Loading...
The Huron Expositor, 1973-03-15, Page 2(Expositor Since 1860, Serving the Community First Pub,1.14he0 act SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, every Thur4tay marring by McLEAN BROS., Pub'ltis/jn§ ANDREW, Y. MCLEAN, Editor Member Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association and Audit Bureau of Circulation Newspapers Subscription Rates: Canada (in advance) $8.00 a Year Outside Canada (in advance) $10.00 a Year SINGLE COPIES — 20 CENTS EACH Second Class Mail Registration Number 0696 Telephone 527-0240 SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, March 15, 1973 Suggest assessment office be moved Ltd, Photo: Public Archives of Canada (By' Harry Hinchley) This is a photo of 161st Battalion Band leading the parade down Main Street on Civic Holiday, 1916 when the town held a Sports Day to raise money for the battalion. Bandmaster Sam Grant marches in front and in, the band may be seen Seaforth boys: Harry Pierce, snare -drum; Dawson Reid, euphonium; Thompson Scott, bass and Bill Kerr, trombone. In the rear ranks and hidden from the camera are Dave Stewart, bass drum and Bill Chapman, clarinet. Soon after the 161st Huron Battalion was organized in the fall of 1915 the band , was authorized. After training all winter in Clinton the band went with the battalion to Camp Borden in the spring and then pro- ceeded overseas in October. The 161st had a high class band and after the unit went to England it was kept intact as a base camp band with Hill Chapman as Bandmaster. When the boys of the band came bank to Seaforth after the war they were all top-notch musicians and they could easily handle any ordinary band music. They retained their enthusiasm and gave their best co- operation in reorganizing the town band under Bill Freeman as bandmaster in 1920. The next year the band were given authority to wear the Mackenzie tartan and use the name of the famous Scottish Regiment, the Seaforth Highlanders. A complete set of uniform with kilts, made to measure for the whole band was ordered from Scotland. When they arrived, in 1922, the band started out on its succes- sful career as the Seaforth Highlanders. 'But with, so many of the members of the famous' old military band in its ranks the Seaforth Highlanders might even, in a sense, be considered a successor to the old 161st Battalion Band. 1 72 11 iRgrfi tr I From My Window bitritlitaWler Sugar and Spice By Bill Smiley will imme that a lo St. Marys whit more we do sug it might tenor of that litt empire" u a move to or Seafor required order mou solution wall vers office di To the according see nothi sands of We doubt whether t counte)i o tax-payin section o not feel of the as if the of centrally (St.Mary There is considerable steam rising off the waters'of Lake Huron these days as the dispute goes on up there over the moval of the ancient',' venerable and to these eyes, horribly ugly, jail wall surrounding that in-. stitution of incarcerat- ion in former years. The wall dispute we. will leave up to residents of the area to settle, but if the end result is a decision to move the asses- sment office for. Perth- Huron from Goderich to a more central point in the area, everybody down in this end of the slender communications thread would be better served. Just why, in the name of anything sensible, the assessment office was located on the shore of Lake Huron in the first place defies even the wildest imagination. We diately admit cation here in would be not a feasible, but gest that, while disturb the even operations in le "assessment p at the lake, either Mitchell th, if space is and building in ld be an excellent to the present us assessment spute. west of 4oderich, to our map, we ng except thou- acres of water. if the fish care hey ever get r not, but the g "fish" in this f the area might quite so much out sessment "waters" fice was more located. s Journal-Argus) In the Years Agone ...........01,0101,0,......"40,./".0...•-••••• MARCH 18, 1898. Abraham Deering of Stephen, sold a hog in Exeter, a few days ago, which was a bouncer. It was only 10 months old and weighed 410 pounds. Mrs. Hill, late of the Gravel Road, Hullett, has moved to Clinton. She has bought a lot from S,S.Cooper and giyen him the contract to erect,a new frame house thereon. John Dunlop. of Hullett, near Bandon, met with a serious accident. While load- ing posts on a sleigh he took a dizzy spell and fell on some of the irons of the sleigh and was rendered finconscicius. Dr. Cooper was called and it was found necessary to put in several stitches. Robert Murdock of Brucefield met with a peculiar accident. He was engaged in cleaning a horse, when the animal crushed him against the side of the stall, fracturing his collar bone. James Swan of Brucefield has already disposed of two car loads of machinery to farmers in this vicinity. Alex Mustard of Brucefield, com- menced plowing on March 14th. A new host office is to be opened at Irishtown shortly and P. Carlin has been appointed postmaster. At the congregational meeting in the Presbyterian 'Church in Seaforth, Mr. Dickie of Knox College, Toronto, was selected as the student to assist Rev. Dr, McDonald for the summer months. Miss Cudmore is opening up a ch'ess- making establishment in the rooms over T.R.F. Case's store. Frank Milison has disposed of his store in Winthrop to Richard Common and intends to devote his time to the cheese business. The roof of Wm. Cline's barn in Stanle:, ollapsed. Fortunately