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Editorial comineitt
Worlds apart cry for community
Astronomers tell us we live in a
world within worlds,
Politicians, however, would tell us
we live in "worlds" within the world.
Politi cs— international, national,
provincial and municipal—are built
on that premise. each "world"
endeavors to sustain itself
independently with as little external
influence as possible.
Only culturally are we moving
positivelytowards establishment of a
global community. Mention trade and
commerce: the politicians wax
eloquent and the money-changers and
black-marketeers rub their hands
GNP W-h-a-t?
Something called the "Gross
National Product" has become a
cherished statistic of economists,
even more so of politicians, probably
because it tends to become larger
every year.
GNP is an estimate of a nation's
total output of goods and services,
valued in its own currency.
Canada's 1971 GNP has been
announced as $92.13 billion, an
astronomical figure, quite close in
fact to the mean distance in mil I ion-
mi les between earth and sun. It is up
9.1 per cent from 1970, which was 7.5
per cent over 1969. •
If rising GNP is a prosperity
indicator, which some people think it
is, these figures should cause
gratification.
But others are sceptical about GNP,
or at least the way we interpret it.
Statistics Canada credits over a third
together in anticipation of the profit
that is sure to follow, Meanwhile,
mankind suffers.
Nothing will change until we see
ourselves as individual members of a
global community with basic
responsibilities embracing all
people, regardless of their color,
religion, nationality or politics,
The resources of Canada—natural
and human—should be shared on a.
reciprocal basiswith all countries of
the world with much less political
squabbling and economic
philandering. Only then will we be able
to begin to bui ldthe best of all possible
worlds.—Contributed.
of last year's gain to "price
increases," that very inflation so
generally conceded to be a bad thing.
Far from signalling a boom in the
Canadian economy, this rising GNP
the last two years has been
accompanied by factory shutdowns,
increasing unemployment, a definite
recession in the Atlantic provinces
and pockets of poverty elsewhere.
Beyond doubting that GNP measures
prosperity, looms an even more
disturbing thought. Suppose we are
reading it wrong way to?
Can it be that increasing GNP
actually tallies the amount by which
we are consuming our natural
resources faster than we can replace
them and, combined with similar
processes in other nations, is
measuring the rate at which we are
speeding toward world economic
disaster?—Contributed.
Parents should quit smoking
Since evidence of the harmful
effects of cigarette smoking is
overwhelming, should it be legal to
manufacture and sell them? Lots of
people think not But pause a moment,
When liquor was banned in the early
1920's bootleggers grew rich on the
increased consumption,
The same thing would happen today
if cigarettes were prohibited. Illegal
manufacturers would simply go
underground and get wealthy while the
death rate from smoking would rise
like a sales graph.
Society cannot prohibit a person
from taking his own I ife—suicide was
recently taken out of the Criminal
Code—and we .have seen what
prohibition does. So, in the case of
cigarettes, it seems that people will
continue to follow the path of disaster,
However, we can protect our
children from this evil: Better
policing of the law regarding the sale
of tobacco to minors is needed. This
might mean more prosecutions of
vendors, but more in-home examples
of abstinence is a must.'
Anyone with a lung problem as a
result of being hooked on tobacco can
fill you in on its merits as a pacifier.
Dancing fools
"Something almost instinctive
drew me to the most handsome
woman at the party. Watching her
across the room I'd that feeling,
as the lyrics of the old song go,
that we'd met before—but who
knows where or when? And,
clearly, it was reciprocal.
Several times I fielded her
appraising glance.
Finally, summonsing my three
ounces of raw courage, I asked
her to dance. She fell naturally
into my arms, as if she'd been
there many times before. 1 heard
her soft voice in my ear.
"One-two, three-four," she
whispered. "One-two, three-
four."
And, gallantly, whispered,
hack: "One-two, three-four. One-
two, three-four "
"Jack!" she cried.
"Molly!" I cried,
It took us back like an arrow to
the golden years of the Embassy
Hall and Mr. Gurney's classes in
ballroom dancing, guaranteed to
make or break you in the
terpsichorean social graces.
We were, on the average, sweet
16. We were united, some two
dozen of us, by the common bond
of misery. One way or the other
we were all misfits, hoping that a
mastery of the fox trot and the
waltz at 50 cents a lesson would
open at least a crack in life's
door.
Everyone was locked in the iron
grip of shyness. Everyone was
either too fat or too thin, a strange
herd of bean-poles and butter-
balls cast together in the dream-
like wish of becoming Fred
Astaires or Ginger Rogers.
I was there, myself, as a two-
time loser in the rat-race for
popularity.
