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2 The Canadian Statesman, Bowmanville, September 8,1976 Section Two Labor The long, hot summer of labour- management strife draws to a close on Monday with the traditional, celebration of Labor Day. Strikes, lockouts, protests against the anti- inflation guidelines, rows over bilingualism in the air just to name a few examples indicate that relations between the two traditional antag- onists are about where they have always been. Mutual distrust and antipathy accompanied by the usual de- pendence on the adversary method to solve all labour-management confrontations, however, are not helping Canada. Suggestions that labor leaders play a part in directing the fortunes of business by sitting on boards of directors should not be dismissed out of hand. Perhaps a spirit of co- operation by both sides would allow Canada the unheard-of -- for us -- luxury of a reduction in strikes and lockouts in all sectors. Recent strong demands from the Canadian Labor Congress to have a greater say in the direction the economy was going should bc Lotte What would you do with a million bucks? Or even $100,000? Dream a little, break out of the humdrum, the treadmill of paying bills. If you win a million, give alf - or most - to charity? Probably all of us have indulged in the seductive day-dreammg that goes with an Olympic lottery ticket or a Wintario. And, the government information flacks tell us, it enriches our coffers by some half billion dollars-a-year for such good things as sport and culture. Something for nothing. The age- old stuff of which dreams are made. But also the age-old stuff of which greed and avarice are made. And yet to knock these government-run lotteries -- which is what we're about to do -- is a little bit like knocking fun and human nature. What's wrong with dreaming? What's wrong is that lotteries are immoral, wasteful and degrading to the society sponsoring them. Having said that, we stand back while we are called stuffy, square and a killjoy. Lotteries are immoral in that they legally tell people that their hopes for material wealth are based on chance. They exploit the dreams of the poor to pay for the pleasures of the rich. Day encouraged. For too long business and government have been seen as the sole arbiters of the Canadian economy. But surely it makes sense that one of the largest sectors of our society -7 the workers -- should have a key role in the kind of economy we live under. We believe that labor unrest can be reduced only through mutual collaboration - not through repres- sive legislation, not by unions knuckling under to management or by "sweetheart" contracts. Only through a joint labour-management effort can the nation recover from the inflation that has had such a devastating effect on our economy. End the adversary method, rely on trust and mutual good-will, recognize that uncurbed inflation, high unemployment, a soggy econ- omy and endless strikes serve only to burden the poor, the oppressed and the victims of an unresponsive system. This labor day, without anyone sacrificing principles, let labor consider how it can reach out the hand of co-operation. ries Lotteries are wasteful in that more than half the proceeds are used for promotion and administra- tion. To give an example, the Presbyterian Record notes that Wintario provides only 42 per cent of its proceeds for grants to sports, recreation and cultural associations after spending 58 per cent in prizes, promotion and administration. A straight canvass or taxation would go further and not be an unfair burden on the poor. Lotteries are degrading because the pander to the greatest social evir our society faces today -- its idolatry of material things. Win more money to buy more things and you'll achieve everlasting happi- ness. But what is most disturbing about this phenomena is the almost tacit approval of the great majority of those who ought to be most opposed. Those who call themselves Christ- ians may very well belong to churches which officially oppose gambling on the very Biblical grounds that gambling fosters greed and greed, along with avarica and covetousness, is a sin. Lotteries are legalized gambling. The churches must oppose them because it is wrong.Lt's that simple. Strike Day May Lack Oomph What the country can expect in the Oct. 14 "national day of protest" by the Canadian Labor Congress is a weak to moderate display of force by the CLC, a benign and forgiving attitude from inconvenienced em- ployers, and back to business as usual by the government and its controls program, writes Randall Litchfield in The Financial Post. Despite urging by Labor Minister John Munro and Canadian Manu- facturers' Association President Rodrigue Bilodeau that companies start legal action against workers participating