The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1975-08-14, Page 4Although women's, liberation and its
offshoot bra burning have been popular
with the fairer sex in recent years, most
everyone around here knows that cows
have been liberated for years.
But, according to a recent news article,
cows on area dairy farms may be giving up
their liberation to wear giant bras.
Sound udderly ridiculous? No so. Ac-
cording to the news item, a company in
Conover Wisconsin is in the lingerie
business for cows.
The company. Franksville Specialty
Company,makes giant brassieres for milk-
ing cows and the cows, apparently, just
love wearing them.
President of the company, Mrs.
Dorothy Rice, whose father William Tamm
invented the bras 30 years ago, says the
bras keep the udders warm and help pre-
vent them from becoming hard and con-
gested.
A dairy science professor at Michigan
State University says a full udder can
weigh 75 or 80 pounds and is suspended by
just a few ligaments and skin. The bras,
which come in basic barnyard brown, make
cows more comfortable, induce them to
give more milk, and help prevent injuries
to sagging udders which are often stepped
on.
Directors of area fair boards should
take note, and add another class to their
dairy herd competitions--best dressed herd.
Clinton News-Record
Noise pollution
Why should Joe Wheels, driving a roar-
ing sports car or motorbike, be allowed to
bombard the ears of a peace-loving public?
Right now, he's within his rights. But he's
operating on borrowed time.
New federal/provincial anti-noise laws
are now in effect, or soon will be, as en-
vironmental ministries crack down on the
vroom-vroom offenders. In fact, all
gasoline-powered vehicles will be primary
targets of general noise control measures.
These will aim both to hush mechanical
equipment (particularly those super-loud
"mufflers" ! ) and curtail show-off driving
habits.
How can such laws be enforced? One
plan is to set up a portable meter, like an
aural radar trap, to record sound levels.
Noise-makers who exceed legal limits will
be summoned.
However, don't expect that such steps
Will suddenly bring idyllic quiet throughout
the land. To be practical, noise control
must be enforced by stages. For While all
new motors are due to conform to legal
specifications, older motors can't be
quieted without costly modifications.
Nevertheless, relief from irritating
traffic noise is in sight. Meantime, what
can be done now to reduce its main causes?
Drivers can be encouraged to avoid
jack-rabbit starts, And, wherever sound-
testing centres are available, drivers can
have their vehicles rated and take correc-
tive measures where indicated. Finally,
manufacturers of cars and accessories
should stop catering to the young drag-
racing, Indianapolis-style driver who
causes accidents, wastes fuel and shatters
eardrums.
The tragedy that faces hundreds of
millions of people throughout the world is
perhaps best described by the retiring chief
of the United Nations Food and Agriculture
Organization (FAO), Mr. Adeke Boerma
warned in Rome that a transformation in
the situation that would give everyone
enough food cannot be attained during the
next decade,
The World Food Council, meeting in
Rome in June, was told that about one ninth
of the world's population - or nearly 400,-
000,000 people - are either starving or
malnourished so seriously that they cannot
function.
Only last November, U.S. Secretary of
State Henry Kissinger had told the World
Food. Conference in Rome (which created
the World Food Council) that "within a
decade no child will go to bed hungry and
no family will fear for its next day's
bread."
This was clearly wishful thinking by
Mr. Kissinger - for the economic slump
that has gripped the world was very ap-
parent. The World Food Council is seeking
to create a $1 billion international fund for
agricultural development, Its prime aim
will be to speed up food production in the
poorer countries.
The nations most seriously affected by
economic problems, drought and general
poverty will have a very large food gap in
the year 1975 to 1976 - ranging from 14
million to 20 million tons. These nations in-
clude populous countries like India,
Pakistan and Bangladesh, as well as some
of the smaller nations in the drought
regions of Africa.
The duty of the richer nations is clear
indeed. They must give more. They must
adjust trade relations to help, not hinder, in
feeding the world's hungry. They must be
more concerned. They must see the world
as a unit. Sacrifices made by wealthy and
food-rich nations like Canada will pay
handsome dividends in future decades. For
us not to care would be both cruel and
foolish.
