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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1966-08-25, Page 91'1.x titoueande t,f i.•.itt.te..letnts 7111 over the eeentri ietecr. critical. }hoer; ref Grade ex- ieree eiee •y whether r,,r- teeir re.entetitee. ,we tee cemiestitice ire •-e.; Cel'y tisf• -1!1•1 1:11U eteq-.iely over • -f A Sneak Leit mere' ;crew tee, area reiseviee wiseei leie -eree eiiie. e•seesee tiece-e, .aenr''nd,, r, reic eere teeripeeensatite and ateteC who picked up their receivers Toe °pet-jog wee-cis by the reireee er e,ere- bright and cheery She informed the pereen who artimered the telephone cell :hat big thing:: were in etore if the listener could unscramble the letters the caller wce.ild recite. Supposedly these letters could re-arranged to spei: out the name of scene famous personage. To those who were listening carefully and te eing their heads it ec,on became evi- dent that the. call nothing bet a gim- mick to tre.lr the. householder lute the :eereeeee Of magazine. suiescriptiens. `urea' if a magazine is were reading, 'f it truly merits its existence in an age of :That p competition, it sheaelci not be neces- sary to eel; etibscriptions by trickery, If it is a worthwhile exbiicetion legitimate advertising end sFees rnertexis should be enough to guarantee readership. The telephone racket is not the only one employee). A few weeks back a team of ettractive girls, dressed in provocative nvit During a recent trip to southern Pen- nsylvania we were tremendously impres- sed by the appearance of the communities in which we stopped. The purpose of our trip, which was to search out some long- forgotten family history, necessitated ask- ing a lot of questions from a lot of peo- ple and spending considerable time in the towns and villages of Lancaster County. Time after time we noted the tidy and attractive appearance of the business sec- tions of these communities. Store fronts were tastefully decorated, in colors chosen to complement those of neighbor- ing buildings; window boxes on both street and second floor sills added color and beauty to the scene. One outstanding community was the town of Ephrata, where a particularly wide main street offered special oppor- Interesting and vital though business and commerce may be, it is encouraging to note two events which occurred recent- ly in our midst—the Horticultural So- ciety's first flower show, and the display of arts and crafts at the Bluevale Wo- men's Institute. The flower show brought out a truly beautiful display of blooms and served as some indication of the keen interest so many people take in making the most of the bounty provided by nature. We certainly hope that the event and the Society which sponsored it will continue to grow. The articles on display at the Bluevale meeting are a somewhat surprising sign of the widely diversified interests which exist in a wide variety of hobbies—all of them with the basic purpose of making versity training and the preparation for adult life in whieh they wit! nave to inure than average reejeeeeibil;.. free ege technel• enenge puree, teeee 'ie.:4.el men •eed ier...- e•iee in ii riartiCUI,r'rti !'r,v,;,rtr.vtr eie, for eir :,heelder fei! the "-eerie!. 0' iOrtTh'•1 tf-i^,1q7;! 11"-'7T*1 C`..,01• efy are toie'e e pert trees .1., e rese.,.'t. erri - eleedecizee te ere' e eie ee gee. ti-eee t\ o Sell see cree:ie ti re;eitej h ee ee. ere] I IQ v. uiat I41;:viyi...low., they liked vra little or no saiee efirt part; (nay v;ere merely the ;ast-ta1 i,ing young ealesthan whp ve-V", TL.r11:11C•11 0c: ley whistle, 'iC ie55, when the girls located householders wive wetild eeeperete. The sale, piton v.es sly toe. It steurci- eci at the start like a real tnagazine bar- gain, taut deter the e teitereer was suppos. etily -hooked - the details began to emerge as something le.:s thae an out- ri ce ht gift. The sales organize-- which special- iee in Clie .,peaky promote :el re ly upon the innate courtesy of nest people to get the salesmen inside the doer, end Upon the baeic mental slowness of most of us to wind up the sale end complete tee deal before we lieve l'gured out all the angles. There is nothing illegal in their ineTheci.