in the protest, the prevailing attitude among business leaders is to avoid a confrontation with labor on the issue, and let the government bear the brunt of the attack. A national survey of labor unions and corporations has indicated: Employers are taking the attitude that it would be unwise to sour labor relations by prosecuting workers WHY? If the plural of mouse is And the plural of louse i Why isn't the plural of h hice And the plural of blouse c It's inconsistent! If the female of hunter i And the female of songstress, Why isn't the female called widowress And the female of catress? @NIA JOHN M. JAME Editor Publishe participating in the one-day walk- out. Support for the protest is likely to come from unions in the private sector, while many in the public sector are expressing caution and backing away. The provinces that seem likely at this stage to provide the biggest turnout for the CLC are Quebec and Saskatchewan, where the provincial federations of labor have for some time been extremely hard-nosed about the AIB. Both the Quebec Federation of Labor and the Confederation of National Trade Unions, with ne .ly 450,000 mem- bers between them, anticipate "massive participation." In the overall numbers game, however, the CLC may be hard pressed to generate the participation it feels will make a credible showing in convincing the government that the controls program is widely unpopular among working Can- adians. Poets Corner And why is a mattress not called mice,1 atr« m ice, Who knows if a, mattress is femnalel s lice ouse called Andwhyis a buttress not called a butter? alled blice? Who can prove that a buttress is femnale?, s huntress, Aid a ferale stutterer should be a songster is stuttress Arîd ' womnan's clutter should be a of widower tluttress. 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September 2, 1976 Dear Statesman, Dennis and Readers: "Democratically speak- ing", it hardly matters that "Presidents, Prime Ministers, Corporations or Mayors", withhold information from The Public, directly respon- sible for putting them in office -- it is wrong. Multiplying a wrong by however many hundreds, principalities or Princes does not make a wrong, right. People who really wish to KNOW, read and learn about political protocol and citizen- ship. P.M.'s, mayors and councillors are usually quite approachable people, only too glad to speak of an honest issue with any constituent, either in person on the phone or by mail. Therefore much of the public is uninformed because of too little effort or interest, to find out the whys and wherefores of issues that puzzle or anger them. In your case, a little further prodding may be necessary. Lately, I had occasion to look at 'Your tunnel' and the childrens' 'bus stop', also that washboard road connecting your part of Waverly Gardens with Bowmanville. The tunnel IS hazardous and a disgrace to such a graceful develop- ment -- particularly the bro- ken, discontinued lighting in such a spot -- better policing and something constructive done by PUC should improve that tunnel for the balmy months. In the winter season such a careless piece of construction is a travesty of reason! It is too small for proper snow removal by our Newcastle road equipment and too large for manual shovelling. Whether it was Town planning or fancy foot- work by the developer in your section, where there are some lovely homes, it reminds one rather of "The Fox's Dinner Invitation To The Stork," -- a great meal but impossible to get at! Unhappily, too often the children are innocent victims when B.O.E. and Planning cross swords. If not mistaken, the bus corner you mention for the grade oners - to grade III is close to Preston's The Movers and Storage Company with their big trucks starting out so early in the mornings, as well as being a heavily travelled spot for every day traffic. It is a bad spot. Small children amble about and are not as traffic conscious as most grown ups believe. Why on earth, can't the whole matter of the school problem be solved by the use of more portables -- properly insulated of course?? I know little of the construc- tion hazards of Central School. I DID hear a rumour about a workman falling through the roof and in the paper this week, I see the caretaker there has resigned his posi- tion! Maybe whoever applies for that position should really "take care." Again, I must plead ignor- ance of the cost factor in dollars re school transport and more portables. But with mobile transport so costly, gas oil, drivers' wages and roads needing immediate attention, would not it be less costly and more convenient for all to use more portables? For the older-young to WALK in the winter months from your part of Waverly Gardens to Central School, is going back a hundred years to the primitive conditions, people