The Huron Expositor, 1985-11-20, Page 2Huron 4
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History or hype
"Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate."
Those words, spoken by the late John F. Kennedy at his 1961 presidential
Inauguration, commend themselves to Ronald Reagan and Mikhail
Gorbachev today at the superpower summit in Geneva.
The American and Soviet leaders could look back upon the failures of
past summits and decide to turn this latest one into a modest
get -acquainted session or a cynical propaganda exercise. Alternatively,
they could look ahead to the kind of world they want their grandchildren
to inherit and decide to confound the low expectations created by their
own intransigence.
If they choose to make this first summit in six years a slice of history
rather than merely a sluice for hype, they will act to narrow their
differences on arms control. They will, for a start, reaffirm their fidelity
to the unratified SALT II treaty and the ratified ABM treaty — and they
will address the alleged violations which have called both pacts into
question.
The disclosure of U.S. Defence Secretary Caspar Weinberger's counsel
of inflexibility on the eve of the talks may have been intended to stiffen
Mr. Reagan's resolve against such accommodations, but the leaked letter
underlines the point which Mr. Gorbachev made to U.S. Secretary of
State George Shultz in Moscow recently about the weight of the
military-industrial complex in the formulation of U.S. policy. The U.S.
president will be under pressure to show that he IS not the captive of that
hardline constituency.
The run-up to the summit has produced an important element of
overlap in U.S. and Soviet proposals for deep cuts in offensive nuclear
missiles. The two leaders have an opportunity to seek further common
ground and thereby impart fresh momentum to the arms control talks in
Geneva. But this is Improbable unless the two superpowers can achieve
an entente on space weapons — one which permits research but bans
unilateral deployment.
If arms control progress is a necessary condition for a successful
summit, it is not a sufficient condition. Peace requires more than
plowshares. it also demands constraints on the political competition
between the superpowers. The summit should, for example, devise a
constructive role for the Soviet Union at an Arab-Israeli peace
conference. Commitments by Mr. Gorbachev to renew diplomatic ties
with Israel and furnish exit visas for Soviet Jews would provide the
passport for a responsible Soviet re-entry into the Middle East.
Both superpowers have defined their vital interests in mutually
exclusive and hostile terms. Yet possibilities for stand -downs do exist.
The summit could promote a trade-off on tolerance for next-door
nuisances: a phased Soviet pull-out from Afghanistan in return for an end
to American military and economic pressure on Nicaragua. The
superpowers could forswear confrontation in Africa and instead emulate
their Ethiopian famine relief collaboration.
Almost a quarter-century ago, John F. Kennedy articulated that test of
statesmanship. Messrs. Reagan and Gorbachev could do worse than
recall and requite his summons: "If a beachhead of co-operation may
push back the Jungle of suspicion, let both sides Join in creating a new
endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the
strong are just and the weak secure and peace preserved.
"All this will not be finished in the first hundred days. Nor will it be
finished in the first thousand days, nor in the life of this Administration,
nor even perhaps In our own lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.''
—Toronto Globe and Mail
IN THE YEARS AGONE
-OPINION
Hogan plow common
100 YEARS AGO
Dr. Hanover, formerly of this town, but
now of London, has been appointed Secretary
of the Local Branch of the Irish National
Teague.
Mr. E.B. Hollis, Seaforth's Comique, has
been engaged to take part in a grand concert
to be given by the Palmerston Town Band, on
Friday, the 27th instant.
All the plows used at the recent Hibbert
and Usborne Plowing Match, but two, were
from the establishment of Mr. D. Hogan, of
this town. The Hogan Plow is now becoming
as popular and common as the John Gray
Plow was fifteen years ago.
Mr. Richard Dennie has disposed of his
hotel business here, to Mr. A.D. White, of
Brussels.
75 YEARS AGO
A total eclipse of the moon is scheduled for
November 16.
Mr. Angus McLeod, of Woodstock, spent a
few day the beginning of the week with old
Seaforth and McKillop friends.