the cattle were out and nothing was hurt, John shepperd, the well known enter- prising rattle buyer of Tuckersmith, made •,a fine shipment of rattle for the Old Country. He accompanied them as far as Montreal. Seaforth has had her annual flood, al- though it has not been a serious one. The rapid thaw and heavy rains made more water than even the most ardent arlvncate of cold water desired to see. The Roxboro bridge was damaged to some extent and the water in the river was as high that James Scott's stables were flooded. A couple of bridges on Thos. Hay's farm were taken our' MARCH 19, 1948 Two Hensall brothers, Harold G. Elder and Kenneth Elder , who jointly farm 450 acres. were declared Huron Co. champion seed growers at the Huron Seed Fair held in Clinton. The series of social evenings ar- ranged by the Seaforth Women's Institute that has extended throughout the winter was climaxed on Monday when 51 tables of euchre were in play in Cardno's Hall, Dancing followed the cards with Har - burn's orchestra furnishing the music. Prizes were won as follows; Ladies 1st, Mrs. W. D. Wilson; Consolation, Mrs. James Hay; Lone hands, Mrs. Sam storey; Men's first, James T.Scott; ConsolatiGn R. M Scott; Lone hands, Barney Hildebrand. Looby and Looby Construction of Dublin (were awarded the contract for a .P 4:10 111111111‘ reinforced concrete bridge on the boun- dary of North Easthope and Wilmot Town- ships. Last week they completed a 60 reinforced arch... overthe Aux Sable, river between Exeter and Dashwood on Highway 23. , On 'March 17th, St. Patrick's Day in Dublin, Mrs. Barbara Holland, cele- brated her 84th birthday at the home of her daughter, Mrs. John Flynn. Follow- ing her marriage she and her husband conducted a general store at Beech- wood. R. Y, MacLaren of Hensall has sold his farm on the London Road to Elgin Rowcliffe. The river went out at Hayfield and as far as known causedverylittle damage. one electric light pole on the fisher- man's dock snapped, the boats were pushed back by the ice, some of them against the hill. , The -Village of Kippen wa without electric current from 10 ,a. . to 8:30 p.m. on Monday. The transformer in front of the Blacksmith shop was burnt out, Miss Lois Hoggarth of town has ac- cepted a position in the Bailey Flower Shop. A pleasant time was spent with Mrs. Casey Way of Tuckersmith when the neighbors gathered for a social evening. James Love was asked to say a few words to Mrs. Way. Little M isses Mar- jorie Papple and Betty Anne Love pre- sented Mrs. Way with a handsome elec- tric table lamp. Davr Tribner of Kippen has re-ar- ranged his house so as to have an up- to-date apartment with all conveniences. Morley Cooper of Kippen purchased from Robert D. Elgie, 50 acres of choice land adjoining the Cooper farm. Mr. Cooper now has 150 acres. Miss Gladys Cooper is assisting W.O. Goodwin of Hensall, during the absence of Mrs. Horton, who is away ,on a two month trip abroad. MARCH 16, 19,23. The wind storm on Sunday night blew In a part of one of the south wind- ows in the Brucefield Church. Messrs. Frank McGregor, and Hugh Berry Of Brucefield have secured posi- tions in Flint, Mich. Michael Nagle of Dublin has pur r. chased a house and moved It to town. He will have it erected in the early spring. Owen Hart will do the car- penter work. Patrick Jordan of Dublin sold his 100 acre farm to Jack Murray of Mc- Killop. Thos. Daly has purchased the residence of the late Mrs. Grigg on James St. He intends to occupy it after he has made extensive alter- ations and imi.,rovements. Terry Flannery of St. Columban has purchased the residence of the late Miss Givlin on Coleman St. Messrs. T. Ferguson and Geo. Fulcher have been conducting a gents furnishing and clothing store an d have dissolved partnership and the bus- iness will be carried on by Mr.ferguson. James1-1. Morrison of mcKillop, has recently added to his herd of Short- horns a promising young bull. At the Canadian National Exhibition,I922, the animal took first prize. ..e I've had another birthday and this time my family remembered. Maybe you recall that last year when my annual marker rolled round, not one single mem- ber of my family thought of it. Youymay also remember that I was completely crushed . . . . and said so In my column so solefully that I had letters from readers who urged me to cheer up and look to brighter days ahead. One dear reader advised "me to be tireless this year in reminding my family about my birthday up to and including the big. day. I'd always been somewhat reluctant to do that, but this time I threw caution to the winds and played hard on the fact that I'd been forgotten last year and hoped for better things this year. The celebration /or my birth- day started early in the day with a re- sounding rush on my bedroom and my bed. Family members crowded in to be the very first to wish me best wishes. I was smothered with kisses and hugs . and I eyed had an offer of breakfast in bed! Our youngest son, though in on the bedroom scene, did not really tell me an actual "Happy Birthday". "Didn't you forget something?" I asked him, quietly. ' "No," he answered. "Well, aren't you going to wish me Happy Birthday?" I presSed. Most of the major disastbrs of life I can accept with a certain equanimity, It's the little things in life, the almost daily irritants, that keep me in such a flaming rage that I can almost hear my great-uncle, Mountain Jack Thomson, the wildest-tempered man in the entire Ottawa Valley about ninety years ago, whisper, "That's,, my boy. One of the old stock. Give 'em hell, William." I have ridden, or flown, into the valley if death, and come out with nothing twitching -except my sphincter muscles. J have landed an aircraft with a fused bomb dangling from one wing, climbed out to face the fire truck and the ambulance, and managed a quiet, r You're making a lot of noise with those sirens, chaps. Hard on the nerves, you know," beforefainting. When I was shot down, and crashed in a plowed field in Holland, my first thought was, "Dammit, I won't be able to keep that date with Tita,tonitlit" Tita was in Antwerp, several hundred miles away. A logical and calm concluslOn. When I was beaten up for an attempted escape, I didn't rail against anyone, in- cluding the beatere.