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euchre
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Mrs. Joe Walker
357.3558
Mr. and Mrs. Tim Tolton and
Mr. and Mrs. Chuck Vessey will
host the euchre party in the
Bluevale Community Hall on
Thursday March 9.
A successful dance at the
Howick Community Centre was
held Sat. night sponsored by the
Bluevale Recreation Association.
Door prizes were purchased from
Mrs. English's Hap-E-Nest and
won by 1st, Mrs. Oscar Kieffer,
2nd, Mrs. Carl Frieburger, '3rd,
Oscar Keifer.
A Post Classified will pay you
dividends. Have you tried one?
Dial Brussels 887-6641.
JUDY ADAMS
daug hter of Ray and Helen
Adams of Brussels will graduate
from the Georgian College of
Applied Arts and Technology in
Secretarial Science. She received
the Honorary Governor's Bursary
award for General Secretarial of
$200.00. Judy had the highest
average in her class, a mark of
93.4%.
Thank You
We wish to express our Thanks to
Rev. C. LeDreyv, Father A. Sonderup
and Rev. E. Baker for conducting the
service of dedication of our new funeral
home.
To the contractors, suppliers and
friends for your Messagesof Congratu-
lations, gifts and floral arrangements.
To you, our friends who attended our
dedication service.
Without all your support, this new
facility would not have been possible.
We Thank You All
Max & Barb Watts •
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You'd think, if a fellow drove a 1,000 miles to.
Washington,, D.C. and picked up his Ohio
State Award for good radio programming,
he'd come home happy.
You'd think he'd forget about the $56.00 a
night hotel room. The. $4.00 a night overnight
parking. And the White House tour he missed
because he couldn't find a parking space in
time before the White House closed at twelve
noon to visitors.
You'd think he'd take his flu bug in stride
and not complain a whimper while he
drove--miserable and ugly--all the way back
home.
Isn't it worth it all to go that far--that
long--to hold in your hands that coveted
award?
Well, at least they tell me it's coveted. And
I mean by "they" the people who give but the
awards--the Ohio State University people who
spend hours and hours listening to every
program entry--all 806 of them this year.
And to make the awards all the more
prestigious, they moved the big banquet
awards program away from their Columbus,
Ohio home base and into Washington, D.C.
You can't get much more prestigious than
that, can you?l n the 'Washington Press Club
rooms, no less.
The veal cordon bleu never tasted better. Of
course, maybe anything might have tasted
better after Big Macs, french fries and cokes
for three days. I had to cut down somewhere
with the high cost of housing me and my car.
The candlelight on white tablecloths and
real linen napkins was perfect. And so was the
elegant room curtained and draped in velvets
and sheers and displaying every flag from the
50 states.
I was here. I had arrived. At this most
prestigious dinner of the year.
And what did I get for all my trouble?
A piece of paper.
A nice piece of paper, of course. Good
quality stock. If I didn't know better, I'd say
sheepskin quality, the good thick kind .with
letters all in black. But when the words got
important, they came out in silver--silver
letters that shone "1978 Ohio State Award"
"CBC and. Ideas", and "Bob Harrington, the
Chaplain of Bourbon Street."
And my name? It didn't even make it in
black letters. It didn't appear at all.
But why should that get me down? I was
here, wasn't I? Eating that good veal cordon
bleu and pouring myself another glass of wine
from the carafe that sat on my table. '
So what's in a name? What's it matter that I
didn't meet any other radio interviewers and
producers from all over the country? So what
if I was seated next to the one fellow I knew in
the whole crowd? A CBC man I see often it the
CBC cafeteria and halls. At least I got to meet
his wife, didn't I?
His name didn't appe'ar on his award either.
All he had to do--like the rest of us--was to
recognize his name when the man called it
out, walk forty feet to the head table, put out
his hand, say thank-you, and turn around and
go back to his table.
That was it. That was all.
It, wasn't like the Oscar and Emmy Awards
at all. When the winner gets behind the
microphone and assures everyone this award
wouldn't be possible withobt a lot of other
people. And so I would like to take this
opportunity to thank my producer, my
assistant producer, my executive producer,
my copy assistant, my research editor, the
corporation, my wife, my child, my mother,
my father, everybody, without whom this
award would never have been possible.
