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Business Directory
RADIO
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SALES & SERVICE
Blyth'
523-9640 (Ellectiohome)
Chiropractic Associate
Health Centre
WINGHAM, ONTARIO
R. Bray, D.C. - D.Lee, D.C.
Phone: 357-1224
Anstett Jewellers Ltd
Watch and Jewellery Repairs
— We Sell and Service —
BULOVA ACCUTRON — WATCHES
3 Stores
SEAFORTH CLINTON — WALKERTON
J.E. LONGSTAFF
- OPTOMETRIST,- CLINT
SEAFORTH ' By Appointment [Monday
527-1240 482-70
HAMM ELECTRONIC
SALES & SERVICE • TV • RADIO • H I - Fl • STEREO
P/006527-1150 • 17 SPARLING STREET
BRUSSELS TRANSPOR
Livestock Trucking and Shipping Ser
Local and Long Distance,
Phone 887-6122 (Evenings)
George Jutzi, Brussel
Sta-Rite Dairy Systems
COMPLETE LINE OF DAIRY SYST MS
Brussels Guelp
887-9426 824-1 330
BELGRAVE CO-OP
For Feed & Fertilizer — Petroleum Pro ucts
Hardware and Appliances
Universal Milker Equipment and Cleaners
BRUSSELS WING Am
887-6453 357-2 711
McGavin's Farm Equipm
We specialize in a Complete Line
FARM EQUIPMENT
Brussels Sales and Service Seaf
887-6365 Walton 527-0 245
JIM CARDIFF
REAL ESTATE BROKER GENERAL INSUR
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FIRE — AUTO — LIABILITY
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Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
This seems to be a good week to clean up
some loose ends, so, if you happen to have
a loose end, join me.
Me and the Old Battleaxe spent a couple
of days in the city during our winter break
holiday. And "spent" is the world. It
would have been cheaper to fly to Mexico
and pick up Montezuma's curse, as they
call it there, or the dire rear, as we call it
here. This remark has no connection with
the opening sentence of this column.
We went out shopping to buy a "little
something" for Pokey, the grandson. Just
a little shirt, or a toy, or some other trifle.
Fifty dollars later, I staggered out of the
department store, toting two large toys, six
little shirts, four pairs of overalls, a
full-dress suit for the kid, and a plastic
shell. windbreaker with a lining, and a hood
to "keep him warm when 'he comes out
from swimming." At 15 months, he's
going to be doing a lot of swimming, you
see.
Then, of course, we had to deliver the
stuff. So we invited ourselves to dinner
with daughter and told her not to fuss, that
we'd bring along an old chunk of meat or
something. Never one to look a gift horse in
the mouth, she agreed with alacrity.
My wife's idea of a couple of items to
help out with .dinner turned out to be five
dollars worth of steak, the equivalent in
pies and stuff, and assorted groceries
running to another 10, my daughter
supplying the potatoes and water for the
coffee.
However, it was worth it. We each got to
hold the baby for about 10 minutes, in one
minute snatches, between bouts of trying
out his toys and having clothes tried on him
by the women.
After many years, I finally realize why I
hate trying on new clothes for 'my wife's
surveillance. That baby despised every
minute of the clothes-modelling session,
and bellowed lusty protests as his mother
and gran pulled his limbs into all sort of
gymnastics, trying to sluff him into his new
pants and shirts.
It probably happens to all males in
childhood, and they resent it ever after.
Next day was even , worse, financially.
My wife was determined to buy a rug,
bedspread and drapes to match some new
wallpaper in a room she'd decorated. As
any woman knows — and must' husbands,
too — this is a three-month, not a
three-hour quest. It's usually about as easy
as looking for the Lost Chord.
Consequently, the old girl went off with
leaden step, sagging mien and built-in
frustration. She looked so depressed my
heart went out to her, and in a moment of
madness, I offered to accompany her.
Unfortunately, she was in the bathroom
with the door closed and the water
running, and I was so emotional that I was
whispering, so she didn't hear me.
To my astonishment, she burst into the
hotel room two hours later, eyes shining,
looking like a girl on her first date, and
radiating joy. She had hit the jackpot in her
shopping. Everything matched some shade
of off-yellow..
