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I aaa Page 4 EE Thursday, August 17, 195, Galil Trafalgar ar Journal Msi Ci di Weekly N pap Published Every Thursday" Morning in Oakville, Ont, by Oakville-Trafalgar Publishers, Ltd. 7 DUNN STREET NORTH Ss. Casey Wood, Jr. Vincent H. Barney Managing Editor Advertising Manager Bill Cotton, Editorial Assistant PHONE 1298 Toward A Brighter Future When Mr. J. M. Wallace pulled the switch to deliver light to the new floodlights for Wallace Park he performed an act which will have widespread effect. As a result of the lights, night baseball will be possible, which will mean that many more people will be able to attend the games--which means lar- ger gate receipts. The larger gates mean that more money will be available for the small-fry baseball ; program. And this program, as Mr. Wallace pointed out last Friday night, makes a great contribution toward Oakville's low rate of juvenile delinquency. On the basis of more youngsters being able to play ball, the donation of $15,000 which made the lights possible is justified. But making it possible for more people to en- joy Oakville's most popular sport is an equally im- portant contribution. Previously families with young children could not get the youngsters in bed, the sitter established and everything shipshape 'in the kitchen after the evening meal in time to make the early game. If they did go over later, to see the last half of the game, the final innings were played in dusk at' best, and often in poorer conditions than that: This kept many at home who would otherwise have attended the games. Now the household can be settled down for the night and mother and father can see their game without rush--and the entire game will be better as the lights give best possible visibility. There's none of the glare of the sun in certain directions to worry you: The ball, dropping against the curtain of the night outside the lights, has the clarity of a diamond displayed against a velvet background. And, while it doesn't apply this summer, there won't be any need to sit in the grilling sun for a game. The cool of evening makes for better player and spectator conditions. We feel that Mr. Wallace has the true satisfac- tion for his gift to the town--he can see all the people enjoy what he has made possible. So many times such generosity comes only after the death of the donors. The thing which their generosity makes possible is a memorial to them, but they have no satisfaction from seeing the pleasure their philan- thropy brings. Mr- Wallace has set an example for others who have achieved success in the world. He has not waited until his death to enrich his commun- ity--he has acted while he also can have pleasure from both the giving and the improvement which his gift has brought. Mr. J. M. Wallace has done a fine thing for this community with the flood lights. But he has been a supporter of every drive for funds that has come along: The Memorial hospital is also one of his in- terests, to which he has given financial support. In his speech Friday night he mentioned that he originally thought he was to be "One of a group." Mr. Wallace has definitely demonstrated that this time he's in a group alone--and a very fine group he makes. The Journal Loses A Friend The sudden death of Gordon Watts has taken a man who from the start of this business was a friend and advisor whom we valued. Gordon sold us every enevelope we ever bought, and his advice was often of greater assistance in successfully securing the vitally important printing side of our business. It was indicative of the kind of man he was that, when the first orders for broken thousands were received, they had'his personal attention just as enthusiastically as did the recent orders for thousands of enevelopes 'which we were able to give him. He brought this same enthusiasm to help others to everything he did- He will be missed in Rotary and in his church . . . for he was an unselfish worker in ion toler Tole: BY BESSIE CAIRNS Again the cry is "A Churchill, A Churchill!" and to that cry the street responds' as to no other. For it is the call to high adven- ture and careless gallantry. It suggests the clatter of hoofs in the moonlight, the clash of swords on the turnpike road. It is the breath of romance stirring the prosaic air of politics. Thus in 1909 A. G. Gardiner wrote of the thirty-four. year old Winston in his book, "Prophets, Priest and Kings." Was this dashing son of a brilliant father to flash like a meteor across Britain's skies or shine as a fix- ed star to guide a troubled world? Gardiner hesitated to prophecy. Indeed, Mr. Churchill is sup- erior to his father. For to Lord Randolph's flair and courage and instinct for the game he adds a knowledge and industry his fa- ther did not possess. His school was the barrack-room, his uni- versity