> ---• their teetice are lust tricky. This is ene more argument for dieing your buying, no matter what the service or product, from merchants and salesmen you know and can trust. tunities for beautification. Here the stores were fronted by green lawns, flower beds and good-sized trees. In another place, where the street was not so wide, trees had been planted in open walks in front of the stores—and in every case the store windows displayed such attractive mer- chandise that it was difficult to resist the temptation to spend all the vacation al- lowance in one place. More attractive than the physical ap- pearance of these towns was the spirit of hospitality which seemed to pervade each of them. Wherever our Canadian accent was detected (we do have one, you know) there were instant offers to assist us in any way possible. It was a pleasant journey to a part of the world we certainly want to visit as often as possible. our surroundings more attractive and the lives of the hobbyists richer and fuller. The progress of any society from its pioneer foundations is always interesting. In the early days in Ontario few people had time for any tasks which did not con- tribute to the provision of the necessities of life for the family. Mothers, fathers and their growing children had to work from dawn to dusk to eke out a living. Today, however, our society is emerg- ing into an era when comparative pros- perity leaves time for contemplation of the more cultural aspects of life, and ample opportunity to develop our artistic abilities, The true measure of any civil- ization is not how many wars it has won, not how much commerce it has genera- ted, but rather for what good purpose it has put its leisure time. The Next Phase Opens t •J .f, oest. There on we girls' .Pouts for a tion to Prosperity The Finer Things in Life 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 Association. Authorized by the Post Office Department as Second Class Mail and for payment of postage in cash. Subscription Rate: 1 year, $5.00; 6 months, $2.75 in advance; U.S.A., $7.00 per yr.; Poreign rate, $7.00 per yr. Advertising Rates on application, DISTRICT night as the, the arena. dancers wer • PEOPLE nent e-go-go laet Ttiutsdiav glob presented Virngnam Youth '66 at „hakes and wiggles of some c; the been; Nipici they defied the iocal press camera, leaving snly a bu.ir 'en tee 1-i Ti-;;5 group le wet' ;fito the spe,it of the evert az, If-e. 0:.:t a 7•.',1,ci beat_ —Adva nce-Ti metL Photo. Surprise! There's nothing more pleasant than getting back to your own home after a holiday. Unless, of course, you've been spending a month in a posh resort, and your own home is that unpaint- ed two-room shack behind the town dump. This week, we were looking forward to it more than ever. It had been hotter than Hades, and our house, surrounded by oaks and maples, is always cool. It had been a long drive, and we were tired. And while we were away, with the co-operation of our friendly banker we'd had the trim painted. When we pulled off the high- way and headed down our own street, we were practically pur- ring with anticipation. A long, cold drink under the oaks. A lei- surely inspection of the paint job. A quiet evening of idiot box or reading. Luverly. As we drew up to the house, my wife squealed with delight. It looked splendid, with the shutters and trim whiter than white against the rosy brick and deep-green ivy. I agreed but couldn't help noticing that the grass was shin-high, and that an oak branch, thicker than a man's head and thirty feet long, had been blown down and strad- dled the fence, or what was left of it. However, after three hours of dodging suicidal maniacs on the highway, all I wanted to do was fall into a chair and nuzzle a cold one. As soon as I opened the door, my wife shrilled, "Bill, there's a terrible smell in here." "Nonsense!" My standard re- ply. For one thing, my wife has a nose like a bloodhound, This faculty is allied with a vivid im- agination. She frequently smells smells that I swear are non-exis- tent. She has even said my col- umn stinks, on occasion. Ima- gine. But this time, "Dad she's right," Kim backed her up. "Yich. It's horrible. And look at the flies, everywhere, Yid'!" "All right, all right," I sighed, as only a father and husband can sigh. "Don't get excited. It's probably just dampness from the cellar, because the house has been closed." The old lady was distracted for a moment by the pile of mail inside the front door. She pawed through it, looking for a letter from her first-born. She found it. As I staggered upstairs With the suit-cases, she shouted Two inches of blood on the bottom of the fridge. Streamers of what looked like coagulated intestines hanging from the shelves. I opened the freezing compartment. Six steaks, bought when they were on special at 89 cent. A five-pound roast. A two-pound bag of chicken livers. Hamburg, pork chops, frozen vegetables and orange juice from burst cans. All clinging together in a soggy, stinking corpse. I'd prefer to draw a veil over the next few hours of domestic discord. But I'll give just the skeleton. Half an hour of bawl- ing and mutual recriminations disclosed that we were both to blame, She had decided to de- frost the fridge the day we left, ten days before. I had insisted we didn't have time. Finally, she had agreed. But she turned off