Mr. and Mrs. Maloolm Ferguson, of
Vancouver Island, have been spending some
weeks with Mr. and Mrs, D. Moore and other
relatives and friends in Egmondville.
Mr. Jake Sproat, tilemaker at Spmatsville,
Tuckersmith, spent a couple of days this week
with friends in Roxboro.
Over 100 tons of Dutch setts have been
marketed in Zurich this season. This
represents a value of about ten Thousand
. dollars. There certainly appears to be money
in onion growing.
50 YEARS AGO
The first business before council was the
appointment of a member of council to act as
reeve for the remainder of the year.
Councillor Isaac Hudson was appointed to the
position.
A feature which will appeal to all children
of the district is commencing on Saturday at
1:30, when the first in a series of story hours
for boys and girls from 8-12 years -old will be
held. This practise has proved popular in
other centres and will, no doubt, be popular
in Seaforth.
Mrs. Alex Ross, Brucefield, celebrated her
94th birthday on Tuesday of last week.
Despite her great age, Mrs. Ross is in full
possession of all her faculties and enjoys the
best of health.
25 YEARS AGO
District 8 of the Ontario Association of
Agricultural Societies announced this week
that the district award for best essay had gone
to Susan McLean, of Seaforth. Miss Me-
Lean's essay will now compete with those
from other districts for the provincial award.
Jane Cornish won the Junior girls cham-
pionship and Wayne Scott was the mmner-up
for the Junior boys at a recent sports meet at
RCAF Station, Clinton. Both are students of
Seaforth Public School.
Mrs. Robert Cook and Mrs. E.T. Rowe,
Hensall area Brownie leaders and Mrs. W .J.
Cameron and Miss Pat Rowe, Guide leaders,
attended Guiders' Training in Goderich,
Saturday.
FREE SKA TING — The Seaforth Optimist Club held their annual Somerville, 10, left, and David McNairn, 10, couldn't wait to get their
sponsored skating day at the local arena and a large crowd of young Skates on and get going. (Raft's photo)
people were on hand to take advantage of the free Ice time. Jeremy
Stuff accumulates everywhere
Has anyone else noticed we are being
invaded by stuff? Stuff accumulates every-
where and there seems to be a direct
relationship between the space available and
the amount of stuff. Stuff is very difficult to
define. This is because it encompasses so
much and can best be described by words
such as sundry and miscellaneous. If you're
not sure what it is or where to put it then it's
probably stuff.
Everybody, even the most meticulous
housekeeper has a junk drawer. Junk
drawers are usually found in the comer of the
kitchen and are full of good stuff. There are
fuses, candles, matches, pencils, (usually
with no lead), elastic bands and all kinds of
necessities that don't require a cupboard or
drawer of their own. Some people have junk
rooms. Mine used to be called the laundry
room, but the washing machine somehow got
lost in all the stuff. Here there are boxes of old
art work, postcard collections, report cards,
half finished sewing projects, and much,
much more. My excuse for having all my good
stuff stashed in the laundry is I don't have a
garage or a basement. These two places are
ideal for storing all the belongings you will
probably never use again but can't bear to
part with. Basements are like treasurer
troves when they get leaned out. Half the
stuff you couldn't bear to part with, you
forgot you had, until there was a leak in the
basement. And garages...well I know lots of
garages that have never even seen a car.
Garages tend to fill up with sporting goods,
HERE'S THE BEEF
by Carolanne Doig
carpentry and wood working projects, and all
kinds of things that just need a "bit of work"
ora new part, and therefore are perfectly all
right and should under no circumstances be
discarded, It's just finding the time or the
part is ,almost impossible and the items just
hang around the garage gathering dust and
keeping out the car...
