2 The Canadian Statesman, Bowmanville, April 6, 1977 Section Two .Durham County's Great Family Journal Established 123 years ago in 1854 Also lncorporating The Bowmanville News The Newcastle Independent The Orono News Second class mail registration number 1561 Produced every Wednesday by THE JAMES PUBLISHING COMPANY LIMITED 62-66 King St. W., Bowmanville, Ontario LiC 3K9 JOHN M. JAMES JOHN E. JAMES Editor - Pubisher General Manager GEO. P. MORRIS BRIAN PURDY DONALD BISHOP Business Mgr. Advertising Mgr. Plant Mqr. "Copyright and-or property rights subsist in the image appearing on this proof. Permission to reproduce in whole or in part and In anl form whatsoever, particularly by photographic or offset proos-m a purTcio1, TusTbe obtainerfro~m the publisher and the printer. Any unauthorized reproduction will be subiect to recourse in law." $10.00 a year - 6 months $5.50 foreign --$21.00 a year strictly in advance Although every precaution will be ta&en to avoid error, The Canadian Statesman accepts advertising in Its columns on the understanding that it will not be liable for any error in the advertisement published hereunder unless a proof of such advertisement is requested in writing by the advertiser and returned to The Canadian Statesman business office duly signed by the ,advertiser and with such error or corrections plainly noted in writing thereon, and in that case if any error so noted is not corrected by The Canadian Statesman its liability shal not exceed such a portion of the entire cost of such advertisement as the space occupied by the noted error bears to the whole space occupied by such advertisement. Easter People Spring is a good time for Easter, with its resurgence of life--life bursting from every patch of soil, every branch. Spring is a good symbol of Easter, when Christians celebrate the resurrection of Jesus and remember that the tomb could not hold Him; that He came alive for evermore. An important fact of faith. Proof? It is not a matter of documents, of witnesses. Like most important things in life, the answers are not something you know, but something you live. Not sornething you discover, but what you have a part in creating. The roof of the resurrection is in people iving the resurrection, living their lives conscious of the living God. People living for others, daily relying on the strength, the insight, the presence of the living God. They are Easter People. Some Easter People are well known, like Mother Teresa in Calcutta, giving her life to the poor. Most are not famous. You can recognize them though! They are fresh, springlike, alive people, people with a touch of the eternal in them now. They've a great perspec- tive 'on life, seeing beyond them- selves, beyond today. Easter People are a breath of spring after a long winter, a light in a dark room. Easter is about being alive and living. -Unchurched Editorials Farrah Breaks The Rules Farrah Fawcett Majors broke every rule in the book recently when she used a skateboard to escape a would-be killer. And the Ontario Safety League is not very happy about it. On a recent edition of "Charlie's Angels", Miss Majors manoeuvered her skateboard through pedestrians in a park, upset customers at an ice cream stand, and clung to the back of a pick-up truck as it trkvelled down a highway. The séquence ended as Miss Majors collided with a parked car, flew over the hood and emerged, unscathed, on the other side. Of course, her coiffure was not damaged. Most television critics agree that Miss Majors has become one of the most popular stars of the season. With that popularity comes in- fluence and responsibility and the League hopes that the recent skateboard sequence will not have the same influence as Miss Majors' hairstyle., Skateboards have been around for a long time, but modern technology has taken over the toy and presented us with a new, light-weight, plastic and fiberglass model, with wider wheels and ball bearings. League staff members have observed on more than one occasion young enthusiasts attaining speeds of up to 30 m.p.h. on busy city streets. At least one manufacturer includ- es a set of safety tips with each unit sold. But as with almost any warning, the Ontario Safety League states, these seem to go unheeded. The manufacturer notes that the skateboard is not recommended for children under the age of fourteen. Protective clothing and "approved safety helmets" are recommended by the manufacturer, although the League is unaware of such skate- board helmets. The unit should not be operated on public