The Lucknow Sentinel, 1981-02-18, Page 6j
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;JOCELYN IMM O . .blisher+
SHARON J. DIETZ Editor.
ANTHONY N. JOHNSTONE - Advertising and
General Manager
PAT LIVINGSTON -'Office Manager •
-MERLE ELLIOTT . Typesetter.
JOAN :HELM. Composition
Business and: Editorial:Office Telephone 5284822
Mailing Address P.O. Box 400; Lucknow. NOG 2H0
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The Lioi s .Club family dance Saturday evening :provided.
a wonderful opportunity for families to enjoy an evening of
music and dancing.
When some of us who are now older were younger, we
accompanied our parents to dances almost every time they
went to a dance. Only on rare occastions werelcchildren not
permitt • d to go along because the invitation to a welding
or .anniVersary'excluded them: a
Children were a part of the fun. A dance was a family.
affair. Children learned to, dance everything from the heel
toe polka to a square dance by watching their parents and
dancing with them. Children from the smallest up danced
together and thought nothing silly about it, '
Then about 10 years ago, with inflation along came the
increased costs of staging a live band' to provide music for
dances. Social drinking becamefa must at dances and now
children are excluded because almost every dance has 4
bar. Such dances have given various organizations the
opportunity to raise funds for worthwhile ''community
efforts and withoutbar proceeds, wedding receptions and
anniversary parties could not enjoylive entertainmentand
still have enough money left to give a gift to the happy
couples. • . - • •.
It's. unfortunate but true, ; . the .children ' are being
excluded so that ,such occasions can be . successful
The Lucknow Lions . Club has staged two family dances
now which have been successful lit their own n right. While
they probably don't make money, they are providing our
children and young people with a night's entertainment we
once took for granted.
It is strange that what was once a common thing, is now
so rare: Family dances, can now be considered a
community service project provided by the forethought of
one (Cour service groups.
Letters to the editor
W'.ints Mdii1 coverage
To the Editor:
I would , like all of the
Clover Walley 4-H report to
go into the paper and if it
doesn't I'd like to know why.
You told the people ' of the
'school of F. E. Madill S.S.
that there wasn't any room .in
your paper to put the Madill
Mirror and meanwhile you
print a 12 -page paper full of
junk! Please try to find room
for all interesting news,
especially the Madill Mirror
since. the. people who read
the Lucknow Sentinel usually
have kids who go to F. E.
Madill . in Wingham and
would like to read ' that
portion of . the newspaper:
Thank you;!
Elizabeth Wilkins.
EDITOR'S NOTE: The Sent-
inel has been unable to
publish the Madill Mirror for
lack of space as the paper has
been running less than 28
pages for some time. Unfor-
tunately rive cannot run as
many pa$es as we can fill'
with news. " The number of
pages in the Sentinel each
week is determined bythe
percentage of advertising for
that week. While the Madill
Mirror is of interest to our
readers who attend F. E.
Madill or have children at-
tending that school, it is not
the only school news we have
been forced to omit for lack
'These Hungarlaa Bypsies daneed at. the Lucknow Figure
Skating Club Caridval, 'Around the World, on • Sunday
afternoon. From the left areairilyn Jamieson,
Markham,: Tracy Livingston and Kirsten Irwin. -
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Kelly.
of space. We have also _been
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unable to carry Ripley school
news in recent months.. Both
of these are carried in other '
weekly papers, namely the
Wingham Advance -Times
. and the Kincardine News
and therefore, they are re-
ceiving coverage. ,
Raise •1,660.
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To the Editor:
To date $1664.77 has been
donated for the 1981 Ontario
March of Dimes campaign in
Lucknow, .Dungannon 'and.
rural areas. Replies from
town and rural residentsare
still . most welcome.
In the villages canvassers
cared enough to give of their
time and energy to • ask'
friends and neighbours to
support ' this campaign: in
'Lucknow, Hennie .Hilverda,
Alene Clarke, Art Gilmore,
Kay Collyer, Betty McInnes,
Margaret Wilson; Norma
Weatherhead, . Tena Gard-
ner, Lillian Abbott, Margllret.