Drawers, junk rooms, garages, and base-
ments, are not the only spaces where things
pile up. Have you checked the spare room
lately? Company coming? Where are they
going to sleep? I know there are beds in there
somewhere. Better get that ironing put away,
and hang up those summer clothes. Spare
rooms are great for temporary storage. I
remember going south one year and putting
the artificial Christmas tree, complete with
bobbles, in the spare room until I got home.
W ell good elves are hard to find these days
and the tree was still waiting patiently in the
guest room when i came home three months
later. There's nothing like temporary stor-
age. !
Okay, so you're a neat freak and you can
get the car in the garage, the guest room is fit
for a queen, and your junk drawers have
everything in alphabetical order. No one's
perfect. Let's have a look at the top of your
refrigerator. Aha. I knew there had to be
some spot where there was stuff. What is it
about the tops of refrigerators that is so great
for storing miscellaneous paper? Everyone
keeps paid and unpaid bills on the fridge.
There's incoming and out -going mail, not to
mention grocery lists, lottery tickets, and
spare change. Clean it off today and it'll be
covered again tomorrow. Everybody does it.
Sometimes i feel there is no end to the
amount of stuff i gather. If i had a basement
or a garage I'd really be in trouble. I don't
know where it comes from. I quit smoking and
now all my ashtrays are full of stuff. Need a
paperclip, safety pin, pennies, or a remem-
brance day poppy? Every ashtray in the
house is full. Vases are the same and so is the
little dish on the window sill. it was empty
when 1 put it there and now it's full and I just
keep adding to it.
So you think you're immune, do you? You
think you're protected from the great stuff
invasion? Just place an empty candy dish on
the coffee table or window sill, leave it for a
week, and then have a look. You too are a
victim of the miscellaneous, sundry accumu-
lation syndrome...a product of our times.
Television anaesthesizes
CORNUCOPIA
Quick, what's the best program on
television today? Hillstreet Blues? Cheers?
The Cosby Show?
Now, what's the worst? Dynasty? Solid
Gold? T. V.'s Bloopers and Practical Jokes'?
The Soaps? lifestyles of the Rich and
Famous? The latter roll call, unfortunately,
goes on and on.
Favourite t. v., like music and religion, is a
personal thing. What makes one person
tingle all over may make the next viewer
vomit. To a small degree, popularity makes a
program or entertainer good. Geez, Barry
Manilow is popular but the mushy crooner's
music has been ripped apart by the critics for
years. That, however, hasn't prevented
Baaariee from regaling us with his brand of
sludge.
When a wide range of diversified enter-
tainment became available via pay t. v., and
satellite dishes, those who can afford it have
been treated to a nirvana of outstanding video
fare.
On the other hand, many of us who can't
afford the luxury of pay t. v,, or a large dish
have had to settle with television that is
woefully supine. i know, you don't have to
watch this junk. Read a book, play with the
kids, listen to some music etc. etc..,.
For example. Global offers us Profiles of
Nature Thursday nights at 8 p. m. Prime time.
I'm not in the mood for a nature program
explaining the mating habits of the common
eider duck. Don't get me wrong, this type of
viewing is worthy and usually educational but
it belongs on T V. after school instead of the
current pile of rubbish or in a Sunday
morning time slot. The Sabbath, instead, is
infested with a hoard of disgusting pray t.v.,
by David Broome
evangelists gouging the gullible for money.
W hen a quality show does happen along it
is usually gutsy and bolder than most and
sho'nuff it will surely offend those whose
character and morals tend to be on a
somewhat higher plain than the rest of us.
When the sitcom Soap aired a few years
ago, it so riled the righteous extremist
bulldogs of the moral majority that the witty
satirical show was pressured right off the
tube.
Movies are another story, especially
made-for-tv features. Most are packaged
nicely into bundles of 90 minute laundered
lethargy. That way they fit perfectly in
between reruns of Threes Company and
rove Boat. Most are heavy -laden with
innuendo - all talk and very little action.
Heck, if you commit a crime big enough,
chances are you can be immortalized in a
made-for-t.v. movie in a couple of month's
time.
