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ShopIifting is a crime
This is the season when local merchants hope for their highest volume of sales
for the year. This is also the time of year when they lose their highest volume of
inventory through shoplifting.
Shoplifting is simply a polite word for stealing, and the people who are involv-
ed in this are nothing more than thieves.
Shoplifting accounts for retail losses of more than $300 -million a year in
Canada. Still, many people do not take shoplifting seriously.
Some see it as a childish dare, a prank, just petty theft. However store owners
know that shoplifting can't be overlooked.
Locally, merchants must always be on the lookout for shoplifters. During the
Christmas season many shops hire extra floor clerks, and attempts are made to
display merchandise with extra safety and security protection.
Fortunately shoplifting hasn't reached the serious proportions in our business
communities as it has in larger urban centres. There, shoplifting, is a profession
and experts can oist more than $3,000 worth of goods in one looting spree.
In-store cameras, mirrors, fitting room regulations and electronic sensor
equipment are used in most city stores as a preventative measure against
shoplifting.
Who shoplifts? There's no set pattern. Shoplifters may young or old, male or
female, rich or poor. Some shoplift out of necessity, some out of greed. Still many
others steal with lack of motive or thought.
Robert Stephens, of Eaton's corporate loss prevention programs says, "Most
feel it is a victimless crime, that Targe corporations can afford the Toss. Those are
the same people who inflate their losses to insurance companies, don't pay park-
ing tickets and disobey traffic signals."
"Pro chore, what choice`,"
Dear Editor;,
As a concerned Canadian Citizen, I would
like some clarification on our present state
of health here in Canada.
Are our doctors, Hospitals and health
department up to date? Are they doing
everything possible, to make. Canada a safe
place to live in!
' I know they can do a lot of new things like
• heart transplants also liver and kidney
transplants. And if your heart has stopped
often they can make it tick again. •
But what about those 65,000 women and
girls in 1982 and the thousands and
thousands after that had to get an abortion
because their physical or mental health was
in danger?: Can't anything be done about
that! Maybe they had some kind of a disease
the doctors aren't telling us about?
In my mother's time some 50 or more
years ago our whole town consisted of 2,500
rural people. Mothers had .from eight to 16
children - they were all delivered by a mid
' wife. There was hardly ever a complication.
There was no doctorin the town. He had to
come from eight.miles away on his bike.
Morgentaler seems to be very concerned
about our poor unfortunate .pregnant
women. So much so that he publicly stated
to. have broken the law because it was
necessary. 300 Dollars worth of concern per
woman.
Are the doctors agreeing with this? Are
we in such poor condition that we can't
deliver babies safely? Or do we perhaps
have the disease of irresponsibility and
selfishness. Are we so uninformed that we
don't see what is going on? Don't we know?
We either are very ignorant, or we live in
a society that murders 'for the sake of
Ieidoscope
Raising a family, the joys and sorrows of
parenting is one of the most publicized
topics of the '80s.
The family has become a complex in-
stitution, confusing and perplexing, for both
children and adults,
Times have changed, people's ideals have
changed, children have changed. Liberal
thinking and a fast paced society have taken
its toll on family life as older generations
knew it.
Family life in our grandparents' time was
much simpler and more secure. Marriage,
making a living, raising a brood of kids were
the objectives. Each participant had their
well defined roles in the system. The woman
was wife and mother, and her job was to
make a home for the family, raise the
children and help her husband. The husband
was the bread winner, a consuming task to
keep this family clothed and well fed.
Children assisted their parents and learned
about the family business in preparation for
the day when they would assume the respon-
sibility.
That was yesterday. Today the basic
family structure remains the same, but the
original foundation has undergone many
restorations and renovations.
Today there are more single -parent
families, reduced birthrates and an increas-
ing number of divorces. Many couples are
co -habiting instead of marrying; married
couples are choosing not to have children
and among couples with children, fewer
women are full-time housewives.
