The Lucknow Sentinel, 1978-05-17, Page 2Page 2-- Lucknow Sentinel, Wednesday, May 11, 1970
The Lucknow Sentinel
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LUCKNOW, ONTARIO
"The Sepoy Town"
On the Huron -Bruce Boundary
Established 1873 - Published Wednesday
.Published by Signal -Star Publishing Ltd.
Robert G. Shrier - president and publishes
Sharon J. Dietz - editor
Anthony N. Johnstone - advertising and
general manager
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A bouquet this week is thrown to the
Lucknow Concert Band, the Lucknow
Junior Concert Band and their director,
Gord Cayley.
Their evening of music at the
Lucknow arena on Saturday was not only
enjoyable, because- those were our
children playing the instruments, but,
because their musicianship was excel-
lent.
They played difficult, advanced.
arrangements of Broadway musicals,
movie scores, country and western,
hymns, popular songs., and the classics.
Yet, there was hardly a wrong note or a
musician off key.
Their obvious pleasure in creating
their music was only outdone by the
enjoyment of the audience who was
stirred to foot tapping, hand clapping
and singing along.
It is significant that in an age of.
adolescent problems including drugs,
and alcohol abuse, speeding cars and
teenage pregnancy that the young
people of Lucknow have such an
organization as the band to act as an
activity for their free time.
The talents of Mr. Cayley as a music
instructor are obvious. The children are
receiving excellent music training. But,
he is also capable of instilling within the
youth a pride in their band, their dress,
their musicianship and their conduct.
None of the band members wore blue
jeans as are so frequently seen at school
variety concerts in the area. Each
musician conducted himself with a -.
composed manner and above all stage
presence which so many of their rock
idpls lack completely. There was no
giggling or guffawing during the
performance, each concentrated on his
music to make his contribution to the
whole his best effort. ' They, also have a
pride in themselves and a respect for
their director, a respect which is not
demanded but earned.
As parents the people of Lucknow are
lucky to have someone such as Mr.
Cayley in their community, who is
willing to spend time with the young
people, leading them in an activity that
does much more than just keep them off
the streets.
The training and experience these
young people receive during their years
in the band will do much to shape their
adolescence and will have a very
significant effect on the direction of
their adulthood.
It is encouraging to see youth in our
community who can use' their free time
to expand their knowledge, experience
and outlook. They have learned that
constructive activity can . be creative,
rewarding and a lot of fun.
And to the. delight of their audiences,
they do it. well.
LOOKING BACKWARDS
THROUGH THE SENTINEL FILES
75 YEARS AGO
This is apple blossom time.
A lacrosse match will be one of
the chief attractions in Lucknow
on May 25.
No less than three musical
combinations struck the village on
Wednesday morning, consisting
of a hand organ and monkey, a
couple of Hungarian pipers and a
lady -and gent with a harp and
fiddles. It was a gala day for the
little folk and many of the big
ones as well.
According to the new re -distri-
bution of the seats for the
Dominion Parliament, the County
of Bruce will be entitled to only
two members in future instead of
three as at present.
Electrical engineer Strickland,
of Toronto, is. "Yat present in
Lucknow looking over the electric
light plant for the purpose of
giving council an estimate of the
value and also as to what it would
cost to install a new plant with all
modern improvements. As soon
as the engineer's report is
received by the council, a public
meeting will be called to discuss
the advisabaility of the municipal-
ity taking over the plant and
running it in connection with the
waterworks.
Master Gladie McQuaig had
his right hand badly crushed
between rollers at the Lucknow
Furniture Factory on Monday
morning. The whole hand is
terribly lacerated and large pieces
of flesh were completely torn
away. .
William Switzer of Holyrood
was badly hurt in a runaway
accident on Thursday. The falling
of a door frightened the broncho
he was driving and Mr. Switzer
was thrown out of the rig, and
falling on, his head, was uncon-
scious for some time. He received
a severe cut on the head and was
shaken up.
Laurier columnist reports there
was a rush to Lucknow on
Saturday last which ended in a
great disappointment to, some.
50 YEARS AGO
A former manager of the Bank
of Hamilton, Lucknow, John D.
Nichol, was killed when struck by
a train in Fort William when
crossing the railway tracks on his
way home at noon. The body was
brought to Lucknow for burial in
Greenhill Cemetery.
Anniversary services were held
in the Presbyterian Church,
Lucknow, on Sunday when large
congregations at the morning and
evening services heard the guest
speaker, Rev: James MacKay, of
London, one of the outstanding
ministers of the church.
Mother's Day was fittingly
observed at Hackett's Church,
Ashfield, with a mother's choir
giving special singing. At Blake's
Church, a very happy thing was
done when a boquet 'of roses was
presented to Mrs. Mary Blake,
one of our mothers in Israel who
formany years has given
unstinted service and leadership
in the Church.
' The weather was favourable
last Friday to a unique afternoon
in the United Church when a
Senior Folk Gathering was held.
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by D.A. Campbell
The old frame house on the "Hungry Hundred"
lacked many conveniences but we did at least have a
telephone. We shared the line with a host of privacy
pirates who were otherwise wonderful people.:
"You can do without your friends but you ca;g't 'do
without your neighbours." We really had no choice.
Via the telephone, the intimate details of our personal
lives became common knowledge, whether we liked it
or not!
When our "one long and two shorts" broke the
silence, Angus would force his painful joints into
action, and limp, skip and hop, in order to be first in
the race to the wooden monstrosity on the hallway.
With his face half ay -yard from the -mouthpiece, he
would scream at the instrument, as if there were no
wires 'twix him and the caller.
"Huiloo...Noo... this is Angus... well... if yer really
have ter....' 'spose yer can...." I'II git 'im... Don!
Sombody wants ter talk ter yer."
Angus would reluctantly thrust the receiver into my
hands, like a spoilt child forced to part with a toy. Th-
warted, but with a defiant jerk of his head, he would
limp back to his domain andleave the door wide Oen':
He had no intention of missing one word of my
privileged conversation on HIS phone.
By the time I was able to speak, the line would
already be losing ifs strength. I would hear the
boisterous laughter of children, the clatter of dishes,
._ and thechronic asthmatic breathing of old Mrs.
Fraser. Most of the one -roomed school board (or their
wives), were also ardent listeners on our "hot line",
and eager to extend their knowledge of human
behavior.
"This is a long distance call, and with all you nosey
people on the line, I can't hear a darned thing, I
would° explain to my devoted audience. "Tell you
what. Hang up, and when i've finished, i'll call you
back and give you all a run-down on the con-
versation."
This usually did the trick, except for one persistent
listener: The asthmatic breathing was . always
present, refusing to be eliminatedfrom my secret
'life!
One summer's evening l received a visit from the
young schoolmaster. He had not 'plo ;ed earlier to
brief me on the meeting, so I guessed it was to be
cloak and dagger business. We walked on the lawn
beneath the maples and, as was customary in those
days,discussed everything and nothing until we
finally arrived at the moment of truth.
"I may not be returning to teach school in Sep-
tember, Sir. My salary is only three thousand a year
and I really need more."
I realized,it had taken all his courage to blurt out
this statement. But why tell me all 'this? I was a poor'
newspaper editor come amateur farmer. How djd I fit
into the educational scheme of thing's?
"This is school board business" I said with con-
viction. "They shouidjdeal with teachers' salaries -
place it before the boar!"
"I have, Sir, but they are procrastinating' and I
have to make plans for my future... would you... could
you speak to them?"
I could picture it all. A Limey upstart just off the
boat from "over 'ome", walking into aboard meeting
and laying down the law. It would be social suicide. I
could see the face of Angus when he heard about my
interference. My God, anything but that. There must
be some other way. Suddenly, in a flash, 1 had it!
"Suppose "I get you another five hundred." (After
all I had my kids to think about.) D
"Five... five hundred" he stammered. "If..if
you...oh Sir, that's great!"
"Listen" I told him. "Tomorrow night a man will
call you and offer you three and a half grand to teach
in the city. Tell him you'll go for interview."
"But I don't want to teach in the city."
"I know!" i snapped. "But say you will go anyway -
leave the rest to me."
The next day I broke bread with another com-
munity editor, well known for his acting ability, and
outlined a part I had just written especially for him.
He protested, of course,' but 1 knew he would do it - he
owed me one from way back.
The play was not timed exactly according to script.
At the appointed hour, the party line was loaded. It
was fully forty minutes later that the "city call" came
through. I added my own ear to the line in spite of the
disapproving glare of Angus. I heard everything,
asthmatic breathing and all. My friendly,scribe acted
his part with perfection and the stuttering voice of the
teacher sounded really convincing.
Next morning, before I left to complete the latest
edition for the "grunt and thunder", the teacher paid
me another visit.
"The school board • they offered me another five
hundred • came to see me last night, right after the
man called - isn't that splendid?"
The moral of the story is "Believe nothing you hear
tin a party line," As for me, I shall feel guilty all my.
14,0 - 1 made my beloved" neighbours act like a bunch
of ding•a-lings!
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