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What is the point of giving power to local boards and municipal- ities and then by an act of the Cabinet over-ride this decision-making authority? Members of Scugog council suspect of course that they will eventually have to knuckle under to the wishes of the Cabinet. Durham Region council | already has, and passed its official amendment i earlier this summer as stated by the Cabinet order. But as one local member of council put it recently, if the Cabinet wants this thing passed against our wishes, it should be done some other way. Maybe our local council should stick by its guns and refuse to go along with the Cabinet order. Would 5 the provincial government come down with all its weight and power on seven men from Scugog Township who decide to say no? employees. While few will dispute that organized labour has over the years brought many necessary reforms and changes to the work-place, the atmosphere that pervades unipn-management relations still remains one of mutual suspicion and distrust with both sides looking on each other as the adversary. And what is especially disturbing about this situation is the fact that precious little progress appears to be taking place to bring about a more rational approach to labour-management relations. The threat of a strike is still the bottom line in the collective bargaining process, and while the right of a group of workers to withdraw their services must remain fundamental to our system, the frequency of strikes in both the public and private sector is alarming. It is in a way unfortunate that the public's attitude towards organjzed labour seems to be increasingly negative. Two-thirds of the men and women who go to work each day in Canada do not belong to any union, and for many of them wages, working conditions, job safety and security need to be improved. As Labour Day, 1978, arrived in Canada, the thoughts on the minds of many people were not about what labour has done in the past, but rather about what it is doing today and where it is going in the future. bill « @ @ bl; n 5 2% 4 4 a % = gq Vil, o BY 8 i Labour Day WR « > hn, 2 All across the country Canadians took advantage oY / SB ow... gg ha. wv RR Sd of the Labour Day holiday by attending exhibitions 3 and fall fairs, spending the last days of summer at A the beach or cottage, or by simply relaxing easy with id family and friends. 3 If a lot of Canadians passed the day without \d . ul reflecting on the historical meaning and significance P he in regards to the movement of organized labour, it is 9) not surprising. AE A ten-day strike by airline workers grounded the ; i national air lines and disrupted the holiday and | WA travel plans of thousands of people; there are ] Sd rumblings that labour problems may bring about yy ne a : a8 another strike in the post office; while Air Canada NLL BENNY rs 5 {) 8: . . Sa T= : 74 » LL ZA 2% {Tos planes may be flying at this moment, a further Ye, \ x TE di] 3 disruption in service 'is possible because of a AX ry ol) » A breakdown in bargaining talks with the union 7 = 7 Ad representing flight attendants; the Toronto Transit B27 8 Z, Lag] Commission may face a walk-out because of un- . Ni resolved contract issues. " : i Canada's record of labour-management relations JIMES ARE JOUGH, HAROLD. EVEN ilk over the past few years has been dismal, and there %y In dit are few indications that the situation is going to get - ppt 7 KIDS ARE DEWALUED { IY any better. There appears to be an anti-labour mood or i a 5 in the country, and governments especially are ' AY taking a hard line with unions that represent public . The Cabinet Order - 3 « Goons Scugog Township council is at present in a rather ticklish predicament. The council has been ordered by the provincial Cabinet (see story on front page) to pass an exemption to a zoning by-law which would allow a Toronto businessman to severe a 10-acre building lot from a farm contrary to the minimum 50-acre requirement for new lots. The council has known of the Cabinet order for several months, and because members are unan- imous in their opposition to this exempting by-law, they have refused to pass it. And rightly so. After all, a member of a local council is elected by the people, and while it is sometimes necessary for a council to "make unpopular decisions, each member must at the "same time act in accordance with what he feels is right. Members of Scugog council obviously feel the order from the Cabinet is not right. What is disturbing about this case is not so much the fact that the council will likely have to pass the by-law against their own wishes, or else have somebody else do it for them. And it is not so much that an individual will get a building lot in an area zoned as agricultural reserve. The disturbing fact is that the provincial Cabinet has used its power to overturn the