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Feeding ants-Americanism
Many American's seem terribly
offended lately about the ill-feeling
toward their country expressed in other
nations.
Some Americans living in Toronto were
recently interviewed in a newspaper and
the biggest complaint they had was the
anti-American feeling they met, It was not
on a personal basis they said, but toward
their country,
After the events of the last couple of
months, it's a cinch the situation isn't
going to improve. First there was the
surtax on imports and the resulting chaos
in the world economic situation. Next was
the problem of seating China in the
United Nations. Then came the American
Senate's vote which killed the foreign aid
bill. And finally there is the Amchitka
atomic test which, although opposition
has been heavy both within and without
his country, President Nixon has decided
to go ahead with.
The Americans shouldn't really be
blamed for the surtax, because, after all
they have to look out for their own needs.
They can be blamed for the way they
have been using the surtax as a blackmail
measure to get the upperhand in dealings
with our country. Blackmail isn't an
endearing activity.
The U.S, was also making a point in the
UN debates on China and they were right
to a certain extent, There should be a
place to Formosa in the UN, but it is not
in the seat given to China.
The opponents who defeated the
foreign aid bill had a point when they said
they wanted to defeat the bill so they
could re-examine all programs and make
sure they were necessary. Certainly there
must be a lot of waste in the program
which has been going for 25 years, and
growing for 25 years.
But there is no excuse in the Amchitka
blast.
What can really be gained by the blast?
After 25 years of testing, surely the
American scientists know just about as
much about such blasts as they need to
know,
What can be lost? The west coast of
North America.
Sure, probably it won't happen, but
who can guarantee it won't? If the test
goes off with no *mediate bad effects,
the President will rub his hands and say "I
told you so."
But that makes about as much sense as
placing one bullet in a revolver, spinning
the chamber, pulling the- trigger and
saying "See there's no danger", if the gun
doesn't go off. Sooner or later the gun
will go off if you keep pulling the trigger.
And sooner or later something has to go
wrong if we keep exploding bombs which
cause as much disruption as an
earthquake.
But President Nixon seems to be
thumbing his nose at the rest of the world
and saying, "I can get along without any
of you."
It's like a little boy who goes around
hitting all the other boys in the face, then
wondering why they don't like him.
Vital U.S. Soviet pact
In a world where gloomy news reports
seem to be well ahead of good tidings, it is
heartening to find that the United States
and the Soviet Union have signed a vital
new treaty. It is aimed at ,preventing
accidental war.
If by accident a nuclear weapon should
be fired, the agreement calls for prompt
consultation, and the country responsible
for firing the missile would take all
measures to render the weapon harmless.
At the same time, Washington and
Moscow signed a pact establishing a faster
hot-line by using satellites.
For billions of people who know of the
Mind pollution
Some years ago the American writer
and wit, Don Marquis, theorized that
boredom with the welfare state and the
affluent society would soon drive people
back to barbarism. Listen to any newscast
today, scan the papers, watch television or
the movies and it seems fairly obvious
that we are fast reaching that stage of
retrogression. We live with violence every
day and it's doing something dreadful to
the psyche. We've developed an immunity
to shock, a tortoise shell against
compassion. Famine in Pakistan is too
remote; war and massacre have left us
numb,
It is a matter of statistical record that
out of 10 dramatic sequences 41 television
designed for children, three are opehly
violent. In addition 71 percent of
children's programs have at least one
violent scene, many of them involving the
use of weapons. Even more startling is the
fact that little or no serious damage ever
results. The violence is part of the game.
existence of many thousands of nuclear
warheads, below the seas, in the air and
on the ground, such new pacts are very
real signs of hope for mankind. We have
lived in the grim shadow of nuclear
warfare for too long already, and at last
there are definite indications of change on
the horizon.
The mood of detente between the two
super-powers is a great step forward. It
means that the kind of confrontation,
nuclear or otherwise, that would draw
humanity into still another world war,
today seems to be out of the question.
—contributed.
It is condoned and becomes an acceptable
problem solver. Is it any wonder then that
it spills over into the nation's behaviour
patterns in our streets and parks and even
our homes? Are we bringing up a
generation of insensitive, brutalized
human beings to whom violence on TV
and in the world at large are much the
same?
The answer is probably 'yes' and 'no'.
'Yes' from those likely to be affected by
watching dramatized violence, 'no' from
those young people who sing peace songs
and refuse to be part of the national
savagery that drops jellied gas bombs on
defenceless people.
However, we cannot risk one child
being infected by the violence he or she
watches on television or movies. A
campaign against this type of mind
pollution is needed just as urgently as the
campaign against the pollution of our
environment. —contributed.
It happens to everyone, Bill
Sombre November
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BY LUCY K. WOODS
October has been a beautiful warm month.