Family life for children is much different
selfishness and convenience.
. A poorly informed girl or woman might be
unaware of that little girl or boy within her •
by the time of an abortion. But the doctor
knows and the attending nurse too because
they have to make sure there are .no parts
left. How do they feel when assembling that
little body? • ,
It is a scientific fact that by eight weeks a
baby is completely formed. A doctor is sup-
pose.to know or else he is not up to date.
If he then still does the abortion when the
mother is not in real danger he then is guilty
of murder, according to the law and surely
in the moral sense.
In Quebec they find that the population is
now in danger and abortions are soon to
become fewer. No wonder Morgentaler
wants to find richer pastures.
We are a people that want to be informed
at all times. Why are we so dumb as to fall
for him? Why don't we get information from'
that people that are really' concerned about
all these women. and girls? They don't get
paid for anything they do, except scorn and
flack.
• You hear a lot nowadays about pro -choice
people. But think of it? What choice? To kill
or not to kill? We all have a choice, a respon-
sible choice to get pregnant or not. There is
a very -safe way to prevent pregnancy. Ask
for the Billings Method. Live up to it and no
side effects. If for • any reason you do get
• pregnant, it is no reason for murder. You
will be surprised how much happiness it can
bring to another couple if given up for adop-
tion and to know you have loved enough not
to kill.
Just Concerned
Behind The Scenes
By Keith Roulston
Equal pay, equal value -
vvuen women say co me there should be
equal pay for equal work, I nod my headsin
solemn agreement. When women say there
should be equel pay for work of equal value
I'm apt to jump to my feet cheering and yell-
ing "Rightldn-. I want some of that too."
Equal pay for equal value is one of the
most controversial planks in the platform of
the women's movement. It has been applied
not just to say that a man and woman work-
ing side by side at the same job should be
paid the same but that the waitresses in a
fancy restaurant, say, should get paid the
same .as the guy who parks the cars in the
parking lot outside. •
It brings up the whole tricky question of
how important each job is. The answer of
how valuable a lob is in the whole scheme of
things should make many men cheer if it
could be applied right across the board. For
instance, shouldn't a farmer with his long
hours and his huge investment be at least
equal in what he makes from the production
of food to the guy who stacks the cans in a
supermarket? The supermarket worker,
protected by his union, is guaranteed his
pay week in, week out, good weather and
bad, surplus of food or shortage. The farmer
in a good year may make as much. In a bad
year may lose the whole farm and, if he's
lucky, get a job in supermarket stacking
cans of the Beans he once grew.
I think there's an argument, if we're real-
ly talking about equal pay for work of equal
value, that the farmer should earn as much
as a doctor since, if it wasn't for the
nutritious food our farmers produce, all the
doctor's skill and medicine wouldn't do a
thing. -
By Shelley McPhee
now than it was even a generation ago.
Children face a variety of problems and
choices, about sex and drugs, alcoholism
and abuse, child abduction and teenage
pregnancy.
Problems that only a few teenagers in my
generation faced, are more prevelant today
for many more young people.
What to do? Many family counselling
agencies, like the Huron Centre for Children
and Youth and Family and Children's Ser-
vices recognize the problems logically and
are working to develop some solutions.
In Kent County educators are taking the
lead in this direction by developing a paren-
ting skills course for secondary school
students.
The family studies courses are being des-
inged to teach parenting skills, money
management and examine inter -family
relationships.
The proposed course will involve more
than a text book education. The program
would also place senior family education
students for work terms at nursery and day
care centres to get first hand experience at
parenting skills.
Shirley Harrison, a Ministry of Education
official in Toronto noted that the course
would not solve all the problems of society.
Instead "it might be seen as an awareness
heightening in students," she suggested.
Recognizing the problems is one of the
first steps that adults and youth must take.
Many of these problerrs and worries were
aired nn nntir nn1 tt1P"ricinn last week. On the
Global and NBC showing - S.O.S. - Secrets of
Survival. -
This innovative program took an honest
look at today's teenagers, their concerns
and dreams, their despair and destiny.