ruling of the Ontario Municipal Board. It has used its power to at this. TR ~ gars SR I = ROK ath oo CNS pd No SrA: a, Ra - at 4 IF YOU have the constitution of a bull moose, the alimentary ability of an earth- worm, the faculty of sleeping anytime, anywhere, like a cat, a cast-iron stomach, and a very friendly bank manager, by all means take a trip to Europe. If, on the other hand, you have fallen arches, constipation, hemmorhoids, a tricky stomach, insomnia, an aversion to heights or public toilets or foreigners, and less than twice as much money as you think you'll need, by all means don't. You start off eagerly to Europe to look at ancient ruins, and come home looking like one. They tell me there are 50 million old ladies tearing around Europe taking notes and pictures, missing none of the sights, eating the most incredible food, and slugging down the vino when they wouldn't even take a sherry at Christmas, back home. I believe it. I've seen them. But there's one less now. I set off in pretty good shape, in my prime. I came home feeling like a little old lady. If you have a loathing for winos, don't go. smiley You'll probably come back one yourself. If you aren't gregarious, don't like people, feel kind of phobia in mobs, don't go. You'd be miserable. ' If you tend to get sick on buses, airplanes, trains, and boats, better stay home. You'd be sick all the time. If you are going with a spouse or companion, you'll end your trip either full of deepest hatred, or with a new tolerance, love, whatever. After these preliminary alarming notes, I'm forced to admit we had a trip that was merveilleuse, bellissima, fantastic and wunderbar. See how travel broadens one? It's not the only way travel is broadening. I can eat and drink anything and never gain an ounce. But I watched with growing horror as some of the ladies in our group who began the trip fairly svelte, went up like balloons under the steady barrage of French pastries, Italian pasta, Dutch du lings, Swiss chocolate, and a five-course dinner every night. I mentioned our "Group". Yes, we were bourgeois enough to take a guided tour. Many people, particularly the young, sneer "That's no way to see the real Europe," they pontificate. To some extent, I agree. The best way to do it is with a back pack, a year to spend, and a sucker of a father back home, ready to bail you out. But middle-aged couples who can hardly carry the garbage out aren't fit to slug around all day with a sixty pound pack on the back. Many young couples with three weeks holidays haven't the time. And many other people, who have both the time and the strength, just don't want the grubbiness of hostels and hitch-hiking, suspect water, filthy toilets and the ever-present danger of being ripped-off or winding up in the local clink for some unknown reason. Unless you are filthy rich, have a good working knewledge of several languages, and have plenty of time, take my word. Take a planned tour. We were lucky, lucky. We were a mixed bag of about 42: Americans, Australians, and Canadians. There wasn't one sour apple in the barrel. Everybody was concerned 'when someone was lost, or sick, or a bag was missing. We shared picnic lunches on a train, bottles of wine on a boat, hair-dryers and irons, kisses and hugs and jokes and worries. Everybody kept an eye on the ubiquitous Larry,8, and game Granny, 75, both of whom came through with flying colours. We became a large family. Two sprightly ladies from Texas insisted (and they were not kidding) that we all have a reunion in that sovereign state at Christmas. When we had our farewell party in Paris, it was a combination of New Year's Eve and the Mardi Gras. I was kissed and hugged and wept on by so many ladies of various shapes and accents that I was wishing the trip was starting all over again. Perhaps that was the greatest thing we learned on the trip, although the whole thing was a tremendous educational experience in art and history - that almost all people have a warmth and decency and plain goodness in them, once the everyday facade is broken through. There was another way in which we were extremely fortunate, as well. We had - and I say it without qualification, the best tour guide and the best bus driver in all of Europe, Annette and Giovanni. For the first couple of days, I though Annette, a blonde Dutch girl, was a relic of the Gestapo, as she bullied, pushed, pulled, urged, and rounded up stragglers like a sheep dog. I though Giovanni was a rather surly Italian. How wrong one can be! By day three, we all knew that Annette knew her way through Europe as we know our own houses, that she knew how to get us ahead of the mobs, to the best place to eat, to shop, to go to the toilet. By the time Giovanni had taken us through the hair-pin roads of the first Alps, and had h« ped every lady off the bus at every stop, with a smile, we knew he was prima. More later.