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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Lucknow Sentinel, 1980-11-12, Page 67:77 7,3 77,7 JOCELYN SHRIEli Publisher SHARON,J„ DIETz Editor ANTHONY N. JOHNSTONE 4 Advertising and General Manager -PAT-WINGS-TONOffice--Manager • MERLE. ELLIOTT - Typesetter JOAN HELM - Composition Business and Editorial °Rice Telephone 52£3.282 Mailing Address 1).Q. Box 400, Luckruimi, I.100 2140 Second Class Mail Registration.Number .0547 Subscription rate, S13.50 per year In advaniee 50;1)4CW/elf rite, $11.50 per fear ikadvaltee— U.S.A. and Foreign, S23.00 per year inidvance Sr, Cit. U.S.A. a nd Foreign, S21.00 per year In 141v/ince Strike affects vote The teachers' strike in truce County took its toll in .the election for school trustee to represent Culross and Kinloss Townships and the villages of Lucknow and Teeswater in Monday's municipal election. Former board chairman Lloyd Ackert was defeated in his bid for another term and his defeat is probably a backlash from the frustration.created by the strike rather than any real disapproval of Ackert's actions on the beard. A retired teacher, Ackert served on the board's finance , committee and several ministry of education committees during his terms on Bruce County SChool Board and his experience would have been a "great asset in the months following the settlement of .the strike: • The board lost several experienced members prior to the election and Ackert's experience would- have permitted him to play an effective role in picking up the pieces once the strike is over. take so many ;things for granted. Even People now, in this day and age, adults do. I'm not talking about • material thingS, I'm talking about, things important in life, like mothers, fathers, brothers; sisters, friends and most of all love, Someday when you're walking down the street, listen to the conversations you hear; for example, •"I can't stand my parents because they grounded me for staying out so late." If your parents , didn t do things like that, • where would you end up? Pregnant? 'Dead? In jail? Did yon ever ask yourself those 4uesdons? • There are a lot of ,people who wish they did' have parents to rely on, like ;'foster kids. Everyone seems to think they are nobodys; trouble makers and a bad example for • society, You're wrong! They are just people who,need someone to trnst, lOve,, honour, obey and, vice versa. .,They. have never had the privilege of being taught the values ,of life. • As for having friends, what would you. do without them. Whom would you talk to when Moth and Pad weren't available? Whom would you , go out, with on weekends?` People People now-a-days seem to think they don't owe anything, to anyene but they're wrong! They owe something to themselves and.to the people who love them, To the Editor, ?lease be advised that the :Huron County Board :of Education, at a ., meeting on November •3rd,, 1980, passed a motion Of comPlete Conti& ence, in ..both the ;Prof essional cotripe--: tence and the personal integrity 'of its DirectorOf .Education, • , Mr. D. J. Cochrane,' Members, of the Board -supporting this*resolution 'are: Mr,' R. J. Elliott, Mr. E. Frayne, Mr, P. Gower, Mt. B ayter, Mrs. , Haztitt, 'Mr, J. Henderson; Mr. C. MCDonald,: Mr.:D; McDonald, Mr., B. P. 'Minin, Mt. M. Maiv6r,', Mr. R. K. Peck, Mr. C. Rau, Mr: H. Iiirkheiin, Mrs. D. Wallace, Mrs. D. Williams; This is a letter of apology for any inconvenience that has been caused due to the Cystic. Fibrosis letter to the The-Canadian Cancer SOciety is having a poster, contest for National. Non-Smoking Week, in January, A prize of $5.00 will bd given to the winner front grades 4And gradeS 6 8. 'A tape or record of his/her choiee will be given to the winner in 'the teen and adult categories, Any 'material may he used•fol. the `. x 24" ,pcister. Posters: are, to be submitted by December to ,. the Sentinel, Office. • Dr. Alma Conn-Armstrong, a Culross ToWnship resident. How often does, everybody sit down , and practising veterinary, while not experienced; will no and discuss their feelings•for-..bne doUbt with effort and time learn to be an effective board another among family and friends. Not member. She has the determination'and is looking forward very often. Instead they bottle up.their to helping to bring a better understanding' and communi- feelings inside. If you don't like Something your friends,, brothers, sisters and even parents do, sit down and discuss it with them, you might do yourself as well as them a favour. This Whole world would get along much better if they would• learn to understand one another instead of building walls around themselves and, being defensive. • I hope this letter makes you think and feel.etter. I know i made me feel better just writing it. Yours very truly, Donald McDOnald, Chairman of the. Beard. A Foster Child, Kinettes donate $200 to .the Cystic • Fibrosis through the purchase of books. editor, , I stated that at• Cedatbill Farm and Garden Centre fhe Kinettes have a used book sale, where You can buy and or trade used bneks. As this is a service, books • are donated only with the 'proceeds going to YCOuF., the puhlic, have helped the me Christina jolly, Publicity Chairperson. Tam to page 7! cation between teachers and board members. She said at the Kinloss ratepayers' meeting that it is time for the beard to do something, if they had acted earlier, the strike could have been averted. Now. Dr: Conn-Armstrong will have her opportunity to act. Being: a school board trustee is a special challenge because education by the very fact that it ,has the interests of children as its focus and, consumes the largest percentage of the taXpayers' money is always a controver- . ial issue. Dr. Conn-Armstrong will have a big responsibility ahead ,;is she learns the ropes of being a school board trustee at a e-when-the-Brube-education_systerals_seeingits most difficult days,. Hopefully, she can work to bring better relations between the board, and 'its teachers. To remember It is easy-nowadays, when war is perceived to be a tragedy, a failure, not a way to glory or victory, to confuse war itself with those who fought in wars. Too often the veterans of those wars