No liberation for cows
Don't believe any of that nonsense about an oil shortage,
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Jour,neyings
New York. She verbalized about
how hard it was to be a woman
and he joked about the bra-
burners.
When they arrived 'back in
quietness and Calgary our man
lived with a different -woman.
She had the same name. New
ways of relating had to be
discovered.
Discovery was painful but rich.
"Bev is fun to be with. I like
myself better knowing the now
Beverley. I'm in love with her!"
Ralph continues his travel-log
with the thought that now they
could talk. They were both free
for they were not cut to
stereotype, Their journey was to
the new.
Nor was their journey.short or
even is it ended. Ralph's con-
clusion is simply "liberation is a
process, not an event."
Mom's priorities are time for
the children whether the house is
tidy. And dad has more to do with
the children than the usual uncle-
type father.
Beverley is now ordained, a
minister with United Church in
Alberta and Ralph works with the
Alberta Conference field staff in
the realm of communications.
Their mail comes in The Rev. &
Mrs. Milton. Quite a journey this!
Journeys are all around us. One
goes here and one there. Parents
tell children where to go and are
distressed when they hitch-hike
out on their own. Liberty is
painful though increasingly
necessary.
Eva Manly writing id the same
issue of the same magazine
knows with startling precision —
"I'm caught up in a revolution,"
Here is the same journeying.
Only Mrs. Manly is more
strident. She looks around upon
her world with contained rage.
Up to now her journeys have
been privately undertaken. But
now it is not enough for her.
Nellie McClumg and the Alberta
Five are her significant people.
She quotes a new hynin of
celebration.
"I want to join the happy caravan
of God's people
God's own people marching
round the world.
There are people of all times and
places,
People of all nations and raceS,
A singing, swinging procession
And here am I, here am I, here
am II"
It mentions men from Father to
John the twenty-third but women
are represented with one line —
""pretty little girls in leaps and
whirls."
Stereotypes are patterns of
common knowledge valuable for
our security ih a changing world
but if our journey is in the
"singing, swinging procession"
we will always be checking the
familiar,
APittflie
Care for the hungry
Earlier this summer a wiser
and older person said to me,
"Never reject the opportunity of
trying a new experience." Now,
I suppose one could find that
piece of advice questionable but I
think what he was saying was
that many of us are afraid to try
anything new, to launch out into
something different, to break out
of the mold, to taste and see if the
thing is good.
Many people fail because they
won't change. They won't think,
they won't study, or they won't be
imaginative. Sometimes they are
just plain lazy and won't try to be
different. Someone has said it's
better to take a step in the wrong
direction than to make no step at
all. We often have to be willing to
take a chance, to risk trading the
familiar with the unfamiliar in
order to move out of our rut of
boredom or failure.
We all know old, unproductive
30 year-olds; and we all are
acquainted with young, dynamic
75 year-olds. I've always been
proud that my own father was
over 50 when he sold all he
possessed in Saskatchewan,
moved to a new town in Ontario,
started a new business and
created for himself and his
-•family a new and successful way
of life, At 85 he still radiates
enthusiasm for the possibilities of
a new adventure,
The only difference between a
person who is 20 and one who is 70
is a few years, says Vincent
Peale. "If you're a miserable
bore at 20, you'll be an in-
sufferable bore at 70. If you're a
tightwad at 20, you'll be a terrible
old tightwad at 70. If you're a
stuffed shirt at 20, you'll be a
triple stuffed shirt at 70." That's
what happens alright. The old
hangs on and grows. The old
locks in the marvellous new that
wants to come out,
Old becomes new
A Sunday of contrast
It wasn't quite the riduculous
and the sublime, but near
enough. A good contrasting
picture of Canada on a Sunday in
summer.
Weld gone back to the village to
join Grandad in the celebration of
the 100th anniversary of the little
white church by the bay.
Sunday morning, breakfast
over, off for a drive with the city-
lawyer brother-in-law, while the
wives were doing the dishes.
Poked around the neigh-
borhood, shaking our heads over
the property developments,
where entrepreneurs were
getting as much for a single lot as
their grandfathers had for a 150-
acre farm with house and barn.
Commiserated with each other
over the fact that we'd both be
millionaires if we'd bought some
of this shore property 20 years
ago, when it was dirt cheap.
