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Village Squire, 1979-02, Page 331 McGILLICUDDY'S DIARY Village Squire presents the exclusive feature: the diary of Ezekial McGillicuddy, police chief of the village of Hamhocks, Ontario. Well known for his courageous battle against the forces of evil, Chief McGillicuddy has agreed to give exclusive rights to his diary to Village Squire...for a princely sum of course. Each month we publish a selection of entries from the previous month. JANUARY 1: Ah the first day of the new year. It's the day most people make resolutions. I'd like to make a resolution that I'm going to quit this job the first time anybody gives me any guff this year. mean there's got to be a better job available than this one. The pay is terrible. The town council's so cheap they sound like a flock of canaries when they get together for a council meeting. And with provincial government cutbacks. they're getting worse. Actually we shouldn't even have a police department. The provincial government passed a law to take over all the one-man police forces a few years ago but the local public wasn't too happy about having just an O.P.P. patrol coming through a couple of times a day. So they made me into a three-man police force. There's me, Ezekial Herbert McGillicuddy as chief, and my two constables are H.M. Ezekial and E.M. Herbert. Every time somebody calls and wants to talk to Constables Ezekial or Herbert 1 have to say they're out on patrol or off duty or something like that. It wouldn't be so bad if they'd give me three pay cheques but not this bunch. They just split my pay three ways. Even that wouldn't be so bad but from the shifts they want me to work so 1 can patrol the town night and day, you'd think I was three men. JANUARY 4: Well our usual January avalanche of snow has begun again and so has the trouble it brings. Minnie Whimple has this house over on Orange Street that's jammed between two big old garages that come right out to the edge of the street. She hasn't got room for much but her driveway between the two bigger buildings. Well it's not that bad in summer but in winter problems seem to come up every year. She gets her driveway cleaned out and the only place she can find to put the snow is on the street. Then the town plow comes along and plows it all back in again. Then she plows it out onto the street and the town plows it back and it goes on this way for weeks, as if they were hoping the snow would melt from the friction of moving it back and fourth so much. Well the friction rose temperatures in some places at least. Minnie was out shovelling out het driveway when the snow plow came along and buried her to the knees. She was so mad she threw the shovel and it broke the back window of the plow. Well the street foreman was so mad then that he jumped out of the truck and really had a few choice words with her. It was against the law to put snow on the streets, he said. Well where did he expect her to put it, she asked. Well he could make a suggestion if she wasn't a lady, he said. Don't let that stop you, she said. So he didn't. Well with that she pulled herself out of the snowbank, grabbed the shovel, which he had returned after taking it out of the truck again, and chased him down the street. I stopped them at the corner of Main and Miller streets. I didn't know whether I should charge her with attempted assault, or him with speeding. I wish the guy could move so fast when it came to getting the streets plowed out in the morning. JANUARY 17: I see Joe Clark is off on a trip around the world playing prime minister. He just wants to get to know what to do when he becomes P.M. he says. Well one thing I guess he knows: take your own plane. We had our own episode like this back a couple of months. Councillor Sally Hemple, you'll recall, decided to run against the mayor in the last election. She was sure she'd win. She was running on a campaign of being a tighter tightwad than he was. Now in a small town like this, nothing can win you votes faster than promising not to do anything that will cost money and they might even let you raise your own pay as a councillor if you can cut back on all the salaries of the town workers. Anyway, all Sally's polls told her she was a sure winner, just like Joe thinks he'll be. She polled everybody at the bridge club and they agreed. She polled everybody at the country and curling club and they agreed. So to prepare herself for her role as the new leader of our fair city of Hamhocks, she began to gather knowledge of all the things she'd have to deal with. First she began poking around here in town. She wanted to get to the very bottom of the town government system, she said. She wanted to see all the town employees doing their duties so she could understand it all. So she road around with me one afternoon when there was nothing to do but hand out the odd parking ticket and she seemed to think that was pretty soft. She really got to the bottom of it with the public works boys though. The day she picked to go along with them they were cleaning storm sewers. They were quiet happy to let her get involved. Put her right at the bottom of the catchbasin handing up buckets of the accumulated guck from the whole summer. Sally's campaign of getting to the bottom of domestic affairs quickly slowed down after that. She decided it was time to get into the outside world and see how it works. Well she went over to Baileyville to see how the government runs over there. Well things went pretty well for a while. She went out to dinner with the Mayor over there who also happens to be a woman. They were having a great time comparing notes when they suddenly started comparing clothes. They didn't see until then that they both had the same dress. Well that started things on a downward trend. Later Sally made a disparaging remark about the new Baileyville arena and how we had a better one in Hamhocks and that kind of riled the Mayor. So she hit back about how at least they didn't have drunks crawling around the streets every night because they didn't have a hotel like the Lamplighter. Well Sally's always been after me to close the Lamplighter down but she'd never say that when her town was under attack. She said that there weren't too many drunks in Baileyville because Baileyville's drunks were cluttering up the streets of Hamhocks after they crawled out of the Lamplighter hotel over here. If it wasn't for Baileyville's drunkards, she said, the Lamplighter would have closed down long ago for lack of business. Well things just went from bad to worse and if my friend Billy Timson, the police chief over in Baileyville hadn't come along, the two of them would have come to blows right in the middle of main street. I guess it's best for our foreign relations with Baileyville that Sally got beaten by Mayor Lumpy. There is no miracle food which, in itself. contains all the nutrition the human body needs. We must choose a variety of foods that provide nutrients for growth and good health. Consult Canada's Food Guide. February 1979, Village Squire Si