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Times Established 1873 Serving South Huron, North Middlesex
Advocate Established 1881 & North Lambton Since 1873.
Amalgamated 1924 Published by J.W. Eedy Publications Limited
LORNE EEDY
Publisher
JIM BECKETT
Advertising Manager
BILL BATTEN ROSS HAUGH
Editor Assistant Editor
HARRY DEVRIES
Composition Manager
DICK JONGKIND
Business Manager
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Look at the choices
The support for the federal government's "six and
five" wage and price guidelines continues to mount,
although there are signs that not everyone thinks it
is an equitable system.
Huron County council debated the issue last week
and Stanley Reeve Paul Steckle noted that a six per-
cent increase across the board was not fair when con-
sidering wage variances that range from $10,000 to
$40,000 per year.
It's not a new argument, of course. Many have
pointed out that straight percentages increases the
spread between the top and bottom ends of the pay
scale. A six percent boost for one is $2,4000 per annum
and only $600 for the other.
The employee receiving that $600 hike pays the
same amount for a gallon of gasoline, heating oil, loaf
of bread, quart of milk or theatre admission as the one \
who gets $2,4000 and so his/her increase does not go
as far in meeting the costs of the basic necessitites of •
life. In total dollars, the $600 boost does not add to the
inflation spiral as much as the $2,400.
If inflation is to be curtailed, those in the top
echelons will have to take less on a percentage basis
than those at the bottom.
One opinion eXpressed at the county council ses-
sion indicated any changes in the percentage systems
could lead to discontent among employees. County of-
ficials may have to decide whether discontent is worse
than unemployment as they battle to keep costs in line.
Perhaps those employees expected to be discon-
tent should also look more realistically at the same
choices.
Turn the lights on
About 15 years ago, many motorists in Ontario in-
stalled "running lights" on their vehicles for use dur-
ing daylight hours. They believed the lights reduced
their chances of being involved in highway collisions.
However, the government banned the use of the
lights but now there is evidence to suggest they should
reconsider that edict.
There's strong evidence that driving with low
beams on during the daytime is a safety factor. When
Greyhound Bus Line ordered its fleet to operate con-
tinuously with headlights back in the 1960's, daytime
collisions decreased 24 percent in the first year.
More recently, when the Checker Cab Company
in New York.City used headlightsduringdaytime run-
ning in a one-year trial, collisions were reduced 7.2
percent.
Daytime lights have been mandatory year-round
in Sweden since 1977. So far, there hasn't been a full
report, but partial data for one-year shows multiple
vehicle collisions were reduced 4.8 percent.
A federal law requires head and tail lights on
motorcycles to light up automatically when they are
put into gear with the engine running. And Ontario
mandated the use of motorcycle headlights at all times
in July of '77.
A big plus for using headlights during the daytime
is that they increase the "safety gap" by making
• highway passing less risky.
Brightness becomes the main factor in detecting
objects as ambient light declines and the ability to
discriminate colour is lost. Bright colours and shiny
bumpers fade as that light fades. -
Running lights, on the other hand, erasure that a ..
vehicle stands out, regardless of background. And
these can be either headlights or a combination of
headlights and driving lights, for example.
Tests by Transport Canada researchers on two-
lane highways, first with oncoming vehicles unlit, then
with their low beams on at various intensities, show-
ed unlit vehicles created a more dangerous situation
than expected.
During those tests drivers underestimated the
distance of upcoming lit vehicles, reporting them to
be closer than they actually were. And they
overestimated the distance of oncoming unlit vehicles.
In the light of this evidence, it was concluded that
it's safer driving during the daylight with the low
beams on, especially on two-lane highways, as well as
anytime light conditions are poor.
Trees have revenge
Aecot;ding to the Farmer's Almanac,
and other "usually reliable sources", this
year's winter weather is supposed to be
on the unpleasant side, with more than the
usual amount of snow and cold.
Area residents have already had fair
warning that the weather is capable of
some strange things, having experienced
a frost in August, adding to the woes of a
summer that was late in arriving and ear-
ly in departing.
We're told by some experts that there's
going to be a slow return to the "ice age"
and there will be other phenomenon to be
considered, such as volcanic dust.
As usual, of course, most people will
adopt the wait and see attitude, taking
each day's weather as it comes. There are
obviously enough other things to worry
about without sending people over the
brink of sanity by undue concern of what
will befall then some three or four
months hence.
