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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1963-05-02, Page 9Nut/tact- New Industry Might Depend IP' If you, as an individual, could secure a new industry for the town of Wing - ham, would you do so? If you are as keen as the average citizen of the town you would spare no effort to add to the productiveness of our community. Talking to a member of the town council the other day, it was pointed out that individuals, and particularly busi- nessmen here, do have more opportuni- ties than they realize to affect the future of the community. When a large manufacturing concern decides to open a branch plant in some Western Ontario town it is quite custo- mary for one of the executives of the firm to go out on a tour of exploration. He may look over many communities, taking note of such self-evident facilities as geographical location, water supply, trans- portation services. These facts he can secure without too much trouble. Eventually he will narrow the choice down to two or three towns, and at that point he wants to know something about the communities which cannot be discov- ered in public records. He wants to find out about the spirit of the place—whether on You it is "alive" and vital. His best source of information is the people of the town, and he is likely to start dropping in on a few merchants. Without disclosing the reason for his interest he will start to ask questions— whether or not his informant likes living here; whether business is brisk or quiet; whether the merchant would move out if he could sell his business. The information he gets from a few calls may well determine whether or not the man (and his industry) are ever heard from again. Surely it is clear that no person in the community can afford a pessimistic atti- tude about our town and its future. No industrialist in his right mind would give a second thought to locating in a town where the residents and businessmen are discouraged and unenthusiastic. It would be foolish, of course, to paint a false picture of the town. Honesty is a first requirement—but let's make our attitude optimistic about the town in which we spend our lives, and where we hope our children will spend theirs. Bigger And Better Every Year Next month the Wingham Kinsmen will stage their annual Trade Fair, and from what we have learned of their plans so far, we can expect a greatly expanded and more interesting event than in pre- vious years. The Kinsmen, with characteristic energy, have developed the Fair into a very worthwhile undertaking. Started as a money -making project to aid in the club's community welfare and betterment program, the Trade Fair has become something more important. It now fills a vital role in the publicising of local business and industry, It is a fine show window for Wingham and the surround- ing district. This year the Fair will occupy more space than before and several new fea- tures will be added. Announcement was made last week that a public school art exhibit will be incorporated for the first time—a feature which should engage the interest of hundreds of students, teachers and parents. Every boost you can give the Trade Fair is a boost for the community. The Battle Must Be Won The number of campaigns for public Siiiikids in aid of various health programs multiplied so rapidly in recent years that we are all inclined to shrug them off with something less than deep con- cern. However, the collection for the cancer society is one which we should not overlook and to which we should give ,,vdieh more than our usual grade of gen- iI!l��sl ty. There is good reason to believe that the fight against cancer is nearing its climax. The incidence of the disease is still on the increase, but the nature of the plague is slowly becoming apparent to scientists and research. workers. The accumulated knowledge which is being gained all over the modern world will, soon we hope, crystalize into the discov- ery of a sure control for a disease which has assumed staggering proportions as a killer. You may wonder how your compar- atively small donation can help in so monstrous a battle. The fact is that your dollars are but a part of a tremendous inflow of funds with which the fight is carried on. More particularly, you are permitted to donate to a Huron County fund which permits the use of your money in our own locality to ease the tragedy of cancer affliction for our own neighbors and friends. A canvasser will call on you soon. Please take your place in the first line of defence against our common enemy. Scorn "Going Steady" Scorned by educationists and column- ists both sides of the border, "steady dating" by teen-agers has earned harsh words from law enforcement authorities. Parents should wake up to the fact that too many wedding engagements among young people today are nothing more than a matter of going steady until marriage is forced upon them by the circumstances they have created. Regardless of the origin of the custom of steady dating, the problem is far from simple. Parents themselves, with few exceptions, are well aware of the dangers of steady dating which seems to have be- come an accepted teen-age way of social I i fe. The argument raised by the teen-agers is that it is generally accepted. And nothing is more horrible in the minds of young