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SEAFORTH ,O,NTARIO, February 14, 1974
Books-- Who needs them?
Most of us consider ourselves well radios, movies, magazines, and
informed. There is a TV in every television.
living room, at least one radio blaring Now, of course, the modern
in every house and.things happen and reader "can derive all this and more"
are reported so quickly that from modern communications media.
sometimes news is old by the time it Have you looked at what's going on at
.appears in the newspaper ---even the the downtown movies lately? Have
daily, paper. you tried turning the dial on the
Perhaps this trend towards instant television set any given afternoon or
communication has madesome of us evening? Have you searched for a
impatient with the old tried and true radio station that emits the slightest
source of learning and civilized sound? Have you flipped
entertainment ---the book. through•a popular magazine seeking a
"Who has time to read a book! " is Proustian paragraph?
a common complaint these days. It's hard to believe these clowns
Even school kids seem to spend more are really serious, but I'm afraid they
time on projects, making scale models are. And their level of taste and
or'even movies, than they do reading judgment is exactly that of the
books. "modern communications media"
American columnist Sydney J. they applaud. As Joubert so
Harris, writing this ,weekend in the presciently observed (in book) nearly
Detroit Free Press slaps this 200 years ago: "To the -mediocre,
anti -book trend and provides some mediocrity is excellence."
useful amunition to those of us who Don't feel guiltyl if books bore
still like to read but get accused of 'you? Feel guilty as hell. You can't get
wasting time when we settle down anywhere else what"you get in a book
with a good book. — depth, scope, reflection, leisurely
Mr. Harris says: communion or communication, the
A Reader has sent me a clipping stored -up intellectual wealth of
from the Miami Herald, which runs a centuries, a dialogue of great minds
column called "Life Begins,at 40," by
two men who shall be mercifully echoing down the corridors of history,
nameless. The headline reads: and the infinite expanse of one's own
"Don't Feel Guilty If Books Bore imagination w&king out material
„ provided by genius.
You, and the snapper went like this:
"The original purpose of reading Their advice would be shocking
books was to inform, give one a enough even if the modern media of
communication were what they ought
broader understanding of life, and to
impart intellectual pleasure. In the to be if they supplied us, with
old days there was scarcely any other mental and spiritual and emotional
nourishment, instead of the cheap
way to achieve these ends. But.today commercial pap that is - their
one derives all this and more from stock -in -trade- But, given the
modern, coimmunications media." meretricious and mind -deadening
Can you believe it, friends? In the dope that is 90 percent of the popular
"old days people had to wade their "entertainment" today, where can
way through such tedious and one retreat but to books in order to
time-consuming tracts as keep in touch with taste, style,
Shakespeare, Swift, Donne, Milton, valu6s, and goals that have animated
Cervantes, Balzac, Keats, Moliere, civilization from. Pericles down to
Goethe, Heine,, Pope, Byron, Picasso. If indeed "Life Begins at
Montaigne, Dante, and that whole 40," its proper habitat is more the
bunch, because they didn't have library than the TV room.
Keep farm
lanes open
Many owners of farms in the
string -hundred' with the buildings
,snowbelt of Ontario have cause to
set far back, atop a hill, near the
curse the original settlers. These are
centre of the property. This farm has
properties on which the 6bi-dings are
changed owners ' frequently, just
set far back from the road, at the end
because such purchasers find it
of long narrow, lanes.
impossible to live there in winter. The
The first owners often placed their
fine big brick house, with its scenic
buildings near the centre of the
site, has lured unwitting victims into
100 -acre farms for the sake of
buying the place.
convenience. It certainly was quicker
City folks, seeking a scenic country
and easier, in those days of
place, often are suckers for such
horse-drawn equipment, to have the
properties. They don't know what
shortest possible haul of sheaves and
they are getting into until one winter
hay from the fields to the barn.
opens their eyes to the realities.
That is why the farm buildings
About the only solution is to abandon
sometimes are 30 or 40 rods from the
such buildings and erect others near
road. That presented- no winter
the road but this is a costly and
problem for a horse and cutter or
wasteful procedure.
team and sleigh. But it is an infernal
a
nuisance for automotive equipment.
