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* 4 The Canadian Statesman, Bowmanville, August 31,1983 Section Two Editorial Comment Maybe It Was The Heat We'd like to blame the current vacillations of Town Council on the heat, the humidity or some other factor than political infighting, but we can't tie a label on their wanderings; they do it winter, summer, fall and spring. Frankly, we were most apprehensive about this community's prospects for good, sound, sensible government when the province, in its wisdom, decided to extend their term of office from two to three years. And council's actions to date have only heightened and intensified that feeling. We now have another two years and several months to go before any changes can be made and the road ahead appears to be overflowing with bitterness and frustration. Take the latest debacle as only one example. Earlier this year, the bylaw bylaw to renew the town administrator's contract came up for renewal. Council was split on that issue, the majority not willing to give him what he wanted. That appeared to be the end of that struggle. It was agreed to advertise the position and allow the present administrator to leave for the London School of Economics in September. Prior to leaving, he has interviewed applicants for his job and narrowed the selection. Then came the /in camera' sessions last week when out of the blue came a move to grant the present administrator a leave of absence for one year. That motion or resolution apparently carried at the first secret meeting that, from all reports was a free for all filled with vituperation, tears and name calling. At the secret session the following day, things had changed overnight. The agreement reached previously was rescinded and the majority decided the administrator would not be granted a leave of absence. The meeting also decided to hire Candidate 51. We also understand all councillors were told in no uncertain terms to refrain from discussing anything with the press. At that point we were unable to learn the name of the person who had been hired. That came later at a special council meeting. Ever since, our phones have been ringing with several councillors doing their utmost to either justify their actions or condemning others for what had happened, suggesting there was pressure brought to bear on those who changed their vote. It's been a real mess that unfortunately has left a legacy of venom that probably won't go away until after the next election. It also will have considerable influence on council's activities for some time to come. One councillor may have come up with a solution. It was suggested that the best thing that could happen here is for the entire council to resign and let the administrator run the asylum. We wouldn't argue with that point of view. Concerning Canada Dr. Richard Redler, a Swiss economist of note, once had this to say about Canada: "Canada's economic future has never looked brighter than today when the world is becoming conscious of the widening gap between population and resources. "Canadians own more sweet water and water power more fish and underwater resources, more wheat, asbestos, nickel, copper, zinc, sulphur, fertilizers and more forests than the citizens of any other major industrial nation. Canadians have far more iron ore, coal and (potentially in the Arctic wilderness) petroleum and natural gas reserves than most. "One can see the immense demands for what Canada has to offer and with strong economic growth, the value of the country's currency will rise and so will the Country's stature." That is what the man said. However, who owns most of the stuff that Redler was talking about? An Ottawa speech of a couple of years ago outlined that 57 per cent of all Canadian production facilities are foreign owned. Other figures indicate that foreign ownership controls 99 per cent of the rubber industry mainly using Canadian petroleum products from a petroleum industry largely owned by outsiders, 95 per cent of the auto industry, 87 per cent of the chemical industry, 71 per cent of the production of electrical goods, 63 per cent of the making of our agricultural equipment and 57 per cent of transportation equipment. Canadians own only 22 per cent of Imperial Oil, 25 per cent of Shell Canada, 26 per cent of Gulf Canada and 9 per cent of Texaco Canada. All of thé natural resources belong to "Us" but it would seem that in the main a great percentage of the profits from these resources accrues to "Them". The God given gifts that our Swiss friend spoke of don't seem to do a lot of good for the ordinary Canadian when current unemployment figures are taken into consideration along with the great number of our young people who can not find a job leading to a secure niche in our society. The bottom line? Our political figures elected to administer this great country of ours have done a rotten job with their mandate of operating Canada for the benefit of us all. One