streets, nor near traffic or parked cars. Undoubtedly, skateboards can provide a lot of fun and healthy exercise, but keep them off the streets, away from traffic, says the Ontario Safety League. Read and heed the manufacturer's warning. -A Murder To Be Remembered Down the centuries, every time an honest man gave his life for the sake of truth and justice, it was another nail in the coffin of inhuman dictatorship. Such a martyr was Archbishop Janani Luwum who was murdered recently in the Ugandan capital of Kampala. President Idi Amin of Uganda, described by some African leaders as the butcher of countless thousands, may not have pulled the trigger. But it was certainly Idi Amin who murdered the archbishop and is responsible for the world-wide outcry against his cruelty. Why was Archbishop Janani Luwum brutally murdered? He had warned Amin that the gun which had been designed to protect Uganda as a nation was being turned against the Ugandan people to rob them of their lives and their property. He had spoken out against the persecu- tion of Christians in Uganda. He had pointed out that fear and insecurity and even torture were rampant in the country. He died a martyr to the cause of Christianity and liberty and justice. He was shot down like a wild dog, along with two of Uganda's minis- ters, and his death was described by Amin as "an unfortunate car accident." In several African coun- tries and indeed around the world, national and religious leaders de- plored the grisly killing. What is to be done about a national leader who flaunts his cruelty and his capacity to rule by terror for all the world to see? Clearly, the world should react. Nations must not stand by idle waiting for Idi Amin's guns to fire indiscriminately at anyone who dares to oppose his tyranny. Nations and governments in the past have broken diplomatic rela- tions for less than the murder of an archbishop of the Anglican commu- nity. Any attempt to isolate the regime of Idi Amin will not be simple. Governments that trade with Amin - particularly those that sell Uganda arms for the armed forces and the police - will not easily abandon such lucrative busi- ness. But without guns, without bullets, without hand grenades and other weapons, Amin's rule of terror would soon grind to a halt. A tyrant is powerless when deprived of the weapons that allow him to enforce his tyranny. Responsible nations everywhere must take away Idi Amin's murder weapons before thousands more die under his bloody rule. -- Unchurched Editorials. A Corner for Poets A PRAYER FOR THE WORLD The time was 29'AD As recorded in history, Jesus hung upon the cross And the setting was Calvar Wars have come for you an me and gone And the Atomic bomb and napom Have hurt and been no fun. The old grow older, and some children still go hungry, An man are lonely And webook 1I Calvary And to its compass, Eternity. May the future act kindly Dear God, Eternally Everywhere and a Prayer and no more agony! - Marion Taylor Ford UNTIMELY END Speaking sympathy to a friend I remembered "But for all life must end" "But" he smiled, "Yet, I felt cold, Too bad 'Death' must happen to the Old. And as I search my memory, I totally agree!! - Marion Taylor Ford J~FEA/PE/9 CE! 64'E«E 4~~7OL/ 2 6 ar L C*C N By Bil Smiley Sour Notes Don't expect the usual collection of optimistic opinion, cheery chat, and happy household hints normally found in this space. I'm feeling really mean this week. If St. Francis of Assisi himself showed up, I'd probably snarl, "Stop feeding those bloody birds! A they'll do is dump all over us." My normally sunny nature is soured b ya sore back. It started out as just a little pain, like a breadknife going into my kidneys. You know. The sort of thing that makes you emit a startled "aarf!", when you straighten up after brushing your teeth and spitting in the sink. Lots of guys have that. It goes with the territory. Then my two grandboys came for the weekend. They weigh about fifty pounds between them. There's a certain amount of jealousy. Nobody can play the same tunes on their fat necks that Grandad can, by simultaneously sucking and blow- ing. As a result, no sooner do I get one kid grinning and gi ling, and plunk him down, than e other is standing there, arms extended. As any grandfather knows (gran- nies are smarter and threaten to wash their faces and the kids run), it is literally impossible to ignore the upstretched arms of a tyke. Consequently I reckon, roughly, that I lifted about a ton and a half of grandbabbies off the floor over the