the battle-field He has served in two regiments in the line, fought with the Spaniards in Cuba, and held a commission in the South African Light Horse. He knows life in four con- tinents and has smelt powder in three. He has seen more wars than any man of his years; w ten more books than any soldier living, and has shown the same address in war as in politics. It is impossible to think of him except in terms of actual war- fare. The smell of powder is about his path and wherever he appears one seems to hear the crack of musketry and to feel the hot breath of battle. He is a per- sonal force and not a party in- strument, and he knows no sanc- tion except his own will and when seized with an idea he pur- sues it with an intensity that seems unconscious of opposition. He has no reserves, no sham, like his father he has the instinct of democratic appeal. His future is the most interest ing problem of personal specula- tion in British politics. Has he staying power? Can ome who has devoured life with such feverish haste retain his zest to the end of the feast? How will forty find him? The passion for humanity, the stern resolve to see justice done though the heavens fall and he be buried in the ruins, the IT SEEMS TO ME By P. W. Thompson encouraged. But it should be kept withon proper bounds. We should not let our ambitions and longings for a better state blind us to such good fortune as we already enjoy. It is well to pause, now and es and take stock of A prolific source of unhappi- ness; in the opinion of a celebrat- ed critic, is the tendency of peo- ple to keep imagining situations in which they would be happier than they normally are. Certainly imagination and discontentment play a large part in human life, and to this fact we owe nearly everything associated with hu- man progress. If people were so constituted as to always be satis- fied with things as they are, things would stay that way, and we would be living much as ani mals live. Civilization is largely the product of people's imagina- our a s. If we enjoy good health we are, to that exent, very fortunate. Many do mot. If we have congenial employment, a pleasant home, a few good friends we possess priceless blessings. One could go on, enumerating things which many of us enjoy but are all too prone to take for granted--until we lose them. Whenever we are feeling dissat- istied with our lot in life, let us stop thinking, for a moment or 50, of what we haven't got, and remind ourselves of what we have. The latter may be the more AND COMPANY Investment Dealers 80 King St. W.--Toronto PHONE: EL 3374 Complete Investment Service BONDS STOCKS on all Exchanges MACRAE essential to our tion and But, on the debit side of the ledger, this tendency to conjure up situations more desirable than our own leads to a great deal of misery. Some people go through life continually dissatisfied. They spend their time and energy in a feverish quest for wealth, fame, popularity. If they fail to obtain what they are after they suffer agonies of disappointment. If they succeed, chances are they want still more. Perhaps they fall victims to that most dangerous disease, lust for power, and under its sinister influence work untold mischief upon their fellowmen. Gambling and drunkness often have their: roots in imagination. And there are many people who simply go through life consumed by a gnawing discontent of their own cirucumstances & tormented by dazzling mirages of happiness that might be their's if only things were different. Now a desire to improve our condition of life is natural and reasonable enough, and is to be these things have yet to come." Yet come they did, though A. G. Gardiner had passed to the Great Beyond when Churchill and Britain achieved their finest hour. Again the cry is a Churchill and throughout the democratic world people wait to see if the 75 year old warrior will again smell powder, gird on his armour and prepare for battle. One question remains . . . if he leads, shall we the people follow? If he is once again booted and spurred shall we be willing to be saddled and bridled? Like Gardiner I am no prophet but never was I so an- surrender of himself to the cause, xious to peer into the future. One thing I've been hard pres- sed to figure out over my span of years is why people are always Sweeping or dusting or watering streets when I'm around. In most respects, I'm a passably respect- able citizen who pays his bills semi-regularly, folds up his table napkin and puts it back into the ring, and even helps out with the disties now and then. So why does it always have to happen to me? For instance, 1 drop in for morning coffee at a spot we will only identify by saying that the proprietor claims verdict for hav- jing discovered a secret formula that winterizes coffee--even in summertime. And what do I get? Coffee, yes. But always