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Page 4 Oakville- Trafalgar Journal Member Canadi Weekly Ni pap Association Published Every Thursday Morning in Oakville, Ont, by Oakville-Trafalgar Publishers, Ltd. 7 DUNN STREET NORTH S. Casey Wood, Jr. Vincent H. Barrey. Managing Editor Advertising Manager Bill Cotton, Editorial Assistant PHONE 1298 Thursday, September 14th., 1950 Some Pumpkins! The weather that arrived with Labour Day said Fall in a pretty emphatic tone--and Fall has for years meant the ever popular Fall Fairs. Back "when" in Oakville, the Fall Fair in this town was a most well-known and well-attended affair. It was something which everyone looked forward to, we are told, all summer and toward which most horticultur- alists pointed from the planting of the seed of their specialty. For the second year the Optimist club is con- ducting its Fall Fair, and the club deserves credit for its determined and enthusiastic program to make a Fall Fair in Oakville each year a reality. The under- taking is a large one in many ways, for there are a great many details to be handled--and the baby ser- vice club in town is not, as yet, very large in mem- bership. For this reason, if for no other, townsfolk should give every encouragement possible to the fair. But there is another reason, which is in the final an- analysis even more important. Fall Fairs are fun, and the Optimist Club run a good one. The CNE is, of course, the largest per- 'manent one in the world, but around Ontario in towns of Oakville's size there are other annual fairs which are looked upon as being equally important by people for miles around. The weather is, we think, contributory to an enjoyable time. It's like the foot- ball season. There's still enough of summer's warmth so you don't suffer, yet the touch of pep in the air seems to contribute itself to the Fall Fairs and every- one has a keener sense that in all likelihood this will be among the last of the warmer season's outdoor affairs. For this reason people are out to really en- joy the last fling at outdoor entertainment, so, of course, they do. The agricultural touches without which a Fall Fair would be a complete flop, will be a part of the Optimist Fair this year again. To us, the sight of mammath pumpkins, squash and potatoes--and the jars of pickels which show good winter eating in the contestant's- household is a source of renewed confi- dence in the countryside, in the people who are so vital a part of our life. The farmers are the chief pro- ducers of prize winning produce in Fall Fairs and the indication of the continued productivity of our land which one sees at the Optimist Fall Fair always seems so much 'a fitting part of this community. 'What makes it so impressive, so stimulating, is that among the exhibits of farm productivity one may also see the productivity of our local factories, without which again the community would not be the sound economic unit that it has become in these last few years. The combination of the products of manufactur- ing and farming, both of which depend so largely upon the productivity of the individual who has 'worked in order that both may be possible, is a sett- ing for educating us all to what comprises this, the community of Oakville. At the Fall Fair, visitors from other communities have the opportunity to see what we, the workers of the district have done--and from last year's showings, and reports of what will be on view this year, they will see that we do a good job. But when all this is mixed with the fun of a Fall Fair, with the midway rides and the bingo, you have in effect a carnival plus an educational and thought- stimulating panorama of the Oakville and Canadian way of life. Anyone who misses the opportunity af- forded them by the Fall Fair this Friday and Satur- day will be making a mistake. --zddirnng Commmerni There is that happy place--it's called Editor's Haven: It consists of a town where every group the editor approaches greets him with some other remark than "Be careful what you say, fellows--unless you want to see it in print." The public seems to have the darndest time understanding that editors don't work all the time--even though they may feel that they should. With the government getting into the railway strike, it begins to look as if from now on the government whl be putting management-labor doings on the rails. Canada's tourist trade is a profitable source of U.S. dol- lars! That statement is accepted almost as an axiom, Yet 1949 figures give pause for thought. In that year tourists in Can- ada spent $286 million or an amount equal to $20 per person in our nation. Of this amount 94 percent was contributed by U. 8. visitors. But in the same year Canadians spent $164 mil- lions on travel in the U.S. To arrive at the met gain, it would seem that Canada as a whole should undertake to lure a great many more U.S. residents here for vacations that has been the case in the past. The figures for 1950' when they become avail