Those who procrastinate in preparing
for winter will get some consolation from
the experience of a friend who spent some
of those infrequent warm summer
weekends storing up winter fuelwood.
While others were enjoying the
refreshing waters of their favorite swim-
ming hole or imbibing on cool drinks in
the shade of a tree, he was out cutting up
trees and hauling them hone to his
woodshed.
You can just picture the sweat pouring
profusely from his brow as he wielded his
heavy chain saw in the hot sunshine, the
sawdust clinging to his skin in itchy layer
and the mosquitoes buzzing happily above
his bead• before sucking out their final
food before hibernating, or whatever mos -
for the vrinter.
the tiserlikil wwt
and his woodpile amply stock-
ed for the coming winter, he appeared to
have the last laugh as he stood and
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surveyed the gleaming cords in his
' backyard, and shot a glance of disdain at
the squirrels who were still soaking up the
sun and not joining in his early comple-
tion of storing winter supplies.
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But alas, Mother Nature struck a cruel
blow. Unleashing her fury in a mid-
September storm, the ' dark, ominous
clouds soon appeared over the woodpile
and the wind gusted ferociously.
Although the storm lasted for only a few
seconds, the wood -cutter and his family
were shaken to bear a loud crash in their
backyard and a glance out the window
quickly confirmed that a giant cottonwood
had been felled, its rotted trunk no match
for the brief, summer blast.
There, deposited beside the woodpile,
was all the firewood needed for the com-
ing winter, if not the winter after that too.
Perhaps it was retribution for not enjoy-
ing that shade tree when he, was suppos-
ed to this summer?
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One of the grandmothers on staff here
at the T -A suggested to the editor last
week that he write something about the
need for washrooms to be made available
during soccer tournaments in Exeter.
Seems some of the area's young soccer
Wpm. get together fm' thdr annual
skirmish at the high school playing field
and washrooms at the school were not
available. .
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visitors
I suggested, based on experiences gain-
ed by travelling with four sons, that the
need for washrooms was not a high priori-
ty for boys. Any good sized tree will ac-
complish the same goal as a washroom
wall in protecting one from unwanted
eyes. - •
She agreed that the young soccer
players didn't appear tooupset by the lack
of washroom facilities for. the day -long
event, but noted that grandmothers,
mothers and small sisters weren't quite
as comfortable in seeking out good sized
trees.
In fact, she indicated the day had ruin-
ed several months of toilet -training for
her granddaughter and the impropriety of
make -shift washroom facilities could scar
her for life.
The little gal, after enjoying the soccer
matches, joined the family in a post -
match dinner at one of the local
restaurants. When she announced that
she had to go to the bathroom, her mother
was pleased that they had finally reach-
ed a spot where proper washroom
facilities were available.
However. the little gal immediately
burst into tears and succumbed to a minor
tantrum at the very suggestion of using
the restaurant's washrooms. "No, I want
to go out and pee on the grass," she wail-
ed, apparently considering that ex-
perience one of the joys of life.
So. there you have it, you male
chauvinists who organize local soccer
tournaments. If you hope to have
mothers, grandmothers and sisters on the
sidelines cheering your budding young
stars, perhaps some consideration for
their necessities would be warranted and
appreciated.
After all, there aren't that many good
sized trees available at the local playing
field!
"If MacEachen does as well in External Affairs as he did in Finance,
. I'm building a bomb shelter!"
Hornet in the bathroom
There must be
something sweet about
our big old house. We've
all heard about somebody
having a bee in his bonnet.
But a hornet in the
bathroom?
I just killed a dirty big
brute a few minutes ago,
disposed 'of the corpse, sat
down at my typewriter
and heard an ominous
sound, like a tiny chain
saw, looked up for the
source and saw three
more of the beasts crawl-
ing on a window.
With nothing else handy,
I picked up a particularly
waspish letter from one of.
my readers and beat them
to death with no apologies
to conservationists. You
don't play around with
hornets.
• They'd obviously crawl-
ed in the open bathroom •
window after being "ex-
terminated" by the chaps
doing brick -work on the
house. They'd run across
a nest in the bricks and
thought they'd killed all
the hornets with an
aerosol "bomb". They
hadn't.
During the summer, one
of my grandboys was
stung by wasps, cosily
nesting in a wood -pile. We
eliminated them with a
vicious counter-attack.