then had, who would gain any education at all. For such a modern, luxurious housing development, the con- dition is outrageous. Our Editor's editorial, this week, struck a responsive chord with me, how about you? We are being continually 'het-up" about various dis- eases, some real, some not, coming at us; killer-bees due to arrive in the Spring, depending on a capricious wind, the earth shaking all around us, Eldorado contin- ually bugging us and our own P.M. about to declare Civil War on us over our language righs -- it ISa bit much to expect us to begin feeling emotional about mayors and new councillors so soon! In November and December it may be fun, taking our cluttered minds off Xmas lists and Xmas plans all so complicated. This year it may be better to keep it all very simple, A.I.B. an' all that. Each new suggestion for the planning committee does seem to elicit a study preced- ing costing many hundreds of dollars throughout the year. Perhaps if The Town Council had qualified people perman- ently on the payroll, it would save Mr. Howden a great deal of frustration and planning costs might be less?? Aren't the trees, in their early autumn garb, around here, something wonderful to see? Sympathatically yours, Mary. Sept. 6, 1976 Dear Sir: The recent reception of my municipal tax bill with its 32.7 per cent increase over last year leads me to ask why our Newcastle Council cannot live within the anti-inflation guide- lines. Haven't they heard of the need for restraint? When our council members - our duly lamented, elected representatives - cannot learn, like the rest of us poor, miserable ratepayers, to live within its means i.e. a tax increase within range of the A I.B. guidelines, then it's time for a change! Now it's clear the A.I.B. guidelines do not specifically apply to tax increases, but if these elected representatives can't do better than this, during a period of supposed restraint, then it's time for a change this December. It's becoming very obvious that the major cause of our inflationary woes is our gov- ernment - at all levels. But he who pays the piper, calls the tune and it's time for drastic substitutions in the composi- tion of this council. We need some people who understand what it is to live within a budget. This council bas given us a clear warning, through this untimely, exhor- bitant, tax increase that we simply can't afford them any longer. Sincerely yours Gerald A. Smialek Dear Mr. Editor: I was asked, in a letter by a fellow Councillor which you printed in last week's issue, if I "consider the dependents of those killed in our wars and other veterans busted-up in our wars who receive pensions are also 'slurping at the public trough"'? My answer is that our Canadian society is fully obligated to support generous- ly those who need it because of loss of loved ones by war service, and those who are legitimately prevented from earning, or have impaired ability to earn, a good livelihood because of war service. Further, our Canadian society is fully obligated to generously support all who need it because of loss of loved ones, and all who are legiti- mately prevented from earn- ing, or have impaired ability to earn a good livelihood, because of any adverse cir- cumstances - not only because of war service. But most emphatically let me say that no-one, ex-ser- viceman or civilian, is entitled to automatic and continuous state support if they are young enough and strong enough and intelligent enough to earn a good living. If one is not of advanced years and is quite able to earn a sufficient living, then to accept state support is indeed to 'slurp at the public trough'. Kirk Entiwsle, Local Councillor. Thursday, Sept. 2, 1976 Dear Johnny: Shocking Tax Bill I am writing this letter to you, because I have a very real complaint. It seems hopeless to appeal to Regional people, so I'm going to let off steam in your paper, if I may, and hope that others will do the same. Yesterday, I was shocked when our tax-bill arrived, and we found that our 1976 taxes exceed $600.00. Now, we live in a modest two-bedroom house in Newtonville, on the No. 2 Highway. We have no side- walk, no sewer, no water, no garbage pick-up, (unless we pay for it). We are rather at a loss to know what we are getting, to warrant this large increase? Upon enquiring, I learned that I could possibly get a chance to register a complaint to a board of revision next year, that there's nothing to be done this year as all rates have been fixed some time past. And if I do this, I could possibly get a reduction, but then our property would be de-valued. We moved here from Bowmanville in 1971, and since then our taxes have doubled. Regional government has been, and is, a disaster to the people in this area. Instead of all those rosy promises, that it