able may well show an even more unfavorable gross®met of U. S. dollars as reports are resorts have not done well. As we have sald before, maybe a little more enthusiasm for what we have to offer should be stimulated south of the border. A thought for union leaders: The first responsibility of any business is to give service to its customers. To do so it MUST remain solvent. Profits are just as essent- ial as wages. A business which makes no profit employs no one. Theodore Roosevelt said "Let's not pray for a light burden Dut for 'a strong back," for which we'd give him tops for phras- ing a prayer for all who believe in Democracy to use. After all, the Democratic way of life doesn't necessarily guarantee its ad- vantages to people without their being willing, when it is threat- ened, to go oui and carry the load of its preservation. Cs om IT SEEMS TO ME By P. W. Thompson We people of the modern world have become enslaved by a race of relentless taskmasters. They are not very .big, these tyrants 'who rule our daily lives, but they are very powerful, and we disre- gard them at our peril. They are without any human feeling of any kind. There is usually at least one of these creatures in every home, perhaps two or even more, and their appearance is by no means formidable. No household, indeed, can afford to be without a clock. There was a time, a few hun- dred years ago, when there were no clocks to regulate people's lives; and there are said to be places, even in this restless, hur- rying, time-conscious world of today, where the inhabitants pay little or no attention to time- pieces. But in this part of the world the clock's word is pretty much law, so to speak, ond our lives are geared to its moving hands. When day begins people are jarred from their night's slumber by the strident jangling of the alarm clock, which, how- ever necessary to the mainten- ance of established routine, is one BY BESSIE CAIRNS For the first time since I start- ed writing Trafalgar Tales I am actually stuck as to what to say in my column. Should it be a nos- talgic one dbout Oakville, the good times and the Head-aches I lived through during my nine years there? There were so many of both I could fill a book. Then again I couldn't possibly write a first column from Rockwood Thursday, Sept. 14, 195) -- Down in Monticello, in New York state, newsmen were briefly intrigued recently by the amazing story of a lady whose fondest de- sire was to acquire a brand new, streamlined. car. She had been saving up for sev- eral years to get together enough bone fide government issue cop- ies of presidential portraits to buy the new vehicle. As her pin money accumulated, she had it changed now and then into bills of larger denomination, and at long last the day came when she had the requisite sum, which amounted to exactly one thous: and, four hundred and fifty dol lars. Gleaming mew jalopies in Monticello, you know, carry a lower price tag than they do hereabouts. But the imps of frustration were apparently out to get this gal, and they very nearly succeeded in so doing. With all her mazuma neatly folded into a cigar box, she left home and hiked toward the establishment of the Monti: cello cousin of Mad Man Muntz. It was a windy, blustery day, and just as the lady neared her des tination, a ruthless gust tore open the 1id of the cigar box and whir- led the greenbacks in all direc: tions before she could make a move to snap the box shut again. Horrified, she stood watching her assorted fives, tens, twenties and century notes scatter. Some swirled through a mad rhumba along the pavement. Others spir- alled skyward, with the carefree abandon of silk dispersing from a milkweed pod, while a few played leapfrog down side alleys. The lady was so stunned she could do nothing but stand and sob as the long cherished vision PUFFS FROM THE COTTON GIN of a shiny convertible blur through her tears. But peop for the most part, are kindly apg sympatheite. Several passerby, had witnessed the mishy Trucks ground to a halt, store keepers ran out, strollers race to her aid, ald even the iney table 'stray pooches joined in tpi super deluxe paper chase. Some 20 persons who took part in the unexpected V-X and C roundy, retrieved bills as far as 175 yargg from where she was standin, And when they all brought their reluctant catches to her for coup. ting, everyone was No end sur. prised to find that every dollar of the original $1,450 had been recovered. The lady stammereq stunned thanks, and went on her way to purchase her new car The news story didn't sg whether the town bank manager had any comments to make re. garding the episode. I can we) imagine that worthy thought lot, though. One simple cheque on a savings account would have avoided all that hullaballoo, ang spared the lassie untold ments) anguish. On the other hand, who can offer sage counsel 'to a per. son who prefers a cigar box or 4 cookie jar to-a bank vault, ang who 'selects the year's blowingest day to make a major purchase? Jt