Those in _the snowbelt of rural
Even though most farmers have
Ontario where the earlier owners built
ti modern means of snow -clearance it
close to the road are lucky. Quite
still is an arduous and costly job
apart from their own convenience, the
getting the long lanes open after each
value of the property is greatly
snowfall.
enhanced. Knowledgeable buyers
That is why, indeed, some farms
will pay a premium for such and so
have been abandoned for habitation
they should.
Purposes. One such is on a
(Owen Sound Sun -Times)
To the
Editor
Sir:
their means, besides being company for
It is over forty years since I Ieft Seaforth
one angther. -
for New York State. The people on the
I look forward to reading the article
streets in•Seaforth don't recognize me nor i
written by Bill Smiley. He tells how the
them.
Canadians are thinking. We have many
The Expositor keeps me informed as to
problems in common.
the deaths; .marriages and local news, I
The other week I sent one of his articles
otherwise never hear about.
to out local TV news station.
�1 1 must commend whoever was
Sincerely yours,
(-2would
responsible. for. the Senior Citizens
Mary Smith Griffin,
complex. Such a wonderful thing for people
604 Mercer St.,
in their golden years. Something within
Albany, N.Y. 12208.
Sugar and Spice
Women, as any man can tell you, are a
mixed blessing. And every women is a
different mix.
Some are like beer. They slake your
thirst, but make you feel a bit logey, and
you wind up with a headache. Others are
like an 8 to I martini: cold, very dry, and
they hit you right between the eyes.
This is an interesting -metaphor, but I
think I'll pursue it some other day. Like
when Women's Lib has crumbled back into
a cringing sounding -board for male egos.
Don't hold your breath waiting for that
column.
Anyway, there I was, living the happy,
blissfully peaceful, sordid life of a guy who
is 'batching it. Newspapers all over the
floor, ash -trays looking like Mount
Vesuvius; dishes in the sink piled so high I
couldn't see the taps. Cosy, like.
My wife seemed to be so fascinated by
her grandson that I thought this idyllic
existence might go on for months. I'd make
a duty call every second night or so, and, as
a. matter of course, ask her if she missed
me. "No", she'd reply cheerfully.
One night I got --carried away, and told
her that I missed.her. Ah, fatal error. "You
do?", she chirruped.
"Yeah. Well, you know. It's not the
same without you," thinking of the facts: a
pile of soiled socks; down to my last shirt,
the one with the peekaboo look where the
seams are ripped; nothing but TV (ecccch!)
dinners for the last four days.
She took another, romantic meaning,
and it didn't help whehA lidded, in .jest,
"Yep, and I'm sick of that big,'strapping
blonde I had to hire to do the housework.
Maybe she's only 28, but I think that
bosom of hers is practically obscene. She
should be in burlesque."
My wife was home on the next bus. It
didn't seem to help her normally furious
disposition that I was out curling when she
arrived..
She was completely unsympathetic when
I got home at midnight and explained the
hour by telling her that, I'd had to go
through the usual exchange of chewing
gum, inanities and recipes for cheap wine
that we male curlers have to put up with
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after each game.
She was reading a book when I came in
Dangerous sign. "Hello, Bill", without
looking up. Icicles. Proffered kiss was
offered a forehead. Then the dam broke.
The -deluge began as a low, penetrating
monotone, and built up into something
closely akin to a fire siren.
"How can you be so filthy?" This was
the theme of the ensuing monologue,
during which your faithful servant stood
around with rosebud mouth and baby blue
eyes agape, an innocent and a broad.
Now, look. There wasn't a dirty dish in
sight (though she did find some in the
cellar -way.) I'd run the carpet sweeper
over a couple of dirty -grey spots on the
rug. I have no sense of smell, so how could
I know that the whole joint smelled like a
cat -house? I hadn't made the bed for three
weeks, but, hell, we changed our. sheets
only once a month in prison cap. So,
O.K., her plants were dead, but who can
think of watering plants when his mind is
filled with anguish of the human race and
whether or not the Leafs are going to make
the playoffs?
What am I supposed to do, just because
her feet go "Squish, squish", when she
walks around the kitchen floor? It never
bothered me. I wore my toe -rubbers.
Dust? What dust?as she writes her name
on the coffee table.
Beer bottles? What beer bottles?
They're all down the cellar except 'those
three on the counter.
I was pretty hurt and disappointed, I can
tell you. I had sweated and slaved and torn
my guts out for at least twenty minutes,
sprucing up the place so she wouldn't have
a mess to come home to.