would be better all round, less duplication of services, etc., etc., and costs would naturally be less, the opposite has been true. On all sides, people are complaining bitterly, and realizing that it was a great mistake to be so gullible. Instead, it has imposed heavy tax-burdens, with the creation of more departments, added salaries for increased office personnel. It has created much confusion, as people try to contact various officials, and get the run-around before they actually get to the proper department and see the official they want to see. . Today, many persons work- ing in various government and other regional offices are earning large salaries. The extra tax-money they have to pay doesn't affect them as much as the person living on a fixed income. But what about the retired people who mostly live on lower incômes? True, they get and appreciate the Old Age Security pension, but even then, with small cost-of- living increases they get from time to time, they could not get by with any degree of comfort if in their earlier years, they hadn't worked hard and put something by for their old age. If this big spending of the people's nioney for Education and various Municipal costs had to corne out of the pockets of the very officials that do the budgeting and fix these rates, it would be a very different story. It is easy to spend money other than our own. During the Winter-time, we appreciate the snow-plow that clears up the road after a heavy snowstorm, but we do not appreciate the fact that it goes up-and-down every half- hour, even during the night. Are these people trying to establish extra man-hours, to boost their salaries? Or is this done in self-justification, so that it looks good? Surely, if costs are to be cut, even in one department, a closer look should be taken to see if indeed this is necessary. I am really concerned about what is going on, and especial- 25 Years Ago Thursday, August 30th, 1951 Orono Horsemen appeared' to be at the Peterborough Fair in abundance, and winners from the Orono Hub included J. W. Boyd and Son, O. W. Rolph, T. Rutherford, Bill Reid and Stanley Chapman in the roadster classes. In the light horse classes were Ivan Cochrane and Ralph Sadler, Nestleton. Miss Toronto 1951, Miss Ruth Carrier, and her parents and grandparents were recent guests of Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Shrub. Miss Carrier's grand- father Percy Sellen, and Mr. Shrub were old time rival long distance runners. Mr. and Mrs. R. G. Harle were presented with a silver tea service by the congrega- tion of Trinity Church, were Mr. Harle has served as Director of Music and Organ- ist, for the past four years. Bowmanville Lion's Club has donated a $1000, operating table to the new Memorial Hospital, as well as outfitting and equipping the Lion's- ward. Congratulations to Donald Sherwin, son of Dr. and Mrs. W. W. Sherwin, who won top honours in the Junior Division in cattle judging at the Peterborough Fair. Congratulations to Leslie Taylor, Burketon, who won several prizes including Re- serve Championship on his beef cattle and swine at Peterborough Fair. ly the fact that we all seem so passive. Everybody talks, but few do anything. They say, "what's the good". But surely we are not at the whim of a few bureaucrats who seem to have all the say for so n1any In the Dim and }istant Past 49 Years Ago Thursday, September 1st, 1927 The Mission Circle of Cour- tice held its annual picnic at Pollyan'na Park, at Mr. Frank Rundle's beach, on Saturday. Mrs. Helen Brown, a native of Bowmanville, and who managed the Cream of Barley Tourist Camp, last year was instantly killed when alighting from a car near the East Whitby townline, by a passing car and was dragged about 60 feet. Pupils of Mrs. J. Albert Co, and Mrs. Harold D. Clemerï will hold a picnic at the Creani of Barley Camp on Saturday. In case of rain, the picnic will be held the following Satur- day. Orme Gamsby took his ball tossers to Sunderland last Friday to play the winner of the Rolph-Eaton trophy which Orono won 10-7. The batteries for Orono were Dutch Osborne and George Walton. Music teachers conducting classes this season in town include, Miss Gwendolyn Wil- liams, Miss Jean Ramsey, Miss Margaret Abernethy, Mrs. J. Albert Cole, and Mrs. H. D. Clemens. Major A. D. Armour of St. James Cathedral choir, Toronto, and his family are summering at Ariadine Glen, Newcastle-on-the-lake, and assisted St. George's Choir last Sunday. Rev. E. R. James preached his fist sermon since arriving back from England. people? Let's do something next election day, and vote for some people who will make some changes for the good of all. Yours truly, Queenie Fletcher FKfffK SugEKeXrNEXNRKRK M end M Nce By Bil Smile The Folks Next Door Last week I mentioned neighbors, and after I'd