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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1969-06-12, Page 9xi0, Thursday, Jun SECONI) SgC1730 t1 h1 f .t 0 WeSet the Pattern Worrying must be e. beak part of our Duman nature: we do so much Of it. A few years back so many people' Were won., sled about an attack that they, were stocking basement shelters with- food and water. Regional government seems to have taken the place of the atomic ;bolnb as our number one source of anxiety today, We read about it in every issue of the daily papers and scarcely a council 'meeting or a board session is held without some ref- erence to the spectre of centralized auth- ority. Frankly, this writer cannot offer much "guidance or consolation because he, like everyone else, is pretty ignorant about the shape, size arid texture of regional govern- ment. We don't even know how soon it will be upon us. It bears some vague similarity to visitors from outer space— we don't know whether it will be good or bad. We shouldn't delude ourselves into thinking that regional government is en- tirely the brainchild of university profes- sors and government officials. ' The con- cept of centralized authority is onewhich we, ourselves, have fashioned with our own hands. - True, we never pinned a name to it;. we certainly were unaware that we were building something new and startling, but we did it just the same. The "eggheads" have come forth with their bright ideas on centralized government.. because the living,. working and buying habits of today indi- cate that new forms of authority must be developed. One example is the population make up of the town in which we live. Until a few years ago the people who earned their 'livings in Wingham also lived in the town andpaid either rents or taxes to provide all the goods and services which made life pleasant in this community.. Today some, thing more than half of the town• s indus- trial working. force lives beyond the boun- daries .of the town -- in Whitechurch, Bluevale, Teeswater or in the surrounding townships. The same is true of school teachers, retail trade employees and those who work in the various service industries. Buying habits, too, have altered- over the years. With the rapid expansion of_ travel facilities and the broadening.use of mass media for advertising over .a wide. area, local people no longer confine their purchases to the Wingham stores and the mail order catalogue. They range far and wide in their search for interesting ways to spend their money. Even leisure time activities and holi- days have changed. 'The once -a -year va- cation at the lake has been supplanted by winter vacations in Florida, off-season jaunts to the Caribbean Islands and even air -borne hops to Europe. k. certain contradiction exists acrid all this change. While we have been ranging farther afield in all our activities, the services and products we can secure right at. home have been expandedat an equal pace. The stores in Wingham carry stocks that would have been breath -taking a generation ago. Our schools provide nearly all the educational facilities to be found in the larger cities and the health services provided by local doctors and hospital are not "small town" in any sense. Regional government is not a reality as yet, except in three isolated areas of the province. . It may be several. years be- fore any such move is made here. In the interval we suggest that a better appreci- ation of . what we have to enjoy in our home community is one good way to re- tain the autonomy so many of us claim to value. Honor Our Fathers and Mothers When Mayor Miller commented at a recent council meeting on the Decoration Day service at the Wingham cemetery, he said,` "The attendance seems to be smaller every year." Perhaps it is, inevitable in an era of change and progress ,that those. who . have gone before us should receive less and less attention -but iris neve -a good omerr'for' a community, indeed for a nation, when the living generation tends to forget the sacrifices and labors of the men and wo- men who built the solid foundations upon which prosperity, and success have been established. One of the least commendable aspects of our present society is the increasing inclination toward flippancy and contempt for all that is past. The styles and con- cepts of the older . people are laughed to scorn—and the tragedy lies not in thesad fate of the folks who are "over the hill" butrather in the doubtful future of those who face the present with such exagger- ated conceit. Out ,of the hundreds of thousands of generation* which have come and gone upon the face., of •this earth there is no .reason to believe that the present ,one is any more likely, to escape age and ridicule than those which have gone before.. Those who lie in the -Wingharn cem- '.etery were the brave new' generation in their day and perhaps they, too, believed that only the new ways had any. merit. in . any case they worked hard and built .well. What we enjoy today was made possible for- us by them- thoughts and their efforts. Let us remember them next Sunday after- ' noon for a brief few moments. Some G ood Ideas The budget brought down in the House of Commons last week by Finance Minis- ter, Benson contains some sensible meas- ures. It seems quite ,reasonable to divert investment money, for example, from lux- urious office buildings in the fast-growing cities to the construction: of badly needed housing. Just how effective the new measures, will be in curbing a dangerously acceler- ated inflation remains to be seen. Mr. Benson, like all who have .a voice in .the making of our laws and the setting of our tax rates, should bear in mind the fact that new and higher taxes. do not curb infla- tion as they are supposed to do. When the price of shoes or haircuts goes up the average citizen subconsciously vows to wear the old boots a bit longer and get a bit more frowsy between trims. But when goverri°ments raise taxes we all know without any further study that we will have to pay them. The only person who can't do a thing about higher taxes is the little guy down at the bottom of the ladder. Business people know that if they are going to stay solvent they have to pass • 4n the increase to those who are their customers. There is no .known way to successfully curb inflation in a democracy short of complete economic dictation. ,Govern- ments should be taking the lead in the move toward lower .pricing. Lots of Them Left It was refreshing to see pictures of the several thdusands of young marchers in Toronto who wanted the world ta know that there are still lots of kids around who believe in morality and have some regard for decent standards of behaviour. As the critics so often tell us, it always seems to be hippies and the yippies and the nuts who get into the news. These kids in Toronto did something practical about getting the other kind before the public eye. Within the next year or so the fad • of far-out attire and bothersomely long hair will fade. For the average young person with important things to do these outland- ish styles and time-consuming protests will be just too much trouble. The novelty will wear off and they will turn to some- thing more interesting and productive. In the meantime the far -outs. have proven a point that a lot of them attempt to deny. The Western nations are still the only places' in the world where free- dom exists . . . where an individual ,can make a complete nuisance of ,himself and get away with it. , 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 Association Subscription Rate: • 1 yr. $6.00; 6 months $3.25, in advance; USA $7.00 per yr:; Foreign rate $7.00 per yr. Advertising Rates on application Second Class Mail Registration No. -0821 Return Postage Guaranteed This sturdy baby is .MichitA seven months old, of Anglo-Saxon and Indian de0CenC He is a healthy boy and very strong. Anything he holds' is gripped tight and though he is big for his age be can gulf .. �,mself up to stand. He gets around on the floor by rolling and is quite skilled in manipulating his walker. Michael is a bright, responsive happy baby full of laughter and' endearing little chuckles. He is accustomedto children and nothing delights him more than to be in the .midst of a crawl of youngsters. The picture suggests that one of Michael's eyesis slightly turned in, but his- social worker says this is. 