Lucy enjoyed sitting outside more than during the past summer or
in 1970. One day Carl prevailed upon her to go for a drive in the car
to see the houses which have been erected in Bayfield during the
past four years - probably in another decade she wouldn't reeognize
the village where she has lived all her life.
Then after a tour around most streets, she was driven up the old
trail to the Clinton road and on up hill and down dale on the
Bayfield Line.
The colouring was so beautiful. The golds and reds of the maples,
birch, etc. seemed to crowd in on one going past Jowett's bush. How
narrow it seemed, but Luey recalls that it was worse in the
horse-and-buggy days. Two horse-drawn vehicles couldn't pass. So
when one got to the turn where a big beech tree bore a religious text
exhorting the sinner to be saved, one looked, or at night listened for
a buggy or cutter and then urged the horse through the narrow
terrain to the wider approach to Fraser's Creek.
Not since 1960 have we had such a beautiful autumn. And no one
need go out of Huron County in search of anything better.
Thus it happened in Thanksgiving week that Miss Carrie Dixon,
Canon and Mrs. Paull were out driving about to see the beauty spots.
On their way from Benmiller to Auburn, they spotted three very
large birds on top of an elm tree. Miss Dixon who is a member of the
Brantford Nature Club ( a former president) got out her binoculars
and identified them as Turkey Buzzards. Farther along the road they
saw three more which had been feeding on a dead skunk which had
been run over.
Turkey buzzards have a wing spread up to six feet. They are black
with small red heads (bare except for a few bristolly hairs, and in the
young black in colour). They have large strangly- hooked bills with
open nostrils. Their rather long toes, the back one elevated, are
weakly hooked thus preventing them from hanging on to prey. They
are therefore scavengers and serve a useful purpose in devouring
carrion.
They may be seen soaring gracefully at great heights by making
use of the wind currents. Their wings are held above the horizontal
in a wide V, thus distinguishing them in flight from the bald-headed
eagle whose wings are held horizontally.
In Canada they are found in southern Ontario in a V-shaped area
made by a line drawn from Parry Sound to the western part of Lake
Ontario and also through the southern prairie provinces, B.C., to
Comox on Vancouver Island.
The female is the larger bird. She builds no nest but lays two
yellowish white eggs with irregular brown spots and sometimes
lavender tint, under logs, rocky crevices or caves. These she
incubates in from 30-41 days and feeds young by regurgitation.
Carl thinks that perhaps the reason there are not so many as in his
young day is the lack of carrion. When an animal died years ago it
was dragged to the bush where its bones were picked clean. Now
dead beasts are sold for fertilizer.
About 60 years ago an elm tree on the fourth concession, Stanley,
reputed to be the tallest in the area, about half a mile south from
Carl's farm was struck by lightning. Being hollow it burned for a
long time before the huge trunk fell over. A turkey buzzard decided
that this was a good spot in which to hatch. Of course the young
men of the neighbourhood knew all about it.
Earl Collins who was living in Tuckersmith at that time was in the
area and decided to crawl in and look at the eggs or young. As he
approached the female regurgitated.- The stench was such that he lost
no time in getting out again!!!
Carl also told Lucy that Earl Collins was wonderful with bees. A
swarm of bees' had located in one of the outer walls of the Henry
Diehl residence and the honey began dripping down the inside wall.
So they sent for Earl Collins. He cut out some boards and reached in
for the honey combs. Only One bee stung him on the finger when he
pinched it in trying to break off a bit of cone. He was trying to find
the Queen bee. The workers were crawling all over him but did not
sting him. One angry bee stung Carl although he was away back by
the gate.
Another time the honey bees swarmed on an apple bough in the
orchard. They telephoned for Earl Collins. He drove over with the
car, cut off the bough, wrapped it in a sheet and drove off
nonchantly with the bees buzzing around in the car.
And speaking of honey bees in this last week in October they are
still swarming over a veritable hedge of French marigolds at "The
Hut". Lucy counted as many as five on one plant, And the Monarch
butterflies and some moths were sampling them as well as the
delphinium.
Lucy was not pleased with the over friendly attention of
mosquitoes which left their marks on her, The dragon flies buzzed
about but kept their distance.
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We've just been through a
perfect late fall weekend in these
parts. The sort of weather we'd
been waiting for all summer, and
which refused to arrive.
But the weather was the only
thing that was perfect. The rest
of the weekend was a comedy of
errors.
My wife had lost her glaeses.
She can see about 18 miles, but
has trouble with the Small print.
So I *as volunteered on a
beautiful Saturday afternoon,
when I had planned to get in a
last game of golf, to drive 75
miles round trip, with her, to the
optometrist.
For an eye examination? Oh,
no, she could have obtained a
prescription from the doctor.
No, Merely so that she could
choose trebles for the darn'
things that would enhance her
beauty.
