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Danger lurks
DOLLAR
Commuting can add
to price of your home
By Alan Gunn, CA
you will be buying a new
car every two years or so
instead of every four years.
With such sustained
driving you will also run
into extra costs for repairs,
maintenance and tune-ups,
It has been suggested that it is
dangerous to leave Exeter even for a
week.
The danger is that you may not
recognize the town when you return
due to the many changes which are tak
ing place at a mind-boggling pace.
This is particulary evident on the
Main St., where over the past few
months, new stores have sprung up and
others have had a face-lift, and the end
is not yet in sight.
It’s doubtful that there’s another
community in Ontario experiencing
such dramatic changes and one can
only imagine the bewilderment that
must be experienced by former
residents who are paying visits after an
absence of a few years.
The commercial development in
dicates the community has fostered
considerable faith among developers
and investors and certainly the con
sumer will benefit markedly as the in
creased competition must spur service
and selection.
While consumers in many com
munities of this size find it necessary to
head for larger shopping centres, area
residents will be spared that fate. With
the price of gasoline creeping skyward,
that is a benefit that in itself is quite
sizeable.
BATT’N AROUND ..........with the editor
The book debate continues
Growth continues
The Canada Safety Council notes
an increase of 23% in deaths attributed
to swimming accidents in the latest
available national drowning statistics.
A total of 184 deaths resulted from
swimming in 1977 and the Council
urges all swimmers to keep this fact in
mind and heed basic safety rules.
Learning'to swim is the first prac
tical step towards water safely. En
quire about swimming courses in the
neighbourhood. Even good swimmers
know their limitations and don’t take
risks.
Swimming areas should be chosen
carefully. Before wading, swimming or
diving in an unfamiliar place find out
the depth of the water and whether
there are hidden rocks, strong currents
or sudden drop-offs. Observe and obey
all warning signs.
Swimmers and non-swimmers
alike should never be alone in the
water. Swim with a partner, preferably
one skilled in lifesaving. Non
swimmers should confine bathing to
shallow, safe waters. Even a good
swimmer should swim reasonable
close to shore.
If the water is cool, wade in slowly
then splash water onto your body
gradually. Swimming in the dark is
dangerous; you can’t see or be seen.
You can swim after a light snack but
swimming after a full meal may cause
■exhaustion and nausea.
Keep a constant eye on children,
even in a wading pool because kids love
the water and frequently become
reckless. Set a good example by always
being safety conscious near a body of
water, no matter how small.
deeded litre?
If anyone thought the recent policy
announced by the Huron Board of
Education for the choosing on books on
the English courses was going to end
the controversy over those books,
he/she was obviously mistaken.
Judging from last week’s board
meeting, the controversy will wage on
for some time yet. It is interesting to
note that several board members were
even confused about the new policy.
Some thought they had another month
or so to read through the novels before
any decision was to be made.
However, it is apparent that
whatever books are chosen, the deci
sion will not meet favor with everyone.
As we understand it, the new policy
still provides an opportunity for
students to be assigned alternatives if
they find the original choice offensive.
So why all the hullabaloo? Let them
choose alternatives if they so desire!
One of the great problems in any
democracy is that it too often bows to
the wishes of the out-spoken minority.
Lloyd Barth may want to think he
represents 80 percent of the parents in
Huron, but he’s obviously lost touch
with reality to suggest that in fact he
does.
Eighty percent of the parents in
Huron don’t know what books are on
the course of study and probably have
no intention of finding out, much less
taking the time to read them.
Most would share the position taken
by Separate School representative
Eugene Frayne when he said ”if
anyone thinks I’m going to sit down and
read 22 books between now and next
month, you can forget it”.
* * *
Speaking of books, most authors
have a penchant for dedicating their
offerings to someone. Most of these
dedications are usually short and
prosaic — “To Emily” for example.
Occasionally a writer will have a lit
tle fun with his words. Franklin P.
Adams offered one of his books with
this touching tribute: “To my loving
wife, but for whose constant interrup
tions this book would have been written
in half the time”.
* * *
Revenue Canada doesn’t usually
come across as a soft-hearted cupid,
but the agency has, it its own charming
way, brought a couple in Dundas to the
verge of matrimony.
The pair have been living together
for five years. He is unemployed and
the woman in the case claimed him as
a dependent in making out her income
tax return.
Revenue Canada disallowed her
claim because they were not married,
and when he tried to get legal aid he
was turned down because his com
panion’s income was too high.
In other words, he is not a dependent
for income tax purposes, but he is one
for deciding legal aid eligibility.
The couple now plan to get married
so that he can legally become a
dependent.
