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2 The Canadian Statesman, Bowmanville, August 11, 1976 Section Two EDITORIAL COMMENT Ridiculous Situation Wasn't it Alice in Wonderland who said "Things get curiouser and curiouser?" Whoever it was, the situation that has been blowing up quite a storm at town and region council appears to fall into that category. Councillor Ken Lyall outlines some of the details in the following letter on this page and we add our own comments in the hope that some sensible solution will soon come to light because right now those involved in keeping this information from Councillor Lyall are looking quite ridiculous in the public's eyes. Here, you have a brief submitted by Eldorado to the region outlining their proposed plans. Somewhere along the line it was marked Confidential, but in the meantime Mayor Rickard received a copy and we gather that it was also shown to another councillor from the Town of Newcastle. But, when Councillor Lyall who represents the area where the proposed refinery may be located, asks to see a copy the doors clamp shut and so far nobody seems to know why. Is Councillor Lyall a Dear S May "Lyall appear valued Sir,v state c elected council cerning whicha the ele membe Conc ment. The docum Eldora ing the rezonin of Du adopte A civ marke "confid lease i was th given the T mation At t Newca Mayor of the 1 for i Mayor that he assura that th confid The deline being 1. ~ lineati "confi 2. O decisio renegade who cannot be trusted with such information? What right has the mayor to such exclusive information. After all he is only another councillor at region with the same status as Councillor Lyall. The whole affair smacks of stupidity that plays right into Councillor Lyall's hands, providing him with a superb political issue that he can develop to the utmost in his campaign for the mayor's post this fall. How in Heaven's name can he be refused access to the Eldorado file when it is aIready in the hands of another councillor who happens to be mayor of the town? What a campaign issue! The folks at region and those on the town's council might do well to forget their petty annoyances with Councillor Lyall's persistent efforts and back track on their opposition. He has a cause here that most interested ratepayers can under- stand and appreciate. Let's have some explanations from our other elected representatives before this issue is blown far out of proportion. Vigilance, the Price of Liberty ir: , maintain that this brief is not a I comment on the story "confidentiai" document. It As a Calls Council Cowards" that public document that has been ed on the front page of your marked "confidentiai" by someone paper last week. who does not have the-legai we have come to a dreadful authority to do so. of public affairs when an What bothered me and what member of a municipal occasioned my huriing the word l is denied information con- "cowards" at the Council- the word g a major proposed project "coward" was used in the ful a company desires to erect in meaning of the word as outiined in ctoral area which the elected the Fourth Edition of the Concise er represents. Oxford Dictionary of Current erning the Tuesday disagree- English "fear of disapprobation" - was that the Councillors would flot dispute is based upon a and did not recognize that a very ent - a brief, submitted by important democratic principle was do Nuclear Limited, support- not being recognized'wîth regards to company's application for a the Eldorado brief. ng amendment to the Region This principle is "the public has a rnam Official Plan recently right to know." When the other d by that Council. councillors refused to second my vil servant at the Region level motion chalienging Mayor Rickard's d this Eldorado brief as decision not to release the Eldorado dential" and refused to re- brief - my cup ran over. t. The exception to this action John Philpot Curran, a great hat a copy of the brief was British Public figure stated the to Mayor Garnet Rickard of following in 1804: own of Newcastle for infor- "It is the common fate of the n. indolent to see their rights become he August 3 meeting of the prey to the active. The condition stle Council, I requested upon which God hath given liberty to Rickard to share the contents man is eternal vigilance; which brief with Council and myself cùndjtion, if he breaks, servtude nformation purposes. The at once the consequence of hiscrime * refused this request, stating and the punishment of his guilt. e refused because he "wanted Remember, eternal vigilance is the nce from Councillor Lyall price of liberty." he information would be kept The vigilance of Newcastle Coun- ential."ciliors took a holiday Tuesday. It is gut issue here is the to be hoped fo ation of the Eldorado brief as their state of