She had explained that the
optometrist was closed on
Wednesday afternoons, and that
since I was free on Saturday,
there Was ho reason I couldn't
drive her yak yak yak.
Just before we left she
Wondered Whether she should
call to make sure he was open. I
stared at the Idea, "Don't be
silly., If he closes Wednesday
afternoon, he'll be open
Saturday, Especially with all
that out-of-town business," So
the didn't.
I mellowed a bit on the way,
with the sun smiling on 'a world
of magnificent colour. But I'd
still rather have been six other
places,
We got there, parked, walked
to the store and — you grabbed
it— he was eloeed.
Tee minutes later we were et
the curt recrimination point, and
20 minutes after that we were
laughing as we lumbered oft' on
the home journey,
Arrived chez nous and the
house was like'an oven. We'were
bickering about who had turned
the thermostat up to 75 (it was
75 outside), when a sepulchral
voice from above informed us
that our only begotten son had
arrived, taken a shower, and
turned on the heat to avoid a
chill. He's the same character
who Will Walk around in his bare
feet in winter,
Following a long-distance call
of a few days before, we had
half-expected him, along with
his kid sister. Half, because you
never know With them.
However, Old Fuss-Boots had
decided we should stock up with
grub, just hi ease. We hadn't all
been together for about eight
months. So we went all out: a
turkey, a big roast, wine; all
sorts of goodies, The freeter was
bulging with meat.
Kiwi •didn't come. When his
mother asked Hugh what he
Would like Tot dinner, and
rhymed off the delicacies, he
answered calmly that he was a
vegetarian and had brought his
own little packet of brawn rice.
There are times When it's hard
to keep your temper, but we
Managed. By the time we'd
Sorted this out, coolly, we had a
desultory dinner of boiled
brown rice for him, Kentucky
fried chicken for us.
But fate still had a facile,
fickle ringer for us. Hugh had
come home to get away from
the city, see the glory of fall
foliage, walk in the woods and
on the lonely beach. He woke up
Sunday morning, stretched his
heck, and had a muscle spasm.
This is 4 thing that sets your
neck over on one shoulder and
gives you a foretaste of hell if
you try to turn your head.
Spent most of Sunday,
another perfect day, trying to
find the local chiropractor at his
carefully concealed cottage 10
miles from town, and thereafter
slapping hot tOwels On Hugh's
neck. He could see only the
foliage on one side of the road,
as we drove.
Home to Mama, and the last
blow had fella', The freezer
compartment of the fridge
wasn't working. And it was
loaded with meat. All of which
was rapidly getting limp.
The meat is in the neighbours'
freezer, Hugh's neck is slightly
better, and, at time of writing,
it's another beautiful day in
which I have been Chained, first,
in an institution, and second, to
my typewriter. Tomorrow,
everything will be baek to
normal,
And it'll snow.
The TV wedge
People who write newspaper
columns are assumed to have
answers to almost everything,
though they may be mental
basket cases, and it would
surprise you, I'm sure, how
often readers write in for advice.
I often to try to dodge an
answer, being in a perpetual
quest for them myself, but on
occasion it is irresistible.
Here, for example, is a letter
that concerns the effect of
excessive television viewing in
family life.
The woman writer gives me a
humorous account of the nightly
debates and arguments in her
nest that are caused by the
differing viewing tastes of all
parties.
"From the moment we sit
down after dinner there is
disagreement on which program
to watch," she explains, "and
sometimes we argue right
through until the late movie,"
How, she wondered, was this
domestic problem solved in our
house?
My reply to the lady, which I
now realize was unforgivably
flippant, was to suggest that
anybody who watches that
much television is in imminent
danger of turning into a
vegetable and that the problem
Might resolve itself by so
deadening any values of
selectivity or discernment that
the family 'eventually will took
at almost anything, including
their navels, with complete
passivehess and detachment.
This could solve their problem
and ruin their lives unless, of
course, they'd prefer to
Withdraw from the human race.
It was only after /nailed
my reply that I chanced on a
, much more sensible and
scientific approach which, while
it does not solve the situation, at
least demonstrates what we're
up against out here in the wastes
of Televisionland.
The warning is contained in
an article by Or, Joust A. M.
Meerloos, the noted psychiatrist
and social psychologist, who has
decided that "the technical box
of Pandora has unleashed forces
that man can no longer control,"
Dr. Meerloos sees television as
a wedge that's being driven
between parents and their
children and you don't need to
be a psychiatrist with a funny
name to see that.
According to this authority,
automatic, lifeless tools have
come to subStitute for the
parental function of taking care
and giving affectioh and,
visualizing a home such as that
of my correspondent, be saw in
it "little true exchange of
affectioh, little warmth, little
kissing, little spirited
conversation," a place in which
"words serve merely as a
medium for commands*"
As I read that I was thinking
of a neighbor of mine who, with
his entire family, is really,
completely, hopelessly hooked
on television.
