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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.
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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.
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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."