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Read the fine print, folks Union Gas is cautioning Acton residents to ask questions when a representative of Dominion Energy Resources comes knocking at the front door. Dominion reps are promising gas customers cash rebates if they have Dominion act as their gas supplier instead of Union Gas. Union Gas says it is not a rebate and warns there are risks involved with Dominion's direct purchase plan, an off-shoot of natural gas de-regulation. Union Gas claims customers' gas supplies could be at risk and questions if there will be real savings. Dominion insists Union Gas is upset because it will lose customers. For more information call the Union Gas direct purchase hotline at 1-800-668-6579 and Dominion Energy Resources Limited at 1-416-890-7189. Wartime reunion meeting Do you or did you live in the Warren Grove wartime housing on McDonald or Mason Boulevards? Do you want to take a stroll down memory lane and find out what happened to your old neighbours and friends? If so, come out to a reunion organization meeting tonight (Tuesday) at the Acton Legion. Anyone who is interested in planning a reunion should bring their ideas and suggestions to the meeting at 8 pm. The actual reunion is scheduled for May 28,1993. CPGA spares no expense Rumour has it that the Canadian Professional Golf Association is spending big bucks on leather furniture for its new headquarters at Blue Springs Golf Club. The moving trucks will arrive at the CPGA's new Acton HQ July 29. The official opening is slated for Aug. 22 during a senior's golf tourney. Trouble at TVinity? Rumour has it that there is unrest in the congregation at Acton's Trinity United Church. The dissatisfaction with Church leadership has grown to the point where some Church members have asked officials with the Dufferin and Peel Presbytery to come to a special meeting next Sunday in Acton. Presbytery secretary Barbara Richards says "there is unrest in the congregation. This general meeting will bring everyone together to see what the concerns are and if they can be resolved. It will be a private meeting. It is a very sensitive thing when there is unrest in a congregation." Acton to get Subway?. Rumour has it that Subway Subs is moving into the recently vacated Arctic Charlie's store in downtown Acton. Arctic Charlie's has moved back into the IGA. Tim Horton Donut spokesperson Patti Jameson says there is no truth to the rumour that a Tim Hortons is opening in Acton. Jameson said Friday that no plans have been filed and she doesn't know where the story started. HEY! "Do you think the unity talks will succeed in keeping Quebec in Canada?" "Quebec should stay with Canada but I don't think that they should get special concessions. Quebec should be able to keep some of its culture but not completely separate from the rest of Canada. I wish the politicians would settle the issue once and for all." CHARLES THIBODEAU, Queen Street, Acton "I do care about unity and the Constitution but there are issues that are more important at this time to the country. Unemployment is a major issue and I don't think the politicians are really dealing with it. They are worried about the Constitution when it's not really a valid issue." ROZLYN RICKETTS, Mill Street, Acton "Well, I hope the recent unity deal does turn out to be acceptable because we need Quebec as much as Quebec needs the rest of the country. I hope the issue is finally settled once and for all so we can get on to dealing with the economy. JULIUS ROKOSZ, R.R. 1, Acton "I think Quebec should remain as part of Canada. We are all Canadians and we all have to abide by our laws. If Quebec wants to separate they are not only going to ruin us but they will ruin themselves. I don't think Quebec can survive without the rest of Canada." ANDREW KANE, R.R. 1, Acton The proud 200-year history of agricultural societies and fall fairs is the subject of a book presented to the Acton Library by the Acton Agricultural Society Thursday. Daniel Varanelli (teft), secretary-treasurer of the Ag. Society, and president George Henderson present the book to library manager Cathie Yestadt. The volume details the history of 300 Ontario fairs, including Acton's. Caught the Fall Fair Fever yet? Gang warfare on the streets of Acton Gang warfare in Acton? Shades of the lone police constable who used to patrol our streets! At least three kid gangs flourished in Acton during the late Twenties and the early Thirties. They never tangled with the law, although sometimes irate parents exchanged complaints about the shenanigans of urchins belonging to the Crescent Gang, the School Lane Gang, and the Main Street Gang. Backsides were thumped, unrepentant members were threatened, but the feuding troops went about their business as if the adult world did not exist. The two downtown bands of warriors, who loathed one another, kept a safe distance from the Crescent