A reader, whom I renewed acquaintances with recently, was telling me how much he enjoyed my column about Roy Wilson helping "The Watchman - Warder" meet its' Wednesday deadline when the press broke down. "That was typical of how Roy liked to help others but I've got a little story for you that I'm sure your readers will enjoy," he said.
It seems that Roy had a couple of fellows who worked in the press-room and come noon hour each day, they got into the habit of leaving "The Post" and heading for Maunder's "Central Hotel" where they would enjoy a "liquid" lunch and, on the odd occasion, would return to work a little on the late side. This practice went on for a considerable length of time before Roy heard about it.
One day, much to the surprise of the two offenders, Roy was awaiting their return from their "liquid" lunch hour and before they could enter the building and get back to the press-room, they were told to get into Wilson's car as he wanted to take them for a ride and have a serious talk with them.
Being a man of great compassion, Roy didn't want to fire the fellows as he knew that were he to do so their families might suffer since the Warder was the only other newspaper in town and it was fully staffed so there would be no job openings there and they were not equipped to take on any other kind of work.
After about a 20 minute drive outside of town they arrived at Wilson's cottage where Roy stopped the car and the three of them got out.
Being a great lover of nature, and a teetotaler, Roy proceeded to take the fellows on a very lengthy walk on a nearby nature trail and while so doing, expounded on the beauty of nature and what all it had to offer such a the variety of beautiful birds with their songs and brilliant colors, the babbling brook, the wind whispering through the trees, the chipmunks and squirrels at work preparing for the coming winter etc. etc. while at the same time telling them all about the curse alcohol had brought upon mankind.
The trip to the cottage, through the nature trail, the lecture and the return to town, took up the entire afternoon and it wasn't until normal quitting time that they all arrived back at "The Post" where Roy extracted a promise that there would be no more noon hour escapades at the "Central" or any other such establishments if he allowed them to keep their jobs.
Agreed, they said.
It seems that one of the fellows, in relating the story to some friends, said "hell, after that nature trail walk and lecture that Wilson put us through no amount of booze could entice us to ever want to go through another afternoon like that again."