S.O.S. talked about teenage suicide and
drug abuse, prostitution and sex, rock
roll, alcohol, parents.... It recognized rxaatiy
teen problems, revealed during intense ;in-
•terviews with many young people. There
were tears, anger and despair in thepro-
gram, but more importantly, it showed that
these young people are looking for a better
future.
Despite its heavy subject material, S.D.S.
was neither depressing or defeating. It .en-
couraged parents and teenagers to talk to
one another, to examine and understand the
problems that they are facing. i' -
The show was enlightened with upbeat in-
terviews with several specialists, and the
likes of Mr. T, Erma Bombeck and Bill
Cosby. Popular rock music videos accom-
panied the interviews and discussions.
S.O.S. successfully blended a combination
of thoughts and concerns from both parents
and children. It frankly addressed issues
from both viewpoints without conflict or
quarrel.
Dealing with today's parenting problems
and growing pains means understanding
and awareness, dialogue and education.
Parenting courses like that being developed
in Kent County, and programs like S.O.S.
will help to make all of us aware and inform-
ed.
•
1 used to get in trouble back when
teachers were striking here in Huron
because I failed to have the correct amount
of sympathy for their complaints that they
were underpaid and overworked. Selfishly,
as editor of a weekly newspaper, I felt I was
in the education business too educating
several thousand people a week. I worked
full days, 50 weeks a year, most evenings
and often on weekends but never made more
than half what a teacher made. I think a poll
of editors of newspapers in the county would
prove the same thing today.
I later worked in the arts as an ad-
ministrator, dealing with thousands of
customers, overseeing a staff of 40 - 50
employees. I never made more than three-
quarters of what a mailman makes.
At Thomson Hall in Toronto, a violinist in
the symphony is likely to make less than
half what the stage hand who sets up his
chair and music stand makes. Not much
justice in that.
Nor is there justice in the fact that an ac-
tor can make more in one day doing a silly
television ad for underarm deodorant than
in weeks creating a play that will really con-
tribute something to society. There isn't
much justice either in the fact the fisherman
can risk his life on wild seas to bring in a
catch and live below the poverty line while
in far off cities people make good livings
from serving up the fish in restaurants.
Actually ladies, given the strength of the
movement,, you stand a lot better chance of
winning your battle than the rest of us. But
get it quick. Justice tends to come to those
who have power and your power may end
with the passing of the current fashion.
The first snowfall excites people of all ages. While children slid
down the hills behind St. Joesph's Separate School on December 7,
adults were getting into the Christmas spirit by decorating their
homes and buying gifts. This year's winter has not been as harsh as
last year's, with only 14.5 centimeters of snow compared to last
year's 46 centimetres. (Anne Narejko photos)
agar and Spica
•
Turkey f"r all
WITH your kind permission, I'll tell you a
little Christmas story this week. We'll call
it: "Turkey for Easter-.
In my own home town, when I was a boy, a
Turkey Fair was held every winter, shortly
before . Christmas. There was a district
north of the town that was poor farming
land. It was rough and rocky, like some
parts of the Bruce Peninsula, and its in-
habitants had a difficult time scraping a liv-
ing cut of the inhospitable land. So most of
them grew turkeys. They'd let therri run
practically wild through the year. then br-
ing them to town for the Turkey Fair. The
main street would be lined with sleighs,'cut-
ters and old cars, all piled high with turkey
for sale. Buyers would come from the cities,
and the townspeople would all be out to pick
up their Christmas fowl. As a result, the
town street would be crowded. Jingling
sleighbells, scurrying people, filled with the
Christmas spirit, and crowds of turkey
farmers and their families, with the sharp -
faced buyers from Montreal and Ottawa
scutttling to get the best birds for the least
money, made it an exciting day for the
town's youngsters, and quite a few of us
didn't show up at school that day.
