
and roller coaster when they were little.
They didn't realize I was a quivering jelly
inside. From their bedtime stories, they
knew I had won the war practically
single-handed, but thought I was just a
peacemaker when I backed up smartly in
any argument with their mother.
Same story all over • again with my
colleagues. Love me for all the wrong
reasons. They seem to think that just
because I'm an outstanding shuffleboard
player, a superb Russian billiards shot, an
extraordinarily acute poker player, a
snappy dresser who never wears the same
shirt more than three days in a row, and a
bon vivant who can get through the
cafeteria's shepherd's pie with the best of
them, I should be an object of adoration, if
not veneration.
They don't see beneath that dazzling
surface at all. They utterly fail to recognize
the gentleness, the sweetness, the
academic brilliance, and the humility that
make up the real me.
I have the same trouble with my
students. I won't say they worship me. I
won't go that far. But it's not unusual to
walk into my classroom and find candles
burning in front of the portrait one of our
art teachers has painted of me.
Once again, it's for the wrong reasons.
?They love me because they think I love
teaching, love teenagers, tell sparkling
jokes, and readily buy their raffle tickets.
In fact, the only reason I teach is the long
summer holiday; teenagers are difficult to
love, even y our own; not one of my jokes is
less than eight years old; and I buy their
blasted tickets because I don't want my
• tires slashed.
Why don't they love me for my
unquenchable optimism: that some day I'll
hit three good blows in a row on the golf
course; that some day I'll spend most of the
time on the trail upright on my skis, rather
than down right on my fanny?
Yes. It's disconcerting to be constantly
loved for the wrong reasons. That's why
Quebec is so disconcerted these days.
Suddenly, millions of Canadians, who
never gave her a look or a thought before,
love. La Belle Province.
But do they love her for the right
reasons? Do they love her because she is
tourjours g ai, aussi charmante, full of
elan, and a hell of a gourmet cook? Nope.
Do they love her because she is much more
bilingual than the rest of us, and because
she is bursting with creativity? Nope.
They love her becasue the sulky
bad-tempered magnificently-endowed
daughter threateiis to leave home, with her
dowry under her arm.
After years of being loved for all the
wrong reasons, I know „just how you feel,
Rene Levesque.
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All for love
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