I didn't make that mess behind the
downstairs toilet and then pull the toilet -lid
cover down to hide it. The cat did.
I didn't break that saucer in her favorite
coffee set. The cat did.
1 didn't put that burning hole in the rug.
It was the cat. He was smoking a cigar -butt
he'd. picked up on the street.
My wife is the type who has the .kitchen
floor so clean you can eat off it. So, who
wants to eat off the kitchen floor? -
From My
The topic of this discourse is bathrooms,
something of which you can never have too
many I've learned.
The present Keller abode is equipped
with two of these contraptions, and a
four -piece collection on the first floor and
the other a two-piece helpmate on the'
second floor. .
The family consist] of five persons - two
females (one young and'me) and three
males, one very young, one newly adult
and one oldstet.1,
One would assume that five people could
satisfactorily schedule the time for two
bathrooms so that everyone's needs could
be met. Not so. And the crux of the
problem seems to be with the youngest
female in the household, our teenaged
daughter. 1.
For years I've been hearing stories of
what it is like to have a teenaged daughter -
bathroom -wise. And so we decided to
head -off the problem. We decided to
position'a bathroom next to her bedroom
and to turn over that bathroom almost
exclusively to her.
So it is that our daughter has taken
possession of the bathroom on the second
floor. There is a sink and a vanity where
she can primp and preen until the cows
come home. But alas, that bathroom has no
bathtub or shower... and therein is the
bind.
There is a theory now in our modest
home that our teenaged girl must be one of
the world's rare people who can manage to
tie up two bathrooms at one time. It is true.
If you find her situated in one bathroom,
you usually arrive at the door of the other
one just as she slams it in your face.She's
like a streak of lightening betweefr
bathrooms... and -it is wearing on the
nerves of some male members of the
household.
OoeWoAally�there is a crisis situation of
a most delicate type. Suffice it to say that
when the time is right, there is no way this
call of nature can be avoided.
Just what does one do wheit.one cannot
.find an empty bathroom?
That was the dilemma today...glily we
Window
had two rushing emergencies at the same
time, a severe time limit and no av*lable
facilities. What's the solution?
Suggestion was put forth by the head of
the house that the family explore once
more the advantages of a pail by the
furnace ... and the two-holer in the
backyard.
I remember thosepnd I'm sure most of
you do too. The pail was the winter -time
convenience and the little house behind the
rose bush was the summer -time hideq4k`�
Occasionally there was a rush on mese
facilities as well, but most generally there
was not, simply because there was no
tie-up for washing panti-hose and tweezing .
eye -brows and shaving underarms. They
were used solely for daily
meditations... and between -time
brush -ups... and they offered solitude and
peace of an unusually deep and meaningful
kind.
I'm certain that many ecological btiffs
privies would turn up around the
.countryside in too great numbers. There -
are those, of course, who would argue that
an outdoor toilet is still less hazardous to
the environment than improperly installed
plumbing, but few would dispute that
indoor plumbing adequately piped and
vented, is the most desirable.
I guess to avoid those agonizing lineups
at our house, we're going to have to find a
more modern solution than the ones
suggested by my husband, but the thought
of undistrubed reading cubicles rests
heavily on my mind. Surely modern
bathrooms must be improved in design to
give this time-honored measure of
relaxation to all.
Maybe the answer isn't more fixtures,
but rather individual rooms for special
purposes. MaXbe the day of two -fold and
three -fold use bathrooms is coming to a
not -a -minute -too -soon end.
Maybe what we require is not another
sink or another toilet or another tub but a
relocation of the present apparatus... more
spread -out approach.
Expensive? Perhaps. But who can put a
Price on solitude?
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FEBRUARY 17th, 1899
About 11 o'clock Friday- night, the fire
alarm'Was sounded.. Flames were Issuing
from the roof of Hick's Hotel. The building
being of frame, it was impossible to save it.
Mr. Kling, the present proprietor, had 'n
insurance of $2,800 on it.
Kruse Bros., masons of Egmondville,
have already secured a large number of
contracts.
The Broadfoot and Box Furniture Co.
have just received another large order for
furniture from the Old Country.
d Miss -Nettie Wilson of town, has,been
offered and has accepted a scholarship of
free tuition at a school in Worcestef,
Mass.
. Mrs. M. Y. McLean of town met with a
painful accident. She was standing on a
step ladder, and lost her footing and in
falling fractured .her shoulders.
