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TOP SWINE CARCASS — Robert J. Robinson, of
R.R.4, Walton exhibited the reserve grand champion
swine carcass at the Royal Winter Fair in Toronto.
The carcass, which brought $1.75 a pound, was
purchased by Eric Reaburn of Walton.
(Photo by Bob Miller)
Most things that come in litres
pour, splash & spill
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
The jobs of autumn
Well, it's nice to know that God reads my
column. A few weeks ago, a bit daunted
after 80 days and nights of rain, I wrote
Him a direct and rather' petulant letter
suggesting that He turn off the taps, that
we'd got the message.
Boy, He doesn't fool around. If I'd sent
the letter by mail, He would not have
received it until next spring, when we'll
probably need some rain. That's why I put
it in a.column, which he obviously perused
during a celestial coffee break.
Within 24 hours, He had turned off the
showers, brought out the sun, which I
thought He'd mislaid permanently , and
favored his favorite critters with a couple of
weeks,of the best weather we've had since
July.
Well, Lord, it's been great and we're
grateful. But there's only one flaw in the
ointment, as we say in literary circles. The
weather's been so glorious it has sparked a
round of activities at our place that has me
staggering with fatigue and reeling with
confusion.
As long as the rains poured down, we
just sort of huddled around the boob tube
and I had a perfect excuse for not getting
the lastof the grass cut, the leaves raked,
the storm windows on, and various other
chores too boring and miscellaneous to
mention.
But the minute that sun came filtering
into our soggy lives, the Old Battleaxe
whetted her edge and started whittling 'at
me.
Spend a sunny Sunday driving to the city
and back (could have been golfing) to
deliver a couple of outfig our resident
dressmaker had made for her daughter,
the student teacher, which the latter had
forgotten to take last time she was here.
The dummy.
We found the student teacher in an
advanced state of controlled hysteria,
fingernails bitten to the first knuckle, eyes
ticing wildly. She was to start teaching
next day. My wife was convinced, not
without reason, that Kim would go to her
first teaching assignment wearing jeans, a
T-shirt and sneakers, about, all the clothes
she's got.
I hope she had better luck than one of the
student teachers in our school this week.
Poor guy tried to break up a fight in the
cafeteria between a couple of massive
Grade Twelvers, and was kicked in the
head.
Anyway, that blew the first nice day. But
it was only the beginning. 'Our front door
wouldn't open, our back door wouldn't
close, and if you were in the bathroom and
pulled the knob to open the door, it would
come off and you might be there forever.
Then the pole at one end of the
dothesline was bowing toward the garage
at a 45 degree angle. And the squirrels had
chewed a hole and were enjoying daily
coffee klatches at 6:30 a.m. Lawn was
kneep-deep in you know what. Bricks were
falling out of the back of the house, four
shutters were missing; as were 10 shingles
Where the guys took off the ice last year.
After a couple of days of "Bill, when are
you going to ,. Bill., what about the Bill ,
why don't you call..." I was fOrced into
action, I told the old lady to call our
neighbor, a contractor. .1 personally
contacted my Grade 9 leaf-raker. I ran into
Mike at the liquor store and mentioned the
storm windows.
Well , sir, things began to happen
around here. Our front door opens and the
back one closes. ,You can go into the
bathroom and know you won't be there for
days. The clothesline pole no longer looks
like a postcoital phallic symbol. The storm
windows are on. The lawn is raked. Even
the squirrels are frustrated by a piece of tin
over their hole.
You might think I'd feel pretty good. But
right in the middle of all this executive
organization of mine, my wife got us into
one of those log jams we have about once a.
year. She decided to get the living room
rug cleaned.
Quite simple, really. It's just a little old
Indian rug, 12 by 18, that can be rolled up
and carried anywhere by six men and a
camel. She arranged for it to be picked up.
' Then she decided to have the hardwood
floor done while the rug was away. She
decided the under-rug was ready for the
dump, which it was. She called the
under-rug man.
Then she learned that the floor
finisher had to have all the furniture out of
the living room, to operate his sander.
This required a couple of moving men, as I
have a sore. back. We decided to take the
chesterfield and the dining room table out
through the French doors and leave them
either in the back yard or the garage,
covered with plastic.
This was vetoed by cooler heads, of
which there were very few left, by this
time.
Oh we had a busy busy Hallowe'en, I can
tell you. The sanding machine was roaring
like abull moose in the living room. You
had to vault over the chesterfield to answer
the trick-or-treaters. And the latter set fire
to a vast pile of dry leaves out at the curb,
with a nice breeze blowing, and the
neighbors phoned the fire department,
reluctant to see my garage and two vintage
used cars go up in pa-boom!
We've weathered the storm. Through
sheer executive genius, I got all the right
people in the right places at the right time,
Ihaven't lifted so much as an ash tray, and
after having a tooth extracted, I found that
I couldn't eat for a few hours, but could
manage a little straight rye sucked through
a straw.
But next time, Lord, please don't be so
literal-minded. Those Indian summer ,s
get my wife..so excited she'll be the death
of me. And I still have to pay off Jim and
his carpenters, Mike and his helper, the
mg cleaners, the floor sanders, the
under-rug people, and the leaf raker. If
.i4
sotneone said to me "Get thee to a
nunnery," I'd probably take him up on ft.
And find that the nuns were having the
whole convent redecorated.
Seal Campaign
has $18,206
Gifts totalling $18,206.45 have
been received by the Christmas
Seal Campaign, the Huron Perth
Lung Association was told at a
meeting in Seaforth. The
campaign continues thrOughout
Deceniber.
,f. Cann, Exeter, told the
meeting that the organization had
participated in Asthma Week,
October 3 -
The National Education Week
on Smoking Cerninitte had Made
plans for observance of the week
according to g. -O'Brien of
Goderich. Poster Contests will be
held in public and separate
schools and films hi schools and
other organizations will be'
shown.
Since clean air is necessary to
ecology,, he said that the
ClllpifaSis of the contest in
secondaty schools, will be placed
on the "non-sinoking paigit in
the future,
Reminder
To Employers!
Now Is The Time
To Order Your
CHRISTMAS
WORKERS!
Call Canada
Manpower Centre
Listowei
291-2920