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The Goderich Signal-Star, 1987-11-04, Page 37Entertainment *Feature *•Religien 0*erroiQ ,*More SECTION GODERICH SIGNAL -STAR, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1987 WWW WILLIAM THOMAS Dancin' u Anne Mullen, of Stratford, has taken over the dance classes at the Kinsmen Centre, from former instructor Sandra Kreitner, as of this fall, teaching ballet, jazz and tap dancing to local youngsters. Children under age six, take a general dance program, which is basically an in- troduction to dance. "Their bodies are not strong enough to cope with the exercises and movements of dance," Mullen said. Mullen has taught for over 30 years, starting in British Columbia at the Univer- sity of B.C., she moved on to Calgary, Kit- chener and finally Stratford. She has. taught seminars for the federal governe- ment in the Northwest Territories for five years,. working mostly with Indian and Eskimo children and adults. She has also choreographed half -tune shows for the Calgary Stampeders football team. been an adjudicator of dance festivals and judge of beauty pagents in Canada and the United States, as well as choreographing fashion shows, musicals, pagents and recitals. Mullen has studied dance in Canada, the United States and England. She teaches students involved in competitive dance, festival work, exams and also less -serious students who dance simply for fun. A member of the Russian Ballet Society and the Canadian Dance Teachers' Association, Mullen has taken teacher training courses with Dorothy Carter, of London; National Ballet, Toronto; York University, Western Kentucky University and New York City at various seminars and schools. "Recently, my group placed first in the Ballet Character section at the competi- tion at Canda's Wonderland. These were my students from Stratford and they .per- formed an Italian Tarentella," said Mullen, adding that over 40 of her students recently performed at Kitchener's famous Octoberfest. Mullen, 54, is married to Perth County Judge J. Arthur Mullen. The couple's . children are all grown up and on their own and they have three grandchildren. Debrah Smith, a teacher at Victoria Public School, Goderich, is , assisting Mullen with the classes. Dance class), is hopping a storm Classes at the Anne Mullen Dance School, at the . Kinsmen Centre in Gjoderieh, have been really !toppings since Mallen took over as the school's in- structor last fall. Above: Mullen leads a group in the general dance program (six and under) through some excercises, while in the lower photos, local youngsters demonstrate how dancing can be a truly expressie art, through some interestingbody language. (photos by Patrick Raftis) . What evil lurks under the surface I don't know exactly how or when this thing got started but yesterday was the 22nd day in a row that I've found Malcolm staring at a hole in the ground. The hole is about three inches in diameter in high grass, three cottages down from me between Morlogs anc Colavincenzos. About three weeks ago I was returning home from the Becks where I had delivered a perfectly good beehive that had been blown out of a tree on my front lawn. I reckoned the kids. would take it to school and have fun with it playing show and tell or sting and sing or 'let's -jam - this -up- Mrs. Conigg's-tail-pipe'. And there he was hunched down in the grass, his paws tucked in under his chest, his overbite fixed in a stupid grin and staring straight down into this hole. I left him alone. Going on 13 years of age, Malcolm is still looking for his first, .' fresh kill. To my knowledge he has never caught a rodent that wasn't already wounded or in an advanced stage of ar- thritis. Malcolm considers it a good catch if, when I brush the cob webs from his whiskers, they contain something that's still moving. He failed to show up for lunch so I went over to the hole, picked him up and car- ried him home. At supper he failed to respond to the sound of the electric can opener. This was cause for alarm. This was tanta- mount to Pat Carney turning down a donut. I went to -the hole and carried him home to dinner. I imagine this is the same method they use to move Emanuel Lewis around a television studio. • When he wasn't home at 11:20 to watch Dick Beddoes do the sports I thought - lucky or not, I better find him. The beam from the flashlight did not pick up two fluorescent orbs in the night, so my first thought was that he wasn't there. Closer inspection revealed he was in fact there, but asleep at the hole. Malcolm may not possess the finely - honed instincts of a nocturnal predator but his dedication is exemplary. I shone the light down the hole but no eyes shone back. We went home to bed. The next day was more of the same: Malcolm impersonating a bored but relentless contract killer and me shuttl- ing, him between hole 'and home like a loaf of white, sliced bread. Then I became curious. There had to be somrething down that hole. Cats may be crazy but they're far from stupid. Show me the .human who. has figured oat a way to get three square meals a day and his stomach scratched for doing nothing all day. ( Prisoners and postal workers don't count). Now there's two of us looking down this hole. When you sit for a long time lost in contemplation, it's downright frighten- ing the strange thoughts that come creeping into your mind. My first thought was that 'boa baiting' was spreading like a regional virus. First the entire city of Hamilton spent three days riveted to their television sets with the cameras aimed down a toilet pipe where a boa constrictor had last been seen heading. south. They were fascinated by looking down a dark hole in a bathroom floor and I think it said something about the level of civic boredom in that town. It was at that point that the rest of the country realized how very badly Hamilton needed professional hockey. We in Wainfleet laughed. Now here I was, three months later Nerving vigil over a hole in the ground with a cat that- kept nodding off during the exciting parts. It may have been self-hypnosis or a form of oddish osmosis but whatever it was I began to see things in that hole. I saw, clearly defined and in full color, the faces of every elected Conservative in the New Brunswick legislature. I saw the Leaf's chances for an '87 Stanley Cup running neck -and -neck with Free Trade's prospects for national approval. I' saw Larry Grossman's political future down there saving a spot for Brian's. It was hard to see everything because the hole was insulated with for- maldehyde and wide ties were everywhere. There was a lot of mail down there, legibly addressed and properly stamped marked "Next Day Delivery." There was a ton of tuna in that hole marked "Grade A" which had been crossed out and remarked "Third World" which had been crossed and remarked "Cat Food" which had been crossed out and remarked "Deep Six" signed "Speaker Of The House." There was a pile of negotiable cheques and debentures from the Northland Bank of Edmonton, Alberta. In amongst all 'that paper was a death threat that read "I'll get even with you &* * ! ) %'s if it's the last thing I ever do." It was stained with tobacco juice and signed "Doyle". There was a stack of freshly laundered shirts, large shirts, starched and folded and marked "Pick up Tuesday -Hoffa". Turn to page i0A