Since I had expected to greet a worn-out
woman, full of recriminations, weary,
dispirited and empty-handed, I got carried
away.
"Hey! this must be your day: Why don't
you buy a little something for yourself in
that women's store? It will, give you a lift."
"Well, as you know, I haven't bought a
stich of anything new since I don't
know when. Maybe I'll pick up a new
spring blouse or something."
Not to be an old fogey, I decided that, by
George, I'd get a new tie, myself.
Well, I guess I got a little carried away. I
walked out of that men's shop with two ties
and two turtle-neck sweaters. I am not
exactly the turtle-neck type, but in a
devil-may-care moment, I tried one on. It
was white, made in Italy, and I swear I
looked just like Fred Astaire, just in from
Acapulco. Fred's a good-looking 72.
These sweaters had extra-high turtles.
They conceal your wattles and push your
dewlaps out so that you look jolly, rather
than just hang-dog. •
Fifty bucks lighter, I left the shop with a
red platic bag containing my goodies. Felt
guilty but jaunty.
I lost.both my guilt and my jaunt when I
went to the ladies shop to meet my wife.
Yes, she had picked up a new spring
blouse. And a new spring suit. And
another suit. And a casual outfit.And some
more blouses. She was snataing things
off the racks like a two-year-old opening
Christmas presents.
Ah, well, what the hell. You can't take it
with you. Especially if there's nothing to
take.
Next day, back home, she modelled all
her array for me. It was then that I learned
none of her shoes or purses "went with"
the new clothes. The rest is history.
Two good things did come out of that
holiday, however. My wife told me she
wanted to see me in one of my turtle-neck
sweaters. I fought it, but finally gave in
with bad grace.
"Where are they? 'They're in a red
plastic bag. Where did you put it?"
"It's with the rest of the stuff", she
retorted. It wasn't. It wasn't anywhere.
After going back over the day before, we
agreed that I'd taken it into the
dining-room, put it beside my chair; and
had walked out without it. Of all the stupid
Phoned the hotel, long-distance. No,
Lost-and-Found had no trace of it, but,
learning my name, the lady there said she
read my column in the Blenheim paper and
we had a nice chat.
Well, there goes fifty bucks, plus a L.D.
call. Went out morosely to put some
empties in the car trunk. There was -the
little old red devil plastic bag. With
sweaters and tie.
The other good thing was gypping the
hotel on breakfast. We ordered breakfast
for one. I drank the orange juice, she ate
the buckwheat cakes, I ate the toast and
jam, and. we shared the coffee. Two
breakfasts for the price of one. I'll bet they
haven't caught on yet. I saved $1.80 on
breakfast, two days in a row.
A profitable trip, taken all round.
OPP investigate accidents
Recent investigations carried
out by the OPP Wingham
Detachment include,
Nine investigations with nine
persons charged under the Liquor
Control Act.
Twenty-two charges laid and
forty-four warnings issued under
the Highway Traffic Act.
Twenty-eight other
investigations with one person
charged under the Criminal Code.
On Monday, April 7, William J.
Van Osch of R.R,112,Godericli was
eastbound on Highway 86 when
he struck the north shoulder of
the road, spun around, hit a
snowbatik and rolled over on its
side, sliding into a hydro pole.
There were no injuries, and
10—,THE BRUSSELS POST,
damages to the Van Osch vehicle •
were estimated at $1000.00.
Carl Johnston of • R.R.2,
Bluevale and David Harrison of
Priceville were involved in a
collisibri on the parking lot of
McGavin's Farm Equipment
Morris Township. There were no
injuries, arid damages were
estimated at $300.00.
On Saturday, April 12, a car
owned by Alfred T, l3aldwin of
R,R.#1, Harriston was parked on
the north shoulder of Highway 87,
when it was sideswiped by
another vehicle, Damages were
estimated at $200.00.
Meryl A Krieger of Seaforth
and Douglas P. Gibson of R.R.2,
Orton were involved in a collision
APRIL 16, 1975
on County Road 12, south of
Thomas Street in Brussels.
Injured as a result of the collisiOn
was Meryl A. Krieger. Damages
to both vehicles were estimated at
$3500.00.