'ati illusion - , he has no eye problem at all. This baby needs to be adopted so he will grow up in the love and security of a family of his own. To inquire about adopting Michael please write to Today's Child, Department of Social and Family Services, Parlia- ment Buildings, Toronto'182. For general information about adoption ask your local Children's Aid Society. • ..1 ► Back to the .Isle • " The Mainland " is what Newfoundlanders call that part of Canada across from their isle, and it looks mighty, glamorous . to many of the young people there. But glamor doesn't get much chance to flourish inlone- liness and poverty.. Young Ezra Parsons found that fact out the ,hard way. He had deft his home in Notre Dame Bay, sure that he would find the "swinging life" .he craved in the big 'cities. His money soon ran out, and he found •itwasn't so easy to get a job. And where was all the glamor in the grubby board- ing house he lived in not far from skid -row? Finally, his money disappeared altogether, and he approached his landlady with a feeling of desperation, • as°king,her what he should do. 'That untidy individualtreated him with disdain: "Why did you leave your home? Thought you's find the gay life here? You'da done better to have stay- ed put, guy! All I can tell ya is to go to the Sally Ann"! . That was a new one on him, - but he found out she meant The Salvation Army, and he soon found himself outside a big brick building, called a men's hostel, Outside,men stood around, and he found out they were waiting to be hired for casual jobs. He went in, and told his sto(Ey. "Knock on that office door, old boy, " said the man behind the wicket, "and you'll find the resident officer. He'11 tell you what to do ! " ' Ezra did as he was told, and a kindly voice invited him to enter. He was soon seated, while a genial man seated ai a desk.summed him up. "You're a Newfoundlander, aren't you?" he said, as soon as he heard Ezra's first halting words. Ezra nodded. "I'd do anything to get back home again, Captain !" , he said. "I didn't dream I'd missthe island, but 1 see now it's the best place in the\world. Dad and Mon didn't want me to leave, They'd love to have me back,. I know!" "Where did you come from?" As soon as he found out the Major took the telephone re- ceiver from its hook. "Imagine, he's phoning home! " was the thought that thrilled the homesick man. 'He tried to tell the Major that his folks didn't have a phone, but the Major knew what he was doing. He asked to speak to The Salvation Army officer in the town, and soon he was tell- ing his colleague all about Ez- ra's predicament. "Phone me back as soon as you get word, right?", Evidently the man a thousand miles away agreed, and the phone clicked, "He's going to contact your parents, " saidthe 'officer. "If. ; o r ;sto tie,- and they're' w'l g to have you back, we'll see what we can do ! " Ezra'tried .to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. The Major busied himself with his pen. In a few minutes .the phone rang, and the Major smiled and nodded. "Righto, we'll put him on the plane, " he said; "If •the folks are grate- ful enough to get their prodigal back again, tell them they can pay themoney into the Corps there. You can do with it, I guess ! " Ezra followed the Major out to his car like one in a dream.• To go back to his blessed home- land --just when things looked /so hopeless! Back in his board- ing-house, he collected his meagre belongings, and after a hot meal at the hostel, he and the Major made the trip to the airport in an hour. Still in a dazed condition, he found him- self, for the first time, zoom- ing through the air, , a n d he could hardly, believe his senses when he was, a scant three hours later, looking down at the sea-girt isle. Ezra settled down nicely, and is becoming a solid citizen of Bonavista with no de- sire to rush off to the bright lights •again, ews Items from O SNE 1920 Mr, Charles VanNorman of Hamilton, has purchased the parruthers property from H.J, Thompson. Mr. C. P. Smith has purchased Mr. L. F, Bink ley's house on Patrick St. Mr. A. H. Musgrove has purchased Mrs. Baptiste's residence on Shuter St. , from Mr. John Mc- Burney who recently bought it, Mrs. J. A. Leonard, an em- ployee of the Western Foundry has purchased Mr. Perrin's house corner of B. Line and Josephine St. These sales were listed through J. G. Stewart's real es- tate agency. J. Stanley'Elliott, formerly a student in the Wingham High School, but now principal of Central Public School, St. Cath- arines, has again received a promotion and an increase in salary. At the end of the pres- ent term he becomes prinicpal of the new memorial school which is .r'apidly nearing com- pletion. Mr. Elliott's salary was raised from $1900 to $2000. JUNE 1934 Mr; Ervin M. Ernest of Walk- erton has opened a general brokerage office here under the management of Andrew J. Beck- er.' Mr. Ernest