★ * *
Bilingualism continues to be a topic
of debate across this country, and
many opponents on both sides of the
fence have been heard to grumble that
“nobody is going to jam another
language down my throat”.
However, too few apparently stop to
consider that they are more bilingual
then they would care to admit. We par
ticularly enjoyed this account of an
English-speaking Canadian heading out
for a dinner.
“Filled with joie de vivre our en
tourage descended en masse on a cafe
in a cul de sac nearby. I noted with a
feeling of deja vu that the bistro would
be an ideal place for a rendez-vous and
a tete a tete with one’s petite ami.
My expense account allowed for
carte blanche, so we summoned the
maitre d’hotel and the sommelier and,
ordering a la carte, decided on
hors’d’oeuvres, escargots and bouilla-
basse, followed by ragout and coq au
vin. For dessert we enjoyed mousse
and petit fours, cafe au lait and liquers.
We said adieu to the other bon
vivants, called for l’addition and left a
pourboirTor the garcon.
' ★ , * *
Thanks to Carlton Cards, we’re
reminded that this Sunday is father’s
day. The card company sends out a
press release espousing the fine quality
and taste of their greeting cards for
most special occasions throughout the
year and they usually include a sample.
However, if you think the editor has
a free supply of greeting cards for
those special occasions, we hasten to
add that Carlton Cards have a unique
way of ensuring that they don’t pass
out any freebies.
For instance, we can think of only a
handful of our counterparts in the
media who would be able to use this
year’s father’s day sample. It is head
ed up “to my godfather on father’s
day”.
That may be okay for Marlon Bran
do, but it doesn’t work for too many
others!
It must be discouraging for
members of town council to feel forced
to consider an anti-loitering by-law for
Mitchell A quiet town, touted as a
“pleasant place to live,” has gradually
become a place where police must be
given special powers to deal with
public mischief and nuisances. And
that is sad.
But Mitchell’s not unique is its
problems with groups of idle youth who
make small-town life a little less than
pleasant for most of its residents. It’s
happening elsewhere and other towns
are taking similar steps to curb what
general lawlessness they can.
We laud council for risking un
popularity with some people by trying
to clamp down on late-night prowling
and vandalism. It is necessary. No
minority group has the right to disturb
the community at will. Maybe after the
first few $100 anti-loitering fines have
been handed out, the streets of Mitchell
will once again become avenues where
people can stroll freely without harass
ment or trepidation.
Mitchell Advocate
How to destroy a marriage
Perspectives
There were three things
unusual about Bob.
The first one was that he
was seventeen years old.
Now I grant you there are
lots of seventeen year olds
around, most of them as
cocksure and ready to take
on the world as all the ones
you know, but not too many
of them are in the eighth
grade. Now back in my
Dad’s day that was a com
mon occurrence, The boys
came to school in the winter
and worked the land the rest
of the year thus stretching
out their years-of education.
In my little school though,
seventeen years old was
almost as old as the grade 1
teacher.
The second unusual thing
was that he had been in
seventeen different schools.
There were so many places
written on his record card
that somebody had tacked on
another piece of cardboard
to handle them. And he
wasn’t even in high school
yet! With all his travelling
around Bob had picked up a
certain degree of wordly
wisdom and sophistication.
This 'sophistication’
coupled with his third
feature, a natural ability to
play the electric guitar led
ninety percent of the girls in
his class to fall madly in love
with him. When he played
the old 'auctioneer* song the
girls rolled their eyes and
practically swooned. Elvis
had nothing at all on Bob.
Naturally enough Bob was
smart enough to parcel his
affection out in various
directions causing a fair
amount of rivalry. It all
came to a head, literally,
about two weeks after his
arrival, right at the end of
lunch hour when I heard this
tremendous howling noise. A
fight!
I burst into the classroom
and found two girls just
being pulled apart by some
wiser classmates.
The one girl’s hair was
bleached blonde and was
teased up in huge beehive
style. Believe it or not a good
chunk of that teased hair was
on the other girl’s green
mohair sweater.
It turned out that the girls
were fighting over custody of
Bob who wasn’t particularly
interested in either one, yet
didn’t mind being fought
over either.
About that time I decided
that an eighteenth school
probably wouldn’t hurt old
Bob at all and that if
anybody needed a good
guitar player up there in
secondary school, I would
certainly help him right
along in that direction.
One of the best ways I know to knock
the mortar out from between the
bricks of your marriage — to uncement
things — is to join your spouse in
cleaning up the basement/attic. Take
your pick. One’s as bad as the other.
My wife’s been talking about clean
ing up our basement for approximately
15 years. I have avoided it by resorting
to a number of subterfuges that I will
gladly send you on receipt of a certified
cheque for five bucks.