weekend. Another forty-odd times I leaned far over and separated them when mayhem seemed imminent. As any old codger with a slipped disc or crumbling verterbrae can tell you, this is known as the poor way, one of the worst, of curing a sore back. The other poor way, the absolutely worst, I won't tell you, as this is a family journal. To top it all, I have a week's vacation coming up. I have a fairly grim certainty that I'm going to be spending it, and a couple after it, flat on my back. Put you to bed. That's what doctors do when you go to them with a sore back. First they poke you hard a few times in the sore back and ask, "Does that hurt?" Of course it does. Then they feel your belly, which is not the greatest erotic experience in the world. They tell you take a deep breath. They tell you to cough. They seem fairly sure you have a hernia. In the back? "Canyou move your legs?" they ask, ignoring the fact that you walked from your car into their outer waiting-room, and from there into the torture chamber. "Does it hurt to sit for long periods?" Damn right. You've just sat in the waiting-rQom for an hour and a half after our appointment time, and almost fainted when you stood up. Then, non-plussed as usual, they take off their glasses and nod solemnly. "Yes, it seems sore all right. We'd better get a picture of that." Translation: I haven't a clue, but maybe it will go away by the time you get it X-rayed and the prints get back to me. About 48 hours. They give you some pain-killers "in case you have some pain." At this point tears as big as tea-bags are spurting out of your eyes from pain. You emit something between a groan and a squeal of pure pain as you clamber down from that jeesly high bed in their office. Pain? Migawd, my wife came up this morning to see why I hadn't come down for breakfast. I was lying on the bedroom floor, weeping. I'd just tried to put my socks on. Twice today, a police car pulled up as I was trying to get out of my car. They'd seen the door open and one leg emerge. Two minutes later another leg hove into view. After three more minutes, a crouched, swaying torso followed. They thought I was plastered. I was merely trying to straighten up with- out screaming. Ail right? We xnow where we stand? Don't expect any sweetness and light in this column. Now. Let's deal with that young rip, Margaret Trudeau. My wife is on her side. Newspaper columnists have been generaly kind. I asked a young person the other day for an opinion on Margaret's shenanigans, and got the predictable answer. "Sheez oney dooner own thing. Snuthin wrongth that." I heartily disagree. There's such a thing as responsibility, though the word makes people cringe these days. If you can't stand the heat, fine, get out of the kitchen. But don't run into the public square and whine that you're just trying to find your- self as a person. That's juvenile . I have never been a fan of her hus- band, but I admired his domestie loyalty on this undoubtedly painful occasion. Speaking of the Trudeau's, I'd love to disinter a column I wrote a few months back, when the Liberals were on the ropes, and the political vultures were swarming to pick the bones of the P.M. But that would be saying "I told you so," one of the nastiest sentences in the English language. A prophet is indeed without honor in his own country. Sometimes in his own kitchen. Good for Harry Boyle, head ol CRTC. He has made it clear that our national broadcasting company, whatever its faults, is not merely a tool for keeping the Liberal govern- ment in office, contrary to the opinions of some Cabinet ministers. About sweet teeth. I've never heard such absolute crap as the banning of sacharine because some mice got some cancer when they were stuffed with the stuff. Far better, I presume, to die of cigarettes or booze than to expire from drinking two of three hundred cans of sacharine-sweetened drinks a day. I guess diabetics and fatties don't swing much weight at the polls. There. I've vented some of my venom, and my back feels better already. Instead of feeling like Prometheus, with that vulture tearing out his liver, I merely have the more moderate pain of a dog excreting razor blades. Letters to the Editor 30 Hillsboro Avenue, Apt. 1403 Toronto, Ontario MSR 1S7 416-922-3001 March 31, 1977 Doesn't Like Pierre Dear Sir; There are many good, solid French Canadians who live in the Province of Quebec. Un- fortunately Mr. Trudeau is not one of them. Trudeau is a more skillful, oolitically adroit individual than Levesque. Trudeau is also more