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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1964-07-16, Page 9Party System in Jeopardy As this column is written on Monday morning it appears altogether likely that Senator Barry Goldwater will win the Republican nomination in the United States, Though American political pro- cedures are mystifying to most Canadians, the Goldwater nomination carries with it some rather sombre implications for Canadians as well as their American friends. The fact that Senator Goldwater has received such outstanding support for the nomination does not mean that he will win the presidential election, but it does indicate that an overpowering number of responsible American citizens and poli- ticians have accepted him as the best available standard-bearer in the forth- coming vote for the presidency. It must also be borne in mind that he has been granted this support in prefer- ence to men like Henry Cabot Lodge, who has a distinguished career behind him as representative at the United Na- tions and Governor Scranton of Pennsy- lvania, a man of reasonable and intelli- gent outlook. The imminent nomination of Senator Goldwater has all but split the Republican party down the middle because he is the avowed champion of a tough (even dan- gerously tough) policy toward Moscow at a time when it seems possible that a more reasonable approach could bear fruit. He voted against the civil rights bill and thereby cast his influence on the side of the radical segregationists of the South. He is openly "right wing" to such an ex- treme degree that more reasonable people all over the U.S. fear a return to the un- enlightened days of isolationism should be become president. Our concern in Canada can at best be a helpless one since we have no means whatever of changing the course of Am- erican politics, deeply though we may be involved in any rash international ad- ventures initiated by the U.S, government. What does concern us is that the present trend in the States is not entirely dis- similar to events which are taking place in Canada today. The rather shocking thing about Sen- ator Goldwater's nomination is that it has been won by gaining the support of men who do not agree with his radical policies, but who fear they might be left off the bandwagon if he is successful. In other words, policial leaders have fore- sworn the highest principles of democra- tic responsibility to bet on the winning horse, Their opponents are those honest and intelligent men who are ready to risk personal obscurity and party defeat in order to stand up for their beliefs. We wonder at times how free we are of this same tincture in Canada. it would appear that much of the present hurried legislation on medicare and pen- sions and new flags is being pushed for- ward not because of the crying need of the people, not because long and careful consideration has guaranteed its useful- ness—but rather because it will bring the maximum number of votes at the next election. It is possible that our elections, far from being useful methods of selecting the best representatives, have become expensive popularity contests. If so, we should do some very careful thinking as voters. It may be time to seek out those candidates who are strong enough and honest enough to speak and vote for measures which will do the nation the maximum good rather than glowing in- novations which are appealing to the masses. We Have No Choice Last week's paper carried an accident story which, we assume, must have been highly annoying to at least one family. Shortly after the accident happened a member of the family of one of the driv- ers came into our office and asked that the story be left out of the paper. We simply could not comply with the request. If we agreed to leave out of this news- paper all stories which were in any way embarrassing to the persons involved there would be no purpose whatsoever in publishing at all. Our job is to print the news of the community and we can- not make special concessions. Those who believe that they have been hurt by this impartial policy will not agree, we realize, but it is a fact that the right of your newspaper to publish the news without hindrance remains one of the basic guarantees of your freedom as well as ours. If the day comes when we meekly agree to coercion one of your hard-won rights will have disappeared. This rule of impartial news coverage, by the way, applies not only to you who are readers of the paper, but to the news- paper's owners and employees as well. We are all in the same boat. The Pampered Few Surely one of the most costly luxuries of the modern business world must be the "rights" of some labor unions. The strike of printers on Toronto's three daily newspapers brings out some flagrantly wasteful practices for which the public pays year after year. You may have noted that the Tor- onto printers were receiving about $140 for a 35 hour work week. That, in it- self, would indicate that they are not precisely the most underpriviliged per- sons in our society. We can think of a good many workmen who would be very happy to get half that much for 50 percent more hours. We are personally familiar with some other "make work" practices which have been going on for years. We can recall watching a compositor at work in the Globe and Mail plant several years ago. He was assembling the type, spacing ma- terial and other metal components for a large advertisement which we assumed was to appear in the paper. After it had been carefully proof-read and corrected he carried the finished piece over to the scrap box and threw