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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Lucknow Sentinel, 1986-06-04, Page 4Page 4--Luckuow Sentinel, Wednesday, Juue 4, 1986 P.O. Box 400, Lucknow NOG 2H0 Established 1873 Thomas Thompson Alan Rivett Pat Livingston Joan Helm Merle Elliott 528-2822 -Advertising Manager -Editor -General Manager -Compositor -Typesetter V[RIFICO CI RCU L ATIQN. PAM Subscription rates in advance: 17.A0 Outside Canada $60.°° $14.°b Outside Canada $58.00 Senior Citizen Second class mailing reg. no. 0847 Advertising is accepted on the condition that in the event of a typographical error, the portion of the advertising space occupied by the erroneous item together with a reasonable allowance for signature, will not be charged , for, but the balance of the advertisement will be paid at the applicable rates. Clubs work for community In general, editorials are meant to examine and put forth a point of view on a variety of subjects, ranging from the dealings of federal, provincial and local government to issues which are of a local significance. Sometimes, however, an editorial can be used to recognize and give credit to local ser- vice organizations which- do a little extra towards making our community a little bit better. In Lucknow and the surrounding area, we are fortunate to have an abundance of just such organizations. Just last Saturday, for instance, a group of players from slo-pitch teams in the area gathered at the Dungannon ball diamonds to pitch in and help with renovations to the diamonds. Giving freely of their time and labor, these players erected new fencing and completed other maintenance work throughout the afternoon. In Lucknow, the Kinsmen and Kinette Clubs have been doing their part by making the Kinsmen Community Park a source of pride for the village. Recently, the Kinettes donated additional playground equipment for the park. Notwithstanding is the work of the Lions Club, who not only led the fund-raising cam- paigns for the Community Centre and the pool, but are now spearheading the fund-raising. for the new arena complex. Although it may be some time before enough money can be secured to begin construction, Lucknow cannot help but be excited over the prospects of having a truly modern arena to rival that of any neighboring community. The efforts of the Legion and the various church groups in Lucknow have also con- tributed greatly to the community spirit of the village. In the last three weeks the Legion has contributed financially towards the Lucknow Band trip to the Waterloo area and towards the travel expenses of Vicki Owen, who was chosen from the Lucknow Rangers to be a part of a Guide trip to Britain. The church groups have been instrumental in the im- plementing of a Meals on Wheels program in the last year to help elderly people who couldn't otherwise prepare a nutritious meal. Not to be overlooked is the work of the Lucknow Agricultural Society which organizes and promotes Lucknow's annual Fall Fair and Craft Festival. To all these people and service groups, you represent what community spirit is all about. Of Ann and housewives When I browse through my favorite daily newspaper you might surmise - being the editorial type that I am - I would rush right to the front page or to the editorial columns to wade through all the important and newsworthy stuff of the day, right? Wrong. Not this cowboy. Being the ever -studious newspaper type, I head straight for the column with the most scope and one which is probably the widest read item in the en- tire paper. In this particular column, if you're lucky, she might be willing to solve all your worldly problems in one firm swoop of her mighty pen. Yes, that's right - I'm referring to Ann Landers - the queen of the Advice columnists. People from all walks of life write to Ann with' personal problems ranging from the all too ridiculous to ones which tear at your heart. Every day, Ann presents another saga of tragedy and of the triumphs of the human spirit - a veritable slice of life. But, let's face it, we all like to see her columns which are so absurd, they're laughable. A recent column will go down as one of Ann's all-time "greatest hits". Ann, in her infinite wisdom, answered a letter from a housewife, who happened to like doing her housework in the buff, saying that it was OK, as lo.zg as the drapes were closed and .as long as she stayed inside ALAN the house. However, a number of ladies, who also favor this manner of doing housework, recently related to Ann some embarrassing, and rather humorous experiences. One lady wrote, while doing the laun- dry in the basement in the nude wear- ing a football helamet (I don't know why) , was confronted