The Brussels Post, 1975-07-09, Page 2WEDNESDAY, JULY 9, 1975
Serving Brussels and the surrounding community.
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Little League Woes
The United States - controlled Little League. Inc.,
tilted its rules recently to shut out tiny Taiwan from
this year's baseball playoffs. Seems Taiwan's been
winning too often.
But the "official" reason given by Little League
executives is even more hysterical. They announced
they couldn't afford to ferry in teams from far-off
places because they have already blown $250,000 in
court battles last year keeping girls from playing on
the boys' teams!
Moans Moe Druick, director of Canadian Little
League Inc., "everytime we were sued by a mother
wanting her daughter on a boys' team we had to hire
a lawyer to answer it."
As Montreal sports columnist John Robertson
acidly put it, "if there's anything more demeaning
than losing to a bunch of Orientals -- exposing
America's red-blooded young athletes to potential'
defeat by the pre-teen feminist movement!"
Robertson said the whole infantile controversy
makes him want to "throw up".
Isn't it time Canadian coaches, and parents
laughed the entire pressure-cooker, win-mad Little
League system clear out of existence? We'should set
up more community leagues to serve ALL boys and
girls interested in playing team sports teach them
expertise, sportspeopleship -- and let them have
some FUN. (Contributed)
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Come here, Pepper, I want to show you
son ething.
See? See this mouse?
I caught him' with my own two traps.
Now doesn't that put some shame on your
face? Sending a man off to do a cat's job?
Don't walk away on me, Pepper. You stay
right here. I'm not-through talking to you.
You need a little training in cat character.
And you need some extra training in mouse
character too. Seems like you haven't learned
all that much in your five years. You need
some lessons.
Lesson number one. A mouse doesn't move
in the house unless he brings along his
relatives.
I learned that the hard way. But it seems
you haven't learned that at all. If there's one
mouse, there's bound to be another not far
behind.
There I was. Gloating over my man over
mouse win. And before the body had time to
get cold, I saw a mouse tail disappear down
through the electric stove coils. Right there.
Right on top of the stove.
Was I seeing things? I really do need those
bifocals.
Or was this just the ghost of mouse past?
Then I heard the scraping and scratching.
Mouse. For sure.
Ahh! So I hadn't been struggling With only
one mouse alone. I was contending with
greater principalities and powers. This wasn't
man against mouse. This was man against
mice.
Well, let me tell you, Pepper, this mouse
didn't last 1014. That's lesson number two. A
mouse demoralizes fast. When he loses his
partner, he loses heart. He doesn't care any
more.
That mouse walked right into my trap. And
he stayed there. After my second try.
And you're not getting him, dither, Pepper.
Just like you didn't get the first,. That's lesson
number three. Whoever doesn't work doesn't
eat.
Stop that meewing. Don't be a cry baby.
You're only feeling Sett* for yourself.
Remember', PepPet, I'M doing this for your
own good. I'm trying tO btrild character. What
kind of an owner would I be? Just going to the
cupboard, pulling down a can and dumping
cat food in your bowl?
Now that's the easy way--for both of us.
And that's n of right. Met'-shirking my duty.
And you--turning into a lazy fat cat. You start
to expect food. And before you know it, you'll
demand it. It's your right. And then you'll
protest. With howls and screams at the back
door.
I wouldn't be doing right by you, Pepper.
You have to learn responsibility. Take care of
yourself. Feud yourself. You know the old
saying, "If I give you a fish, I feed you for
a day. But if I teach you how to fish, I feed you
for a lifetime."
I've got to stiffen your spine, Pepper, The
whole cat population is going to the dogs.
You're getting soft. On the two and half
gbillion y dart tl ol re s
. And
sper hoant spet n ft ornu t of o ney the to
feed a third of the world's hungry people.
Okay, you're right there. Those billions of
dollars are for the United States. But that
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hook, Pepper. You're
What witlball those cat food choices. Does
my little precious want liver, chicken or tuna
flavour? Does she want this brand or that? Or
shall it be dried, fried, baked or kibbled?
And if that's not enough, you can shack
between meals, With Peeple Crackers.
They're shaped like mailmen and cops, And
the box reads! "Give your pet a little
somebody between meals."
Pepper, how could I ever bring you uP that
way?
You'll thank me in the end. I know you 41.
Sorry about this mouse, Pepper.
Don't look at me that way. See if I efird.
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