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In the Years Agone
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
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From My Window
— By Shirley J. Keller
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Its not the length that matters
Argus feels the hair hassle
could almost be over and
the public is ripe.for
another, move by the younger
generation that .011- get
their elders into a big
flap.
"Come, to notice it - the.
top students in Metro
Toronto who achieved over
98 pedr cent in the grade
13 standings were both
boys. Both also had shoulder
length hair and -were out-
standing athletes."
Criticize that if .you
will, the St.'Marys editor
challenges his readers. 11,
After all it's not a
problem of length as much
as one of cleanliness and
neatness. We share with
the St. .Marys editor his
contention that it.doesn't
matter' how long 'the hair .
is proviaingit"is trim
and tidy and clean.
Any • ,.cei'yations we'may
have he. ' concerning hair
styles long since mere dis-
pelled whenever_we.looked
at pictiires of our grand-
fathers a-nd their friends.
In that day earlier in the
century the male who was
clean shaven an&with his
hair closely clipped was
the exception.
Remember when one of
the chief topics of dis-
cussion was the long hair.
on some young men? asks
the St. Marys Journal-
Argus.
Remember when school
principals sent students
home until they consented
- to have their long lacks-
trimmed? -
It seems almost a de-,
cade ago', comments the
Journal-Argus but there
are still people who make
a big thing out of long
hair and if the opportunity
arises don't hesitate to
"hassle" a fellow with
hair of different length
than their own. These
"Archie Bunkers" still
cling to the habits and
customs of the past and
feel theirs is the, only
right thinking..
The St. Mary.e.dt for
says he can remember one
young man returning from ,
church getting told, off
in a "very uncomplimentary
,and insulting way" for
,wearing his hair long, .by
an elderly man sitting in
a car. It was suggested
he had no' right, to have
long hair.
HoWever, the Journal-
AUGUST 20, 1897
Joseph Riley of Londesboro, fell 20
feete from a scaffold in a barn and was
badly bruised and shaken up.
Geo. Thomson, 3rd concession of Hay
Township recently refused $300 for a span
'of 3 and 4 year -old horses sired by
"Craig Ronald" and Clark Bros. of
Tuckersmith were also offered $80 for
a yearling sired by the same horse, but
liked the colt better than the money.
37 tickets were sold at the station
at Hensall for the cheap excursion to
Detroit.
Russel Rill of Eginondwille, teacher.
at No. 4 McKillop, fitted himself out .
during the holidays with a comfortable rig
and now drives to his school instead of
.walking as formerly.
A once prominent and widely known
,.public man in the Seaforth district has been
removed from, this life by the death of
George Sproat of Egmondville. He was
7.1 years of age and was born in Scotland.
John St eet of Egmondville is having
a stone cellar placed under his residence
On Jubilee day, J. R. Collie, Geo.
McMartn, Leo. Charlesworth and Joseph
Winters, all of Egmondville, won the•
first prize of $15.00 in the relay race.
They spent .the money on a handsome
clock and a portrait of the Queen, f6r
the Principal's room.
Eleven tickets were sold at Seaforth
railway station for the excursion to
Brantford and 40 were sold to different
points for the Civic holiday excursions.
AUGUST 18, 1922
The I.J.F.W.O. and U.F.O. picnic held
on the grounds of Mr. and Mrs. Wm.
Glenp, east of Hensall, was largely
attended, many coming by auto from long
distances. The Hensall Brass Band was
present. The meeting was opened by
Wm. Black, M.P, the U.F.O. mejnber
for South Huron. Miss Agnes McPhail,
the lady 'member of the U.P.O. gave the
address of the evening.
Thousands of people gathered at Grand
Bend' for the third annual picnic of
Ford dealers. The weather was fine and
the program thoroughly enjoyed. '
The many friends of Rev. A. R. E,
Garrett of Forest, and a former rector
of St. Paul's Church at Hensall, will be
pleased to learn that his congregation
have presented him with a nice auto.
Mr. and Mrs. G. P. Cardno returned
from an extended trip throtigh the West-
ern Provinces
'
going as far as Victoria,
B.C. Their two daughters remained in
Winnipeg for a couple of weeks.
Messrs. Jack Neilands arid Angus Ken-
nedy left for the West.
Some forty members of the Masonic
Fraternity, Seaforth, met in the lodge
room 'to spend a social evening with J.
F, Ross, late Principal of the Seaforth'
Collegiate before his removal to Sault
Ste Marie. After lunch J. G. Mullen
presented Mr. Ross with a past
masters jewel and C. A. Barber presented
him with a handsome pipe.
Thos. Daly of town has sold his h'and-
some'-black driver, buggy and harness to
Dr. Simpkins of Dublin.
The IVIurless ' Players presented the
play, "Scrambled Wives", in Blyth to
a capacity house.
- AUGUST 22, 1947
When she ' fell from one of the child-
ren's swings at the Lions Park, Judith
"Crich, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. C.
'Ci:ichT ,Seaforth., suffered airArti treciarra.