Charles Atlas' promise to
transform me from a 60-pound
weakling into a bronzed Adonis
had failed, miserably, Ab Hines'
promise to make me the master of
a gigantic Spanish guitar' and in
constant demand had given me
some of the muscles that Atlas
never gave me, but little else.
Mr. Gurney was, I felt, my last
hope.
He was a wiry, intense little
man with a pencilled moustache
above thin lips and a frustration
that brought him constantly to the
lip of hysteria.
The sight of his awkward squad
shuffling disconsolately about the
waxed floor would cause his voice
to rise to a thin scream. "Dance,
you idiots! Dance!" he would cry,
leaping up and down in livid anger.
His wife sat with an upright
piano seemingly in her lap, an
enormous woman draped in folds
of flesh. Her hands were like
starfish, sparkling with imitation
diamonds. The chords of "Tea
For Two" came like thunder
'cross the bay.
When Mr. Gurney's ire would
reach apoint of maniacal fury he
would grasp Mrs. Gurney about
her ample waist and they would
twirl madly about the floor to
demonstrate how ridiculously
simple it all really was.
Once, when Mrs, Gurney went
down, shaking the Embassy
Ballroom to its foundations, Mr,
Gurney turned from her and
strode angrily away, holding his
forehead with his hand as if
suffering the final humiliation. It
was wonderful for our morale.
The classes fell into two
distinct phases.
The first four or five lessons
consisted of us looking down at
our feet, moving painstakingly
through the steps Mr. Gurney had
shown us, and counting aloud.
The over-all effect was of some
tribal rite of mourning, the heads
all bowed, the drone of the
toneless counting a half beat
behind Mrs. Gurney's shaking
piano.
The subsequent lessons
consisted entirely of trying to
break us of this habit., "Look up!
Lookup, you idiots!" Mr. Gurney
would scream hoarsely, but we'd
learned our earlier lessons only
too well.
In self-defence we had
voluntarily paired off as
partners—all, that is, except the
two wretched extra boys who were
forced to dance together and were
always exchanging blows in the
outer corridor over who would
accept the feminine role,
My chosen one and I never
looked at each other as we slid
about woodenly at arm's length.
We never talked except to mumble
"Sorry" or "My fault." I would
solemnly gaze down over the
crinkly material of her shoulder
into the deep dimple•in her left
elbow, hypnotized.
• Molly still has the dimple, but
she's overcome the blight that
Mr. Gurney left on so many. I
could have danced all night.
Letters
to the
Editor
The Editor;
We are aware that directing
this letter to you does not follow
the customary procedure in
respect to matters of the type that
we are about to mention;
neverthelless, we think that this
will be of benefit, not .merely to
ourselves, but to the community
in general and youth in particular,
Knowing that your editorials often
endorse such projects, we have
taken the liberty of writing this
letter,
We are interested in starting a
soccer team which would he an
affiliate of the London league, In
order to do so, the following are
desperately needed;
A.) The names and addresses of
players in the Clinton vicinity who
would be willing to participate in a
venture of this type,
B.) Someone willing to coach the
fledgeling team.
C.) Sponsors who would be willing
tohelp us, (granted that the team
gets off the ground), to purchasb
uniforms, nets and halls.
D,)The general moral support of
the sports-minded people in this
and neighbouring communities,.
Thank you very kindly for
allowing us this space in your
newspaper. We are sure that the
publicity gained here will furnish
us with a team, a coach, the
required equipment and the
support of the sports enthusiasts
here.
Tony Van Dongen
and
Gurnos James,
P.S. Those interested in the
aforementioned are requested to
contact Mr. Tony Van Dongen,
482—'7588 or Mr. Gurnos James,
482-9638.
,Safety tips
The 3M Company produce
many reflective products that
contribute to traffic safety.
Their hundreds of other
products also include fire
fighting materials, says the
Ontario Safety League, and they
recently gave an impressive —
though unplanned —
demonstration of the
extinguishing power of their
Light Water foam.
A team was all set to
demonstrate at the RAF station,
Mildenhall, when a USAF Super
Sabre jet crash-landed and
caught fire a few hundred yards
away. The test team rushed over
in their truck and cut a
knockdown path to the cockpit
within five seconds of reaching
the fire. Ten seconds later,
after three sweeps with the foani,
the fire was 95 per cent
extinguished and the pilot
rescued. An English safety
magazine publishes a picture
showing the fuselage of the jet
fighter blackened yet still intact
as a result of the rapid
application of the foam.
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Cracked eggs and
Not too long ago, I wrote a
column suggesting what would
happen if housewives went on
strike. A long, intelligent and
often witty letter from Mason
Bailey, President of the Huron
County Federation of Agriculture
tells me bluntly that there is
another species in our society
which, if it went on strike, would
make a housewives' strike loOk
like a box luncheon.