Last week, my wife.
touring the outside of the
house to check the bricks,
came across a huge, old-
fashioned bee -hive attach-
ed to a corner of a window.
It was not uninhabited, as
a little careful observance
proved.
I had experience as a
kid with these things.
We'd find them in the
woods, get a long stick to
knock them down, and
usually get well stung in'
the process. •
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So, it was down to the
store to get a "bomb". The
Sugar
and Spice
Dispensed By SmNey
instructions said to use it
at dawn or at dusk, when
the bees are quiet. I decid-
ed to do the job at dusk, so
had a little snooze after
dinner.
Woke up when my wife
came in, beaming as
though she'd just won a
lottery. She'd climbed a
ladder and bombed the
bee -hive, silly nit, without
even having me there to
hold the ladder for her.
Anyway, we got rid of that
lot.
A few years ago I was
having a new roof put on
the house. The roofers rip-
ped open a hornet's nest
and the neighbors were
treated to the sight of
three men doing what ap-
peared to be a Spanish
fandango 30 feet up in the
air. It was funny, but not
to the roofers, who were
badly stung.
To bee or not to bee. I
hope that is no Ionger the
question. I don't want to
wind up with a bee in my
bonnet about bees, wasps
and hornets. But I wish
they'd go and build
somewhere else.
A lot of other strange
things went on this past
summer. The back of my
house looks naked, after
being covered for years by
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a beautiful vine. Had the
whole thing torn off
because it was creeping
into my brickwork like an
octopus.
Somebody stuck two
lines of stakes with red
tops around two sides of
my house. Somebody else
put dabs of paint of
various hues all over my
lawn. Green, yellow and
red. I suppose one's the
Bell, another's the gas
company, and the third is
the public utilities, or
maybe just someone who
likes painting lawns.
I've never seen any of
the mysterious painters,
and aln beginning to grow.
uneasy. If they all start
putting in cables and gas
lines and water lines
under my lawn, anything
could happen, with today's
workmen.
Can't you imagine them
getting all tangled up
down there? Pick up the
telephone and you get an
electric shock. Turn on the
tap and gas hisses out.
Flip on your furnace and
water comes gushing up
through the ducts.
We've had woriunen
hurtling in and out all
summer carrying. 'pipes
and things, as we switch to
gas. We've had men come
and dig up the lawn in the
wrong place, replace the
sod sloppily,
�{�and leave
another gash that will turn
brown and die.
We've been awakened
every morning by great
thuds and pounding as the
brick -work progresses.
But I feel sorry for the
masonry men. They just
get their scaffold up and
the rain comes pelting
down. They sit in their
truck until it clears up,
climb the scaffold, and get
soaked in another shower.
• We had family from the
middle of June to the mid-
dle of August, three days
holidays, then more fami-
ly. Two 90th birthdays in
the connection.
My heart sank as that
letter arrived near the end
of August, that cheery lit-
tle letter from the high
school principal, telling us
about Opening Day. I felt
as if I'd had no holidays at
all.
To cap it all, I'm broke.
New furnace and
brickwork cleaned me
out. Painting the house
will have to wait until next
summer.
And I hope you had a
grand holiday, too,
especially if you took it in
August, which was more
like October.
A real drag -racer
Seeing a bunch of anti-
que cars on a tour here a
few weeks ago made me
think of an old green '46
Chew truck that my
brother and I used to rat-
tle around (quite literally)
in. My brother was quite
an electrician and had
rigged the old buggy up
with about twenty yellow
✓ unning lights, and two or
three blue ones. Meeting it
on the road you , would
swear that there was a
huge semi coming down
toward you.
For us, that little truck
was 'our first real taste of
independence. Though it
wouldn't go very fast we
just outside of the city,
since we put every penny
Perspectives
By Syd Fletcher
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travelled almost every
street in and around •
Hamilton. I'm sure we
became a familiar sight to
all the people around Al-
bion Falls, a little place
we had into gas and
repairs on the truck.
One of the beauties of
that particular vehicle
WIN that it was so old that
you couldn't really hurt it
too much. My father didn't
seem to mind us
decorating it in our own
fashion, even taking the
box off the. back of it and
ridi,ig around with just the
frame and wheels show-
ing: We liked to pretend
that there was all kinds of
power to the truck that
way - of course it was so
light without die box and a
load that the wheels would
squeal even in third gear.
Exciting stuff, eh? Well,
we really thought that we
were the next thing to a
real drag -racer