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The Brussels Post, 1975-10-08, Page 2ISTABLISHIED 1102. 4Brusseis Post BRUSSELS WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER, 8, 1975 Serving Brussels and the surrounding community. Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited. Evelyn Kennedy - Editor Dave Robb - Advertising Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association. Subscriptions (in advance) Canada $6.00 &year, Others $8.00 a year, Single Copies IS cents each. What is applause? CCINIA In the entertainment industry -- and in politics, too --careers are made and broken by applause and by lack of applause. We are often manipulated into 'offering applause, and sometimes our applause is measured by machines. Persons in groups can be lied to applaud things at which very few of them as individuals would even clap one hand. We readily • applaud things which do not deserve our applause -- probably becauso we feel that willingness to applaud indiscriminately is a sign' of tolerance and broadmindedness. Canned applause, along with canned laughter, is often dubbed onto the sound-tracks of filmed television programs and used as background support on radio shows. We sit in our easy chairs and let ourselves be beguiled by artificial applause into accepting what we really know to be utter tripe as the fine flower of human creativity. How else can you account for the phenomenal success of some television shows? We often show amusement and offer applause because we do not wish to be judged odd and puritanical and narrowminded. But broadminded- ness can have its own subversively built-in narrowmindedness. Artistic integrity is not necessar- ily authenticated by four-letter words, bared female bosoms and explicit sex. Today we are being subtly forced into conformities of response and attitude without our being fully aware of the extent to which we are being manipulated. Applause can be contagious -- and therein is its peril. Human nature, fortunately, has in it a strain of `;sheer cussedness, and this keeps society from .becoming thoroughly. homogenized in taste' and judgement. But how many of us, really, bring individual judgment to bear on entertainments,on politics --on anything which a group, for its own selfish purposes, tries to manipulate us into applauding? (Contributed) Short Shots by Evelyn Kennedy girls came in bare footed, shoes in hand, almost exhausted, limping on sore feet, but, in spite of the blisters, they were putting on a brave attempt to Sprint along the main street to finish with a triumphant .flourish. One of the not-so-young ladies, we were told, had enough energy left to participate in lawn bowling later in the day and a bingo game in the evening. Good for her! ***** There are people in the village who regret that the sound of the old Town Bell is hear no more. The ringing that for so many years Made sleepy heads hurry up in the morning, told others at the noon hour to get home if they wanted to eat, hurried them off to their appointed tasks at one o'clock and told them when it was time to go home for supper. Several mothers have remarked, that they regret that it is not rung anymore for it Was a signal that children understood and heeded and Sent them scurrying home at the appointed time. ***** (Continued on page 4) Amen by Karl Schuessler What every woman needs is a pair of boots. And I don't mean those high stepping, fashion trending leather boots that reaches the knees .The kind that rises up and rubs against _that fur trim on the hems of swaying coats. I don't mean those kind of boots. I mean work boots. They're leather alright. Best named brand y ou can buy. With thick rubber soles -- steel toes optional -- and ,with laces a half a mile long to thread through eyes and hooks clean up to the top. Of course they don't reach the knees. But they do cover the ankles. Real good support. A kind of cross your heart bra support -- with shoe laces -- only, transported four feet lower: Every woman -- every liberated woman -- needs those kind of boots. I gave my wife a pair of them for her birthday. I had to apologize for the name on the box. Kingtreads. Doesn't the manufacturer realize? Those boots can cover female feet as well? Why don't they call them Queentreads? Or Duchess treads? Or plain Treads? And why don't they gear down those boots to female sizes? But they can be flattering. A Clementine size number nine becomes a petite seven in this once male dominated world of work boots. But size nine or seven, no matter. They're boots -- work boots I'm talking about. The kind every woman needs to make her way into the work world, Shoulder to shoulder. With men. Alongside of men -- as equal partners. And now that my wife owned a pair of boots, I figured she needed some overalls. That's what every woman needs for her birthday -- a pair of flouncy bib overalls. The kind that has all sorts of intriguing pockets and hitches -- one for a hammer, one for a pencil, a pocketwatch, a pad. All sorts of chambers and crannies strung out across the bib. With snappy suspenders that. hitch right into metal buttons: You couldn't ask for anything more. Oh yes, you could a shirt-- a faded denim shirt to go along with it. That's what every overall needs -- a shirt. And every shirt needs a red handkerchief tied around its Collar. Every red kerchief needs a hand. With gloves on. A grey kind with leather palnris that grips and keeps out the splinters. And to complete my wife's new outfit--top it off More or less --a hat, Now some would call it an engineer's hat puffed in tucks all, around. With headband and visor: Btit the 'Elaine's not really that important. Just call it a work hat. I chose this whole blue outfit-with matching scarf and gloves--for my wife's birthday. I gave her a brand new addition to,, her fall wardrobe. And just think. I was launching her into high style. Because denim work clothes are the latest. Blue collars are in. Andmywife was going to be the first in out neighborhood. These clothes are what every liberated woman needs. And I don't mean just as a costume -- or a put-on. Like the university students or their teachers. or some newspaper people or TV producers. Why they've stolen the blue collar clothes right off the working man's back and they'ye never put a shovel in their hand. / Nowadays the white collars are wearing the work boots and jeans and denim jackets, And the fellows who fix their plumbing and mow their lawns wear the good clothes. Go walk down the halls of CBC and find the neatest, the corporation's man janitor. in hall. He's probablyh I had to get this straight with my wife. I had to let her know that $40.00 outfit wasn't a pail -- a real sturdy type that won't buckle under a pailful of cement. costume. A play dress-up. She wasn't going to wear the best denim ever and serve afternoon tea in them. I couldn't be blatant. I had to be a little subtle. Give a hint of my intention.So I spent another $4.00. On a bucket. Don't be silly. It wasn't an ice bucket. It was a big galvanized And so she wouldn't dare hit me with I gI acvaemheer something else too. A bottle of wine. ail in Qae could she accept the one hlilann-dthaea hand a nwditah bottle both hnafn dws f i neti dd not t hands were wgehree cdondilndg!e e exactly what both my e Kingtreads to bedomd the (111Weenc..°11°Id, We could now celebrate together. celebrate her birthday -- her new day of birth, A liberated woman with proper clothes .,e blue denimed lady who's marching off Crnonneshtrtificxtiinogn,of our old faint house that nee 6 A Girl Guide Company is being organized again in Brussels. Registration took place on Tues- day evening of this week. This is an excellent group for girls from ten to fifteen years of age. Training, in many areas of interest to these girls, is given. Badges are awarded fOr accomp- lishment. Outings are enjoyed. Any girls of the community who are looking for something- interesting and worthwhile to occupy their time should join the Brussels Girl Guides. The Lions sponsored °lymph- dhoti appears to have been a success although it left most of the walkers foot-sore .and Weary. The young and the not-so-young trudged to the end of the ten Miles to contribute to our Cana- dian Olympic athletes and to the local Lions Club recreation pro- jects. Small ones, tall ones, thin ones and not so thin ones participated. It wag amazing that only two (very young) were not able to finish the walk on their. Own. Some of the boys told us they *ere not even tired and were ready to go again. Many of the 111111111111111111111.111.'