dangerous, more ambitious, and makes some pleasing surface moves with- out revealing his true motiva- tion apart from his hard French sell. It becomes increasingly obvious that Mr. Trudeau has the long range objective of holding office as the first President of the Socialist Republic of Canada. This would not meet with U.S. approval, but would be a move that the Soviet Union and Cuba would actively support financially and by force of arms if necessary. Trudeau deliberately divides Canada when he refers repeatedly to the French fact and the English fact and fails to talk about the Canadian fact. There are more Canadians who have no French or English blood than the twenty- five per cent of our population with French ancestors. Tru- deau excludes this important segment of our population in the present dialogue between Levesque and himself. Why? Trudeau has ordered 715 armoured cars. Is this not a move that the president of a banana republic would make? Trudeau and his wise men, who all come from the same stable, are presently ham- stringing everything that we cherish in this nation includ- ing the R.C.M.P., a competent force, that normally might be able to cope with security risks. The public sees Trudeau as the man who will save Canada. The writer does not agree. Trudeau and his wise men would divide and destroy us. These individuals have moved in many directions that give their leftwing ideas teeth and clout. Millions of taxpayer dollars have been poured into the Canadian Development Corporation to nationalize Canadian industry. Why? To open the door for socialism! Trudeau calls Levesque a 'con' man. Trudeau's per- formance in Washington was superior to Levesque's New York debut. In the 'con' business it takes one to know one. The writer believes that both Levesque and Trudeau are traitors and functional security risks. Our best invest- igative reporters should be digging both of these gentle- ment. Trudeau's past and present contacts are not that difficult to pin point. Farley Faulkner A Few Credentials The writer of the above letter was a field writer and researcher and did work in the area of political intelligence at Mr. King's request, for five years during World War IL. Mr. King sent him a Karsh portrait of himself "with all good wishes and thanks" for "your good officers and friendship." The writer has been a personal friend of George Drew, Arthur Meighen, Mitch Hepburn and many other political leaders. His father, the Hon. Dr. J.A. Faulkner was Minister of Health in Hepburn's first cabinet. The Èon of the writer's older brother, George, is a member of the Trudeau cabinet. Ed's note: Mr. Faulkner doesn't seem to be too fond of Mr. Trudeau or Mr. Levesque. In fact, he spent 87 cents to send the registered letter telling our readers about it. Maybe his nephew, the Hon. Hugh Faulkner, will send a rebuttal. Poor Pierre, he certainly has his troubles these days. Dear John: I am enclosing a clipping from a speech by The Hon. Alvin Hamilton, which I feel the people, before an election, should know, and act accord- ingly. We have had an education, mathematics and law system, which has proved successful from the beginning of our country. But now our govern- ments and bureaucrats want to change everything, keep the people confused at all times. Do they ever think of the millions and millions it would cost to do this, at this time, plus the confusion to drivers on highways? It's too bad they can't use their time in a more construc- tive way and more economical system. Yours truly Disgusted The Metric Farce; "Nitwits Run Amok" The Hon. Alvin Hamilton, P.C., member of Qu'appelle- Moose Mountain has tossed a monkey wrench in the Cana- dian metric system works. He does it skilfully in a "Report from Ottawa" which provides interesting reading for those Canadians still reeling for the confusion which has at- tended the compulsory intro- duction of the metric system. No elaboration is needed on Mr. Hamilton's comments- they speak elaborately for themselves: "In 1970 the Federal Gov- ernment set up a Metric Commission to plan for Cana- dian conversion to the Metric System in the interests of world trade. "The Metric Commission worked out a plan, told the provincial governments to get their legislation in place, told the companies that it was going to start on February 1, 1977 for the grain trade, packaging, and the oil and gas distributors. The grain companies and business believed the Metric Commission and went ahead and changed over at some cost. No one bothered to inquire if parliament