That may seem a little expensive,
but it takes a mighty lot of subterfuges
to get through 15 years.
But nemesis is unavoidable. It came
last week in the form of an ad. in the
local paper stating that the town
trucks would pick up household junk on
the following Thursday.
It caused a lot of deep thinking in our
town. What constitutes household
junk? Some chaps I know sat there,
pretending to watch TV, while their
dark and secret minds conjured visions
of chloroforming the old woman, put
ting her in a green garbage bag, and
sticking her out by the curb on Thurs
day.
I’m happy to say that nothing of the
sort occurred to me (it says here). But
the notice did draw a deep and anguish
ed groan, right from the heels. I knew
what was coming.
I thought Tmight be able to stall her
until the Wednesday evening before,
when we could lug a few things out of
thejunglethat lies below, and leave the
rest to rot, as it has been doing for 15
years.
But it was not to be. With complete
disregard for my feelings about the
sacredness, the almost holiness, of
weekends, she dragged me down into
the underworld, on a perfect day for
playing golf, pointed, and coldly said:
"Let’s go.”
Oh, I could have sneered, picked up
my golf clubs, walked to the car, and
driven off. I wish I had that kind of
guts. But I knew I’d come home to a
living martyr and six months of sheer
hell.
I went. Down. That’s when I began to
envy those lucky devils who have con
verted their basements into rec rooms.
If you have one of those, you don’t un
pack a box, remove the contents, and
happily hurl the container down the
cellar steps. You get rid of it in some
seemly fashion.
It’s not the grubbing through
spiderwebs and other assorted dirt that
I mind. First job I ever had was clean
ing out latrines, and I have no dignity
when it comes to dirt. What gets me is
the dialogue.
We were in two different rooms, she
in the place where the oil tank is, and
the Christmas tree stands, and the
paint pots, all with a little in them, and
the old drum and cymbals set, and son
Hugh’s pots and pans and dishes, from
the time he was batching, and a lot of
interesting artifacts like that.
I was out in the main cellar, where
we normally shovel a path from the
bottom of the steps to the furnace, the
washer and dryer. It was full of wet
cardboard boxes, pieces of linoleum,
ancient lamps without shades, ancient
shades without lamps, mildewed
purses and gunny sacks and jackets,
warped curtain rods, ski poles with
out handles, skis with the harness
missing, various pieces of torn plastic,
great heaps' of old sheets, kept for
dusting rags, and similar fascinating
items.
She hollers: "Bill, I think there’s
enough green here to touch up the
woodwork.”
I have just lifted an anonymous box
full of dirt from when the furnace was
cleaned out. The bottom has dropped
out,tand I am contemplating a one-foot
mound of furnace excrement on the
floor.
Me: "That’s great. Shove it* uh*
that’s fine, dear.”
She appearing round the door:
“You’re not going to throw that
perfectly good chunk of linoleum! We
might need it to patch the kitchen
floor!”
Me, sotto voce: “Why don’t you
make a bikini out of it, you great
seamstress, you?”
Me, alarmed: “Hey, you’re not going
to throw out that gunnv sack? I had
that in Normandy in ’44 ? ”
She: “It has a hole in it and stinks of
mould. And what about these old
medals?” Old medals, my foot. They
are precious. They are not exactly the
V.C. and the D.S.O. As a matter of
fact, one is for joining up, another for
getting across the ocean with being
sunk, a third for staying alive on war
time rations, known as the Spam
medal4, and the fourth for getting home
alive. But the grandboys like to play
with them.
And on it goes. We fight over every
item, for sentimental or practical
reasons. I hate to see a perfectly good
breadbox go out, even though it has no
handle and doesn’t match the kitchen.
She gets upset when I want to discard
the third-last vacuum cleaner we had,
.because it has the propensity of being a
great spray-painting weapon for pain
ting fences, if we had a fence and she
could find a bottle exactly the size of
the one that is missing.
Like marriage in general, we give a
little here, take a little there, and both
wind up furious and exhausted,
When it was all over, there wasn’t
much left but h bagful of mouldy, green
love letters, 30 years old.
She doesn’t know it, but I’m going to
get Up at five on Thursday morning,
sneak them out, and bury them among
the junk. I simply couldn’t stand hear
ing what a chump I was in those days.
How far do you live from
your place of work?
Twenty-five miles? Fifty
miles? Do you drive those
distances every day merely
because your home is
cheaper than a similar
place that is much closer
to your place of work?
If so, perhaps you should
conside moving to that
closer place. It might cost
less than you think in
relation to what you are
paying now. In fact, in the
long run it might even be
cheaper.