Conveniently forgot that neither
of us had enough money to buy
one lot 20 years ago, let alone a
mile of shoreline.
Driving along the shore road,
spotted a lot of activity.
Naturally, stopped for a look, as
one always does in the country.
It was a scuba diving ex-
pedition, complete with vans,
tanks, goggles , snorkels, and
man-from-Mars suits.
Hung around to watch, and
asked some casual questions
from one of the "divers". He was
so reticent you'd have thought he
was just about to climb into a
Moon-bound capsule, instead of
into about 12 inches of water.
He finally admitted grimly that
the group had just finished its
training, and that this "dive"
they were about to make was the
"real thing':
There were about 20 in the
group. We stood around and
watched as they struggled and
wiggled and squirmed into their
skin-tight suits and heavy tanks,
and sprayed their goggles and
checked their air-lines and ad-
justed their flippers.
This was the real thing, no
question about it, and the tension
mounted steadily as they spent
half an hour getting fitted out for
the dangers of the depths: octopi,
sunken wrecks, sharks.
There was only one female in
the group, an extremely chubby
one, and she had so much trouble
squeezing into her suit and
getting it zipped over the bulges
that I was mighty glad I wasn't
out there, trapped in a wreck,
waiting for her to rescue me.
One of Exeter's best known
residents died last week,
signalling the final chapter in an
era that will provide nostalgic
recollections for many of our
readers.
Louis Day was the last prac-
ticing farmer in Exeter, and
while some cash cropping is still
done within the town limits, it is
not the general type of farming
that the community knew for so
many years and which Louis
carried on for so long.
His downtown farm was a
landmark in the community,
contrasting significantly with the
commercial, residential and
industrial growth that was taking
place in other sections of the
town.
His farm consisted of some
scattered acres in the south-east
corner of the community and
some in the area between San-
ders and Huron Streets in the
Pryde Boulevard district.
A couple of cows, a team of
horses and a number of Muscovy
ducks constituted the barnyard
menagerie as the writer recalls
them, although it no doubt was a•
larger operation in days previous
to that.
Because of the barn's
proximity to the T-A office, we
had several occasions on which to
watch the farming operation. In
the early morning, Louis would
hop on his bicycle and lead his
two cows to their pasture.
It was the type of scene which
marked earlier days in Exeter
when many families had at least
one cow and each morning they
were taken to a community
pasture and then brought home
again at night.
Youngsters used to gather in
early summer to watch Louis
bring his harvest of hay in from
the fields. His team would plod
along with their wagon half
loaded and he would then set
about the task of forking the
harvest into his mow.
The ducks roamed freely
behind the barn and drivers using
the rear access lane to the post
Finally purple in the face, she
was ready.
Then their leader appeared. He
nad been out there, fearlessly
probing the possible dangers of
the sunken wreck.
He stood there, barking orders,
making them recheck their gear,
dividing them into teams, en-
suring that their boot-knives were
available for a swift slash of a
tangled-life-line.
Finally, the big dive was on.
They waded for 10 feet, since it
was too shallow to lie down, Then
they flopped and snorkled out, in
about two feet of water, to the
wreck, every nerve keyed, every
sense alerted to the perils ahead.
The assistant instructor, who
wasn't making the dive, sighed
with relief, pulled a beer out of
his van, and chatted cheerfully
with us.
"What do they do out there?"
he was asked. "Not a helluva
lot," he replied, "When you've
swum over the thing about three
times, that's about it."
We silently concurred. We
knew the "sunken wreck" was an
old barge, towed there years
before to serve as a dock for a
boat-owner, Three years ago,
when the water was lower, it sat
three feet out of the water, The
only sunken treasure would have
to be the old car motor
which anchored it,
I know that diving must be fun,
and is dangerous, but this
operation made me giggle, It was
like watching a lot of six-year-old
boys get fitted out in their space
uniforms, do a ritual countdown,
and then run around the
backyard yelling: "Zoom!
Zoom!"
Couldn't help pondering on
why 20-odd people would drive a
round trip of 300 miles from the
city arid get dressed in Halloween
costumes to paddle around in
three feet of water "exploring"
an old barge.