are downgraded or ignored. Some labor unions are making Remembrance Day into a. public holiday for themselves. Is this out of a desire to pay honor to those who died in war, or simply to snatch another day in which to loaf? Once, years ago, at 11 a.m. on Remeinbrance Day, everyone stopped, in the schools, in businesses, on the streets, the traffic came to a standstill, for two minutes of silence. That was impressive. It is a pity the observance is no longer carried out, instead of a public holiday for a few, If war is not in itself heroic, it nonetheless creates heroes. Not the generals, although we hear so much of them. The heroes were' the men who fought in the trenches of World War I at Vimy Ridge, at Passchendale, at the Somme, in the. slime and mud and blood. Ordinary men, they were. You would not have expected heroism of them. The heroes were the men who fought in the Western Desert in World War II, covered in flies all day, eating sand, cooking eggs on the tanks, freezing with the cold at night. They were the men who struggled through Eurina's jungles, where more tain falls than any place else on earth. They were the men who manned the ships of the Murmansk convoys, without which Russia would have been defeated...ships often encased in ice in the bitter cold, always within easy reach Of Hitler's planes and U-boats. The heroes were, the civilian populations, who could not fight back, but who withstood the bombings, the deaths of loved ones, the ruin of their homes, and turned up for work the next day. If war needs heroes, so does peace. Each generation of man must work its own redemption. What are we willing to sacrifice for Canada? We 'are not asked to give our lives: but how about making fewer demands for our rights, and accepting more of our responsibilities? Our honored dead protected our rights, They could not ensure we would take the responsibilities that accompany freedom. Have we kept faith with them? —The Milverton Sun By Don Campkell_ • Chippy Chisholm avoided the captain of the Mavis as much as possible. It seemed that the drunken skipper used every excuse: to chastise and punish the old sailor, blaming him for everything which appeared to be wrong with the equipment and supplies. The gallon of rum which had mysteriously disappeared from one of the casks had been pilfered by the sailmaker, according to the insinuations of, the captain. Chippy was also accused of wasting old canvas which could have been used to repair Sails. It had been given away to' the immigrants, the captain said, and had ordered the old seaman to collect the costs ftom the bereaved relatives of the dead. "It was worn and threaded and I had to patch and stitch it, just 'to' make it hold long enough for. the buriali," Chippy told the captain. "It was of no use for anything, Sir." "It seems it was good enough to wrap those savages in," the skipper had screamed. "Collect' payment for every square foot. I'm not running .a debtor's shiplt' "I canna do that, Sir, Do yer no think they have suffered enough?" ' The rum flushed face of the skipper revealed the hatred he felt for Chippy, and he had found yet another reason to torment him. "Tally up the square footage and bring me the total count. If I cannot collect the cost from the Highland dogs; then I'll collect if from yOur wages." He leered triumphantly. "I'll have the cost of every stitch of can- vasS you stole, and the price of a gallon of rum!" Nobody on the. Mavis, passengers, officers or ships crew felt anything but loathing for the captain. It was inevitable that the grievances and hatred on board the ship would, at some time, reach a climax with disastrous consequences. One night, the first officer, Mr. Jameison was awakened from his sleep by the fury of a storm. The timbers of the little shop creaked and groaned as it fought against the waves, and the wind was a hovvling force of hate, Jameison sensed, by the unusual movement of the brig, that the vessel was not under proper control, It , was .the captain's watch and he, unknovv fa° the first officer, was_hinnself wancaving,in a drunken_furv. • jarneison dressed quickly, and it was with difficulty that he lurched, his way up on deck. What he saw filled him with fear and horror. The Mavis, with full canvas, was flying before the storm, pitching into mountainous waves, the heavy, seas crashing through the rigging and across her decks. Without a second thought, the first officer shouted his orders into the teeth of the wind. "All hands on deck - to shorten sail - lively now, jump to it!" . The first officer made his, way to the wheel deck, fighting the swaying movement of the ship to keep on his feet, and leaning heavily into the force Of the wind. He • found a frightened coxswain clinging terrified to a force- ful kicking steering wheel, and a - swaying, arrogrant captain, gazing ahead with glassy eyes as if oblivious to the havoc all around him. "Avast, Mr. Jameison, how dare You countermand" orders on my watch. By' the thunder, Sir, had I been in theRoyal Navy, I would have clapped you in irons." The first officer .had no thine to argue with a skipper who apparently, had lost all control of himself -and his ship. At any moment, it seemed, the masts would be torn from the decks. "Get below captain - I'm taking command!" The captain tried to object. "Mr. Jameison you hear me?" ' "Give me the wheel," the first !officer ordered the coxswain. "Help the captain to his quarters - use force if necessary. We haven't a moment to lose," There is nothing more terrifying than climbing up into the rigging of a tall ship in a gale.• Above the swaying canvas, • driven before the wind, and below the sloping (leeks and the merciless sea. Clinging like flies to a web, the crew of the, Mavis strove desperately to reef the topsails. hi darkness, they felt rather than,saw the lashed ropes. With• backs to the wind, 'they worked along the yard arms, their voices high pitched and frightened, they called to each other, competing against the noise of the gale,' The first officer needed all his strength to hold on to the wheel as, he watched anxiously, his eyes trying to' pierce the gloom, upwards into the rigging, where men fought the canvas for their lives.