people than diverging from the pattern of what everyone else does. To be different, apparently, is to become a social outcast. Steady dating robs young people of the strongest protection they have against sexual promiscuousness. That protection is natural embarrassment — the wall a knowing Creator erected around each of us so that we might pause and consider deeply and carefully before admitting just anyone into the close intimacy of our lives. A Problem For Pearson One of the first problems which will face the new government will be to straighten out the unemployment insur- ance fund—or rather to rebuild it. To- talling over $100 billion only a few years ago, it no longer exists. It has been wiped out. Payments are being made from the country's general funds. The situation is disturbing, for it proves beyond doubt that either the or- iginal concept of the unemployment insur- ance plan or its operation was decidedly faulty. Though there has been unem- ployment, it has never even approached depression proportions—and yet it ate up all the insurance money. A good many wage-earners and their employers, who contribute 50 percent of the prem- iums, would like to know, for instance, what percentage of a premium dollar reaches the coffers from which benefits must be paid? Efficiency of the operation and the freedom with which benefit payments can be secured are the two prime prob- lems which face the new government. THE WINGHAM ADVANCE - TIMES Published at Wingham, Ontario, by Wenger Bros. Limited W. Barry Wenger, President - Robert O. Wenger, Secretary -Treasurer Member Audit Bureau of Circulation; Member Canadian Weekly Newspapers Associ- ation; Member Canadian Community Newspapers Representatives Authorized by the Post Office Department as Second Class Mail and for payment of postage in cash Subscription Rate: One Year, $4,00; Six Months, $2.25, in advance U.S.A., $5.00 per year; Foreign rate, $5.00 per year Advertising Rates on application FIREMEN FROM WINGHAM worked until after dawn to gain access to the ruins of the George Hamilton home, north of Gorrie, where their son, Kenneth, lost his life. An older brother, Randy, was badly burned attempting to save the youngster.—A-T Photo. bain btancemZinve Wingham, Ontario, Thursday, May 2, 1963 SECOND SECTION 9111111111IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII11:11 P;2'yl1101lllllllllllCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII111011111111llllllllllllllllllllllllllllll11111 l'`. I• �IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIU : CiCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDy Bill Sm 11 Animal life, wild, domestic giving me a bad time of it lately. First of all, a lhdy in B.C. wrote a letter giving me the devil for the way I dispose of kittens. She doesn't know quite how I did it, but she suspects they suffered. Lady, I can assure you that I suf- fered far more than they did. My daughter conned a class- mate into taking the last pair of the last batch of kittens. As soon as they were weaned, the little girl picked them up. My wife and I sent her off with cookies, pats on the head, and our blessing. As soon as she was out the door, we did a triumphant fandango in the kitchen, and opened a bottle of bubbly. Twenty minutes later, the kid was back. You guessed it. With the kittens. It seems she hadn't cleared things with the authorities at home. She did not get any cookies or pats on the head this trip. She was lucky to get away without a punch in the nose. My correspondent in B.C. reproved me for not having our cat "neutered." We've been into that, thoroughly. It's a costly business, for one thing. These lady cats have to have a complete hysterec- tomy, like all modern women. After every batch of kittens, we discuss it, plan to have it done, get involved with get- ting rid of the kittens, and be- fore we get around to putting Piper into hospital, that feline nymphomaniac is in trouble again. * * * However, the kittens are gone. I probably won't get to heaven, but I swore to two different people that the kit- ten they took was a male. Nobody seems to know the difference. We called Piper "him" until "he" got slightly pregnant for the first of many times. Next we had trouble with the dog, Playboy. Ile's a backward spaniel, and no ani- mal can be more retarded. He's comparatively friendly. That is, he's friendly all the time, more friendly when he's hungry, and most friendly when he's soaking wet. You see, we had planted grass seed in a large, bare patch in the backyard. Gent- ly, and with infinite care, we and in-between, has been had turned the soil, weeded it, seeded it, scratched it, massaged it, patted it, and enriched it with chicken man- ure acquired by somewhat dubious means. It looked like a pie ready for the oven. Our dog is not only too stupid to get out of the rain, he is too dumb to bury a bone, because he knows perfectly well he'd forget where he put it, so I had no fear of him disturbing the masterpiece. But he does like to chase things. Next morning, my wife looked out at her newly -seed- ed lawn. She' screamed, I ran to the window. The "pie" looked as though a troop of cavalry had bivouacked there for the night. Holding the old girl up by the armpits, I watched with horror. In a minute, two ruddy robins drifted in and started gob- bling grass seed. Out of