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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Goderich Signal-Star, 1979-10-04, Page 19sykes \�Q Whew! It was touch and go for a while but. Canadian beer drinkers can now safely slurp their suds without any fear of having their body disentegrate. That is if you can trust the federal health protection branch. Apparently all beer contains some level of cancer-causing nitrosamines. The nitrosamines found in beer are believed to be the result of heating the malt in the brewing process. But the risky business is that this chemical is very deadly.and is found in all beer. It takes only 10 parts per billion to cause lung cancer". Naturally the levels found in beer are reportedly safe and the industry says the levels will be negligent in the next few years. - That's rather reassuring, isn't it? To be sure, anyone who has sought the comfort of the refreshing beverage is distraught over the latest ne-V4. "I just don't understand," an ale Maxine Pollock shows how she makes a poodle dog using a coat hanger and yarn. Making one takes quite a bit of time and patience, she says. She will have several for sale at the Christmas Country Fair at Saltford in October. She has never tried to sell her crafts before so she's not sure how well they will sell.(Photo by Joanne Buchanan) connoisseur remarked the other day. "These -cancer scares are attacking our vital staples in life." "Why it seems there isn't anything now that Iwe can eat, drink or smoke without fear of contracting some strain of cancer.' And this latest news does restrict the diet somewhat." "Devastating news for certain," I offered in response. "Cancer is coming at us from all directions." "Oh it's more than devastating," he shot back. "They say you can't drink milk, eat bread, smoke tobacco and now they're telling us that beer, un- doubtedly the one elixir that gives us the nerve to carry on in this jungle, will kill us. Why I wouldn't be surprised if the next thing they told us was that sex causes cancer." "Well, I don't mean to alarm you," I offered with reservation." But there has been some talk by experts about that very subject. You know...too much of that stuff being bad for you." "Well there you go. I knew it would come to this. It just breaks down the whole value system of our society," he • said woefully.."Why this utterly shatters a whole way of life for oun young people. What kind of future dol they have without beer and sex?" "A limited one to be sure," I coun- tered. "And just think what this will do to the great male past time of sitting around enjoying a few pints and babbling•on about sexual exploits." "A great tradition gone by the wayside," the connoisseur admitted with regret. "But at least now we will know whether or not a guy is lying about his alleged noble deeds because he will have cancer." "A deadly accurate system, no doubt," I suggested. "But do you think man could survive without beer?" "There is little chance of that," he commented with certainty. "And the beer commercials have told us so. Everyone knows that a man who drinks the right brand of beer constantly has a bevy of overendowed and scantily clad, nubile young ladies crawling all over him. Unfortunately I haven't found the right brand yet but the commercials wouldn't lie." "Perhaps you are right," I said. " But still I've tried those brands and have ygt to see a balloon, I've never been skiiing on grass, I don't get the urge to buy Brador when the father-in- law visits and when Gary returns my snowblower inthe summer I would just as soon break a bottle over his head as have him drink it." "But the brewing companies claim that the stuff that causes 'eancer in beer will be reduced so that there's hardly a chance anyone will ever die," he said hopefully. "So you would have to drink a lot of beer for a long time to ever get cancer." "Ah, that's great news, I knew science wouldn't let us down. They know what life is all about. Send another round over here will you." the, SIGNAL—STAR 132—YEAR 40 Maxine's busy hands turn out treasures BY JOANNE BUCHANAN Maxine Pollock's hands are never idle. And sometimes she even wishes she had more than two of them! • I.n between her regular ° household duties, Mrs. Pollock occupies her Maxine Pollock will sell these poodle dogs atthe Christmas Country Fair at Saltford in October. She makes them out of yarn and coat hangers. She also does macrame and makes beaded . Christmas decorations. Her hands are never idle and she says she has met a lot of interesting people through doing crafts. (Photo by Joanne Buchanan) hands with various crafts. At present she is busy building up her stock for the Christmas Country Fair at Saltford Valley Hall in October and the Snowflake Bazaar at the Legion in November. She has decided to rent booths at both of these events to see if she can sell her craft work. "It's my first attempt at nnythin . like' this (selling and I'm looking forward to it," says Mrs. .Pollock who also adds that . she certainly wouldn't want to make a livingselling crafts. Mrs. Pollock's booths "will -feature a potpourri of crafts and are, being 'killed as Christmas Boutiques. For starters, Mrs. Pollock makes fluffy poodle dogs out of coat hangers and yarn. Over 13 ounces of yarn goes into each dog plus extra yarn for the ears and Mrs. Pollock admits that it takes both . time and patience to make them. Last year, Mrs. Pollock took a macrame course at the high school and so her Christmas Boutiques will also include articles she has macramed, in- cluding Christmas wreaths. . Last