along about then, some individual con- nected with the establishment is just starting to sweep, and is, the interests of others. His enthusiasm for his busin- ess and social friends poured out without reserva- tion, and they like the Journal have lost a friend who will not be replaced. At Whitby, a distillery worker found there are still some forms of private enterprise which are not viewed with favor by the courts. His explanation in court that he'd made a still "just to see if | could fo it myself" drew an unappreciative $100 fine. While holidaying we drove through a number of towns, and each one pointed up a lack in Oakville--there is no clock on our main street for the use of the public. The post office would be a logical spot for such a clock, but any public spirited business, which wanted to have a good advertising medium, would be doing a very real service if they installed such a clock. The Doctor Chase clock serves the west end of town, and the travelling public, but it is of little use to the irate hus- band on the main street who wants to prove to his wife she's an hour late. Guess we'll have to add a main street clock to the drinking fountains we've been advocating. James Syme Hastings, who worked on the Cincinnati Enquirer in the early 1900's, contributed many famous sayings which are still used by current wits. Among them are the lines: "Every baby resembles the rela who has the most money." "Do right and fear no man; don't write and fear no woman" was another. Again, "Most husbands develop into pretty decent animals, considering the material their wives have to work with." On private enterprise versus state ownership--how' about the federal civil servants who saw Crater Lake on maps and pictures and sat on their calloused seats and did nothing, un- til private enterprise went ahead and found out what it was like Fate, slowly and relentlessly creeping toward the chair on which I'm perched. So I either have to jump up quickly and spill my coffee spung into the lap of my new cord slacks or else get my shoes filled -with cigaret butts and lost buttons. (I wear shoes one size large on account of my overdeveloped bunions.) Then, when I drop into my fa- vourite tavern (I'd tell you which one it is, but what the heck, THEY never set one up on the house, so why should I give them free advertising?) I'm always just "settling down to relax when who do I see coming along with pail and mop, getting ready to swish and swirl around my bro- PUFFS- FROM THE COTTON GIN must smell me coming in (It's quite possible, you know). Of course, I could move my glass to another table across the room, but he'd follow me. Through the black of night, like the song says, he seems to gotta go where I is. And at home, it is just the same. My wife, who is an aw- fully good kid who actually can't be blamed for being born without any sense of discretion, always seems to wait for the sound of me sitting down at the typewriter before she trips gaily into the room, an industrious glint in her eve, and starts dust- ing so furiously across the top of my desk that I always sneeze and bruise my beak on the type- writer keys. She always apologiz- es prettily, of eourse--but that doesn't put the skin back on my nose. And I don't have to tell you what happens in summer when I visit Toronto during the street watering season. All those sprinkler trucks eagerly and joy- ously wait for my approach be- fore turning on the squirters and soaking my slacks right up to the nees. Please, oh please, couldn't we possibly just have a little more dirt and a little more peace? I'm so tired of being endlessly hound- ed by all these over zealous ex- ponents of sanitary living, Some- day, somebody in a barber shop is going to whisk my coat at the wrong moment, and he'll never know what hit him . . . or why! "We knaw it all the time, things didn't want to be botl along and shows them what does it over and over again, around and does nothing. We've found the answer phones ringing with compl goes like this: A visit We call it a detour." gans? Yep, nobody but my old Mussily Yours, enemy, the sweeperupper, who BILL COTTON all about. Then state employees, paid with our money, say but just overlooked it." We wonder what they do beside sit sometimes! The 8th scientific wonder of the world located in Canada is something worthwhil though a group of men who are paid to be interested in such oillors to use next spring when the roads keep their "How are the local roads?" The councillor said, "Fine! we've abolished bad roads" The visitor said, wasn't it?" The councillor said, "Not at all. Wherever the going is particularly hard, we don't call it a road. , even hered until someone else comes they'd missed. Private enterprise while government enterprise sits for town and township coun- aints. 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