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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1978-05-17, Page 15Now Paying a HIGH RATE of °/ Guaranteed Trust Certificates for 5 Year Term available only to investors 60 years 'and over. 9 3/4 % for investors 60 years and under If you can not come to the office we will call at your home. The Company is a member of the Canada Desposit Insurance Corporation. Ronnenberg Insurance Agency Monkton Office Open Brussels Office Open Monda3, thru Saturda Tuesdays & Fridays f Phone 347-2241 Phone 887-6663 SAFETY with precast concrete steps 1111 Off Off Mr. Unit Step can provide you with a safer entrance • Non Slip Safety Treads is Maintenance free, Ng painting • Expertly replaced in hours required not days • Many sizes of steps • Steel re-inforced precast and porches concrete provides longer life Quality Ornamental iron railings to compliment your entrance Call Mr. Unit Step for your free estimate Seaforth 527-1320 Your Precast Specialists -messial% THE BRUSSELS POST MAY 17, 1978 15 J. L. McCUTCHEON Chev. MOTORS Bru'ssels 887-6856 Olds. Reconditioned and Safety Checked for your driving pleasure 1976 OLDS 98 2 d. H.T. Fully powered 1976 CHEV IMPALA CUSTOM with A.C. 1974 IMPALA STATION WAGON 6 passenger 1974 CHEV VEGA NOTCHBACK 4 cylinder 1976 CHEV 1/2 TON PICK-UP 6 cylinder 1975 CHEV 1/2 TON :with Topper. Stratford Fativah-978 "lfyou love great plays, well done; there is nothing in North America to match the Stratford Festival." Elliott Norton, Boston Herald American To receive our free brochure containing complete information on all 18 productions in our 1978 season write to Publicity Department, Festival Theatre Stratford, Ontario, Canada NSA 6V2 Long distance to Stratford (519) 2734600 26th Season Calkdr to()('toberri Poet 1'. S. Eliot once wrote: "April is the cruellest month," 1 don't know about that — November Is no slouch in this country. when it .comes to cruelty — but April is certainly no. bargain around here, It's a sort of zilch month. All the other months. have some character, except a fore said November. They're either something to make you look forward with anticipation. backward with relief. or to just plain enjoy. May is golf and fishing and grass greening and flowers blooming. June is the first heat wave, lilac scent, mosquitoes, and summer just ahead. July and August are summei' in all its glory, hot dogs, swimming, camping. baseball, trips, summer theatre. family reunions, cottaging. September is a glorious month, usually. Warm enough: everybody getting back into the groove, new schoolmates, new interests, new friends, new follies to commit oneself to. October is great: sharp air, fresh produce, golden sun, football, magnificent foliage. Thanksgiving weekend. Let's skip ruddy November. But December is exciting with fresh snow, Christmas with all its ramifications, holidays coming up, families getting together. January and February are brutal but challenging. We're right into the curling and skiing, the daily battle to stay alive, and the knowledge that once we're over the hump. about Feb. 20, the worst lies behind. Even rotten March has its compensations: Easter, worst of the winter over, March break, -and only one or two more snowstorms to survive. Then- comes cruddy April. There's nothing to do out of doors. Curling and skiing are finished, and it's too early for golf and fishing. Nothing to do outside except catch a cold in that frigid wind blowing off the ice in the bay. It's a dirty month. There's salt and sand and mud on the streets, to be tracked into the house. It's a pain in the arm for housewives. That lousy yellow sun peers insolently through the windows, illuminating dirty panes, smeared wallpapers, spots on the rug, stains on 'the chairs, and well-fingered woodwork ; none of which showed up in the dear dark days of winter. The home-maker's heart sinks. Male homeowners are just plain .c..m- barrassed as the snow imperceptibly melts, revealing all manner of junk on front and back. lawn. This year I watched with growing dismay the surfacing of four daily papers, in their yellow plastic wrappers on the front . lawn, where some turkey kid had thrown them when there was four feet of snow on said area. Then up crept .one disgusting item after another. Lawnmower peeping first its head, then rusty body out of the snow, a reminder of how I was caught short again last November by the first fall: Picnic chairs, lurching out of the shrinking drifts like a couple of old winos, deereplit, falling apart. disgusting. Fragments of Christmas tree. swept up, minced and thrown all over the lawn by the snowplow in early January, A stack of newspapers. put out with the garbage in February. picked up by that same 'twister during a blizzard; chewed up and hurled into three-pound lumps all over the place, each solidly frozen into the ice. salt, and sand. Last fall's oak leaves, caught on the ground by the first snowstorm, about three inches thick, looking about as appetizing as the meat in a particularly repellent shepherd's pie. April is also a rough month on teachers. If the sun is shining, however feebly, students • gasp wildly, pretend thOre dying of heat. throw all the classroom window wide to the 40 degree breeze that spells bronchial pneumonia to the less hot-blooded pedant. For university students about to graduate, April is hellish. Final exams loom like the Furies of old, and all the procrastination begins to catch up. An'd these days. 90 per cent of them arc quite convinced they won't get a job, on graduation. Speaking of nothing to do outside, as I was away back there, there is nothing to do inside either. Unless you want• to watch large, young, sweaty, overpaid athletes smash each other into the boards, as the pro hockey playoffs wend their way wearily toward the finals. This year, April was worse than usual, with a thousand windbags expelling their contents into the air about an upcoming election. Suddenly, all sorts of people who couldn't care less whether you got ingrown toenails or fell into a cess-pool, began showing great friendliness and sincerity, a genuine concern. about your point of view and how you would vote. And I think the month of April is pretty well brought to its climax by the income tax return,. due on the last day of that miserable month.- I always feel that I've been beaten, raped, and left naked by the side of the road, when that ordeal is over. It doesn't cheer .me up much to look around and see all the people diddling the unemployment insurance, all the former students, now fairly affluent, who never paid back their student loans. Looking back, all I can say is that April is Awful. Thank goodness for May. Not to mention Pearly, Ruby, and Mabel. INDUSTRIAL. RESIDENTIAL and FARM. WIRING CALL GARY DILL 3484383 or 347-2435 MITCHELL FARM GENERATOR SALES Sugar and Spice by Bill Smiley April is cruellest month