has now three such offices in this district. The main office is at Walkerton and has branches here and Kincard- ine. Messrs. Goodyear and Hasel- grove who have been operating the tobacco shop and pool -room which they purchased from the estate of the late W. R. Dyer have dissolved partnership. Mr., Haselgrove taking over the busi- ness. Mr. and Mrs. Goodyear left on Monday to London where they will reside. The following were success- ful in obtaining the Bachelor of Arts degree at Westem Univer- sity in London. George Allen, son of chief and Mrs. Allen, Honor, Chemistry; D. A. Arbuck- le , rbuckle, East Wawanosh, • Honor, Ec- onomics and Political Science; Gold Medalists, Miss . E d n a Henderson, Wingham Junction, D. McCrea, Lucknow, Honor, Chemistry. The Convocation will take placeat the Univer- sity today. Miss Mildred Red- mond was successful in passing her B.A. examinations at To- ronto University. Last Sunday evening thirty members of the Triple V Bible Class motored to Belmore and took charge of the service in the United Church. Two mem- bers of the . class, Hilton Dick- son and Joe Tiffin, gave short addresses and were assisted on the platform by Mr. E. S. Cope- land, Mr. H. Garlick, De Witt Miller and Bert Mitchell. The Triple V Choir under the dir- ection, of Jack Herd, led in the singing, with Jack Reavie and Lloyd Hunkin as soloists. Members of St. Peter's An- ' glican Church Guild, Lucknow, gathered at the horde of Mrs. William Connell Wednesday evening last week and present- ed her with a beautiful silver flower basket. Mrs. Connell leaves shortly with her husband Dr. Connell and family f o r Wingham. She was president of the Guild this year and for a number of years has been a valued and active. member. The presentation was i'nade by Mrs. • --40 qv I r' O1/TA*10 SAUTI' l,[AGUI We'd better stop reminding him your lap arid shoulder belts were fastened.... gets him down for some reason.... Morehouse Mvi:itchefl, and was an expression of appreciation. and good wishes toward one. of their members whose departure they regret. JUNE 1944 Late Monday afternoon Mr. and Mrs. John S. Scott, 6th Concession East Wawansoh, re- ceived word tial their son, W. J. Borden (Bud) Scutt had been slightly wounded in action. Bud enlisted about four years ago and had been overseas for the past year and a half, Last fall, in November he went. to North Africa and since that time has been serving in the Mediterran- ean area. It is hoped that word of his complete recovery .will -be received soon and Bud's many friends will certainly be pulling for a rapid complete 're- covery. JUNE 1955 - Art Furness held his audience spellbound this week as he told the story of the big one he had the tussle with on the prairie. Measured 22 inches long and tipped the scales at 5 lbs. 6 ozs. , he said. , Fishing with a light fly rod and rtapered lead- er, eader, it took him 35 minutes to beach the monster and then it was only with the assistance of /•rr%%�rfijr fi ri p�fr j /J/ his wife, wlo hastily tmp rov: ed a gaff hook and made. rhe landing possible. • Made .A good story, until lie carne mo die clinger„ Thi pu't pIzcatoriial wondex was a Mgt land River carp. Murray Gaunt, who is*his f t t year at the L ntario gd c Mural College,'quelpb, Wt. Ing the 2 year assc+ciate �dpior ma course has receivedihis to port and ke is first in. a •cam 87, He is also the wiunes of a. group of four subjects, namely bacteriology, botany,. en r ology and zoolo-gyrand his en-: ,titles him tq a first year l ary of 425. • Murray W5$ dent of Wingham Dis4ict 144 School. He Is the. sOn: of Mr., and Mrs. Andres' Gaunt,fuck- now Ontario. - p g-' Miss Pattie* ilio ley, ter of Mr.- and ivies.ep-h. 5ro' phy, who was one'ora a class o 76 nurses to graduate from. St. Joseph's Hospital, -London, On . Wednesday of last week.recet$41 ed a scholarship valued at$B5o for one year post graduate work at the University of Western Ontario. The scliolarship was awarded by the Hospital Aux1- iary. Upon completion o : her • training on September 1st., 'Pat* tricia plans to nprse for a year before taking this course,, LETTERS TO THEEDI' Dear ,Citizens: • A hearty thank you and a hand Clasp of appreciation is extended to all by The Salva- tion Army on the completion of its successful Red Shield cam- paign in Wingham. It will now be possible for The Army to advance and meet the needs of others with the financial mus- cle extended by you who con- tributed. There will never be an end to the work of those who admin- ister to the ,needs and the emer- geneses of others. ,'But kir a" year at least, there will be many happier homes in Wing ham because you helped. c ., To all... the workers, .