crew, avoiding confrontation like the plague. In the event of an unplanned encounter, Main-Streeters and School-Laners closed ranks against a foe with a lurid reputation for mayhem. Exaggerated of course, as we learned when we were older and wiser. The Crescenters operated mostly in their ownbailiwick, ranging from the Tannery bunkhouses through their home streets and backyards and along the old Radial tracts. On rare downtown forays, usually at dusk, they lay in wait for the weaker, less confident gangs who fled like minute-milers unless they could summon reinforcements. One memorable Sabbath, they surprised an even dozen School-Laners on an afternoon jaunt in the swamp below the old sawmill. Trapped and unable to run through the swamp, the School Lane kids had to stand their ground, using every available missile, including mud, bulrushes and wild cucumbers. It was a glorious, memorable battle, ending in a draw, due to exhaustion on both sides. After this clash, we School-Laners lost some awe of the dreaded Uptowners, although we still did not go looking for trouble in that direction. Instead, foolishly puffed with pride, we redoubled our friction with the Main-Streeters, who retaliated at every opportunity. One hot afternoon, they caught us swimming near the dam at Henderson's pond. Armed with bags of hard green apples, they bombarded us furiously, drawing PETUNIA PATCH With Esther Taylor shrieks from the younger water babies. Without argument, it was one-up for the hated Main-Streeters. That evening we held a council of war and plotted our revenge. We decided to strike at the home of two brothers whose Scottish father crafted tombstones, some on display in the front yard. When darkness fell, we armed ourselves with wet bulrushes and crept down the street towards our target. Moving in a file of shadows, we flung our rushes among the stones. Dolt that I was, and by our own nomination for the silly deed, I hammered on the front door and gave an Indian howl. The rest of the culprits were already off and running when the front door burst open. Out rushed the irate stonemason, with me only a few gallops ahead. Just in front fled the gang leader lifting his feet like a penguin. I spotted the likeness and was lost to weak laughter. It's impossible to laugh and to run at the same time, as I discovered when a bony hand caught my skinny shoulder. , While the rest of the gang vanished in the misty night, I remained, a scapegoat on the receiving end of well-deserved lecture. The Scottish father threatened to tell my mother, but he did not, Lord love him. That cured me of door-knocking, even for revenge. The summer of my 12th birthday, we School-Laners decided to arm ourselves with bows and arrows, an idea purloined from a book I was reading -- Two Little Savages, by Ernest Thompson Seton. I was hooked when I came to this paragraph: "He made himself a bow and arrows. They were badly made, and he could hit nothing with them, but he felt so like an Indian when he drew the arrow to its head, that it was another pleasure." If Yan could do it, so could we. What a clutch of dreamers! With exception of my best friend Marian, who had artistic talent, we were a ham-fisted lot. I couldn't even make an arrow, and to fashion a bow was an exercise in frustration. In the end, Marian made most of our Indian weapons and she also proved to be an unerring marksman. We practiced our shooting in the Old Tannery, a glorious wilderness full of rusted tanks and snakes. Spies (little sisters) informed the Main-Streeters of our latest project. They came full force to deride and jeer, ambushing us, because our dopey lookouts were snoozing in the milkweed. "Some Indians. Couldn't hit a barn door!" they howled with justification, as our frantic arrows landed harmlessly. Only Maid Marian kept her cool. She took deadly aim, and her arrow found its target, the rosy brow of the stonemason's younger son. While we looked on aghast, the stricken warriorbled all over his bare chest. This was TROUBLE with a capital T. Marian, pale under her tan, hauled the yelping victim down to the creek where she anointed his wound with cold water. With the bleeding under control, she marched him home, confessing to his mother, "It was an accident, sort of. I'm to blame." After this episode, Marian dismantled her trusty bow and broke her arrows. We followed suit, not without regret--our Indian phase was fun while it lasted. Even though we were young hellions, we had no desire to hurt anyone. The early teen years brought other interests. We School-Laners outgrew our gang, although we still recall and remember from time to time our escapades and misadventures. Every time I pass the Main Street home which we invaded with bulrushes, I picture our leader doing his penguin flight. Weak laughter returns, and I can almost feel a punitive hand on my skinny shoulder. It was fun to be an Acton kid back in the late Twenties.