mmd at that time "confidential". casting aside cherished democratîc Who made the original de- principles was only a temporary "on markingco the document lapse. dential"? )n what authority was this on made? Sincerely, Kenneth E. Lyall, Councillor Clarke, Newcastle and Orono Day of the Jaclyn She wakes at seven thirty five, And yells "hi dad", it's time to rise. I'd like to have my morning tub, Followed closeiy by some grub. And when I'm done, don't wipe my face, I hate it dad, and that's my case. So let's get dressed and hit the street, I love my walks, and folks I meet. And now Ill have a morning nap, With Freddie Frog, my favourite chap. Lunch is next, and none too soon, Nothing like an egg at noon. Maybe some fruit to top it off, Strained of course, or else Ill cough. Time to play, what shall I do, There's lots of toys, and mom's old shoe. My jolly jumper, I've now outgrown, But I still unplug the telephone. I'm learning to walk, what a drag, It doesn't take long for my legs to sag. From mom to dad, and dad to mom, And then I usually fall on my bum. I'm tired now. time to snooze. JOHN M. JAME Editor-Publishe I'il get a warm bottle, how can I lose. Up again, time sure does fly, It seems like I just said bye-bye. With a clean diaper, and my boots put on, I'm ready for action, let's get it on! To the patio, in my walking machine, Ill travel around, lots to be seen. Flowers to pick, and ---- what's that I hear? No no, don't touch!, loud and clear. Supper time, and the usual quiz, Mmmmmm, that's good, whatever it is. An arrowroot cookie to pass some time, While mom and dad take a moment to dine. And now I'm clean, and dressed for bed, In my cozy pyjamas, all yellow and red. With lots of hugs, and kisses too, Goodnight dear Jaclyn, we love you. - Bill and Edie Scott, Glendale, California Durham County's Great Family Journa Establisned 122 years ago in 1854 Also Incorporating The Bowmanville News The Newcastle Independent The Orono News Second class mail registration number 1561 Produced every Wednesday by THE JAMES PUBLISHING COMPANY LIMITED 62-66 King St. W., Bowmanville, Etario LIC 3K9 S GEO. P. MORRIS BRIAN PURDY r Business Mgr. Advertising Mgr. DONALD BISHOP Plant Mgr. "Copyrigit and-or property rigts subsist in theimage appearing on this proof. Permission to reproduce in whole or in part and in any form Whatsoever, particularly by phtographic or offset process in a publication, mnust be obtained tram thie publisher and the printer. Any unauthorized reproduction will be subject to recourse in law." $10.00 a year - 6 months $5.50 Foreign - $21.00 a year strictty in advance Although every precaution Will be taken to avoid error, The Canadian Statesman accepts advertising in its columns on the understanding that it will not be liable for any error in the advertisement published hereunder uness a proof of such advertisement is requested in writing by the advertiser and returned to The Canadian Statesman business office duly signed by the advertiser and with such error or corrections plainly noted in writing thereon, and in that case if any error so noted is not corrected by The Canadian Statesman its liability shall not exceed such a portion of the entire cost of such advertisement as the space occupied by the noted error bears to the whole pacé ccupied by such advertisement. Letters to the Editor There is a municipal elec- tion coming up I hear. This is a little verse I found that might well fit somewhere in your paper to perhaps spark the minds of our readers if you have a place for it sometime, somewhere. Just the name of the original writer at the end will be sufficient. I think this is so very apropos, don't you? Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; Be strong! We have hard work to do, and loads to lift, Shun not the struggle; face it. 'Tis God's Gift. Be strong! Say not the days are evil - - Who's to blame? And fold the hands and acquiesce - - O shame! Stand up, speak out, and bravely, In God's name. Be strong! It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong, How hard the battle goes, the day how long, Faint not, fight on! Tomnrrow comes the song. By: Maltbie D. Badcock Defends Pigeons Dear Mr. Editor; Referring to the front page article namely "Feathered Friends Making Enemies in Subdivision". In reply to Jack Rawlinson and any of the other residents therabout who dislike pigeons etc. My answer to his complaint is nonsense. Pigeons have been here in Bowmanville for years and are still right in the centre of town both on the Old Town Hall, front street over the stores, and under the new bridge as you are going west just on your way out of town etc. Pigeons do not drop their leaving while flying and as far as landing on people's roofs, the rain washes any droppings right away off the roof. Pigeons are