finished the column, I thought some more about mine. If you live in a city apartment, you'll probably never know your neighbor two doors down the hall, and will take two years before you are on nodding acquaintance with those next door. That's fine for some people. They actually like to retreat into their cells, and resent any encroachment on their so-called privacy. But if you live in a small town, in a house, you have neighbors, for better or worse, and you might as well relax and enjoy it. Neighbors are not an unmixed blessing. They can be a terrible pain in the arm. When I was a kid, we spent our summers at a cottage. Next door was an old bat who was the quintessence of a bad neighbor. Everybody else at the lake was part of a big, happy family. Not so this one. She sneered and snarked and caused endless trouble. Finally, she put up a fence between her property and ours, so we wouldn't walk on her lawn, which was nothing but pine needles. We solved this by jumping the fence and walking across her pine needles, while she peered from behind the curtains, calling down curses on the brown, bare-footed vandals. That was a nasty one, and caused my mother, I'm sure, some anguish. But there aren't many like that. Most neighbors, like yourself, are pretty fine people, if you treat them as you wish to be treated by others. There is one thing about neigh- bors. They are like relatives. You can't pick and choose. You takes what you gets. You don't buy a house because of the neighbors, though it might be a good idea to think about it. I've been lucky all my life, and I've been lucky in my neighbors. In the last town we lived in, they were the salt of the earth. One of them was even decent enough to have his house burn down one night, in a spectacular fire, which I got my kids out of bed to watch. Something they'll never forget. I don't expect that kind of service from all my neighbors, mind you. That was being neighborly to the point of no return. But we've been in this house going on 20 years, and I couldn't have done better for neighbors if I'd hand- picked them. On one side lives a carpenter and contractor. For a guy like me, who can't hammer two boards together without making a hand sandwich, it's better than having a fairy godmother. He is the soul of generosity when it comes to lending advice and nails. And when I'm standing looking stupidly at some project that would take me a week, he comes over, does it in eight minutes, and, when offered pay, says: "Forget it." He also has a warm and pleasant wife and a son who has grown into a dandy snow-shoveller and lawn- cutter. On another side, my neighbor is a sailor. Don't see much of him in thk summer, but in the spring, he whistles over the fence and holds out a big newspaperfl of fresh smelt or perch fillets. Had to cut down one of my oaks the other day that was threatening to fall on his house. It cost me $300. But who in his right mind wouldn't trade mere money for a panful of fried smelt, and the spirit behind them? Up the street a couple of houses lives Gabe. He is a former plumber, and still has the tools and the skills of his craft. When you have guests arriving, and the sink is plugged, and the regular plumbers are having their four-day weekend, Gabe comes to the rescue. In 10 minutes the sink is slurphing water again. And Gabe doesn't want an arm, a leg, and your liver. Across the way lives John, a teacher, a mathematical whiz, and a delighter in the solving of problems, For example. M wife is away for a week. I want to o a washing. I can't get the washing machine going. Call John. He whips across the street, through the snow, and in five minutes the washing is thunking away. And when my wife is away, his wife nips across and puts a jar of home-made soup inside my back door. When we go away for a few days, the neighbors keep an eye on the place, as though it were their own: pick up the newspapers, feed the cat, make sure the doors are locked, cut the grass if it needs it. Perhaps the best of all is the : knowledge that they are there, if you need them. A sudden emergency, a minor calamity, and they'll be there to drive you, phone a doctor, bring food, whatever. This closeness might seem appal- ling to city folk, with their preoccupation with privacy. But good neighbors don't live in each other's laps. They have their families; we have ours. We don't encroach on their lives; they don't on ours. They have their friends; we have ours; and they're not necessarily the same. Poet Robert Frost summed it up, as poets so often do, when he intoned: "Good fences make good neighbors." And he wasn't just talking about fences. So there you are chaps. Let's see you come up with a fisherman, a carpenter, a plumber, and a trouble- shooter, and I'd say you're as lucky as I am, when it comes to neighbors.