One night recently the set
broke down or burned out from
sheer exhaustion. He confessed
to me that it was a harrowing
experience. They were all
embarrassed and ill at easewith
each other, having forgotten
how to communicate. Finally, in
panic, one of the children turned
on the radio, cranked up the
volume, and they all sat there
looking at the radio.
It was the father, as you may
have guessed, who passed on to
me Dr, Meerloos' report.
Television, as Alfred
Hitchcock has recently pointed
out, has now became like an
automatic toaster. You press a
button and the same thing
always pops up.
The trouble is, I think, that
few of us have realized it, that
we constantly hope that, if we
wait long enough, the toast will
come up angel-food cake and, in
fact, once in a long while it does,
But the rest is dreary, clobbering
... .
15 YEARS AGO
The Clinton New Era
November 3, 1896
Clinton Knitting Co, is closing
its branches and concentrating
upon work in the head office.
Several farmers in the area,
including J. Schwante, J.
Middleton and P. Rowelifte, are
planting "silk trees," Much silk
used is fibte silk, made from the
foliage of certain trees. If the
industry grows, probably the
Clinton knitting Co. will enlarge
the plant here and begin the
manufacture of silk stockings.
55 YEARS AGO
The Clinton New Era
Noivrnber 2,1916
3„ H. Taxman, the Ontario
Street garagemari, has enlarged
his building and is busy finishing
it up before winter sets in.
Charlie Ham, the Baron
Street laundryman, has had an
electric light placed outside the
door.
Miss Mabel Aiigtrelehe, Port
Colbourne, takes a position as
clerk at the GTII, freight sheds.
R. Graham, local agent for
Overland cars, has sold seven
cars this fall. The new owners
are 0. P. MeTaggart, W. J. It,
Holmes, J. Harland, Wes Stevens,
to the senses, habit-forming, full
of false and sickly attitudes to
life and, worst of all, a
completely painless narcotic. Its
total effect is a kind of negation
of living for all ages, all
mentalities.
Ideally a family should do
without it entirely and yet there
are always things coming along
— always out of the prime-time
hours — that are magnificent.
Where I live, for example, we
can get the programming of the
U.S. Public Service Television
and, unlikely though it may
seem, coming from south of the
border, it is both a joy and an
education.
About all you can do is to
work out some sort of
compromise such as we've tried
with moderate success at our
place, The rules call for both gals
to select one show apiece per
night when their homework is
done unless, of course, there's
something extra that I think
they ought to see.
I'd be a great big fibber if I
said this eliminated all
arguments, but when I've the
will to enforce it we have some
remarkably pleasant evenings
looking at each other just like
teal, living people.
............... ,1Wh,
William Middleton, 3, Atkinsoe,
40 YEARS AGO
The Clinton News-Record
November 5,1931
It is hoped that all loyal
citizens will do their share in
seeing that the first
Remembrance Day is properly
observed oh Wednesday next by
joining in the public memorial
service, and the strict observance
of the two minute silence which
is by far the most significant
gesture associated with the
desire to do honour to the
The Impressions, a musical
group from the Exeter Reform
Church, supplied the music for a
Sunday Evening song service
arranged by the Christian
Reform Church of Clinton and
led by Dick Roorda.
The Huronia Male Chorus
from the Exeter area along with
chorus director, Mrs. Carffrey,
aecompanted by Mrs. Wildfong,
piano; provided the program for
Family Night,
The chorus of 20 men
blended their voices for a very
enjoyable hour of music, singing
several request numbers. Mr.
Charles Godbolt, a member of
Memory of those men who made
the supreme sacrifice for their
country and Empire.
25 YEARS AGO
The Clinton News-Record
November 7, 1946
Clinton Btarich No. 140,
Canadian Legion, has taken a
definite forward step in the
purchase of the A. W. Anderton
residence on Ontario Street, just
east of Wells Auto Electric, for
use as a permanent home for the
branch.
the original Huronia Chorus
thanked those taking part on
behalf of the residents.
Rev, Youmatoff of Bayfield
led a lively sing-a-long at the
program and tea on Wednesday
afternoon sponsored by the
Kinette Club of Clinton,
Kinettes, Barbara Norman, Mary
Helen Clifford, Carol Bowker,
Pat Mann, Carol Finch and
pianist Crystal Jewitt were
responsible for the afternoon's
activities and assisted the
residents to the auditorium. Mrs.
Jane Young expressed the
appreciation of the residents.
15 YEARS AGO
The Clinton News-Record
November 1, 1956
Two black cats accompanied
by three stately ladies visited the
News-Record shop last night.
10 YEARS AGO
The Clinton News-Record
November 3, 1961
Hallowe'en went off fairly
quiet in the area, although
provincial police report a
number of occurrences, however
nothing of serious nature. Even
fires seemed placed where they
could do little harm.
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