no- where hurtled Playboy,, snak- ing dirt and robins fly joy- fully. He stood in the middle of the graveyard of our hopes, pawing the dirt like a hull and bellowing his triumph. * * * Then the black squirrels and the starlings got into a donny- brook over who was going to have the attic for the sum- mer. The starlings had it last summer, and the day they left for the south, the squirrels moved in. The other day, a couple of starlings, tanned and arrogant, ,just like all those southern tourists, sail- ed insolently through the eaves, into their penthouse. Talk about bats in the bel- fry. There was hell to pay. We all stood about in the bed- rooms, looking at the ceiling, mouths open. I was cheering for both sides. I think the squirrels won, because one mean -looking starling limped out, cursing over his shoul- der. he'll be back. With rela- tives. Then came the hardest blow of all. Opening day of trout season loomed. My wife teaches piano to a little guy from the country. Ile's about six. Ile confided to her that he and his brother had been fishing. Speckled trout. Before One Moment, Please By Rev. T. E. Kennedy, B.A. 11 Timothy, 4:2—Be in- stant in season, out of season. This exhortation given by St. Paul to his young under- study Timothy was badly need- ed. Timothy was shy, deli- cate and inclined to be lazy. In view of his failings, he is urged to stay on the job, to keep up the fight and to guard the deposit. "Timothy, be on your job seven days a week, fifty two weeks a year and re- member your labor is not in vain in the Lord." My text is part of a stirring address in which Timothy is exhorted to undertake a fear- less crusade on behalf of the Gospel. St. Paul did not need this advice himself. He was al- ways on his job, always in- stant in season and out of sea- son. "This one thing I do" was his slogan and the secret of his power. He was the prince of men to advertise Christ. "All for Christ" was his consuming passion. He advertised with might and main the Christ of Damascus Road, It pays to advertise. It is never too expensive or hazar- dous for commerce to advertise its wares. Big Business today goes the limit in advertising. Why don't Christians? The Standard Oil Co. of New Jersey started out years ago to oil the world. And it did that very thing, carrying its products the season. They saw lots of big ones. * * * Next day, 1 drove past his farm. Sure enough, there was a stream. Likely -looking. Last week, I was on hand, with a chocolate bar, a half dollar and my kindliest expression, when Danny arrived for his music lesson. He ate the bar, slipped the half in his pocket, and agreed to show inc the Spot Where the Big Ones Are. All week, I chortled and rubbed my hands, when no- body was looking. Opening day, I picked Danny up early, told his mother I'd look after him, and off we went. He told me, excitedly, that the Big Ones were just below the dam, in a deep hole. I did a few little dance steps as we swished through the wet grass. With the utmost hilar- ity, I envisioned my friends fishing those worn-out holes, with hundreds of others. "There it is!" shrilled Dan- ny.. "That's where the Big Ones are!" And they were. All 728 suckers of them. over land and sea to the very ends of the earth. Modern advertising is a tre- mendous force. Huge corpora- tions go in for it in a large way. Leaders of business in the U.S.A. spend yearly $1,000,000,000 on it, being convinced of its power. The auto industry led all others, spending $200, 000,- 000 a year, tobacco interests were second, while manufac- turers of prepared foods and medicines carne third. Big billboards with colorful adver- tising are found in large num- bers along our highways. Elec- tric winkers in modern cities at night draw the attention of the crowds to the products which they advertise. American periodicals with a circulation of over two million copies an issue charge as high as $16,000 for a single page in a single issue to those who want to ad- vertise. The Christian Church, the largest and most powerful corporation in the world has not been instant in season, out of season or it would not have been so slow to use advertising. Think of it, Christian people, while big business spends $1, - 000, 000, 000 yearly in U.S.A. on advertising its material wares, only 7 per cent of this is spent by American Christians in Publishing the Gospel to all na- tions. Striking Ads. are used in this fine art of salesmanship— as "Good to the last drop" and "His Master's Voice." The children of darkness are wiser in their day than the children of light. There are some things Christians can learn from the world and advertising is one of thein. The eleven disciples turned the whole world upside down in an effort to put over the last commandment`of our Lord— "Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every crea- ture." They were instant in season and out of season. They stayed on their job seven days a week and fifty-two weeks a year. One by one, the eleven died the death of a martyr ex- cept St. John, advertising the wonderful story of Christ. Greater love hath no man than this. Nlay we follow in their steps. May we he filled with their zeal and enthusiasm. Like them may we he instant in sea- son, out of season. Man teaching his wife to drive: "Go on green, stop on red, and take it easy when I turn white."