Naturally, he is talking about
farmers. Farmers are like the
weather: everybody talks about
them but nobody does anything.
1:11 quote bits from his letter,
. and make some comments. He
asks tersely, "What if all the
farmers went on strike? . , Most
of 'society and the majority of
columnists seem to hay
forgotten that farmers continue t,
exist. And that is just what
farmers are doing! Existing! Net
farm income in Ontario has
dropped over 30 per cent in the
last three years, In 1971,
Canadian farmers received less
than ten per cent of the money that
Canadian consumers spent on
food."
Well, Mr. Bailey, accept
your figures, for a start. And they
certainly don't make me want to
plunge into farming with a 30,000
dollar mortgage and the prospect
of working 10 or 12 hours a day,
six days a week,
On the other hand, like all
figures, they can be misleading.
How many Canadian farmers
grow coffee, tea, fish, sugar,
pepper, peanut butter, oranges,
bananas and all the other items
that beef up our food bills?
Another of your points strikes a
sympathetic chord in rne, "I was
in a restaurant last week, The
menu Said one egg, 50c, Do you
know what farmers got for eggs
last Week? 22c a dozen for Grade
A large: 70 a dozen for cracks."
rich farmers
This is utterly ridiculous, and
somebody, obviously the farmer,
is being shafted. The only solution
I can see is to demand "cracks"
in restaurants, Which is probably
what we get in some places
anyway.
1 share completely your
burning wrath at restaurant
prices. And now let's sit back and
hear a howl of protest from the
restaurant owners, who are
starving to death, The average
one isn't, and works long hours
for a decent living. But those
room service prices in hotels
drive me right out of my skull.
$1.65 for a sandwich, $1.50 for a
pot of lukewarm coffee.
You go back to the war; when
sugar and butter were rationed
and otherwise honest people
would cheat, lie or steal to get
enough or more than enough. And
you say it would happen again if
farmers went on strike. I agree.
Some would, but a minority, in my
opinion. I think the farmers would
get a good deal of sympathy and
support, just as the coal miners
did in England, despite the
hardships their strike imposed on
millions.
In such an event, you suggest
that "Bootlegging food at inflated
prices would become as common
as drug peddling. The bootlegging
farmers would start to show a
profit. Sonie might even be able to
hire help at the minimum wage."
Surely, right there is one spot
where government could help—by
subsidizing farm Wages.
The government subsidizes
practically everything else that
even approaches work, Or simply
pays people non° work. Surely,
the next logical Step Would he to
Make farm work attractive,
financially, 'rather than paying
farmers not to grow grain, or
spuds, or Whatever, However, we
mustn't mention government and
logic in the same breath.
You mention something that
depresses me—that the average
age of farmers in Ontario is about
55, that not many young men can
start farming under today's
conditions, and that even if they
can, the liberated little woman
has other ideas. And you also
point out rather pungently that if
the average age of housewives
"Was 55 and no replacements
forthcoming, you would have
something to scream about."
You're right. The scream that
would echo across the land would
be apocalyptic.
Another point in your argument
is that corporations may take
over food production. "If wealthy
corporations ever replace the
family farm and hire organized
labour, there probably will he
food strikes." That is an
appalling thought.
Would that mean that I couldn't
buy one of those "chickens" that
taste no more like chicken than
my old running-shoes, unless you
plaster them with some synthetic
flavoring? Would it mean that I
couldn't buy any of that enriched
bread that tastes like wet
kleenex? Life just wouldn't be
worth living.
However, I agree with your
premise that the farmer has been
left sucking the hind teat in these
years of inflation, I think the chief
trouble Is the same as that of the
housewives: farmers are too
stubborn and individualistic to get
really organized. They should,
perhaps, setup their own coops,
processing, handling and sales
organisations. That, Of course,
would leave us with mobs of
unemployed tniddle-inen,
Put my heart is with you, chaps,
and will be even the next. time I
pick up a $1,49 a pound hunk of
steak, took at it wistfully, replace
it, and reach for the hamburg,
10 YEARS AGO
Thursday, April 4, 1962
Page and Steele, Toronto,
architects for the million dollar
vocational school addition to
Clinton District Collegiate
Institute are calling tenders:
Advertisements will appear in the
Daily Commercial News and the
The regular monthly song
service sponsored by the Clinton
Christian Reform Church and led
by Mr. Vanderenden was held in
the auditoriutn on Sunday evening.
Mr, Jake and Alice Roorda
assisted with the musical
numbers.
