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Zurich Citizens News, 1966-11-10, Page 2PAGE TWO ZURICH CITIZENS NEWS edsaI eafrifOne !WV SW MO Parental Authority Can it be said that the Canadian fam- ily is preparing the young for adult life in a more effective way than ever before? Perhaps the sacredness of human person- ality is not only stressed, but practised in an increasing number of families. Children are not simply pawns in the life-sized game of chess. They are indi- viduals, with rights commensurate with their maturity. The authority of parents has become more responsive to the opinions of youth, hut surely it has not been weakened. It is real and influential, not simply heavy- handed and assertively loud. It depends more on example, rather than "do as I say, not as I do". Parents today use other means than dominating assertiveness to ex- ercise their authority. Many are engaged in the work of strengthening those influ- ences which tend to produce the personal- ity they find attractive in the young. Unfortunately, the news media must report the youth who rebel, who are court cases, who cause trouble to parental author- ity. We must remember though that this group is not a majority. Many Canadians use fancily consulta- tion sessions, Older children, when con- sulted by their parents, can often give real insight into the problems involving young- er family members. They are more in touch with the pressures of school and authority. They can communicate the de- sires of the younger child more accurately than parents who were reared in a differ- ent generation. Blood Money Each month, Canada exports an in- creasing amount of military explosives, arms and parts of weapons systems to the United States. Much of this military hard- ware is used in Vietnam. According to officials in Ottawa, exports of military ex- plosives to the United States this year to meet needs in Vietnam, will exceed amounts produced for commercial use in 1965. Export licences are not required for sales of such explosives to the United States. Most of the explosives are small arms, rockets and cannon propellants. Of- ten the details of other military exports are not disclosed because they fall into the category of classified information. There can be little doubt that at least some of Canada's prosperity is due to the mushrooming production of so-called con- ventional or non-nuclear arms. With the war in Vietnam growing week by week, there is no sign that .this grisly boom will cease. The build-up of U.S. troop strength in Southeast Asia is leaping ahead. Where five years ago there were only about 2,000 U.S. troops in Vietnam, it is not unusual for this number to arrive in a single day. The Pentagon is pumping several thousand troops into South Vietnam weekly. The total, counting the 60,000 U.S. sailors on warships off the coast, is rapidly approach- ing the 400,000 mark, Scores of thousands more are in Thailand, South Korea, Japan, Laos, the Philippines, Guam, Okinawa — ready to move against North Vietnam or China should Washington give the green light. Around the world, statesmen, church leaders, even many eminent Americans are warning President Lyndon Johnson to re- strain the military monster that is being created in Aisa. In Vietnam, the cost of the war is running at the rate of 13 billion dollars annually, and if all the other costs of Washington's growing military might in Asia are taken into consideration, the annual figure is much higher. In the past, individual manufacturers of arms have grown wealthy on a wide variety of death -dealing implements. The wars they were used in were sometimes justified, and often were not. Today, na- tions are in danger of an undue depend- ence on armaments' manufacture to under- pin their economies. Canada must not fall into this trap because of U.S. involvement in Vietnam. To grow wealthy on the blood of others was wrong even in less civilized centuries of the past. For well-to-do nations to follow this practice in the present age is inexcusable. —(Unehurched Editorial—United Church of Canada). They've Served Their Purpose . Over the years, the nostalgia attached to the little red school house has grown out of proportion to the service that these now outmoded institutions have given, but nonetheless, let sentiment prevail, and let the little red school house go down in .history as one of the more important foundations uponwhich our country was built. Physically, these buildings have long ago outlived their usefulness, and in too many cases, have been neglected to the point where they add nothing to the scen- ery of their respective locales. Often, quite the contrary. Yet they are put on the auction block, and in too few cases, are strings attached as to their ultimate use. Many of them end up as chicken houses, or storage build- ings, and continue to depreciate in appear- ance, Others are converted into dwellings of a type by people who are interested in making a quick dollar or in placing an in- expensive roof over their heads. To a large degree, it's like trying to make a silk purse from a sow's ear, this business of making a house from an old school. Regardless of the time and effort, the buildings usually end up looking just what they are, old, wornout schools. For the sake of the comparatively few dollars realized from their disposal, would it not be better to bash them down, burn them down, or otherwise see that they are completely removed from the landscape? In this way, all that would remain would be the nostalgic memories of a few passers- by, and the legend would continue to grow. It is important that we have legends and perhaps the importance of them would out- weigh the dollar value received under the swinging hammer of the auctioneer. ---- North Kent Leader. In Flanders' Fields In Flanders' Fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders' Fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies blow In Flanders' Fields. Zurich • &RA N,w. PRINTED BY SOUTH HURON PUBLISHERS L1i41ITED,ZUR, ICH f1ERB TURKHEIM Publisher J E. HUNT, Plant Superintendent Authorized as Second Class Mail, pest Office Department, Ottawa and for payment of postage in cash. Member: Canadian Weekly Newspapers Association Member: Ontario Weekly Newspapers Association Member: Canadian Community Newspapers Representatives Substriptiln Rates: $3.00 per year in adVance, in Canada; $4.00 in United States and and Foreign; single copies 7 cents. WHERE'S THE 25th HOUR This week, I have a lot of things on my mind, but none of then is worthy of the brilliant, penetrating essay in which you wrap your garbage. Therefore, the column will be something of an Irish stew. Or a Hugarian ragout, Or bet- ter still, a French pot-pourri. That's pronounced popery. Speaking of which, congratula- tions to all my Hogan friends. They can now eat meat on Fri- day. And destroy the market for fish. And miss all those wonderful food values in fish and turn into meat -stuffed, red- faced birds like us Protestants. Speaking of which, one of our churches had a "folk" serv- ice last Sunday. The occasion was a conference in town of 300 Christian boys. We billeted two of them. For Kim's sake, I or- dered, from the billeting chair- man, two six-foot, handsome chaps with rich fathers. What we got were, well, two boys, A short, chubby, cocky one; and a long, skinny, shy one. Neither was handsome. Neither had a wealthy father. But the service Sunday was first-rate. You should have seen the look on the gray -headed elders as they belted ,out, "Go Tell It on the Mountain", with the electric guitars whanging away. The other accompani- ment, a sort of dull rumble, was the bones of John Calvin, Martin Luther and John Wes- ley, twirling in their graves. And the red-headed kid, dart- ing from organ prelude to choir loft to electric guitar, back to organ for the offering, back to choir, back to guitar, was our baby, busier than the proverbi- al one-armed paper hanger. Speaking of church reminds me that I'm supposed to be guest preacher at our church this Sunday. It's Layman's Sun- day. Very inspiring. All the lay- men get up and bellow hymns off-key. Those who can't even sing off-key read the scripture. And whatever is left over preaches the sermon. Haven't quite chosen my text yet, but there are still several days to go, and I've narrowed it down to three. or four. My first idea was, "Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman". Then I decided that "Something Is Rotten in the State of Denmark" might be safer. By the way, these are from the Bible, I hope.. There's always the old stand- ard, of course, "The Demon Runt." But I don't think I could stand the snickers. And my brother brought me a jug of Newfoundland `screech' recent- ly, from the Kingdom of Joey, Perhaps I'll settle for the theme, "The New Morality", If only I can find out, before Sun- day morning, what it is, I'II be in business. As near as I can discover, it's doing whatever you want and, getting away with it. Speaking of which, I feel both wicked and guilty, because I don't answer letters. Here's part of one from a weekly edi- tor belaboring me for defend- ing today's kids. He says, "Give me one of the depression kids, with a grade eight collection of myths, fa- bles, a