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1. I < t X .J...,,,.,, Orono Weekly Times,{Wednesday, May 22, 2002 Apcna Subscriptions $28.04 + $1.96 G. S.T. = $30.00/year Publications Mail Registration No. 09301 Agreement No. 40012366 Publishing 50 Issues Annually at the Office of Publication "We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada, through the Publications Assistance Program (PAP), toward our mailing costs." • 5310 Main Street, P.O. Box 209, Orono, Ontario LOB 1M0 E-Mail Address: oronotimes@speedline.ca Phone/Fax (905) 983-5301 Serving East Clarmgton and beyond since I 937 Publisher/Editor Margaret Zwart The Orono Weekly Times welcomes letters to the editor on subjects of interest to our readers. Opinions expressed to the editor and articles are those of the writers and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of The Orono Weekly Times. Letters must be signed and contain the address and phone number of the writer. Any letter considered unsuitable will not be acknowledged or-retumed. We reserve the right to edit for length, libel and slander. If your retail or classified ad. appears for the first time, please check carefully. Notice of an error must be given before the next issue goes to print. The Orono Weekly Times will not be responsible for the loss or damage of such items. Gentlemen Indeed! My infiltration of the Orono Gentlemen's Card Club was very deliberate and methodic. If you're going to permeate such a long standing * male bastion, as the Gentlemen's Card Club of Orono >: you'd better have a good plan. I first entered the Gentlemen's rented digs in the 'f Orono Town Hall basement shortly after arriving in close to Orono six years ago. The last gentleman in that particular day didn't close the door completely, leaving the inner sanctum open to unwanted predators. predators. I knew I'd never be invited in, so I seized the opportunity and boldly went where no woman's gone before. I entered the room on the pretext of seeking the gentlemen's advice on a matter of historical relevance. relevance. The gentlemen tolerated my presence, answered my inquiry as best they could and kept on playing cards. « Since that day, I've made it my goal to become the first woman in the Club's over 30 year history to actually actually be dealt in. Over the years I would enter the club every now and then, feigning some question worthy of the Gentlemen's attention, then linger on and observe the gentlemen in action. I became increasing confident that my goal was achievable, especially since the number of gentlemen who actually maintain a membership membership at the club is in steady decline. In August of 1979 the Club had a list of 32 paid up members. That number has shrunk down to the current contingent contingent of seven members. Two weeks ago I got my big break. I entered the club, and since there were only three gentlemen in attendance this particular Tuesday afternoon, I pulled a chair to the table and sat down. When the loonies were all collected, and the next hand was being dealt, I knew history was mine for the making by the simple toss of a coin. But, since it was a Tuesday -- deadline day, I really didn't have the time to be pursuing the gentlemanly pastime of playing crazy eights in the middle of the afternoon. Once I realized how easy it would have been to * throw in my loonie and be dealt into the next round, the challenge lost its luster. (The more physical challenge challenge of a foot race along the Sidney B Rutherford Trail in the merry month of May is more my style.) Incidentally, the next week, when I tried to pay my visit to the Club - the door was locked. It appears that maybe the Gentlemen realized how close they came to compromising their stronghold, and were not ready to cave in on 30 years of male bonding over countless hands of crazy eights. ...MILE AWFT ftmotam «t mt . O'CLOCK., y www.dolighan.com f ->/ ' 1| S -. / 5 A.{ . • ■ z y : lllipllpl P SÉIÉÉI Our Dick Lovekin 1923-2002 By: My no Van Dyke The atmosphere in a courtroom courtroom is usually tense and serious. serious. Not so with Dick Lovekin's court. He was probably the only Judge around these parts that provided provided a constant level of humour and an element of surprise during a trial. He was the only Judge that I, along with most everyone else in this area, could comfortably comfortably call "Dick". As a police officer, I testified before Judge Eric Richard (Dick) Lovekin several times and they were always memorable memorable events. Dick had an unusual courtroom courtroom demeanor for a Judge. He would unexpectedly break out into a roaring gale of laughter, often startling the unaccustomed witness beside him. He was the exact opposite opposite of a "stuffy" Judge. He loved to get into long-winded personal conversations with a witness, lawyer, crown attor ney, court officer or police officer during the trial. Once, I was testifying before him in a long and somewhat boring jury trial for a theft of money. I was a polygraph examiner at the time and this type of evidence was quite rare so Dick found it very interesting. I had performed a polygraph polygraph examination on the person person and then the person confessed confessed the crime to me so it was necessary that I testify about how the polygraph instrument and technique worked. In the middle of my evidence evidence Dick interrupted me and advised me that he had personally met the "inventor of polygraph" in California around 1958. He went into great detail about the meeting as well as telling me (and everyone else in the courtroom) courtroom) what California was like that time of year. Fortunately, I knew of the person person he mentioned, but in no way was he the "inventor". I simply nodded in agreement and tried to continue my evidence. evidence. Again, Dick interrupted interrupted me and asked if the gauges on the polygraph instrument were similar to those on a B- 52 bomber. I replied that I had never been in the cockpit of a B-52 bomber so I wouldn't wouldn't know. This was all Dick needed to go into a long but interesting dissertation on the flight gauges of that particular plane and other flying stories that had absolutely nothing to do with the case. Then, after the evidence was finally in after a long day, Dick made his address to the jury. When he spoke of my polygraph evidence he told the jury the following; "Then you heard from Detective Van Dyke- why he loves that polygraph polygraph machine so much that if I was his wife, I'd be very concerned!" The jury came back in just a few minutes with a guilty verdict. Dick loved people. He loved to tell stories and joke around. He enjoyed learning about others and most of all he had a heart of gold. He always made a point of Continued on page 3