• Monday afternoon was the
scene of yet another Old TyMe
music session with an excellent
crowd on hand to listen to the
music provided by Norman Speir
on the violin and a guest, Mrs,
Flynn, playing the piano, Also
lending a hand with the program
was Mrs. Dale. Their co-
operation assistance was much
appreciated as it made the event
that much more enjoyable for
those in attendance.
The Clinton Kinettes served as
hostesses to about 80 residents on
Wednesday afternoon, A tea and
small lunch was first on the
agenda for the day, This was
immediately followed by a sing-
song with Miss Wiltse as the
leader and Christol Jewitt playing
the piano accompaniment, Other
Kinettes who helped With the
program wereJoyce Van Meson,
Carol Finch, t3ev Riley, Lori
Carey and RoxAnn brown.
Requests were taken so that
everyone would have a chance to
ask for his or her favourite song,
The program ended as Mrs.
Mabel Nickerson showed
London Free Press on April 5, 6
and 9. Closing date is April 30.
The dates for the massed band
tattoo in Clinton have been
changed said conductor George
Wonch on Monday. The two clay
program of parades and concert's
will be held June '8 and 9.
Eric Collins began his term as
appreciation and that of all the
other residents by saying a few
appropriate words of thanks,
The residents Of Huronview
were pleased to have visits last
week from the Kinettes, the
Salvation Army, and St. Joseph
Separate School of Clinton. A
representative from the Salvation
Army along with volunteer
helpers toured the home on
Wednesday afternoon and
presented treats and an easter
magazine to each resident,
Students from Grade 5 and 6 of St,
Joseph School presented treats
and Easter cards that were made
in class to the residents of the
Women's Bed Care and Special
Care on Thursday afternoon,
Father Kelly chaperoned the
students and also took them on a
tour of the home,
A Communion service was held
in the chapel on Thursday
morning conducted by Rev,
Wittich of Blyth United Church
assisted by Mr. Campbell
representing the session and
organist Mrs. BreWri,
The Junior Sunday School of
Clinton Penticostal led by Mrs,
Pocock entertained on Family
Night. The program included
vocal and instrumentals by Mrs.
Muth Colciough, Bob Whatt and
pianist Jean Glazier, A chorus
from the Sunday School sang
several numbers and led the
residents in a sing-a-long.
president of the Huron Fish and
Game Conservation Association
on Monday night, when all new
officers took over their duties.
15 YEARS AGO
Thursday, April 4, 1957
There has been a matter
foremost in the minds of a good
many citizens in Hayfield lately—
skunks. And if there is a
concerted effort on the part of
village trustees to exterminate
these "not-too-popular"
residents of our village, it will be
due to the courage of Mrs. George
Hopson who tramped this village
with a petition and took it to the
Stanley Township Council.
The Ladies' Auxiliary to the
Clinton Public Hospital met in the
Nurses' Residence on Monday
with a good attendance. The
secretary, Mrs. Les Rathbun
gave the minutes and Mrs, A. T.
McMurry stated that $241.85 had
been paid for furnishings for the
new rooms since the March
meeting.
25 YEARS AGO
Thursday, April 3, 1947
Murphy Bros., local garage
proprietors, have purchased the
building and property from T. C.
Proctor, located at the southeast
corner of Huron and Orange
Streets.
Goderich Lauzon Flyers are
still in there battling for the 01-1A
Junior "C" championship, the
only hockey team from this part of
the province left in any playdown,
Londesboro again was
snowbound for a few days last
week, Highway 4 was blocked
from Tuesday to Thursday and the
villagers were again without mail
for three days.
40 YEARS AGO
Thursday, April 7, 1932
The news of the death of Mayor
S. S. Cooper on Tuesday came as a
shock to most citizens, for while
it was known that he was in very
poor health, the seriousness of
his condition was not generally
known. Mr. Cooper was serving
his second term as Mayor at the
time of his death,
The town council met on
Monday and fixed the tax rate at
481 /2 mills, a reduction of 41 /2
mills, Council will look into the
matter of Street improvement,
Mrs, 'C. E. Dougan and Miss
Mary R. Stewart assisted in the
musical part of the anniversary
services at North Street United
Church, Goderich.
55 YEARS AGO
Thursday, April 5, 1917
The Doherty Piano Company,
for over a century the chief
industry of Clinton, has
reorganized and the new company
will be known as "Doherty Pianos
Ltd." The reorganization
meeting was held on Tuesday
when the following officers were
appointed: president, W. Jackson;
vice-president, H. R, Sharpe;
secretary, C. H. Ivey, London;
directors, the same three.
C. McKinnon, of Chicago
University, a former classical
master of C,C,I, is in town for the
vacation.
Charles T. Keller, formerly
organist of Willis Church here, is
now organist at Trinity Methodist
Church in Stratford.
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