summer, she began making various articles out of beads. Her cousin in Detroit, ..who does bead work and visits Goderich a few times a year, showed her some bead patterns which she learned at a store where she buys her materials in Detroit. For the fair and bazaar, Mrs. Pollock has made miniature beaded' wreaths, angels, snowmen, snowflakes, Christmas trees, candy canes, figure skaters, and assorted animals. She THU1tSDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1979 alsohas beaded hanging plant • holders. The holders are the only things which she ' uses pattern • books for. The rest she does ouCof her own memory. Mrs: Pollock says she has always knitted and done.. various crafts' for herself. Once she made an afghan after someone showed her how. But she says that aspect of her •• craft work' is nothing to brag about. "I can't just sit still and do nothing," she says, adding that it's nice. to know more than one craft because if you get bored doing one type, you can always switch to another. Mrs. Pollock says she has no idea how well her articles• will sell, so she has no idea how much stock she should be building up. She says she has so.much now, that she is running out of room to store it all at her home. She cannot say exactly how long it takes her to complete one article because she works on things a bit at a -time, whenever she, finds a spare moment. She does admit that she is getting faster at her crafts, the longer she does them though. "It used to take me three-quarters•of an hour to do a beaded angel. Now I'm down to .half an hour." It's difficult to put a value on crafts. resides —the cost of materials, there is one's time and labor to consider, she says. But she doesn't •do her crafts for money. She does them for the en joyrnent they provide her. She has met a lot of interesting people through her crafts and finds them a continual source of interest and pleasure. SECOND SECTION Maxine Pollock of Goderich looks over some of the beaded Christmas decorations she has made for the Christmas Country Fair at Saltford in October. She plans to display them on coffee mug trees beeause they are quite small. Mrs. Pollock took up bead work just last summer. (Photo by Joanne Buchanan) Modern technology is great but if it screws up there's usually little you can do about it. All the great things science has developed to help man do things easier have truly been the boon to society they were bil•hed• as when they were discovered. One of those marvelous ideas some guy had several years ago has helped put thousands of people at ease. The pay toilet. It permits thousands of people every day to relax in a public washroom, knowing they have almost as much privacy as they do at home. Very few people felt when pay toilets were installed that somebody was making a dime from a guy in a jam. I mean what happens if you are seconds away from an accident and discolor all you have is a quarter. Elevators are another invention that can be a lot of fun when they decide it's with a trick elevator and by the time I was rescued I was having visions of never being heard from again. I was in a hotel in Toronto and my room was a mere 25 floors from the ground. Snappy view of the city but truly a lousy location when the elevator doesn't work. My wife and I recently joined several other couples for a weekend away from it all, and hooked into this hotel. The first morning we were there the little woman asks me to go down to another couple's room, two floors under ours, and pick up a pair of pants. No big deal. I- figure I'll hop on the elevator and he back in a matter of minutes. I hit the button for the elevator and start the wait. Everybody in the building is going down to the restaurant and the 90 percent of them are in the first 24 floors. One mo a crack. I push my floor and time to go south. I rrcently had a bout I'm standing there waiting for this this time verything goes well: It stops thing and I can hear it but it won't stop. Finally the bell rings, the light comes on but the elevator keeps going. I figure it must have been full or something and hit the button again. A couple of minutes later it _arrives, and miraculously it is empty. I get in, push the floor I want, and wait. I then realized that unless the car N being lowered by some guy on the roof something is wrong. The car is at the fourth floor and dropping,fast. Just my luck. A cable snapped and I'm going to bounce for half an hour before the fire department washes my remains down the sewer. It stops at the ground. Another guy gets On muttering something to the effect that he hopes it works this time. He's wrong. It goes to 26, stops for a second, and heads down again without opening any doors. at 25, the door opens and 1 get off. Without the pants. Not wanting to take any chances I decide to take the stairs down. I slip down to floors and try the door. The sign says its a fire door, locked for security. You can go down the stairs but you have to go right to the ground. That way no burglars can use the stairs to pilfer rooms floor by floor. Great idea except I'm not a thief and I'm 22 floors from the ground. Now I'm getting angry. I start the long trek down and at 16 have the good fortune of finding a caretaker cleaning. He has the door open to vacuum and I walk out Of the stairway. He knows about security and looks at me like I'm that thief those doors are designed to keep out. I don't know whether I should try ane explain what happened or just ask him if he's got change for a quarter for the pay toilet. *FT 1 Seddon Atimmimegeiterimeneemememiemeeelemelemimmille