I didn't get a chance like that at all.
I didn't get a chance to hear a word of my
award winning program--or anyone else's for
that matter. You know that's how they dd it
with the Oscar awards. They throw on a
screen excerpts and clips from the award
winning movies. To give you a glimpse of the
brilliant production.
Oh, they did that at the Ohio State Awards.
They did screen for a minute or two the award
winners. But nobody in his right mind expects
you to thi-ow a radio program on the screen.
You could listen to a segment of course, but
who listens? TV is king and gets treated like
one.
But I really didn't feel that bad about not
hearing any radio program segments. I could
barely see the TV excerpts. The reason was
simple. TV cameras need bright lights. And
when you have TV camera men walking all
around and taping this momentous 1978 42nd
Annual Presentation, you can't dim any lights
to let the audience see what they came to see.
That's alright. I can learn to squint and
strain to see those award winning segments in
bright lights. I can lean forward and try to
make out the faint image of Paul harvey who
addressed us from the screen. He couldn't
make it to accept his reward in person, even
though he was the super duper winner of the
year.
I don't mind. I don't mind at all that the
main speaker talked all about American TV
and radio rules and regulations. I don't mind
if the people from Boston who were supposed
to sit on the other side of me came late--just
in time for after dinner coffee. I had two extra
fruit appetizers and three more dinner
rolls--thanks to them.
I don't mind at all. Because I brought home
with me my trophy--my prized paper
award--matter no less, just in case I want to
frame it.
It's all mine. And nobody's having it. I
deserve it. Not because of my awarding
winning Bob Harrington radio program, but
because I gave five days out of my life to
accept it, and four days to recover.
And if CBC wants to hang a copy up on their
walls, they'll have to pay $20.00 •for it.
Mine was free.
Ha.
8—THE BRUSSELS 'POST,MARPH8,1978
Amen
by Karl Schuessler
Free? Ha!
Obituaries
ALMON LEWIS
Almon Edward Lewis of 443
Dumfries Ave., Kitchener died
suddenly at his home on Monday
evening, February 27 in his 47th
year.
Born in Kitchener, he was the
only son of Julia Dippel, formerly
of Kurtzville and the late Lloyd
Lewis. On August 23rd 1952, he
was married to Frances Dennis of
Grey Township and the couple
had celebrated their twenty-fifth
anniversary this past August.
Mr. Lewis is survived by his
wife, Frances, two daughters
Dorothy (Mrs. Dale Cybulskie)
and Sandra, as well as two sons,
Allan and Jim, all of Kitchener.
His mother Mrs. Julia Fisher also
survives.
Funeral services were conduct-
ed in the Ratz-Bechtel funeral
chapel on Thursday March 2 by-
Rev., Robert Ross with burial at
Woodland Cemetery.
Mr. Lewis was a member of
Olivet United Church, and was
serving as a member of the Board
of Trustees.
Keenly interested in youth, he
had heen active in the North
Waterloo Boy Scouts, and at the
time of his death was a convener
of the Midget Division of the
Kitchener Minor Hockey League.
Mr. and Mrs. Melville Dennis
of Gorrie are parents-in-Law of
the late Mr. Lewis.
JOHN MeTAGGART
__John William • (Jack),
McTaggart, R. R. #3, Komoka,
formerly of Palmerston and R. R.
#2, Listowel, died in the Strathroy
Nursing Home on Saturday,
February 25, in his 76th year.
Surviving besides his wife, the
former Pearl Coates are font.
sons, Robert of Komoka, Wayne
of Kitchener, James of
Southampton and Gordon of
Markdale; five grandchildren and
one brother, Adrian McTaggart of
Brussels. He was predeceased by
One brother, Gordon of Ocean
FAlls, B.C.
The late Mr. McTaggart rested
at the Peebles Funeral Home,
Atwood, where funeral service
and Committal were held on
Monday at 2 p.m. Rev. Leslie
Landell officiated.
Interment in Cranbrook
Cemetery, Cranbrook,