by a man who came to read the electricity metre. The lady wrote that the man, although in awe, simply walked up the stairs and casually said. "I hope your team wins, lady!" It's priceless letters like these which make Ann Landers a national obses- sion. But while I'm reading her column, I often wonder what it would be like to be a part of Ann Landers' family. I'll bet in her family, Aunt Martha knows what to do with slovenly Uncle George who leaves his beer cans around the house. And, I'll bet she can provide quick ad- vice to a daughter, who's in an awful quandry over trying to decide the best way to put toilet paper on the dispeser. Wouldn't it be great? Oh well, on to the sports section. The last lap By Alan Rivett If there was anybody in Redtrees who cause more grief than Annie Livingstone, it was her brother, Teddy Murdoch. In, theory, his marraige to the beautiful and wealthy Lucy Lockhart should have brought him happiness beyond his wildest, dreams but ironically, his good fortune only awakened the most despicable traits of his character. As time went by, he neglected the management of the lurnber. mitt and, it was whispered, physically abused his sweet -natured wife. There were long periods of absence when Teddy took himself to Bolton Town to drink himself stupid and buy the favours of many a shady lady. Lucy was at least thankful he engaged in his philanderings away from the community. Perhaps Chiippy Chisholm spoke the truth when he said "Yon Teddy Murdoch is a dirty young ..pup but he's too canny tae poop on his aitn doorstep!" Teddy was particularly ifksame to' Allan Livingstone (who he called "mi stone. chippin' brother-in-law") especially when he tried to force his unwanted attentions on the comely Bridget Sutherland. Allan had waited for a respectable period before he began to formally court the attractive "gypsy lass". In the meantime, Teddy made it his business to attend all functions where Bridget -might be present. At one of the dances at the community hall, the inevitable conflict ensued. So as not draw attention to themselves, Allan and Bridget sat quietly by the door but they did not escape the crafty eyes of Teddy Murdoch, even though they peered through an alcoholic fog. Weaving all over the floor, the would-be Don Juan came to where they were sitting, and' grabbing Bridget roughly by the arm, he lifted her on to her feet. `Mi stone chippin' brother-in-law will no ask ye tae dance," hesaid in a sarcastic voice. "He steps like a club-footed donkey. Come awa lass, an' let a real gentleman show ye how tae trip' across the 'dance flokr'!" Allan was . not a hostile mars' by l nature and did not wish to cause a commotion in the hall. He was glad he was close to the door. Grasping Teddy by the scruff of the neck, he half walkedand hal dragged him out of the •building. When Teddy was released, he took a wild swing at Allan, and more by luck than judgement, struck him on the nose. "Frae .the sake o' peace an' quiet, I'll pretend ye didna do that," Allan said between clenched teeth. "Awa hame tae ye're wife, Murdoch, an' stop pesterin' the womenfolk!" "Och, listen tae the kettle callin' the cauldron black. An' what pray are ye doin?" Teddy asked. "Ye 're pesterin' this woman and ye're wife - mi poor sister Annie - is not yet cold in the grave!" This outburst was just too much for Allan. He lifted his fist and sent it crashing into Teddy's jaw. The arrogant sot fell to the ground as it he had been pole -axed. He lay very still. A small crowd of people suddenly appeared as if from no`.where and at the forefront was Neil MacCrimrnon, He went to the inert figure to ascertain if he was still breathing. "I'm sorry if I hurt him," Allan said in a scared voice: "He's no dead, is he Mister M'acCrimmon?" `'I'm sorry tae- tell ye - he's going tae live," MacCrinimon said with a grim smile on his face. "Dinna fash yesel' lad, he's been askin' frae this frae a long time!" It was an hour or more before Teddy was able to stand on his feet and an account of the rumpus preceded him home. For Lucy it was the last straw. She had visions of her husband returning and in anger, taking out his vegence on her. Arming herself with a pistol, she waited for Teddy to appear. "I've heard all about it. Allan Living- stone beat you, didn't he?" Lucy said putting the weapon at his chest. "But don't think you can take your temper out on me - not anymore you won't. Get out of my house and never come back again!" "Your house?" Teddy asked with a sneer. "Yes indeed," Lucy said coldly and firmly. "My house, my sawmill, and my money which had kept you in arrogant idleness." She waved the pistol in a men- acing, : gesture. "Now get out - I need you !ike 1 need the plague!"