good pets and are a great sport as well as being a good home hobby. They are raced in sporting events. Mr. Rawlinson, are you aware that there are a lot of pigeons raised for pleasure racing in combines which is a great sport. These racing pigeons will land on their own home base and coops. They may at a time land on a neighbour's roof or aerial when young and being trained but will usually discontinue doing this as they mature. Being a woman, I guess a lot of people will say I don't know what I'm talking about but believe me I certainly do as both my husband and myself enjoy our pigeons very much and show as much attention to them as some people do to their cats or dogs. As far as the cow you thought would be better, that's really silly. Everyone knows cows draw flies etc. Out of town a bit fine, but not right in town "Please." Last of all Mr. Rawlinson and resident friends of yours against pigeons. If you are planning on trying to get a by-law to prohibit having pigeons in town, what do you plan to do about starlings?, robins?, sparrows?, etc.; get a by-law against them? This is all very silly, I would request that you and your friends think this one over. There will be a lot of pigeon fanciers who won't take kindly to your remarks in the paper. It's getting to be so a person can't have a darn thing around this town without someone complaining. Better hope any of these complainers don't have any trouble with their cats and dogs which get into garbage, spreading it all over, cats that figlet half the night and keep people awake or a barking dog. That's really maddening in the middle of the night. PIGEONS DON'T DO THAT, DO THEY. A pigeon fancier Mrs. A. Walker Bowmanville - July 30,1976 Bowmanville, Ont. Dear Editor, Denis and Readers: Denis, you are probably right in last week's estimate of the concern of our councillors, as to whether the public see plans of development, at council meetings or not. The councillors KNOW what they want, though it seems Region- al and Oshawa Council settles their 'wants' at 605 Rossland Road, Whitby. Our Councillors scarcely care about our May- or's wants, so why the surprise of us, that our 'wants' be so lightly passed over? We are lucky in one way. In a municipality just east of here where there is a farming community (SHH, mustn't let the developers know about that) when the people of the town objected to the town's council-meetings being held in the daylight hours, asking that council meetings might be held in the evenings when the majority of the town-folk could attend without hazard- ing their crops, the council there was highly indignant. Imagine, asking them to do whatever it is, they do in the daytime AND attend council meetings at night just so the town's people could know what the score was! So, you see? We have progressed some here. Right to the point of being allowed to sit there and watch the outward pro- ceedings! How lucky can we expect to be? Except at election time . .'. I find my prayers lately, are becoming municipally slanted --God forgive ---. I pray, oh, how I pray we might have more councillors from other parts of the Township to freshen up or (lovely thought) maybe weed out some of the tired councillors we have; but we NEED more councillors if we hope to carry any weight behind the decisions made out here. That name you mentioned, a couple of weeks ago, "Fair- service" IS cropping up fairly often in all local papers! I too, should like to know, "with what in mind?" Another thing, disturbing my sleep at night, is the full page picture and description of Oshawa's sartorial mayor in living color, in one of the papers. That description must have been given to the reporter by his maiden aunt ... the doting one. It might have been more illuminating for the- public had there been an ex-ray technician on hand to give a picture of the INSIDE of the man and what the head and heart-motiff may be. In such an over-burgedning city, with all the 'possibles' listed, also in a living color description, it seems a pity there isn't one with enough citizenship-pride or care, to contend with the Hail-All powerful, snappy, uncontend- ed Oshawa Mayor! God help Oshawa and us. Toronto USED to be called "Hog-Town". Never so blat- antly did it deserve the name by 'hogging' everything for itself as Oshawa is trying to do --the city that grew around one of the largest, most lucrative industries in the nation, now would have other large indust- ries a-borning. They are I understand, sending out com- mittees lookings for industries to come so they can spend more money, building and ravaging the environment aid space they have already so misused. (When the word 'misused' is read with indig- nation, no doubt, it simply refers to the high-density- housing units.) We don't want ugly, smelly industry, just