The Brussels Post, 1978-02-15, Page 7THE WINNER Rene Boogemans from Hensall won the log splitting race at the
Jamestown Winter Carnival on Saturday. Contestants had to split four stumps of"
wood in four pieces and Rene , completed his splitting in 57 seconds.
(Langlois"Photo)
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Cash crop
coarse, is on
Making money from cash crops
over the next three years may
depend more on a better educa-
tional package than a better
machinery package, says
Professor Gary Hutchison of the,
Office of Continuing Education,
,University of Guelph.
The home study course, Corn
Production, has been updated by
Dr. W. S. Young of the Ontario
Agricultural College. It is based
on the text Modern Corn
Production and several Canadian
and American publications, and
ineludes specially prepared
material on harvesting and
storage.
Although the material in the,
course is extensive, it is easy to
follow. Professor Hutchison says
it is so practical you can take it to
the field with you.
He estimates about 100 hours
of study are required to complete
the assignments. Dr. Rob
McLaughlin, extension
coordinator for the Department of
Crop Science, will evaluate
assignments and make
comments,
"Costs are rising and the
squeeze is on in-cash cropping,"
says Professor Hutchison. "The
Corn Production course could
help answer, most of these
problems. A better under-
standing of how the corn plant
reacts to heat, fertilizer, and
water may , trigger crucial cost
reductions,"
For more information about the
course, sponsored by the Ontario
Ministry of Agriculture and Food,
write Independent Study, Office
of Continuing Education, Univer-
sity of Guelph, Guelph, Ontario
NIG 2W1 or call (519) 824-4120
ext. 3401. Cost of the course,
including all study material, is
$70 for Ontario residents, $90 for
out-of-province residents.
Opening
new doors
to small
business
PETER HUXTABLE
one of our representatives..
will lye akt
Winghani Motel, W1NGHAM On the
3rd Tuesday of each month
)February 21,1978
Por prior information call 271-56
1836 Ontario Street, Stratford,
This week, for a change, I'd like to write
a nice, warm, sunny column, after bleating
piteously in the last one about our dreadful
Canadian winters.
" It's difficult. There's:a raging blizzard
howling around the house. The wind
moans, then wails, then shrieks in
frustration as it can't quite knock down the
sturdy brick strucure.
If I'd been like the first two little pigs,
my dwelling would be flat by now, and I'd
be bowling across the fields like-a tumbling
tumbks.weed.
Couldn't make it to work this morning.
Managed to get the old '67 Dodge started,
barrelled through a drift on the road,
couldn't, make the hill, backed down, got
stuck while turning, was pushed out, went
the long way around, drove for a bit'in pure
whiteouts, finally put my tail between my
legs, or came to my senses, crept hoine,
rammed the bid buggy 'into a drift, and
dived into the house.
My crazy wife, booted and scarved and
helmeted, was just starting off for the eye
doctor's, five blocks away. She thinks I'
make too much fuss about the weather,
mainly because she stays in when it's
dirty, and I'm the one who digs the car out
every morning.
I told her to go ahead, but I wasn't
driving her down.She stepped out the back
door, in thelee of the house, and declared.
it wasn't bad at all, that she'd walk,
implying by tone and expression that I was
a big chicken, and that she, raised on a
farm, was of the real pioneer stock who
didn't let a little 40-mile wind bother them.
"Go ahead. Enjoy," I suggested. She
stuck her nose in the air, sailed out the
back walk, got to the corner, turned purple
and almost went flying off like a 'seagull
caught in a squall.
When she crawled back in, panting, I
said it might be a good idea to call the,
doctgor. She did and learned that he,,
sensible man, had started for town, turned
around and gone home for the day, and all
appointments were cancelled. '
If she'd tried to make it to his office and
back, we'd have found her dead in a drift,
in about three days.
From my second-flooi window, the only
one that isn't frosted over, I watch the
show. One bewildered bird, tail blown
inside out, goes by on the wind like an
arrow, slams into a tree, grasps a. branch,
is caught again by the monster and tossed
out of sight into the spindrift. Must be
some sort of a miniature turkey', who didn't
know enough to go south with the rest of
the folks, and thinks he has it soft because
somebody is gorging him daily at a feeder,
Wham! Thunkl Ono of the shutters has
tom loose, swings' open against the
window frame; then slants back against the
brick wall. This goes on at irregular
intervals all day. My wife knows perfectly
well that when the wind dies, the shutter
will be in the half-closed position, a real
eye-spre, and that nobody is going to wade
through that snow with a ladder and fasten
it back.
I gently remind her that the same
shutter blew off completely last winter,
and lay near the front steps until well into
September before- being put back 4).
"Rrrowrr/" There goes a snowmobile,
hell-for-leather, with someone who thinks
he's Captain Marvel at the wheel. (If.
somebody comes out of a sideStreet, that
embryonic Evel Knievel will go straight
into him at 40 miles an hour. Oh, well. Qne
less.
No cars ab out now, after a few idiots
tried to make the hill, and all wound up
backing -ignominiously down.
There goes the oil truck, lumbering
through. Wish I owned about four of those
and I'd !be sitting in my southern
condominium right now, chortling as I
waited for the mail .to arrive so I could
count my cheques.
Taxi company has obviously taken the
phone off the hook. Don't blame them.
Send a driver out for a dollar and a half call
to some crazy old lady who wants to go
shopping, and wind up with a $15 towing
bill. "
There goes another tow truck. They're
having a field day. And they can have it.
I'm happy, sitting snugly at home, waiting.
for the soup to boil. Callecl the school.
Hardly anybody there. But we teachers are
like the Pony Express. We're supposed to
get through. I could walk. It's only a mile,
uphill, and I'd probably only get a heart
attack or pneumonia. They'll probably
deck nie a day's pay for not trying to get
through in my care and going in the ditch or
running down a pedestrian:
There's'that poor devil down the street,
shovelling. Every time I look out this
window, hes shovelling, tirelessly. Can
never be sure he's-real. More like a ghost
who has been assigned this job for
eternity, instead of coal in the Other P lace.
This is worse.
Wife worries about sister-in.laW, living
alone in the country. Worries about her
father, hoping he won't try to get around
the rural mail route today. Worries about
her daughter, who must buticlje heiself
and The Boys tip and venture into the
storm to deliver them to day care, herself
-to practice teaching assignment.
Tell her not to worry. There's nowt we
can do about it. In fact rather enjoying
the storm, the cutoff fee,,,,3g. The not going
to work feeling:
, A good storm is rather like a putge.
Cleanses the spirit of that daily grumbling
about the weather: