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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1965-07-22, Page 9• 1 • v 0' A New Sahara in the Making There is some scientific evidence which indicates that the entire North Af- rican shore was once a verdant forest of pine. Today, of course, the same area is • and desert. Sometimes we wonder whether a like fate is in store for the lovely lands of Southern Ontario. The process of deterioration is a very slow one. it starts with the death of the trees. In North Africa hordes of wild goats got all the blame but here in Ontario • we will have no one to blame but our- selves, It is fully ten years since the first warnings of Dutch elm disease were pub- lished, Forestry experts told how the ad- vance of tiny insects bearing a fatal fungus infection would cost this part of the coun- • try 90 percent of its stately elms. The experts warned that the only course of action would be to cut the diseased elms as soon as they showed the first signs of infection, The reliability of their advice is now apparent on every side. A short drive in • the open country is all you need to see the dead and dying trees. Nor are the elms the only trees which are suffering. An- other disease is attacking the maples along our highways. Hundreds of them • are either dead or fatally stricken. No doubt some efforts are being made to find causes and cures for these ail- ments, but by and large there seems to be little deep concern for the loss of these trees. One course of action could have been taken long since—the replacement of the failing trees with other and hardier types. Any farmer who has elm trees along his fence lines can correctly assume that most of them will be dead within five years at the very latest. He would do well to secure young trees of some other var- iety to take their place. The same is true of towns and town- ships whose councils are responsible for maintaining the trees on public roads and streets. A tree replacement program would make an excellent project for 4-H groups and service clubs. Ontario is a beautiful place, We have been blessed with a wide variety of scenic wonders which make almost every other part of our country seem a wee bit drab by comparison. It is this natural beauty which attracts so many visitors to the pro- vince each year and thus brings in a rich harvest of tourist revenue. Unless we are wise in the maintenance of this beauty it could evaporate before our eyes. Waters Are Still Muddy The recapture of Lucien Rivard last' • week brings the whole sordid scandal at Ottawa back into the glare of publicity. The complicated web of circumstances surrounding the case has enmeshed not only known criminals but leading govern- ment figures as well. Though several cabinet personalities have been involved, the public quite rightly looks to the Prime Minister as the one man who must take final responsibility for the actions of his deputies, Lester Pearson's personal integrity is such that no one except radicals would suggest guilt on his part, but the facts would indicate that his judgment was any- thing but the sharpest. It is quite plain now that he should have demanded a full and complete probe as soon as there was a-iy concrete evidence that bribery was ine motive behind the actions of some of • • his henchmen. Inevitably his own motives have been brought into question. The latest rumor is that every effort is being made to have Rivard extradited as speedily as possible because of new revelations which might come to light if he were tried in a Cana- dian court. If such revelations are indeed a possibility Mr. Pearson should be the first to demand hearings in this country so that he would have a chance to appre- hend the guilty, whether or not they happen to be his friends. Canadians have always prided them- selves on the fact that our national gov- ernment was free of the sort of graft which in years gone by made American politicians so unwholesome in our eyes. Now we are wondering whether or not our pride was well founded. Foolishness About Flags • Ever since the new Canadian flag was adopted there has been a great deal of nonsense about what flags people would actually fly. As a result it is now a com- mon sight to see a motel or service sta- tion along the highway flying either the • Union Jack, the Red Ensign, the new maple leaf flag of Canada or the adapta- tion of the Red Ensign which has become the official flag of Ontario—or all four at the same time. This state of confusion is understand- able where each of the flags has some • direct connection with our own country or province. The height of foolishness is achieved, however, when Canadian busi- ness places insist on flying the American Stars and Stripes as well. There is mistaken belief that flying the American flag makes a public demon- stration of welcome to visitors from the U.S. (usually those who have money to spend in Canadian places of business). Flying the American flag on Canadian soil is the height of ignorance and bad taste. The Americans themselves know this and snort in contempt at such ob- viously commercial motives. You never see a Canadian flag flying in the U.S. nor should you unless a head of state from this country is making an official visit to that country. Similarly that is the only time an American flag should be flown here. It Simply Doesn't Work M, J. Coldwell, former CCF leader, does not seem to have learned with the times, says The Letter -Review. At the • 1965 convention of the New Democratic Party he uttered that old slogan: "produc- tion for use, not private profit." This is one of the silliest of the social- ists' slogans. Production for use without profit would mean that there would be w too much production of many things and too little production of others. When there is private profit there is a balance between what the customer heeds and • what the producer is willing to supply. The producer who supplies goods at too high a price finds his customers revelling successfully. The producer who produces at too low a price finds that he is un- able to maintain solvency. It might be suggested that Mr. Cold- well, Mr. Douglas and other socialists should be given lessons in common sense. But there is perhaps no need for the pub- lic is sufficiently sensible that slogans such as that reiterated by Mr. Coldwell are not acceptable to the voters, THE WINGHAM ADVANCE . TIMES Published at Winghem, Ontario, by Wenger Bros. Limited W. 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They flew to the West Indies on Sunday morning. —National Defence Photo. baln btancoeimt Wingham, Ontario, Thursday, July 22, 1965 REMINISCING JULY 1915 Miss A. Haines, late of Haleybury, who has been spend- ing a couple of weeks with her parents in town, left on Monday to take a position at Ste. Marie, as telegraph operator for the C. P. R. Mayor Dr. A.J.Irwin , ac- companied by his daughter, Miss Oneida, are making a tour of the Western States. They intend returning via Vancouver and the Canadian West, and expect to arrive home about the lst of September. In the meantime Dr. Irwin's dental parlors are closed. Mr. N. L. Brandon of St. Marys with Mr, Lovel and son, Victor, accompanied by Mr. Brandon's mother who has been staying with him for the last five weeks, motored to Wing - ham for the 12th, in his nel Overland car. Mrs. Wilfred Reid and Miss L. Hazel Brandon re- turned with him to St. Marys, Mrs. A. E. Simmons of Bran- don, Man. , is visiting friends in town for a few weeks. Mrs. Simmons does not know if she will return west or not. She likes it out there but Wingham seems to have an attraction for her, Mrs. Simmons has three boys in training to fight for their country and King. JULY 1929 Dr. Gordon Webb, who open- ed apractice in town thisspring in the Davis property on Centre street, has accepted a position in the Owen Sound Hospital. He will have charge of the X -Ray department. The Buller Store, which was opened in Wingham about a year ago has been sold to the Sel-Rite Stores, who will take possession on August 3rd. Miss Jean Keith, a teacher of six yea's' experience, three of which was spent on the Tor- onto staff, has been engaged by the Wingham Business Col- lege. Fire of unknown origin com- pletely destroyed an unoccupied brick house on the farm of Mr. A, E. Purdon, on the 12th con, of West Wawanosh on Monday evening. While drawing in hay on Saturday at the home of Henry Wheeler, William Thornton, of Bluevale, had his ankle badly sprained. The hay loader broke, forcing Mr. Thornton to jump to the ground to avoid injury. JULY 1940 Last week Mr, William Jo- seph Henderson, Bluevale road, received a shaking up when he fell off the roof of one of the buildings that he was shingling at his farm. He dropped about ten feet, but was able to be out the end of the week. Fortunate ly no bones were broken. Mary Agnes Porter, pupil of Miss Cora Phair, successfully passed the Grade II Pianoforte, Toronto Conservatory of Music examination at Clinton, with honors, On behalf of the citizens of this community, we extend to Rev. W. A. and Mrs. Beecroft and their two sons a very hearty welcome. We hope that they enjoy it here. Mr. Beecroft and family arrived here last week from Haileybury. Mr. Beecroft is the new pastor at the United Church. Jack Lloyd and Raymond Bell are attending the Presby- terian Boys' Camp at Kintail this week. A quiet but pretty marriage was solemnized at the South Kinloss manse when Miss Jean Edna Johnston, daughter of Mr. and Mrs, Mark Johnston, Holy - rood, became the bride of Percy James Deyell, son of Mr. and Mrs.James Deyell, Wing - ham. Rev. G. M. Young offici- ated. Miss Mary Julia Preston, who recently completed a commer- cial course in the Wingham High School, also a short course at Westervelt School, in Lon- don, has been successful in se- curing a position in the main office of the Bank of Toronto, London. JULY 1951 For several weeks past work- men have been engaged in the task of dismantling the green- house on Frances Street, owned by Ernest Lewis. The new frame is being completed this week and it is expected that the task of putting in the glass will he started. A quiet wedding was sol- tnenized at St, Matthew's Ang- lican Church, Morrie, when Rev. Vogan united in marriage Joyce Audrey, eldest daughter of Mr, and Mrs. Lorne Sander son, of Winglram, and Mr. John Nelson Steuernol, son of Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Steuernol of fiowick Township, ANQ SPICE by Bill Smiley The Holiday Horrors Next person who chuckles at me, "Huh. Nothing to do now until school opens in September, eh?" is going to get a punch right on the nose, even if it's a dear, little, old lady who says it. That's how I feel about things after three weeks of "holidays" from teaching school. If the rest of the summer is anything like this they'll be putting fresh sod over me about the middle of August. It all began innocently enough, when two kids stole a taxi while the driver was having a beer, rammed it into the side of my car, across from the tav- ern and vanished. Next day, I had to dash a round trip to the city of 200 miles with my daughter, for her final teeth -straightening appoint- ment. The whole deal cost me $700. Know her reaction? She's going to miss her braces. "Gee, dad, they're a status symbol. Everybody knows that." Next day I cut grass all day because visitors were coming. They were old friends. And we were all a Iot older next day, after hitting the sack at 6 a.m. Up at noon and out for golf. Ever seen two old cart -horses trying to pull something uphill which they couldn't even pull down -hill? That's what Pete and I looked like as we drag -tailed our way up to the IBth green. Had to get the first-born out to his summer job on the boat by 8 a.m. next morning. But had no trouble waking up. The ruddy birds started yacking at 4 a.m. two paper -boys had a violent al- t or cation about conflicting routes under our window at 6, and the construction gang tear- ing up the road in front of our place got their mechanical mon- sters snarling by 7 o'clock, • Wrote column. planted grass, weeded flower•beds, soothed wife, distraught because hu son was leaving. She tried to make a big symbolic deal out of it. "Don't you realize this is the very last day in his entire life that he'll be at home, one of us?" (He'll be home two days a week all summer, but apparent- ly that doesn't count.) Next day, took Hugh to his boat again at 8, put ear in body shop to have door fixed, wran- gled with insurance company, helped two high school valedic- torians with their speeches, told wife to stop fretting about her son, told daughter to stop fight- ing With her mum. Whole family was going to boat to see Hugh off on maiden trip, to his unutterable disgust. Car wasn't ready. Panic. Tears. Recriminations. Borrowed a car; beetled to dock. Boat al- most out of sight when we ar- rived. My fault, though wife was half an hour out on embarkation time. Early a.m., drove wife to town 30 miles away for eye examina- tion. Couldn't find doctor; he'd moved. My fault. Late. Dashed for home after exam which con- firmed opinion wife is eagle- eyed. Had to change and drive 30 miles to still another town for big ceremonial dinner. But wife had to daily and watch a wed- ding before we left. Got there when most of the booze was crone. Insulted by lady who thought my wife was my daughter. En- tertained by lady who fell flat on her face on the lawn after bar re -opened. She got up game- ly, chortling, "He never laid a glove on me." However, today has been peaceful. People and their kids invited for outdoor dinner. It rained. Hugh arrived from boat with two accomplices, headed for a beach party. Kim is on her way to a pyjama party for some kid leaving town. Really quite placid. Mom downstairs doing eight acres of dishes. Dad sitting writing his rel'mtn. And the blasted con- struction gang working overtime out front. Holidays? You can't beat them. But if you can, please beat them to death with a big stick. Roll on September!