She received medical aid at Scott Mem-
orial Hospital and was able to return
home and now is about again with "her arm
in a sling.
The dwelling of the estate of the late
Margaret Ann Scott, John St. has been
sold to Ralph McFadden. The sale was
made through the office of M. A. Reid.
Thrown' to the ground - when the
separator on which he was working turned
over, AuStin Dexter, well known Hullett
farmer, received a fractured shoulder and
serious brain concussion.. According to
his doctor, Dr. E. A. McMaster, he is
now resting comfortably and is thought to
be out of danger.
A torrential downpour brought some
relief from the 'oppressive heat that has
held the district in its grip for nearly
two weeks. After temperatures each day
this week of above 90 degrees", even t,he
slight drop was highly welcome. Silver
Creek over-ran its banks and the front
area of the Lions Park and a portion of
the playing field was under water.
Neighbors of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur
Golding gathered at the home of Mr. and
Mrs. Robert Watson. Sparling Street to
honor them - prior to their departure to
Sault Ste Marie. The evening was spent
in playing bihgo. Prizes were won by
Wm. Ament and Mrs. R. S. Hays. After
lunch a presentation of a coffee table was
made by Robert Watson. The address
written by John Beattie was read by
Louis Hemberger.
Workmen are busy at the Seaforth
High School completing repairs so that
all will be in readiness for school on
September 2nd. Two classrooms have
had new ceilings installed and have been
completely redecorated.
Miss Sylvia Benneweiss of Windsor,
who has been holidaying with her parents
at- Brodhagen met with an accident while
playing ball that resulted in her ankle
being broken in three places. She is
in Stratford General Hospital.
Wilson Little of Winthrop had his
house moved to his own property at the
corner in the village.
Mrs. Bruce McLean, Miss Frances
Mathews, Mrs. E. 11; Close, Miss Alice
Reid,- Mrs. ,W. M. Hart and Mrs. J.
Beattie were in Wingham attending a
trebles tournament.
Leo Stephenson, R. S. Box and Eric
Munroe were in Wroxeter assisting at the
Lions Carnival being held there.
As most of my regular readers are
aware (let's hope 'there are still some
regular readers left after some of the
"social comment" in this column of
late) My husband and rhave.three child-
ren, two very average teenagers and one
,very „ave,ragea six-year old. . . . a boy.
- As.. mostJ,...-Canadian children raised
in a kind of middle-class home these
days, all have had the opportunity to
learn to swim. Our eldest son was
offered the chance to go to swimming —classes when he was a tot ... but he
refused. He still cannot swim... and
has no compulsion to learn. He's a
land-lubber, I suppose, like his father
who believes that "swimming" is little
more than mass bathing for the purpose
of cooling oneself on a very hot day in
mid-summer.
Our middle offspring look swimming
lessons ..: but didn't pass one single
examination. As far as I can discern,
she swims like a fish but cannot and will
not Conform ' to any accepted style ...
which, of course, immediately disqual-
ifies her from citation fora swimming
badge under any accredited swimming
instructor.
But our youngest child is another
, matter. He's been enralled in swimming
lessons for two sumffiers now and if
there's a crest to be earned, you can
bet he'll-earn it: •
When this child was just five, he
was actually afraid of the water. He'd
goto the lake with, us but no amount
of &Ming would get him into the water.
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Random notes this week. Could there
be anything more silly than writing a
column- about your silly old wife breaking
her silly old ankle, and four days later
going out for a swim and breaking your
own silly old big toe? Well, I did both.
And boy, it hurts, boy.. Trouble is,
there's not much the doctor can do about
it. Had it X-rayed. He took a look at
the plate, didn't even look at the toe, and
cheerfuly informed, "Yes, Bill, you've
broken a chip of bone off it, but you
can't put a cast on one toe, so just wear
a comfortable shoe, wiggle the toe so it
won't get stiff, and sweat it out.” I'm
sweating with every step. I didn't realize
how many things you could bump your toe
against. It hurts even when I kick the
cat, which I don't do, but will, if she
comes near nix toe.
• Enough about toes. Watch outfor those
bees. While waiting for the doc to talk
about (guess what) my the, two large and
husky men came into emergency ward
swelling like balloons from bee stings. One
was the local veterinarian, six feet six
and about -280. His right hand and arm
vaareag—i rribst completely numb and it was
spreading into his chest'. He was dis-
gusted. How could a silly little thing
half an inch long do this to him?
And speaking of bees, how about those
two headliners, Bobby Hull and Bobby
Fischer, hockey plaeer and chess master,
in that order? Has ever so much media
space been devoted to a couple of guys
who are doing well what they enjoy, and
getting rich at it?
And speaking of Bobby Hull, what
do you think of the World Hockey Associa-
tion? It has stolen gull and,arlatilerilal-fa
He'd sit on the edge of the beach play-
ing in the sand and should the water
get too close to him, he'd get all choked
up with tears and high-tail it for dry
ground.