it away. This workman, along with several others, was setting ads which had ap- peared in the paper months before, They had been prepared for use at that time from "mats," which are pieces of heavy cardboard impressed with the type for the advertisement and from which casts of solid metal had been poured in a time- saving operation. However, union de- mands forced the paper to employ com- positors to set the ads in type as well, in order to provide more work for its members. The fact that the work ac- complished was a complete and utter waste meant nothing. This same wasteful process goes on all over the country and the ordinary guy, very often the fellow who has no union to boost his own pay cheque, pays the bill. How long can we afford this idiotic waste — particularly at a time when - there is more than enough work for every skilled hand we can find? THE WINGHAM ADVANCE - TIMES Published at Wingham, Ontario, by Wenger Bros, Limited W. Barry Wenger, President - Robert 0. 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 REMINISCING JULY 1914 Mr, Alex' Yolnrr, lhas 'gold out iris he busiii s to \la yrs. Ross anardward Bell, wl-. ti,:11 take possession about 51:t first of Au- gust, The former 1.a, had con- siderable expe.'ricnee ,tI the hardware busine.s• ;u Carl ill, while: the latter ��, eerie ri,arr is from Paisley. Until the new ,\•.rli;utuies are finished, which it i e•,pected will be by the end of this pre- sent month, the lv iufhartr Com- pany of the 33rd h;ke eluent in coinrnattd of Capt. N. T. Sin- clair, is holding preliulinary drills in the Mill..' \lemorial Hall, The first p,,•ade was held on Tuesday ,l.hhr last, quite a number o' the members of the Company ht. iug present. Mr. John Isbister, of Coni- ston, is spending his holidays with his parents, \'r, and Mrs, Wm. Isbister, Mr. Geo. W. Cline, choir leader of St. Andrew's Presby- terian Church, has been invited to take charge ot the united old -boys' choir at Seaforth on August 2nd. Mr, aline was for some time a resident of Sea - forth. JULY 1928 The Gunn -Son -Ola have re- cently installed several new machines including a high speed planer, to take care of their increasing business and have also taken on seven new hands this week, The factory's reputation for manufacturing high grade radio cabinets is ra- pidly spreading and last week they received their initial order from Stromberg-Carlson, one of the largest radio manufacturers, for 500 cabinets. Mr. Elmer Wilkinson re- ceived a contract from the Wingham United Church for the painting of the exterior of the building, and commenced work on it this week. The many high and difficult cornices make the work very hard and dangerous. A serious .motor accident oc- curred on Friday evening about 7,30, a short distance from Bluevale, when Mr. George Hodgins and his son, George Jr., of Kitchener, were returning from Wingham, having driven up Mrs. W. B. Thompson. Mr. Hodgins claims he met a truck when approaching a culvert, which held the rniddle of the road, forcing him off, with the result that he collided with the side of the cement culvert. JULY 1939 A miscellaneous shower was given for Mrs. Chas. Johnston at the home of her aunt, Mrs. A. Orvis on Monday evening. Mrs. R. J. Deachman re- ceived at her home, Patrick Street, Friday afternoon. She wore a floor -length gown of palest grey tnarquisette with corsage bouquet. Mrs. Robert Hetherington, wearing a floor - length gown of pink silk, re- ceived with her. Roses and delphiniums, lavishly used for decoration, added beauty and fragrance to the happy occa- sion. Assisting in the living room were Mrs. L, R. Black - SOMEONE MUST KNOW something about this picture found among old pictures at the Wingham Photo Studio. The young ladies appear to be supporters Junior Red Cross and we think we recog- nize a couple of them. of the 11� barn AbbancoEf mie Wingham, Ontario, Thursday, July lt, ipri.I SECOND SECTION wood and Mrs, W. W. Arm- strolf ;. Pouring tea were Mrs, 11. C. MacLean, Mrs. W. J. Henderson, Mrs. Richard Me - Whinney, and Mrs. Robert Da- vidson of Dungannon. Their assistants were Miss Sarah Mac- Lean, Miss Kate King, Mrs, J. 0. Ilabkirk and Mrs. E. Web- ster. For many years Miss 13. Rey- nolds has been a member of the Public School staff. Generation after generation have passed Through her room and each and every one who has been taught by her, have fond memories of the days spent in her classroom, It would be impossible to es- timate the very fine influence that Miss Reynolds had on the many pupils that passed through her room, suffice it to say that each and every one who was privileged to be taught by her, love and respect her and her fine character has been mirror- ed in the lives of many of them Miss Reynolds has served faith- fully amu well, she has earned a period of rest, and we hope she enjoys it to the full. Mr. Murray Rae, formerly of town, now of the Bank of Commerce staff, New Ilam - burg, is relieving in the Bank at Listowel. JULY 1949 Mr. Frank Fleuty of Enfield, Eng„ is on a six weeks' holiday in Canada to visit his daughter, Mrs. John D. Preston of Ford- wich and cousins, Mr. W. J. Fleuty, Mrs, Louise Hamilton, and Mrs. iylaude Dodd of Wing - ham. Mr. Fleuty's father, Mr, Robert Fleuty of Witham, Essex, spent the summer of 1880 in Wingham, the guest of his bro- ther, the late James Fleury, then publisher of The Advance. Miss Isabel Currie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Geo. T. Cur- rie was the guest of honour one evening recently, when her fellow workers of the Richmond One Moment, Please BY REV. W. J. MORRISON Brussels, Ontario Flow