Have you noticed when a real good film is
shown it's usually at some coma inducing
hour like one in the morning. Or, if one is
served up at prime time the censors have
usually butchered it beyond recognition.
That's a C.T.V. specialty. i can't understand
the reasoning why eight Wingham dumped
their late movie for the yapping pretentions of
Phil Donahue.
Of course, our beloved Buffalo stations
delete all swear words and snip out all scenes
of sex and nudity.
You can splatter someone's intestines all
over the floor but the American guardians of
acceptable television viewing put their
collective big foot down when it comes to,
egad, sex.
You can, however, catch the odd uncut
movie on Canadian television. For example,
City T.V. in Toronto, despite the tbrtorous
offal it has shown lately, periodically offers us
tantalizing unsnipped films.
On the whole, the boob tube is a castle of
indolence. W e are besieged with ePandobad
box of game shows, soap op
situation comedies and cops and rubbers
nonsense. It's enough to test the mettle of the
strongest souls and tends to make one feel a
little jaded in the process
Is it any wonder there has been a boom in
the movie rental business and an explosion of
V.C.R sales.
tt would be wonderful to have one
unshrinking programmer brake the chains of
the advertisers and say, to hell with the
religious zealots, and give us some coura-
geous, powerful television viewing.
As long as the ad people pay the bills
though the minority pressure gtoups influ-
ence thinking, the anaesthesia current t. v.
produces, will continue for some time to
come.
Organized disorganization?
Ls there such a thing as organized
disorganization?
I once thought so, but lately, with the way
things have been piling up at my place, Tm
not so sure anymore.
This past weekend was the weekend I
rounded up my paraphenalia for Christmas
It involved the annual trip home (to mom and
dad's place), the rooting through of endless
cupboards and boxes, where Ivaguely
remember storing stuff at the end of last
year's holiday season, the loading up of the
little "Honda", then the transport and
delivery of the "goods" to Seaforth.
As always happens when I make the daring
search through those cupboards, laden with
the fruits and labors of my existence through
the years, inevitably the question I get from
mom and dad is, when will all that stuff be
leaving the premises - permanently?
1 no sooner take out a few carloads of stuff
then I'm carting home replacements. You
know, the golf clubs for storage during the
winter to take the place of the skis that are
now needed; the summer clothes you lust
don' t have room for anymore because you've
brought all your winter coats out of storage,
and the tennis racquet, tennis balls and other
SWEAT SOCKS
—-by Heather McIlwraith
sporting stuff you promised yourself would
get used this summer, but as always sat in a
corner, not only taking up space but
collecting dust.
By my own admission I have a lot of junk,
but I hide it well by storing the majority of it in
someone else's home - namely the basement
of mom and dad's house, (Actually, my
collection started out filling one cupboard in
the basement but with time has grown to fill
two closets on the second floor, some space in
the fruit cellar, and a good deal more than just
one cupboard in the basement.)
Regardless the search went well, or at
least, it got done, and the goods i require for
my Christmas planning and whatever are
now safely in Seaforth, albeit in some state of
confusion.
My next task 1 suppose is to take the boxes,
bags and mishmash of items and put them in
some semblance of order, so that life, as I
previously knew it, can continue.
For by my own adrrfission my Christmas
paraphenalia is some collection, and primar-
ily of junk. There seems to be something
about Christmas that spurrs the creative
genius (hahaha) in me and compels me to
attempt the impossible in trying to turn
ordinary household objects into works of art.
For the past two to three months my
apartment has been a haven to hundreds and
hundreds (or so it seemed) balls of wool,
countless tubes of oil and acrylic paints, a
number of Canvasses and turpentine -soaked
towels. But it seems that was not enough.
Just when that pile of stuff was managinjg
to diminish I had to go and replenish the
stock.. For in addition, to all 01 that 1 m now
living amidst a jungle of pinecones, dried
flowers, ribbon, paper, and anything else I
could lay my hands on that i thought might be
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