thing for sure, if the Conservatives and the Liberals and the NDPers do not realize what a rich land we have, at least the Swiss, the Yanks and Japanese do. By Ken Lyall in the Guildwood Guardian Old F ashioned Winter? According to some residents who have been around for a lengthy period, what we've been getting this year is an old fashioned summer like they used to have 40 or 50 years ago, hot, humid, and at times stifling. stifling. Now that the cycle is changing from a brief period of hot weather, we can't help wondering if this old fashioned summer will be followed by an old fashioned winter such as many of us remember, with eight foot snow drifts, way below zero temperatures, etc. starting in November and lasting until late March. The skiers and oil men would like it, but there are those who would head for the south as soon as it arrives. Guess we'll just have to wait and see what comes. And in the meantime, it might be a good idea to have the snowblower checked as it didn't get used once last winter. We may need it! (Eanabmn &tateaman Durhsm Counly'i Great Family Journal Established 12» > w «is ego in 1854. Alio Incorporating The Bowmanville News The Newcastle Independent The Orono News Second class mall registration number 1561 Produced every Wednesday by THE JAMES PUBLISHING COMPANY LIMITED 62-66 King SI. W„ Bowmanville, Onlarlo L1C 3K» JOHN M. JAMES RICHARD A. JAMES Editor -- Publisher Assistant Publisher GEO. P. MORRIS BRIAN PURDY DONALD BISHOP Business Mgr. Advertising Mgr. Plant Mgr. 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( " \ SUGAR snd SPICE • Some .Summer ■ Next person, of either sex, who comes up to me and smiles: "Did you have a nice summer?" is going to get a punch in the gut. I haven't had a nice summer since I was 14 years old. And this was no exception, apart from the magnificent magnificent weather that burned my lawns to toast. So. Great summer days, one after another. Ideal beach weather. Lying on the sand, thinking of nothing. Turning into rare steak, which I do. Then a plunge into some of the only clean water left in North America, aside from a patch where some idiot has washed his or her hair, or a patch of oil where some retard has swished too close to the beach. Out. Nice, but definitely out, according to the doctor, who says I have a perforated ear-drum, and swimming is a no-no. Ever had a perforated ear-drum? It's my second. The first was in the air force, when I dived from 10,000 feet to 1,000 with a bad head cold. Symptons? Sharp pain, almost total deafness in the ear, and a feeling as though it were full of water. Have you ever heard of someone giving himself a perforated eardrum eardrum by swatting a horse-fly so hard that he bust his ear-drum and didn't even touch the fly which was almost finishing the chewing off of his right ear-lobe? Now you have. Nice summer? It's been swell, old friends. Two grandboys for two weeks. Paradise, right? Oh, they've improved. They hardly ever break anything any more, just for the fun of it. Now, they do it accidentally. "Oh, it broke, Bill." Somehow, they haven't managed to completely disable any major appliance in the house. But every little silver cloud has its lead lining. Each of them eats more that their Gran and I put together. When they're around, it's like being a short-order cook. After three bowls of cereal, topped with bananas or some other exotic fruit, I ask, inanely: "Anything else, boys?" Well, it turns out that they might be able to choke down a couple of fried eggs each, along with two pieces, each, of toast smothered in peanut butter and honey. Let's forget the orange juice and milk. It's only money, and you can't take it with you. And their life program has changed drastically. They used to be up, prowling around, about 6 a.m., hungry, when I felt like a sack of wet oats. Now, it's like digging a well. The other morning, I'd done by ablutions. Woke up the boys, who stared at me as though they'd been on dope for two weeks. Told them to get cracking. Went down and started their breakfast. Ten minutes later went back up and found them sound asleep. Made loud cheery noises about "getting cracking." Only thing that cracked were the eggs I was getting for breakfast. Back up again, and hauled them, literally, out of bed. They slept-walked their way through dressing (and they can never find their shoes) and next thing I heard, while I was making their breakfast, was the TV on. This time, I didn't make cheery sounds. I bellowed. Down they came, swollen-eyed and sulky. It was only after two bowls of breakfast food that they became slightly human. From there on, it's Twenty Questions time. They: "I can't find my towel, Grandad. Where's my swimming suit, Bill? I've even looked under the bed and no shoes. Why do we have to get up so early? Which is Balind's lunch? Which is Nikov's lunch? Do we hafta eat an apple again today? Why don't you just give us the money to buy our own pop for lunch? Will you untie my