the freezing unit and forgot to turn it on again, in the confu- sion of getting ready to go. A trip to the town dump with two garbage cans and 400 flies. Two hours of scrubbing the thing out with soda, vinegar and good salt tears. Net result, zero, All doors and windows open all night but it was still like sleep- ing in a slaughter-house, Call next day to friendly in- surance agent. No dice. We wer- en't covered for stupidity. Visit to friendly appliance dealer whose eyes lit up even as his head wagged dolefully, "You'll never get rid of the smell," Dealer related various horror stories from past experience. Net loss: fridge, $300; food, $50. Plus our planned trip to the coast. Oh, well. We couldn't afford that trip anyway. But we'd prob- ably have gone. Now; we really can't afford it. So look at the money we've saved. Or some- thing. O.P.P. SAFETY TIP This summer we, of the On- tario Provincial Police, ask this question, "Why not make a point to slow down and really liver Oat., • compromise by the of ..qx feel, which we feel is very • Editor, Advanee-Tieees, teatair. Wiegemn, Ontario, its you well know, a project How would you like a of this nature definitely de- excerpts from the letter, inter- C. sub station and pole yard • ...ablates :property, a steel-clad spersed wih comments on the situated at your backyard? Up building .12 x '2i)* with a high horrible smell. at Roland St. we ate going to wire fence around it, with an I came down and headed for Le e ee one, and w, the rate- adjoin .in ing pile of posts is cer- the refrigerator. Wiped my fore- payers don't want one and we tainly not an asset to ourneigh- head, licked my lips and opened don't believe you would either. bourhood. It is very obvious the door. Even with my three . Although mere must be more that we are past due fur a plan- per cent, I was knocked flat on suitable sites other than a resi- ning board or zoning bylaw. my back on the floor. I hadn't dential area, the P.U.C. is de- You may be the next victim. smelled anything like it since the fields of Normandy, 1944. Pure putrefaction, fl? RO#11,7( r173 _ , itatit , AUGUST 1917 A happy family re-union is being held at the home of Mrs., David Campbell, Minnie St. All her children are visiting her. They are, Robert of Ingersoll, David of Toronto, James of Great Falls, Mo., Mrs. Annie Dunbrook, Cleveland, Ohio, Mrs. Hannah Thermus, Cleve- land, Mrs. Maggie Hodgins, Cayley, Alta., Mrs. T. C. Al- lison, London, Ont. , Mrs. Lou Davis, Windsor, and Miss Mary who resides at home. The Campbell family have resided in Wingham for 56 years. Recently there was a dem- onstration of two tractors at work on the Neilson farm, near Toronto, under directions of the Resources Committee and die machines proved to be a great improveinent on the old horse plowing system. They plodded along at a rate of inore than two miles an hour, turtling over three furrows as they went. One of these machines, drawing a two-furrow plow, can turn over five acres of land in a ten hour day, whereas by the old system not more than one and a half acres can be turned in the same time. termined to erect this mon- strosity, regardless of our feel- ings. As quoted by the superin- tendent, "I couldn't care less: unquote. Firstly, we petitioned the P.U.C. to reconsider the orig- inal plan. No answer. A ver- bal request for a meeting with the P.U.C. also ignored. Writ- ten request and personal visit to the P.U.C. chairman, final- ly meeting granted with a re- striction of four ratepayers of the area present. Result! A Reminiscing Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm Ross of Whitechurch, announce the engagement of their daughter, Kathleen Jemima (Kay) Terriff, to Rev. Graydon Otto Cox, B. A. , of Pangman, Saskatche- wan, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. David A. Cox, Palmerston. The marriage will rake place at Westminster-Central United Church, Toronto, September 5. The marriage of Edna Isobel, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Arm- strong 11. Musgrove, Winghain, to Mr. Stanley S. Smith, of Montreal, Quebec, was solem- nized on Friday, July 31st, at the home of the bride's parents, by Rev. Sidney Davison, pastor of Wingham United Church. Please Turn to Page Three AUGUST 1931 Messrs. W. H. French and D. Geddes have purchased lots at Point Clark on which they will build summer cottages. The congregation of Knox Presbyterian Church has extend- ed a call to Rev. David J. Lane, 13.A., of Wallaceburg, to be- come their minister, to suc- ceed Rev. R. C. MeDermid, who moved to Toronto. Signed, The ratepayers, Carling Terrace, Boland St. and Catherine St. D. Rosenhagen M. Underwood L. Noble Don Robertson E. Davis Pete Hollinger Colin Campbell Ross Gordon D. H. Pollock Fred Templent an Stuart Henry