\the businessmen, the stores. service clubs, churches and individuals saying thank you seems inade-• quare. But it is said by The. • Salvation Army, who speak for so many who can't say ,it for. themselves. May God Blessynu all. °Capt. Copple 14440 littlifeir nMu•i••i 1Osat • its •ms,.•a•ultu;Nit l tlas imosto Good neighbor -Bill We all know what happens to good Samaritans, don't we? They end up holding the bag: Receently we acquired • a kit- ten: It was practically over my wife's dead body, but Kim in- sisted she was going to crack up psychologically if she didn't have a little brother for, com- pany. As usual, Dad was the catalyst. No pun. It turned out to . ,be a little sister, as I've mentioned, but that was to be expected. She was a little beauty and immedi- ately took over the house with that mixture of charm. and .ut- ter arrogance that only a fe- male kitten can muster. Even the Old Battle Axe be- came fond of the thing, despite the usual clawing of furniture and drapes. Kim was ecstatic.. I'm the only one in the family who can barely be civil to cats. I'd as soon have a baby gorilla, or a pet anaconda, as a cat. Pip, the kitten, had been re- trained, after a traumatic lapse when the painters were here. All was serene. She had run of the house, slept with Kim, and began spending some time playing in the Iva yard mak- ing like a tigress with insects and worms. Tragedy struck Sunny afternoon. I was sitting outside, reading, when I heard the unearthly but unmistake- able scream of an animal in its death -throes. I couldn't believe our kitten could make such a noise. But it was definitely feline, and she'd been playing' around in the yard only a little while before. Leaping up, I spotted the di- rection of the wails, and ran out to the road. There was Pip, heal down, wailing wildly, crouched in the middle of the road, as the cars sped by. I picked her up as gently as possible. certain she'd been run over, or at least hit by a car. She squealed piteously and clutched n,y sweater. She was shudddring with terror and pain. I carried her in like a wounded bird and called my wife. Whe was horrified. The kitten was 'obviously in shock, eyes glazed, head shaking. Her hind legs seemed paralyzed and I thought her back must be broken. Her face was bloody and half her nose seemed to be missing. We put her in her box -bed and stood about, wringing our hands. My wife shrieked, "She's shrinking!", and I agreed. Creatures seem to do that when they're dying. My. wife wailed, "Her eyes are funny, and her ears are tuning. insideout." I • , ageed. he kitten svered uncontrol. 13sbly. The death rattle was im- minent. "Better tell Kim," quavered the boss. "She'll never forgive us if Pip just dies and she isn't here." Once again I agreed, and raced upstairs, where, Kim was watching Hamlet on TV. My face as long as a foot, I In- toned, "Kim, you'd better come quick. I think Pip's been run over, and she's in bad shape." She looked up, startled, and said, "Dad, what have you been into? Here she is, right here." And sure enough, there was Pip lying snoozing on the couch, as elegant as Cleopatra waiting for Mark Antony. Well, you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes, do you? I'd rescued the wrong blasted cat. There . was some excuse. My tender heart. The thing was screaming. And it was exactly the same coloring as Pip. The reason my wife thought the beast was shrinking was that it's about a month young- er than Pip. The reason its eyes were dull is that it's re- tarded, I'm sure. Kim promptly produced a saucer of milk. The cat with the broken back. and paralyzed legs .just as promptly walked over to it and drank it, though still shivering, then curled up and slept for two hours. Its bloody nose was probably from gravel spattering under a- car's wheels. • Well, what do you do? Throw it back on the road? Pip and my wife are furious, one at having an interloper, the other at having two cats when she didn't want one. Kim is de- lighted and determined to keep the ugly, stupid little :mutt who eats like a lion. . And I, as usual, despite the fact that this is a cat story, am ° in the dog -house, where gd''rd Samaritans frequently find themselves.