Being a dutiful mother, I , wasconcern-
ed. .• This, child was tali for his age. 'I
suppose lt deflated my, ego -to see much
smaller children happily splashing in
the water while my kid cringed, and.
squirmed"' if a . wave dashed over his
smallest pinky. So I enrolled him' in
swimming classes.
I took my son to the pooljust down
the street from us and explained the
situation to the little girl in charge of
tots. , She nodded knowingly as I con-
fessed that my son was--a real timid
tyke when taking to the water. I told
her we were. going -to, the lake for the
summer and I wanted him to be at least
comfortable while near the water and not
screaming with fear the minute he got
a little. damp. She understood, she said,
. and enrolled him for swimming classes
at the end of Jitly.
In the meantime, we- went to the lake
at the beginning of summer. I wasn't
afraid to let him go to the beach with his*
big sister Vin I knew he'd do noth-
ing but sit the sand and build:castles
or whatever it is Anat kids make in the
sand.
Then one gay I walked down tCrthe
beach To check on my son and to mi'
horror he wasn't there. I searched
everywhere - except in the water.
was in a panic by the time I heard his
dozen top hockey players from that far-
from-benevolent monopoly, the N.H.L.
Good luck to the W H.A, I love to see a
big organization kicked in the groin, or
the pocketbook, in this case. Particularly
by its own slaves.
• Why shouldn't a. hockey player a goOd
one, make more money than a Movie star?
He's often a better actor.
And speaking about hockey, which is
rather silly in this weather, have you ever
read or heard anything more silly than
the bleating of sports-writers , and even
edit6rial writers, about the series, with
Russia?
The whole thing is getting rather
sickening. • It's just another symptom of
our inferiority hang-up. We can't beat
the: U.S. at money. We can't beat the
Chinese at ping-pong. We can't beat
anybody at the Olympics, except maybe
North Wales or West Tanzania. (With
the notable exception of these horse-
jumpers, who are pretty good.)
Why don't we just relax and enjoy
it, as Confuscius did not say? Why
don't we forget the years when other
countries were wobbly-ankled on skates
and every red-blooded Canadian boy had
a Simpsons catalogue on one leg and an.,,
Eaton's catalogue on the other and could
shoot a frozen horseball through a hairnet,
and we won the world ehampionship twenty-
eight to one every year?
Except. Remember that dreadful year
(about 1926) when the British, of all
people, beat our team in the Olympics?
Their team of course; was made up of
Canadians living In England. or Ehglish-
. men who had grown up in Canada. One
of them was an English kid I went to
voice call, "Hey mom, watch me,"
I turned my head just in time to
watch him diving off the little boat dock
into the . water below. I was shpcked to
silence. I could only stand there and
ape, as he bobbed in and out of the.
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NeedleSeto sii, the.first -clay of his
swimming' class was a disaster. His
teacher looked at me as though I'd de-
veloped leprosy right before her eyes. My .
shy little baby took to the pool like a
dolphin, leaving his classmates dripping
and dazzled in his wake.
After two days in class, my son wouldn't
listen to his teacher any more. He •
-didn't like swimming lessons, he told the.
He couldn't have any fun, he said. His
,instructor didn't encourage me to leave
him so I gave tip in disgust and took
him home.
This summer, though, I enrolled him
again, hoping against hope that my son
and the pool staff had„ forgotten the first
experience. They had.
After the first day of lessons, my son
gleefully announced he had been promoted.
On the second day, I was told he'd been
promoted again.. On the fourth day,
went to the Pool to ,see for myself.
Sure enough, there was my soalined
up With his classmates. He was/ the
smallest ... but hardly the least atten-
tive. On the whistle, he was in the water.
Yront crawl. Back stroke. Flutter .kick.
Fldat. , You name it,.
From dry dock to -swimming
champion.... to Mother's suprise.
schciol with. Another, so he claimed, was
an old friend of mine, Squire Tanner,
attending Cambridge. Another was George
Nees, doing much the same, before he
gOt into politics. But, oh, the shame of
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All this; of course, is prelude arid
masquerade to a secret hunch of mine
that the Russians are going to lick us in
the forthcoming series, if it ever forth-
comes.
My hunch is based on the fact that
the games will be played under inter-
national rules. Take away the body-
checking, ,high-stieking, elbowing, slash-
ing, boarding and gouging from the game,
and your average Canadian player is lost.
I' can visualize clearly five Russians det-
cending on some hapless Canadian goalie,
with all the, other Canadians in the
penalty box.
Enough. This column is about summer
silliness. How's this? An aunt of my
wife? who was born and reared near
Belfast, but has lived for a number of
years in Canada, went back tdlorthern
Ireland for a visit this summer. We're
watching the obituary columns.
10 kid brother, who is a colonel in
the air force, is being posted to Germany
in a few weeks, What, in the name of
all that is silly, are Canadians doing "in
Germany? Who.are they guarding? Against
what?'And with what?
I know I've come a long way from my
broken toe, but somewhere, in some secret
little niche in my mind, there is a con-
nection linking all 'these -summer
sillinesses. Or maybe I just got too
much sun when I went to the beach the
other day with Kiln and her husband.
And broke my toe.
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