Three hours later, we were
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office or the nearby businesses
had to stop and allow the birds to
waddle out of the way.
The barn has been torn down
for some time and much of the
To the Editor:
The subject I'd like to bring to
the attention of the citizens of this
town is Riverview Park. We all
sort of take our lovely green area
for granted, but I'm sure many
people like myself have lived in
much larger centres where the
parks are being vandalized and
are unsafe for mothers and their
children to use even in broad
daylight.
I'm afraid our beautiful park is
well on its way to the same abuse
and its time we stood up and
started to protect an area that
makes us glad we live in a small
town and able to appreciate the
natural beauty of our park.
Consider that in just one or two
years what has happened around
Riverview Park.
1) Permits are issued for
homes to be built right within a
few feet of parkland.
2) Septic tanks are being
allowed for these homes which
allow effluent to run above
ground onto parkland.
3) Roadways are dug up which
block machinery for ground
maintenance.
4) Hills of landfill trucked over
our new paved roads and dumped
on the park border. This is full of
debris, concrete and asphalt
slabs.
A property owner is allowed to
take it on himself to cut down
almost all the trees in a 50' x 20'
area on town parkland in order to
improve his view of the river.
Some of these trees were planted
15 years ago by the town to
beautify it and protect the land
from erosion.
To me, this is an act of willful
damage to a public park and
should be treated as such in order
to prevent further slaughter of
trees. Every citizen in this town
is at a loss because of this
irresponsible act. Let's all get
together and stand up for our
town in order that it not end up
just another commuter town for
the crowded city of London.
It's already too late to save the
trees cut down now. Let's not be
too late to save the rest. Show
your feelings by doing your part
to keep our identity as caring
people. Give your council
member a call. They all will
listen as that's what they are
there for, Let's do something
before it gets worse, not when it's
too late. Riverview Park belongs
to you and it's up to you to protect
it.
Sylvia Smith
87 Riverside Drive
Exeter, Ont.
25 years ago
Mr. Murray Stephens was art
instructor at the boys' camp of
Huron Presbyterial, north of
Goderich.
A new department of
agriculture "designed to fit the
need of the community" will be
established at the Exeter District
High School under the direction
of Mr. Andrew Dixon. Mr. John
Mahon of Stirling will be his
assistant.miss Na
nu Wright, a native of
St. Andrews, N,B,, and gold
medalist in her ARCT exams at
Toronto, has opened a music
studio in Exeter.
Exeter Kinsmen are con-
sidering the project of numbering
houses in the village..
Strikes on the Canadian Pacific
and Canadian National Railways
are tying up the whole of the
Dominion this week.
I
land that constituted the Day
farm has been used for housing.
While the community still has
some horses roaming within the
confines,there are no 'longer any
cows or ducks and the death of
Louis removes the last tie with
those days when families in
Exeter went to their barns - and
not the local grocery store - for
some of their staple foods.
As exemplified by Louis, it was
a good way of life.
Speaking of changes, the day
may be in the offing when home
milk delivery will be a thing of
the past in Exeter as well.
We note that Exeter Dairy has
terminated home delivery in
Seaforth, due Co declining sales
as more and more people pur-
chase the product at the super-
market.
The costs of trucks, gasoline
and wages have put the price of
home delivered milk higher than
that which is paid at the store and
apparently in Seaforth the saving
in cash was deemed better than
the saving of time in going to the
store.
Clarence McDonald told a
Seaforth reporter there are now
few towns with home milk
delivery.
So the end of another era may
be fast approaching!
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Councillor Ted Wright's quip at
last week's council meeting
regarding the amount of printed
material emanating from
government sources hit a topic of
periodic concern to the writer.
Ted noted part of Exeter's
problem about burning
regulations would be reduced if
the government didn't send out so
much material — material that is
often of no interest to the
receiving parties.
Newspapers, it seems, get even
more government material than
anyone else and it is not un-
common for us to have about half
our daily mail load made up from
government agencies.
This is not to suggest that all
government material is an ab-
solute waste. Some items are of
interest to our readers and we do
welcome the information but the
vast majority is quickly directed
to file 13.