clean, pleasant types, but we would like SOME and to have them WHERE we wish to locate them. Is that too much to ask, in a Town as large as the Town of Newcastle? The O.M.B. it is to be hoped WILL make a favorable Don't Forget Your Toothbrush! The success of any trip depends on the necessities you forgot to bring along. Could be a can opener, matches, the tarpaulin or raincoat. Some people forget their bathing suits, and the. most careless, accordng to advertisers, forget their charge- plates! But the Canadian Red Cross is more concerned about your small craft safety on the lakes and rivers of Canada. Before you unship the oars or paddles or rev the motor, your Red Cross urges you to hear and heed the latest weather report, then check the presence and condition of the following: - Does everyone have a PFD (Personal Flotation Device, or lifejacket)? - Is the fuel tank filled? - Are the oars accounted for? Got one extra? - Is there a bucket for bailing out? - Is there an anchor and line, and extra line, in case? - Emergency repair kit for boat? - First aid kit for passengers? - Will the boat be properly balanced when all is aboard? - Are you overloading? All set? Then stow away and shove off. The Canadian Red Cross wishes you a save trip in your small craft. decision in regard to The Second Marsh, reflecting truly, most of the MI.P.'s and M.P.P.'s, as well as the wishes of the majority of the people. Certainly there are more arbitrary decisions being flung about than one might expect in a democratically - governed country just now. Whatever section 61 (1) (b) of Bill 162 is, I'm not aware, except of what you say, that it deals with public meetings during planning sessions. It is also to be hoped Council is mindful of it. That Bill 162 keeps being amended and I am hopefully waiting for it to be finished and become fact. It may be a beautiful surprise- package or it may be a bomb-shell. Let us think 25 Years Ago July 26th, 1951 Major A. R. Virgin, has recently returned from an inspection trip of penal institu- tions in Great Britain and the Scandinavian Coi'tries Boy Scouts atueining scout camp at Pidgeon Lake, in- clude Dean Allin, Bob Brown, Roy Bryant, Jim Bell, Martin Buckspan, Doug Cattran,, Barry Cowling, Bruce Colwell, Don Cramp, Ted Cramp, Bill Clarke, John Fowler, Ted Goddard, Ted Fairey, Doug Hughes, Kelvin Jones, Harold Kennett, Paul Leddy, Ed Leaver, Joe Markle, John Mason, Maurice Richards and Harvey Webber, The Port Hope Telephone Company opened a new auto- maticdial telephone exchange at Newcastle on July 18th. Bruée Clark Cameron was the first boy, and Olive Morden was the first girl born in Bowmanville Hospital. This coming Tuesday, the new Memorial Hospital will be officially opened. Doctors practising in Bow- manville this year include Dr. W. H. Birks; Dr. H. Ferguson; Dr. C. W. Slemon; Dr. Keith Slemon; Dr. H. Rundle, Dr. V. H. Storey and Dr. C. Austin. Miss Gertrude Dewell is the superintendent of the new Memorial Hospital. After graduating from B. H. S. Miss Dewell worked for four years at the Big 20 before training at Nicholls Hospital, Peter- borough. positively and hope for the best. Yes, the many pictures in The Statesman's July 28th issue were a grand palative, taking our minds from many matters of ugly concern. Lovely pictures, lovely report- ing -- but one did get pretty inked-up, looking rather like chinney-sweeps, after the careful perusing of The States- man. One can usually tell who are the most faithful States- man readers by the inky smudges on their faces and the inky smudges their fingers leave on restaurant napiery. Wish we had clear-cut, clean type in our paper. What DO you suppose Coun. In the Dim and )istant Pastl 49 Years Ago Thursday, August 4th Delegates selected to attend the Dominion Conservative Convention in Winnipeg on October 11th, representing Durham County are J. R. Eakins, Dr. Bonnycastle, F. W. McMahon, W. A. Van Camp, R. R. Waddell, Miss E. Hillier, Mrs. J. Spencer, and Albert Billett. L. Highfield cleaned up in the marathon swimming event at the Bowmanville Beach Association Sports Day on Civic Holiday, M. A. James, enters his 50th year as Editor of the "States- man" with this issue. His sons Norman and George hope he will be spared to write the "Editor Talks", for many years to come. A copy of the History of Darlington and Clarke, ini- cluding Bowmanville and Newcastle, and written by Prof. John Squair is available at the "Big 20" bookstore. Through the efforts of S. J. Jackman and Sons, and A. S. Baker, the flower beds at Bowmanville Hospital are beautiful. They have also built a most attractive rockery. Burketon United Church Anniversary services were held on Sunday, conducted by Rev. G. T. McKenzie. Special music by the Enniskillen Male Choir of Messrs. H. Stevens, E. M. Cook, Theo