few facts, a smattering of the three Rs, and the seat out of his pants. The last is most important. The kid would be desperate for a job and would learn more spelling and grammar in three months from an old comp book than your gold-plate system teaches in the years from six to 16." Mrs. C. Braham, of leruder- beim, Alta., writes telling me what to do about my refrigera- tor that stank when the power was turned off and the meat went rotten. Thank you, dear lady, but you're almost as lousy a correspondent as I. Your let- ter is dated August 10. I re- ceived it this week. And how do you like this chap from a publishing house asking when I'm going to write a book? All I can say is that if he wants to take over for a week, I'll produce a book. All he has to do is: write a column, a sermon and a letter to the town council from the library board; try to keep my wife from going around the bend; help my daughter with her "weak" subjects: Latin French, Math, Science, Georgraphy; read and criticize 89 essays; set two exams; rake the leaves that have fallen from 14 trees; throw into the cellar a pile of fire- wood that's been rotting in the rain for two weeks; answer all my letters; prepare lesson plans and teach all day; .drive my daughter 200 miles for a music lesson on Saturday; and help with the dishes. I'm game if he is. A book would be child's play. Expert Watch Repairs e Trophies and Engraving • DIAMONDS - WATCHES - CHINA Anstett Jeweliers' LTD. CLINTON — WALKERTON — SEAFORTH FOR, ENJOYMENT IN EATING OUT Take Your Family Out For a Wonderful Meal ! Nothing makes a family happier than sitting down to a fine meal in our dining room. We offer a choice of delicious food amidst a pleasant dining atmosphere. Our Pleasure Is Serving You We Specialize in Steaks, Chicken, Fish ! ENJOY THE FINE ATMOSPHERE OP OUR ATTRACTIVE ALPINE ROOM Licenced under the Liquor Licence Board Dominion Hotel Your Hosts Marg and Ross Johnston DIAL 236.4371 ZURICH THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 10•, 1964 From 2 My Window 13y Shirley Keller GOING ONCE—GOING—GONE At the risk of becoming an incurable addict, I threw cau- tion to the seven winds last week -end and uttered two words I am quite apt to regret for the rest of my husband's life. The words? Seventy-five. The place? An auction sale! I used to scoff at the ardor of some people as they followed blindly after the gabbing auc- tioneer, hardly able to breathe until the very last pickle crock and cider jug had been sold to the highest bidder, Then, in elated jubilation, they car- ried home their treasures —a leaking feather tick, two rusty flat -irons, a nightmarish study in water colors of George Drew, a musty butter churn. In truth, I scoff no longer, I have experienced the ex- citement of purchasing mer- chandise at a price I can de- cide, rather than shopping via the more conventional method where articles are tagged at a certain price—take it or leave it. I really hadn't intended to open my mouth. I'd always been very careful at an auction sale not to move my hands, my lips, my eyes, a muscle until the bidding had ceased. In fact, until Saturday I was rooted to the spot, paralyzed with fear at the mere thought of placing a bid. I think perhaps it was a series of three tiny remarks which loosened my tongue sufficiently to shout (to my own surprise) "seventy-five" when some cur- tains were on the block. Earlier I had watched my neighbor enjoy her first experi. ence as a bidding customer, She assured me, "There .was nothing to it." Then I observed my friend, obviously a sophisticated bid- der. She nodded so slyly as the auctioneer's watchful eye scanned the crowd, indicating so silently and easily the amount she was willing to spend. She told me with pride, "I go home with a lot of tittle bargains". The clincher was the eonvee sation I had with an acquaint-, ance who I admire greatly. She said, "I just started to go to sales this summer • but I have e ball. You get the bug you know. Mostly the things I want go too high for me, but it's lots of fun to bid until they get out of your range. And once in a while, you get what you want at a price you want to pay. What could be nicer?' I didn't get started to laid until the sale had nearly ended; and it took only one hid for me to "get the bug" as my friend had predicted, Eery time the auctioneer took a breath, I was tempted to in- terject a bid. I found I was eager to bid on everything I saw, useful or not, and the ex- citement mounted each time a new article was introduced. I spent very little for the enjoy- ment I received. 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