would seem apparent that this particular lady's luck must be just about overdrawn. But the answer to one short question continues to escape me. Hoy could such an utter nitwit, such a completely clueless feather brain, manage to save all that money? Amazedly Yours, BILL COTTON without a word of appreciation for the kindness shown me and mine when it was noised around that we were moving; or the fin- al debt 1 owe neighbors and friends (many of whom were a combination of both) for those moving day meals and refreshing cups of tea and coffee . DUT ambrosi: Strangely enough even the birds seemed to Know we were leaving, on our last Sat- urday, humming birds, orioles, golden warblers, junkos, in fact all our little feathered friends, called to bid: farewell . . . that night even the Aurora Borealis put on a parting show. (The ed- itor will have to check spelling, my dictionary is still packed.) No need to ask shall I forget Oakville where I should have come as a bride to be carried of the most horrible vet invented. They go through the motions of getting up, dress- ing and getting the breakfast with one eye upon the clock's white face with its slowly moving black hands that relentlessly moments. By the time have reached marks upon the dial, the man of the family must be at his place of work or business. Arrived at the sceme of his daily duties, one has another member of the ubiquitous clock species to reckon with. Its mever ceasing black hands remind one of work to be done, appoint ments to keep, and of the con- tinual flight of time. Meanwhile, the housewife who remains at home is exposed to the tyranny of the family time plece. She must watch its move- ments so as to know when to get the children's lunch, to keep ap- pointments with the hairdresser, to start preparations for the eve: ning meal. All over the world, throughout 24 hours of the day, people in all conditions of life are at the mercy of these little ticking' mechanisms with their hands that move steadily, cease- lessly, mercilessly round and round and round. Without the clock our highly complex civilization could mot exist. But it is a hard, exacting master. Some day, perhaps, in the remote future, people will rebel against this servitude to the clock, their whole way of life whl change, and "the time" will cease to be a matter of hour- ly concern to them. But until that time arrives, if it ever does, they are slaves of the clock. A . Complete Investment Service BONDS ' | STOCKS on all Exchanges MACRAE AND COMPANY Investment Dealers 80 King St. W.--Toronto PHONE: EL 3374 across the and arrived instead to find myself custodian of 500 chickens; the groom in the case was on the high seas in charge of the health and welfare ot a like number: of mules. Don't believe any of them were called Francis, but they did play their part in Montgomery's famous 8th army." No, that hot July day in 1941 tables were reversed and I lugged furniture across. the threshold from dawn until dusk. So much for our years in Oak- ville, which ended last Monday with a circus parade when the Cairns en famille, plus Debby the Scotty, yellow pussy, Joey the canary, two ducks and Sheila the pony, to say nothing of all the worldy goods with which, in a rash moment, I had agreed years Defore to be endowed, left for our new home. Reconsidering, I think the marriage service should include a reserve bid on that part of the contract. Enough, more next week if 1 have the strength. Did I say 1 had headaches In Oakville? If so, I'd gladly take them all over again. BRIEF FASHION NOTE Fashion experts declared re- cently that most Canadian girls have a chance to dress well. Dur- ing the past summer, it seemed to be definitely an "off" chance. HERE'S HEALTH Mrs. Fimble knows it's wise Taking steps to immunize Children, to prevent those ills, 'Which mean extra doctor's bills. Dopi. of Notional Health and Weliare W. E. DAVIS 71 Colborne St., Oakville W. S. DAVIS & SON REAL ESTATE, - INSURANCE MORTGAGES * Evenings and Holidays Phone 612-R R. C. A. CUMBERLAND Phone 41 For Complete Automobile Service DROP IN AT EDDIE'S 69 Colborne St. W. WHITE ROSE SERVICE STATION RE -- GARAGE || Telephone 1106 OFFICE HOURS Lloyd E. MacDougall, D.C., Chiropractor 61A Colborne St. East. (Above Russell Drug Co.) TELEPHONE 146 MONDAY and THURSDAY 9.30 a.m. to, 8.30 p.m. SATURDAY 9.00 a.m. to 12.00 noon At Other Times--By Appointment. Oakville . to your food locker . . . waxed paper, pers, containers. We'll "You don't have to bring a thing except the food. We supply everything else plastic wrap- cut and quarter your meat or fowl, filet your fish, wrap everything!" More and more people are buying and food the Bi-Mor Food Lock: er way--no ment in a home freezer, no depreciation, no risk of cur- rent going off while you're away. It all costs less than a nickel a day. "You'll Be Dollars Ahead and Much Better Fed" BI-MOR FROZEN FOODS Royal Bank Bldg., Colborne St. storing their costly invest: Phone 1214-5 Thursd: Th. A sim ic for qualifi