While the amount of paper used
is of some concern, the main
gripe is the person-hours spent in
the writing and production of the
material. The governments, of
course, don't use cheap
duplicating machines for the
printing. Most of the booklets and e
reports come out on high-class
paper printed in a rainbow of
colors.
The cost to the taxpayers is
phenominal, even to the point of
the money that is now required to
dispose of the material.
15 years ago
Jack Darling and Garbie Fritz
were chosen king and queen of
Exeter Kinsmen's summer
playground which concluded
Thursday night with a cowboy
and Indian parade,
Robert Southcott, Carfrey
Cann, and Harvey Pollen at-
tended the eighth annual con-
ference of the United Church of
Canada at Alma College last
weekend.
The addition of three new
rooms to Exeter Public School is
progressing rapidly as opening
time draws near, The extension
will give the building a total of 16
rooms to handle record
enrollment this fall.
George H,Follick Hensall has
retired after serving as manager
of Wm, Rennie Seeds, Ltd.,
Hensall for 'the past 43 years. '
Each has his or her journey.
Every life is a complex of con-
sciousnesses and feelings.
Growth takes place as we
become conscious of new issues
that require personal resolution.
It would be very comfortable to
go along without painful birth of
new questions. Life questions
have few easy answers and
require much Jabour to find
peace with integrity.
Liberation for men and women
requires lifeful answers. Socially,
old stereotypes are dying and
new ways are being adopted.
The United Church Observer,
always a magazine that requires
response, has contributed
thoughtfully to the issue of
personal liberation for women
and even men.
In the August issue Mr. Ralph
Milton tells of his hourney to
greater liberty and life.
When Beverley and Ralph were
married seventeen years ago
they were comfortable with the
older regimen. He was provider
and decision maker. She was
wife, mother, cook and
housekeeper.
Somehow they found them-
selves in the Philippines. They
were missionaries at that.
As Ralph looked he saw that his
wife adapted more readily, was
more flexible, and could know the
new culture with great feeling.
Being near the Silliman
University she started taking
some courses. No thought of
theological degree! After some
years she only had a small effort
to make to graduate and she
made it,
There was a painful time in
10 years ago
Barry Southcott, son of Mr. &
Mrs. Robert Southcott, broke his
arm Friday evening at camp
near Goderich,
Harold G. Elder of rural
Hensall, Ontario, received a
Canadian Night Endorsement
rating award at the 20th annual
International Flying Farmers
Convention at Omaha, Nebraska,
Mr. Ozen Zivkovic will be
teaching Geography at South
Huron High School this year,
The Exeter Chapter 222, Order
of the Eastern Star, appeared on
Act Fast on CFPL-TV Sunday
evening.
Rev. .1, Phillip Crandon is the
new deputy reeve of Exeter,
appointed at the regular meeting
of council'Monday evening. Rev,
Oandon's appointment solves the
dilemma of council in that no
member would willingly
volunteer for this position,
"So 0.1i,", you say, "How do I
get the new out? I really do want
to break from the hum-drum,to be
a flapper, more exciting Me."
Well, a fellow I heard about not
long ago was just like that. Bob
was a nice enough but shy
and not very venturesome or
exciting. As a salesman he was
low man on the company's totem
pole of sales.
One day his boss warned him if
he didn't improve he'd be let go.
Bob went home utterly
discouraged. That night his eye
landed on his dust covered Bible.
Wiping it off he began to read 2nd
Corinthians until he came to this
passage, "If any man be in
Christ, he is a new creature; old
things are passed away; behold,
all things are become new."
Bob's approach to religion is very
simple and he told God what he
wanted. He prayed, "O.K. Lord, I
want to become a new man just
like that passage promises. I
want a new life. I want the old
things to pass away and I want a
new life to take over,"
Next day he went down town
and bought a whole new outfit of
clothes replacing the dull, ultra
conservative suit he'd always
worn with something more
colorful and stylish, He looked in
the mirror and saw a new person
and what he saw gave him
confidence, He believed that just
as he looked new on the outside,
Christ would make him new on
the inside.
By the end of the year he was
among the five top salesmen in
the company. Why? Because,
with God's help, he was willing to
change , . to do something new,
He threw off his shyness and
became friendly and outgoing.
He became a released human
being through Christ. Old things
were passed away; the new had
come to him,