and John Slemon was rendered. Gerhart does keep in his Gerhart does keep in his fridge? I'm certainly not going to phone to find out no matter how curious. You don't suppose he keeps his undies in there do you? (like the old Marilyn Munroe movie?) It can't be last week's ironing either; his wife seems to look after him pretty well and anyhow she wouldn't let him. I'm not asking only wondering. Mary Morris Editor's Note - We're plan- ning to switch to white ink shortly. Should be cleaner. I'm only kidding. We'll try to cut down on the amount used. It's costly stuff and we don't want readers al smudged up. SugrSpce By Bill Smiley The Fat Cats Every so often I'm reminded of how very lucky Canadians are. We are not smarter than other people. Goodness knows, we are no more industrious. We are jàst luckier, because we happen to be living in this country at this time. When you consider that we are just a drop in the bucket of the world's population, you can see just how blind lucky we are. Millions of people on earth today are literally starving to death. They will be dead, stone dead, in days, months, a year. Millions more are just above the starving line. They eke out a barren, blunted, hopeless existence, just one step away from the animal. These hordes are subject to all the other things that go with a minimal existence, besides hunger: cold, disease, ignorance, fear, and per- haps worst of all, helplessness. And we complain endlessly, we Canadians, about such horrors as inflation, postal strikes, taxes, and all the other relatively piddling burdens we bear. We howl with outrage when butter junips 15 cents a pound. Some of us nearly have a stroke when the price of beer and liquor is raised. The very wealthy feel a deep, inner pain because they can retain only 55 per cent of their income. But what does it all amount to? The consumption of butter will go down for a few weeks, then rise to new highs. The consumption of alcoholic beverages will not even tremor, but go steadily upward. And the rich will become richer. Talk aboùt fat cats, or buxon beavers, and we're it. The Lucky Canadians. The envy of the world. Oh yes, we have poor people, auite a few of them. But you would be hard put to it to find anyone in Canada literally starving to death. Or freezing to death. Or dying because there is-no medicine for disease. Truth is, the vast majority of Canadians eat too much, suffer from over-heating rather than cold and are much more likely to die from too much medicine than they are from disease. And even the poorest of our poor, with all the buffers that welfare provides, are materially million- aires compared with the poor of many other countries. You, Mister, wheeling your Buick down the highway and beefing about the cost of gas, might just as easily be pulling a rickshaw in Calcutta, wondering whether you could last until you were 30, so you could see your first grandson. And you, Ms., whining about the mess the hairdresser made, or complaining about the cost of cleaning women, could be selling yourself in the back streets of Nairobi to keep body and soul together, if you'll pardon the expression. But you aren't, and I'm not, and we shouldn't forget it, mates. We were lucky. We live in Canada. Once in a while this hits me like a punch between the eyes. One of these times was on a recent holiday weekend. We were spending a weekend with Grandad, in the country. I spent one of those lazy, thoroughly enjoyable times when there is nothing to do and nothing to worry about: eating and drinking, playing cards, enjoy- ing the fireplace, reading, watching television. The only fly in the ointment was the constant decisions to be made. At breakfast, for example. Banana or fruit juice? Coffee or tea? Bacon and eggs or ham and eggs? Toast and jam or fresh bread and honey? Evenings were even worse. An hour after dinner, I had to decide whether it was to be coffee and cake with ice cream or tea with butter tarts. Then there was the bedtime snack and more decisions. But it was watching television that blew up the puffed-up dream that life was, after all, good and gracious, cosy and comfortable, warm and wonderful. There on the "news," with nothing to hide it, was the non-Canadian world. Children with the bloated bellies and stick-thin limbs of the starving. Other children, torn and bleeding and screaming with pain. Mothers howling their anguish because they had lost their children and couldn't find them. And everywhere, on that naked screen, people, suffering, terrified, running like rats, from nowhere to nowhere. Not much you and I can do, except feel horrified. It's all too far away. But at least we can stop bitching in our own backyard, and face the facts that we're not smarter, or harder- working or better-looking. Just lucky. MIA. L ý 1 O+C A