shoelaces?" Me: "It's on the clothesline. Swim in your underwear. Your shoes are right where you left them, in with the orange juice. You have to get up so early or you'll meet yourselves coming home. Who cares? Yes. Because you'd lose it. No, just pull them on somehow." By the time they've finished breakfast and good old Bill, trie butler, has packed their towels, swim suits, sweater and lunch in a shopping bag, they're almost human. By the time they get home from day camp, they're feisty little guys, bright, witty, ready to play games, even polite, which throws Gran and me into confusion. They help set trie table and are ready to talk philosophy, economics, or about that bully in their class. By 9:30, bed-time, they've become the ultimate in diplomacy. They can stretch that out to 10:30 by a devious number of tricks too miscellaneous to mention, and maybe that's why they're such utter grogs in the morning. Yes, I've had a grand summer. Good neighbor seriously ill. Good colleague undergoing a triple heart pass. And deaf as a post in one ear. Eh? August 18,1983 Dear Editor: Re: Postal Operations Labour Day, September 5,1983 This is to inform you that the Post Office will be closed on Labour Day, Monday, September 5,1983. No Rural Route, Letter Carrier or Wicket Service will be provided on this day. Normal business operations will resume on Tuesday, September 6,1983, L.L. Skuratow, Postmaster Fall 1983 Dear Sir: The approach of autumn means that the busiest time of the year is at hand for all of us who work for UNICEF in Canada. It is now that many volunteers are needed to assist us in the various aspects of our two major fundraising projects. Through the good offices of the news media, we seek out fellow Ontarians to help us. We are indeed grateful for the excellent publicity which our organization has received from you. We appreciate the support that you, your staff and your readers have given to UNICEF. We realize how much this has contributed to the success of our endeavours. Funds raised through our mutual efforts mean that thousands of children in many parts of the world will benefit from clean water, belter nutrition and the possibility of an education. A little really goes a long way. On behalf of all of us who work for UNICEF in Ontario, please accept our thanks for helping us help those in most need of succour around the globe-the children. Should any of your readers wish more information on being a volunteer with UNICEF, they may write or telephone to the Ontario UNICEF office: UNICEF Ontario, 1992 Yonge Street, Suite 204, Toronto, Ontario M4S 1Z7. Telephone (410) 487-4153. Yours sincerely, Elizabeth Gordon Edwards Provincial Chairman Ontario Unicef Committee August 18,1983 Dear Sir: Re: "Town of Howimmvllle" It is very interesting, to an impartial neighbor such as myself, that so many citizens of Bowmanville have told you that, after 10 years, it is still confusing to have to tell people you live in Newcastle when you live in Bowmanville. On the other hand, I am sure you recognize that the people who live In the Village of Newcastle would find it just as confusing to tell people that they live in Bowmanville, when they really live in Newcastle. In other words, I think the name "Newcastle" for your area municipality is no more confusing than the name "Bowmanville" would he. Could I suggest that the municipality be named "Darlington and Clarke"? Victoria and Grey Trustco Limited recently announced net operating income for the nine months ended July 31, 1983 of $22,014,000 or $1.07 per share, compared to a net operating income of $10,861,000 or 54 cents per share for the same period last year. In addition, the Company reported security gains of This is no more cumbersome than the names of many municipalities in this area such as "Burleigh and Anstruther," "Belmont and Methuen," "Galway and Cavendish," or "Laxton, Digby and Longford." It is a little cumbersome, but so is Regional Government. Government. Most people could just say $8,888,000 or 33 cents per share, compared to $4,901,000 or 25 cents per share for the first nine months lust year. List year's earnings also included included a deduction of $4,785,000 or 24 cents per share re a reduction in the carrying value of Its investment investment in Transohio Financial Corporation. The Company's recent offer to acquire The Premier Trust they live in Bowmanville, or Hampton, or Newcastle, or Orono, or wherever, without worrying about it. The present situation is about as silly as if the region had been named "the Regional Municipality of Whitby." Yours very truly, Wilfred A, Day Port Hope Grey Trust Company was successful, and it now owns 94% of the shares. Total revenue for the first six months amounted to $376,347,000 versus $373,276,000 for the same period last year. The Company announced a regular quarterly dividend of ll'.u% per Common Share, payable September 26, 1983 to shareholders of record September 6,1983, Report from Victoria &