The worst place to deal with the late Roy Wilson was on his own turf and I learned that early on in my dealings with him after joining "The Post" staff in 1945.
Roy was a member of a religious order known as "The Christian Association" headed by a gentleman by the name of Partridge, from Toronto and was accompanied by a Miss Hill and another gentleman. These folks would visit Wilson in the offices of "The Post" on a regular basis.
Wilson (R. P. as we called him) frequently approached his employees and would invite them to attend some of the meetings of the "Association". These gatherings were held in the upstairs of "The Post" where the Masonic Lodge held their meetings prior to erecting their new building on Mill & Kent St. E.
Speaking to my father about R. P's approach, his suggestion to me was to "go ahead, it won't hurt to see what it's all about."
Well, what I learned was that the "Christian Association's" philosophy was that no matter what we did in our lives it was because "God told us to do it!"
Feeling that an increase in salary would be nice, I formulated and idea that I thought might pay off handsomely.
Approaching Wilson I asked if I might see him in his office to which he agreed.
I sat down, after being invited to do so, and told him I had had a talk with God and that he suggested I ask for a pay increase. (I was making $15.00 per week.)
After Wilson changed the subject a couple of times we got back to the reason for our original meeting and he asked how much God suggested my salary be increased by.
"Five Dollars a week," I replied.
Well, "RP" jumped to his feet, slapped his hand on his desk and retorted "He told you no such a thing!"
As it turned out all was not in vain. I left his office with a Two Dollar increase, BUT one dollar of it would be withheld from my salary and donated to "The Christian Association"
I later learned that if anyone wanted anything it was better to approach Wilson anywhere but never on his home turf.