Thomspon, Vernon Hunter,
e Sandra .Collyer, ' Jane Tre-
leaven, Vi Arnold, Mildred
Loree, Mary Cleland, Ruth
Thompson, Lynne Mani,
Gloria Ritchie, Roberta Why-
tock, Gloria Murray, Lorna
Boyle, . Karen . Johnstone,
Donna Sutton, Sara Ritchie,
Bill Bogues, Fern MacDon-
Turn to page 11'
By Doi Campbell.
When Neil. MacCrimmon returned to the "Southern
Cross" tavern, heentered by the side door used by
guests and went up the stairs to his room at the end of a
corridor. It was a warm, humid night, charged with the
atmosphere carried 'upwards from the tavern below. A
mixture of stale tobacco and beer. Stripping down to his
underwear, he lay on top of the bed in a vain attempt to
cool himself.
His room ' was .usually occupied by lower' class
transients. All it contained was` the narrowbed and a
small -pine .cupboard; There was no wash stand, jug or
'basin. It's occupants, if they were inclined to wash or
bathe, carried out their ablutions in a shed nearthe well:
Neil dreaded to think of living in the tavern during a hard
winter!
During the summer months there were few guests. On
this particular night there was nobody except Neil. • Flora
Fraser occupied a servant's room at the other end of the'
corridor:
Unhindered by curtains, pale moonlight penetrated
the rough windows and lit the room in a soft light. Neil
listened to the drunken babble of voices from, those still
patronizing the tavern beneath: him,' and pondered on the
tragic circumstances which had brought him to this
place. Hufnanity can be base, cruel and utterly selfisht
How long he lay there was. hard to imagine. He dozed
in half consciousness until he became aware that the
tavern was silent. , Presumably, the long session of
intoxication was over: He heard squeaky treads on the
stairs. Thetavern keeper, Red Morgan, had called it a
day! .
Neil Was dozing again when he thought he heard a
Pwornan's . frightened cry, faint out appealing. He
• dismissed it as imagination or perhaps just part of a
dream. There was no mistaking reality .:.- the second time
the voice cried out. ft was loud, clear, and calling in
pitiful terror.
It was Flora Fraser! .
"No! ..No'l......oh, please Sir!. ....Have pity for God's
sake!
jacCrimmon sprang to his feet, ran down the corridor
and flung open the door of Flora's room. In the dim light
of the moon he' saw a man wrestling with a struggling,
terrified woman upon .the bed. Neil grasped the only
garment the assailant wore, a short silken shirt, and half
lifting, half pulling, dragged the man off the '.bed and
onto his feet.
In a moment of utter hatred and contempt, he drove a
clenched fist into the face of the molester who staggered.
back against the washstand, sending the potterycrashing
to the floor. In blind rage, Neil smashed the face of the
man again. and again until he lay senseless in a crumpled
p Nursing
painfulrighthe lit.a candle by the.
heap. Nurs�n a hand,
bedside. Onlythen dida turn his attention 'to Flora. .
She was standing in her nightgown, . sobbing and
shaking from her ordeal. The candlelight only added to
her distress. It revealed the red haired tavern keeper. He
was very still, with blood trickling from his mouth and
staining the frills upon his white silken shirt.
"Are ye alright?" Neil asked Flora.
She nodded with one hand covering her face and the.
other pointing to the inert form of Red Morgan. Her voice
tremkled with fear.
"Oh! Mr. MacCrimmon - Neill What have ye done? I
do believe ye have killed him!" She clasped her hands
together against her breasts, horrified at the thought.
"We are done for....the both of us. They'll show us no
mercy!" '
"Hush woman!" Neil said harshly, as if to calm her by
his firmness. "If I killed the bastered, we'll away the
noo. I`ll no be biding here to witness my ain hanging!"
MacCrin*mon's words did little to soothe Flora's fears.
She began to cry and spoke between her sobs. "Where is
there to gae?..There is no place to hide...We canna
escape the watch...We'll ''both gae to prison!"
There was little -point in reasoning with Flora.
"Get ye ' belongings together quickly and put on ye
clothes. It's no dawn yet. The' moon is still in the sky.
There's time to get to the "Kingston Lass" before' she
sails!"
A short time later, a member of the Halifax Watch was
patrolling the street. He discovered the door of the
"Southern Cross" tavern swingingopen and went inside
to investigate. Going from room to room he found Red
Morgan lying in his own blood, and left quickly :to alert"
the authorities.