- I lay there quietly in the boxcar, hands and feet wired to- gether, licked my wounds and Said to "Yes," answered my littlest son, "But not yet." "Oh," •I said, a little baffled. I guess my son has a flair for the dramatic because as he made his exit for school, he gave me his farewell morning kiss and said, "Have a Happy Birthday today mom. I got you some- thing, but it isn't very good." Big tears welled up in his eyes. ',It starts with 'c' ", he said. "Oh you bought me Gandy," I said, trying to sound pleased and proud though my thoughts quickly centred around the bathroom scales which tell such an ugly story. • "No, it isn't candy," he said. "Well, I'm not going to guess any more," I told him. "There's so many things I love that begin with 'c' that I'd rather wait until you give it to me." That evening when I arrived home, I was met on the porch by a very excited little boy. "Don't go in the kitchen door," warned my son. You'll have to go in the front door and stay in the livingroom until dinner's ready." He was jumping up and down with anticipation by this time. He just couldn't keep the whole secret any longer. "We're going to have a party," he whispered in my ear. .He was right, too. My daughter had managed a delicious roast beef dinner complete with brussels sprouts and cole- myself, "Serves you right, you nit, for trying to be a hero. You weren't cut out." When our train rode through the German night and right into a major bombing raid on Leipzig, I looked down on my grovelling, screaming, praying calling-for-mother fellow prisoners, and thought coolly, "There, but for the grace of God and the fact that I can't get out of this luggage rack (where I was resting) would be I." Sedate, poised. Paralyzed. That was in war-time, of course, and a man had to keep a stiff upper, not to mention nether lip. But life since has brought the same sort of thing. Hell bath no fury like a woman scorned, somebody said. Oh, yes, it hath. Try this. Tell your wife you'll be home for dinner at six. Arrive home at 3 a.m. with a couple of cronies you'ire invited for a late snack. "Nab, she won't mind. Come on, what're you, scared of yodr wife?" A woman scorned, compared to a woman waiting, is like a Boy Scout troop compared to a panzer division. We'll all agree then, that I've faced the worst without flinching, without be- coming hysterical with fear or rage. slaw and green peas. And to top it all off was a birthday cake made by her own loving hands topped with enough candles to tell the awful truth of my age. And the gifts( It was like Christmas, only better because it was especially for me. Master of ceremonies was my youngest son. He handed me the gifts, the first one a- large, large box reading 'blender' on the side. "That doesn't start ' with 'c' " I told him. "It is inside," he 'said, helping me to rip open the box. "Sear it is a card but everybody signed it. And now the gift in the box is from everybody, even me." His little eyes danced with happinesS and I felt like crying. Oh there were other gifts, gifts I appreciated and truly treasure. But that gift that started with 'c' was really what turned me on this --biptilday and I knew that if I lived to be 200 years old, nothing could ever be better. Funny thing about gifts. The person giving them always gets the most out of it unless the person receiving them knows that the person doing the giving is really sincere about the gift and has given it with love for`you and you alone. It was a happy birthday for me. The besLone yet, in fact. And to think I'm only 29. , What I can't cope with is the daily degradations. The insults to intelligence. The utter stupidity of bureaucrats and the malicious heckling of inanimate objects. I'm afraid I lose every vestige of coolth, sang-froid, poise, reason. Item. As though it knew exactly what I was writing about, my typewriter just broke a ribbon. And I just broke my typewriter. After using the name of the Lord, the typewriter company, and var- ious other deities in vain, I beat the thing with my bare hands. All I got was ink up to my wrists, and a laconic, snide remark from my wife in the next room that she'd already had her hair curled, thank you. Item. They're cutting down the trees. The stupid bureaucrats. May they roast in eternal flames. And why are they cutting down the trees? So they can widen the roads for more stinking, rotten cars. Item. They (meaning the mindless bureaticracy) are re-numbering all the addresses in town. we were 303 and now we're 613 or 631 or something. I don't even know where I live any more. Of all the flaming, ridiculous, useless, idiotic, moronic, expensive . . Steady, old i'ian. Remember the blood pressure.