The following are ticketed to distant
points. by Wm. Somerville: Mr. Godkin to
North Dakota; Miss Donovan of Seaforth to
Saginau, Mich. and W.D.Stewart to St.
Paul to Chicago.
A real old fashioned tea meeting will be
held in Egmondville Church in the near
future.
George Patterson and H. J. Punchard
were in Toronto this week attending the
Grand Lodge of the Ancient Order of
United Workman.
Mrs. John Fleurscheictz of Egmondville,
passed away on Wednesday.
Miss Nellie Devereaux, left to resumer `
her former position id Toronto.
Dr. Agnew of Londesboro, left to pursue
his studies in Germany.
Edward Ryckman of Chiselhurst had a
horse killed by a kick from another horse.
FEBRUARY 15, 1924
The auction sale of Wm. Staples, on the
11th concession of McKillop,was the
record, sale of the season. Staples stock was
in good condition. Thos. Brown of Seaforth
wielded the hammer and he hasn't any
superiors in the game. The total sale
realized $3,400,
Some of the farmers in Tuckersmith are
now getting a supply of ice stored away for
the coming season.
The many friends of A.T.Scott of .
Brucefield are, sorry to hear that he had the
misfortune to fall and break his leg above '
the knee.
The carnival held on the Zurich rink was
largely attended and many unique
costumes were worn by the skaters. Zurich
band furnished the music.
Elmer Detweiler has purch#sed the
Fisher farm at Kippen, which is now being
worked by Wren Bros.
Mrs. Bertha Bell of Hensall has been in
Toronto attending the Millinery 'openings.
The February meeting of the officTaI
board of the Methodist Church was held. A
committee was appointed to look into the
matter of having a memorial tablet put up
in the church in memory of the young men
who fell in the Great War. Four young men
were appointed for the quarter to receive
the offering: Murray Savauge, Willie
Barber, Alvin Sillery and Walter Hoegy.
The annual congregational meeting of
Egmondville Church was held with a good
attendance. The Board of Management is
composed of James Howatt, W.D.Smith,
John Elgie, John McCaa, Angus Murray,
R. Coleman, Robert McKay, Arthur
Routledge, Harry Tyndall, Roger Rice. The
pastor .is Rev. W.D.McDonald, B.A.
For'the conveience of the community the
Bell Telephone has placed an
announcement board in the window of their
office on Main St. Manager. M.J.Habldrk
invites any person to make use of the
board... ,
FEBRUARY 18,1949
Fire completely destroyed the large barn
at the farm of Gordon Elliott, near
Leadbury. Also lost in the fire were 48
pigs, three cows, a large number of hens,
some implements and a large quantity of
hay and grain.
Rev. D. Glenn Campbell, Minister. of
First Church, Seaforth, told of the
significance of St. Valentine's Day in an
address before theLions Club.
A pleasant evening was spent at the
home ofMr. and Mrs. Duncan Cooper,
Kippen, when they entertained a number
of their friends on the occasion of their 12th
wedding anniversary. They were presented
with a gift of linen by those present.
There passed away Daniel Smith,
formerly of the Zurich district and one of
the oldest persons in the community. His
son, Chester L. Smith is the publisher of the
Zurich Herald. '
One of the most highly respected and
faniliar business men on Main St.
Malcolm McKellar, this week commenced
his forty-second year in which he has
served the public at the Canadian National
Express Co. He learned the business from
Wm. Somerville, who has retired.
W.L.Mellis of Kippen, left on Friday for
Detroit to attend the funeral of his brother,
John Mellis . At one time Mr. Mellis was
connected with the Huron Expositor.
Joseph Dayman of Kippen is driving a
new Mercury car. He traded his De Sota in
the deal. ~
Mrs. F.S.Brugger of town,' left for
•``Montreal where she will visit for a time.
.I.A.Stewart of town was in Toronto
attending the Men's Wear Association
Mrs. Annie Somerville, well known
Seafotth resident, observed her 90th
birthday on Feb. 18th. Mrs. Somerville,
despite her advanced yebfs, enjoyed good
health.
Geo. Tanner of Kippen, who has been
acting as head herdsman at Jarroti Bros.
farm, has resigned to accept another
position at Innerkip and Idaves March,la ,
We are pleased to see Thos. Purcell of
McKillop who underwent a major
operation in Pondon is. making a
satisfactory recovery.
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