had passed the necessary legisla- tion. It hadn't. "The legislation came ii for the first real debate on January 26, 1977, five days before the sysem went into effect. The government said the farmers were all for it because the grain companies were for it. "The P.C.'s wanted to find out more about the farmer's views. It turned out that none of the grain companies or farm organizations had seri- ously consulted their mem- bers. They had just told them the metric system was coming and get ready. The railways refused to move on the advice of the Metric Commission. "Once again the nitwits in the bureaucracy had run amok. They had conned their fellow nitwits in the grain companies and business into serious expenses. They had conned their fellow nitwits in the provincial governments to pass metric legislation. In Saskatchewan they even put it through by order-in-council without telling the legislative members that all land surveys had to be done. in future, in metrie. "However, the ntwits for- got to get legislative approval by parliament. Now they are running around trying to explain why it is necessary to change acres to hectares, etc., when we are not selling land in world trade. "When the P.C. Party tried to help the government out of the mess by moving amend- ments to allow both the metric system and the imperial system, the advisers got the government members to vote down every amendment. This will force a fight in third reading. "No wonder cne spokesman for the P.C.'s said that if government were a business and he was the boss, he would fire the whole lot." Dear Sir; As the parent of a boy in the Recreation Department's Hockey League, I would like to take this opportunity to say a Thank You. To au of the coaches and managers of this league who give freely of their time and energy so that the boys of this town can take part and enjoy themselves. To Mr. Bud Fanning and his excellent staff of the Recreation Depart- ment who do a wonderful job, a special Thank You. In these days of high taxes, high inflation and quick criti- cism, we often forget to say even a simple Thank You. These people put in many hours, makingup schedules. team ists, getting referees, eheckîng ice time and makng sure everything runs smooth- ly. This is true not just in hockey but in every aspect of Recreation in this town, they are very dedicated people and we should be proud of them. Yours truly Mrs. Barbara Schouten 53 Lawrence Cres. and Spice 25 Years Ago Thursday, April 3rd Bowmanville's newest busi- ness, Ken's Men's Wear will open its doors to the public on Friday, April 4th, at 75 King St. E. formerly Roy Nead's radio service store. The sole own,er is Ken Nicks, popular young Kinsmen member, who' has been with the S.G. Chartran Store for 5½ years. A.W. Overy, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. James A. Overy, Nelson Street, graduated as a Fighter Control Operator, standing fourth with an aver- age of 72 per cent, at the R.C.A.F. Station, Clinton Joseph Walker of Orono has suceeded Sam Black, as county milk tester under the policy of Dairy Herd Improve- ment. James T. Brown, of Brow- view Farm, Newcastle, was the winner of a silver tray for compiling the most points in registered oats, barley, and winter wheat, at the Central Ontario Spring Show, held in Peterborough, last week. Cartwright ratepayers favor the building of one central school with Blackstock the logical location, it was stated at a special meeting held on Friday in the Com- munity Hall. In the Dim and )stant Past 49 Years Ago Thursday, April 5th, 1928 Cawker's Butcher Store bas installed a modern refrigera- tion plant, 10xlx11, and also two cold storage sanitary display cases, with which to serve customers better. The public is invited to see the planit in operation this Thurs- day and Saturday. Town council favored ex- penditures of $68,000 for pav- ing roads, extending water- works and sewer on Elgin and Duke Street, and voted Chief Jarvis a nine month's salary on bis retirement at council meetint on Monday night. Rev. C.R Carscallen, M.A., D.D. recently returned from China, has been appointed Principal of Ontario Ladies College, Whitby, succeeded the late Rev. F.L. Farewell. Public School Report for March, Room 4, Sr. 3rd Vera Lonsberry, Chester Jury, Byron Vanstone, Joyceêdèr, Robert Hayes, Lorraine Pick- ard, Ernest Perfect, Dora Wood, Betty Tamblyn, Jean Brough. Teacher, Miss Helen G. Morris. A generous bequest of $10,000 by the late Thomas Montague, of Newcastle bas been made to the Bowman- ville Hospital.