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Village Squire, 1973-06, Page 18around town as a tomboy and in truth she was playing with two boys at the time - Brian McGintee, Kelly McGintee's nine-year old boy and Michael Townshend, the local bank manager's son. Although she played with the boys, Peggy could not be said to be a bosom pal of either. They never forgot that she was "a girl" and the way they said those two words seemed to inferr that she was the carrier of some dreaded plague. So when she called the boys they didn't seem at all interes- ted in her find and kept on throwing stones at the bullfrogs that habituated the creek. So, Peggy slipped the package into her jacket pocket for further reference and picked up a handful of stones to join the game. It wasn't until after the boys had tricked her into playing hide and go seek and then disappeared that Peggy thought of the package again. She was walking home and she took it out of her pocket to look it over. She broke the string that held the brown paper on and unwrapped it. Uner the paper she found it was wrapped again in plastic, then covered by a cloth bag. After she opened the bag she found two blocks of wood with a heavy metal plate on one side. They were wrapped in tissue papers. To the ordinary child, indeed the ordinary adult, these block might have been a mystery, but not to Peggy. She was the daughter of Mac MacKenzie who ran the only printing shop in town. It wasn't because she had been hanging around her father's shop that she knew that these were printing plates though. Mac MacKenzie had inherited his shop from his father and intended the business should stay in the family when he passed on. To this end he had given his son Peter, an old, hand -operated printing press which had been hanging around the shop, getting in the way. This he had installed in the basement of the MacKenzie home. Mac was happy with the results. Even at 10 Peter was fas- cinated with the machine. Not only that, but Peggy was his habitual companion in the little basement print shop. Peter was forever printing something. He even showed good bus- iness sense by printing business cards fa some of the area bus- inessmen. However Mac MacKenzie was also a Scotsman and a good businessman so Peter's printing scope was limited to a few old plates and some ancient hand -set type, whatever he could scrounge from his father's shop. Printing plates were to exp- ensive to be thrown around. So when Peggy came running home to the little basement shop with her treasure, she found a ready listener. When she proudly showed Peter the plates he trouched them with the excited hands of a 10 year old. He didn't know what was on the plates but it didn't really matter. Here was an opportunity to print something other than the rejects from his father's shop. He spread ink on the plate, spread paper over the top, pressed the two together with a roller and pulled the paper away. His eyes grew wide as he looked at the paper. He handed it to Peggy without a word. She stared at it. She had hardly ever seen a 20 dollar bill before in her short life but there was one, perfectly on the paper. I wasn't the right colour and she know it wasn't real money but it DID look like it. "Play money?" she asked. "Sure," Peter said, He didn't really know if it was or not. It didn't look like any play money he had ever seen. Then he remembered the talk of funny money when the counterfeiters had been around. He became even quieter. The next few days Peter was tan between his young honesty and his love of printing. On the one hand he felt that he should show the plates to his father cr the police. On the other he thought how challenging it would be to try to turn out as near perfect as passible copies of real money. The week that followed made Mac glow with pride. His son spent hours at a time buried in his little print shop. Mac never went down, he didn't want to push the boy. He was delighted when Peter even began to turn up around the printing plant after school. The problem as far as Peter was concerned was paper. Mac, the Scot that he was, didn't provide the best of paper for his son's hobby, mostly old, yellowed newsprint. This, Peter 18 When all you to sell are fads, you've got to be pushy. At Rawson we don't have to push. Rawson and Swartman specializes in contemporary men's clothing and ac- cessories. But instead of getting carried away with every fly-by-night fad, we con- centrate on good taste. Something our helpful but unintimidating clothiers and skillful tailors don't have to push. You won't see any costumes or outrageous looks. We'd never sacrifice good styling for unusualness' sake. However, you will see a terrific collection of very contemporary suits, shirts, ties, coats, jackets and sportswear for the fashion -aware gentleman. Like the smartly styled clothing shown here. 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