important are the little tasks of life, Jesus pointed this )ut clearly in the Parable of the Talents, i le was very se- vere with the inan who Neely - only one talent. Many peo- ple today resemble that unpro- fitable servant. They would gladly give their whole lives to :otnc great public work for God, but instead, they must be content w ith carne other hum- ble little task. This humble task is all the more difficult just because +t is humble and small, 'Phis is the reason wily many have lost heart when gi- ven a small task to do for Christ. Like the one -talent man they hate underestimated the importance of their work. This foolish servant thought, "What Ilse is one talent to trade with"" and he did not use the talent at all. Although we may have only a small part of our life to give directly to the service of Christ, let us he glad, because that little bit has just the same importance to I lint as the larger part given by sotnc- asc who has his whole life to give. If we remain inactive just because we reccive only, "one talent", we shall he con- detttned as usele s, unprofitable servants. Iu the eyes of Jesus, our Lord, there is not one task that is great and another that is lit- he. If the smaller stream stopped flowingg, the large ri- vers would soon dry tip. 'There- fore be patient and wise to re... - cognise how important is the task God gives us. let us per- form little tasks faithfully, so that in the end, we too maybe commended by our Lord. SUGAR AND SPICE There Just Isn't Time By BILL SMILEY There's nothing quite as relaxed and indolent as the life of a school teacher in those two 1 o n g, gold- en months of summer. Eight glori- ous weeks: A little golf, a little s w imming, a little fish- ing; a lot of Bill Smiley picnics and cookouts and long, cold drinks; un- limited time to read and girls in shorts to ogle. It's a picture I paint for myself in clear outlines, in cool pastel shades, every June. But somehow the finished canvas isn't quite what I had in mind. The outline blurs, the colors change into violent reds, yellows and purples, and we come up with some- thing resembling a drunken rainbow that has been struck by lightning. This hummer has been no exception. It started off in typical fashion with a racking dose of food poisoning that left me about as hearty as a lady of 80 who has just given birth to quadruplets. I was so weak that the cat, who has been watching her chance for years, stuck out a foot .as I was totttering toward my lawn chair, and tripped me flat on my face. Barely over this, I had to drive the family 700 miles into the U.S. on the July 4th week end, to dump young Hugh at a summer f losiery, London, presented her with an I'lectric Tri Lamp and Steam Iron. Mr. and Mrs, Fred Ohm wish to announce the engage- ment of their youngest daughter Rose \larie, to Mr. Charles 01- iver 1)011, son of \ir, and Mrs. Oliver Doll, Ilaniilton. The wedding to take place in Au- gust. Mr. Elmer Wilkinson, who recently received a contract for decorating a large church in :atathant left with his workrmcn xr \londav to commence the work. it is exported that about ,i\ weeks will he necessary to otnplete the contract. standards of summer flowers, palms, terns and lighted can- delabra formed a pretty setting in Knox 1'nited Church, Owen Sound, on Saturday, July It:th, at 1 p,mt., when oretr.r .\d lo id Owens, only daughter of Mr, and \trs. Alhert Owens, became the bride of George Ronald 'Town, ,on of \ir, and Mrs. Barry 'Town of Win.,l,.alu. music school. But it wasn't the mileage that got me down. It was the list of instructions issued to the kid by his mother. If they'd been written out, they'd have covered a sheet of paper for every mile we travel- led, and they could have been remembered only by a herd of elephants. * * * I didn't blame h e r, though. It isn't that the kid is stupid. It's just that he's a teen-ager and lives in that peculiar world inhabi- ted by that peculiar spe- cies. In the week before we left, he had lost: his wallet, his running shoes, and a dollar bill (which turned up in the washing machine). That was an av- erage week. Imagine going away and leaving that gormless gawk of a boy on his own, for three weeks, with 10 differ- ent places to be at definite times every day; with mon- ey to handle all by him- self; with nobody to find all the things he'll lose; and with his way to find all the way home by bus. We weren't much com- forted as we left him. He climbed out of the car, say- ing, "Yes, O.K. I won't for- get. Uh-huh, Right. Yup.", as a last-minute torrent of verbal directions poured at him. He took his bag, wav- ed, and started up the steps of the boarding-house next door to the one we had just registered him in. I doubt if we'll ever see the boy again. He'll start for home and wind up in Tibet. Got home from that jaunt just long enough to do the washing, repack the suit- cases and head for sum- mer school. Arrived a bit shaky after giving myself a small farewell party and was immediately asked to read a poem to a group of intense English teachers. After summer school, we rush Kim to camp, then hike for the old home town to put out the paper for two weeks while the editor goes on his honeymoon. Then scramble for home, collect Kim from camp, en- tertain friends in relays for a week before hurtling off to newspaper convention, which is about as easy on a fellow, physically, as breaking w i 1 d mustangs with a slipped disc. End of summer. End of "holidays." Anyone know of a job where they give you four months vacation? If I could find one, I might manage to squeeze in a couple of games of golf, or a day's fishing.