I'll never forget one Turkey Fair, when 1
was about 12 years old. It was right in the
middle of the depression. As usual, the
street was lined with turkey farmers, selling
their wares, by nine o'clock in the morning.
This was the big day of the year for them.
The rest of the year, they barely managed to
make ends meet. But when they had sold
their turkeys, they were rich for a day.
Some of them would have as much as 30 to 40
dollars, a lot of money in those days. This
was for them. It meant that children would
have something for Christmas, that Mother
might get a new dress, or pair of shoes, that
Father could. have a few beers and maybe
buy some shells for his gun, and that their
credit at the store could be sustained. They
were tr , ibly poor.
By Bill Smiley
Well, this one year, something happened.
At the time, I had no idea what it was, but it
was probably a glut of fowl on the market,
and too many people without money to buy
turkey 'for Christmas. At any rate, the
Turkey Fair was an utter failure. Only a few
buyers showed up, a lot of the townspeople
simply did not have the money, and were
living on credit, and the farmers could not
get rid of their turkeys.
At first they were selling a few for
outrageously low prices, 12 or 13 cents a
pound, instead• of the usual 18 to 25. But by
noon the turkey farmers were nearing
panic. They were running around with a
turkey in each hand, canvassing houses, try-
ing to sell them for seven and eight cents a
pound.
By four o'clock in the afternoon, the full
extent of the tragedy had been revealed.
Women stood by their sleigh -loads of
turkeys, with the tears streaming down
their faces, and three or four of their
children, cold and hungry wailing in sym-
pathy. The men's faces showed anger,- fright
and bewilderment. It was a bitter day for
them. It meant that instead of a Christmas
full of warmth and happiness they were fac-
ed with a Christmas bleak with despair,
lacking everything that usually made it
good, as well as a cheerless winter ahead,
existing by the barest of margins.
It was a shambles. Turkeys were hurled
into the streets and trampled on by bitter,
frustrated men. Others spent their last 50
cents for a bottle of cheap wine and got
drunk. The people of the town looked grave,
sympathetic, worried. Even the heavens
wept, and a down -pour of freezing rain foul-
ed the white snow and increased the general
misery.
I don't think I have every felt more sad
and depressed than I did that day, child
though 1 was. When I got home, I wanted to
spill all my feelings to my mother, but one
look at her face told me she knew. She went
about her work with that intense fury that
always possessed her when she was t. g
to hide her feelings, and I knew better. Tian
to start babbling.
A while later my Dad came in with a long
face, and he and my mother held one of
those low -voiced conclaves that drive
curious -children crazy. Then he went back
outside. My mother looked a little less
harassed. Then the rest of the family began
coming in, my young brother started hors-
ing around, and with the tough indifference
of a youngster, I almost forgot about the
turkey farmers and their despair, in the
babble of the family.
When my dad got home, we all sat down to
supper. In those days, you ate supper at sup-
pertime, in our circle. Mother and Dad still
looked pretty grave, but not so bad as
before, and we kids were all talking at once,
as usual. We had hamburg for supper. I was
feeling a bit disgruntled with my parents for
being so serious and uncommunicative, so,
probably to attract attention, I said: "Ham-
burg, hamburg, hamburg. We're always
eating hamburg. Aren't we ever going to eat
anything else around here?" You know how
a kid will say things like that. We did have a
lot of hamburg, but I liked it.
My mother gave me one look, got up, took
me by the ear, marched me to the woodshed
door, off the kitchen, opened it, and said:
"Yes, you're going to get something beiides
hamburg. You're going to eat turkey from
now until Easter." There, hanging from the,
rafters in the woodshed, were about 12 or 13
big turkeys. -
Next day I found out that other families in
town, among those who were able, had done
the same thing, out of sympathy for the
turkey farmers. By the time they had given
turkeys to all their friends, neighbors and
relatives, in an attempt to get rid of them,
there were a few people who went without
turkey THAT Christmas, in the town.