Let us look at the real
costs of commuting long
distances -- say 50 miles
General financial advice
by members of the Institute
of Chartered Accountants
of Ontario.
each way. Driving 100
miles per day puts an extra
24,000 miles per year on
your car in a 48-working-
week year. At 20 miles per
gallon and $1 per gallon,
that amounts to 81,200 in
gasoline costs alone.
If you use your car at a
normal rate for other
purposes, you might put
35,000 miles on it per year.
After two years with such
high mileage your 87,000
car will be worth only about
83,700. It will have de
preciated by 83,300, or
81,650 per year.
A similar car driven'
15,000 miles per year will
depreciate over four years
by about 84,200, or 81,050
per year. The difference in
depreciation costs is 8600
per year -- although it will
normally be higher because
Add another 8300 per yer.
Commuting over long
distances, then, costs you
about 82,100 - for de
preciation, gas and repairs.
Now consider this: at a
mortgage interest rate of
12 per cent over 25 years,
every extra 810,000 of
mortgage principal costs
8103.19 per month in re
payments, or 81,238 per
year. If you add your
additional commuting costs
to your present mortgage
payments, you could afford
to buy a house closer to
your place of work that is
817,000 more expensive
than your present home.
Then consider the hidden
costs of commuting. If you
can attach a dollar figure
to your time -■ say 85 per
hour -- you might spend as
much as 81,800 worth of
time on the highway every
year. And will you need a
second family car?
One last point: if you
move at least 25 miles
closer to your place of work,
most of your moving ex
penses are tax-deductible,
including some of the cost
of selling your old home
and buying the new one.
For most people, this cuts
the cost of moving by about
30 to 40 per cent.
Mr. Gunn is with
Winspear Higgins Steven-
Son & Co., Toronto.
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memory Icinsj
, 55 Years Ago
Rev. R,E. Southcott of
Gowganda, Northern
Ontario, is spending his
holidays at his home in town.
At least three town
children have been suc
cessful in winning a big
“mamma doll” in the
Advertiser contest. The
winners are Jean Walper,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
John Walper; Jennie
Passmore, daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. William Passmore
and Helen Penhale, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. L.J.
Penhale.
Messrs. R.G. Seldon, J.A.
Stewart, George E.
Anderson and William
Rivers were in London this
week attending the Thistle
Club Scotch doubles.
Warren the little son of Mr.
and Mrs. Fred May had a
narrow escape from being
poisoned on Wednesday
morning last. He and little
Jean McEwen were out
playing together and getting
hold of some toadstools he
ate a portion of one, thinking
it was a mushroom. A
physician was called and
administered proper an
tidotes and the little lad was
soon himself again.
30 Years Ago
At the laying of the cor
nerstone of the new Exeter
District High School Wed
nesday afternoon R.N.
Creech realized the
crowning achievement of his
long years of service as a
member of the Exeter Board
of Education.
Town council approved the
final plans and tender forms
for the William Street storm
sewer. Clerk C.V. Pickard
was instructed to call for
tenders.
Grading for the site of the
$25,000 new community
centre in Hensail is being
done this week.
Lucan rfigh School
graduated its final class this
spring and now Lucan pupils
will travel to the new East
Middlesex Collegiate at
Arva.
20 Years Ago
Four Scouts from Exeter,
Doug Jermyn, Jim Sweitzer,
Doug Hodgson and Dale
Turvey, were among the 25
honoured at a- Queen’s Scout
recognition service for the
Bluewater region at
Harriston Friday night.
Grand Bend Lions Club
has completed
arrangements to present TV
songstress, Joyce Hahn, as
the feature attraction at its
annual ball to be held in July.
Exeter Girl Guides paid
tribute to a sister, 12-year-
old Lynne Harper of Clinton,
Saturday afternoon by
forming a guard of honor for
the funeral procession which
passed through Main street
on its way to burial service
at Port Stanley. The Clinton
Girl Guide’s body was found
in a woodlot near RCAF
Station, Clinton.
Council passed a bylaw
exemption Exeter Legion’s
Memorial Hall from all taxes
except those for school and
local improvement purposes
for a period of 10 years.
15 Years Ago
Ed Brady, Exeter,
recently won the western
jumping class at the South
western Ontario Hor
semanship Club horse show
at St. Thomas.
Canvassers will be calling
on residents in the district
next week in connection with
the upcoming mass TB
survey.
Several lads from SHDHS
walked out of school after
exams Monday and im
mediately headed for
another school term--at the
Conservation School being
staged by the Ausable River
Conservation Authority at
Camp Sylvan.
Mr. and Mrs. Lee Learn
and Fred and Mrs. Norah
Taylor flew from Malton
airport Thursday for a ten-
day visit in England and on
to Germany.