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In the event of typographical error, advertising goods or services at the wrong price, goods or servwss rmy not be sold Advemsmg is mere'y an oflar to se" and mny be wnhdrawn at any nrm Oakville Beaver Weekend, Sunday, June 19, 1994 â€"6 f_EDlTORlAL e The blg stick The Ontario government is playing politics with the province‘s boards of education and because of it, students in Halton region will be the big losers. Premier Bob Rae is in the midst of a whirlwind tour throughout Ontario giving out monies to various regions for a variety of programs, including eduâ€" cation infrastructure. Even though the province came up with $620â€"million for new school conâ€" struction the Halton Board of Education won‘t see a dime of that figure. Halton is a growth region within Ontario and Queen‘s Park knows this yet ie .|_ the government has decided to let Halton dangle in the wind while other, lessâ€" crucial areas in the province receive funding. The only possible reason for Halton being snubbed has been the board‘s longâ€"standing position that implementing a Junior Kindergarten (JK) program will cost too much. Because of that stance, Halton fought the directive of the Ontario Ministry of Education every inch of the way and has delayed the issue as long as it could without risking the loss of more funding. It‘s absolutely unconscionable for the province to disregard funding for new schools in Halton. New housing means more children and one need only drive through Burlington and Oakville in particular, to get an idea of the presâ€" sures being placed on existing education facilities. It certainly doesn‘t take a demographic expert to conclude that as a highâ€" growth area, Halton should have received monies for at least one public school. As it is, the board will have to scramble to find places to put students in the Iroquois Ridge and River Oaks areas of Oakville, along with the y youngest son is Headon Forest section of Burlington. bqing f eaten Ironically, the province did fund enough public funds to build a new alive. He‘s being crushed, _ torâ€" Separate School in Georgetown. That may be justified but what about public school children? The Premier has made much about his government‘s programs to reâ€"train people for jobs and to set up other bureaucracies that are justified because * they deal with adult problems. But it‘s hypocrisy and cynicism of the worst sort to use the children of Halton as political pawns in some kind of power play at Queen‘s Park. If we are to remain a competitive society. If we are to prepare out children for the working world ahead, they will need the best possible environment in which to learn. Shortâ€"changing these young people now will only lead to more problems later. Like most trustees at the Halton Board, we‘re completely disgusted with the province and can‘t wait for the next provincial election. tured, driven absolutely mad. Young Scott has a secret, you see. And the secret of what he‘s going to give his poor old Pops for Father‘s Day is darn near killin‘ him. Keeping a secret is a heavy burden for anyone to bear; it‘s especially tough for a yappy fourâ€"yearâ€"old. Consequently, every two minutes Scott tries to hand me a little hint, toss me a tiny clue as to what this great gift is â€" and I know it‘s truly a great gift because every time my little guy so much as thinks about it, he dances (like he may well wet his pants) in anticipaâ€" _____ tion and excitement. But each ----- j time he opens his mouth, his Leading lmpOflel’S of ma]Of older brother, wise to his sorry conventional weapons, 1988â€"1992 sibling‘s secretâ€"surrendering Top 10: $66.8 World: $151.0 ways, stops him flat in his tracks. "Shut up, Scott," Matthew bellows, bonking his brother pside the head, "you‘ll give it away." Scott wants to give it away. He wants nothing more than for ‘ _his father to be out of the dark, o finally get the gift, so the monstrous weight and ridiculous esponsibility of keeping this ecret will be relieved from Scott‘s slim shoulders. He‘s a funny little man, Scott. WEEKLY FOCUS _ _ Import experts Value importer (biltions of 1990 dollars) India Japan Saudi Arabia Afghanistan Greece Turkey Iraq Trident sugarâ€"free gum). He‘s a Germany (West) : performer, an entertainer; he‘ll Spain Iran The other day, he and his buddy ~apparently _kept his > o ooo : buddy‘s grandmother amused A REFERENDUM?2 HA! RememBEr C \NHAT HAPPENED THE TIME WE HAD A REFERENDULI’\fl\q over lunch by "teaching" her the bevy of "bad" words they know. Words like "stupid" and "dumb" and "damn" and "crap." And to that lovely list, precoâ€" cious Scott felt it was fitting to add: "Butthead," an endearing name he often calls his brother in the heat of battle, and "Thit." Sometimes, my wife and I feel horribly fortunate that the little guy has trouble pronouncâ€" ing "sh" words... Fortunate isn‘t quite what I felt one recent afternoon as I stood on my front lawn, admirâ€" ing my magnificently manicured acreage, and a neighbor boy sprinted over to tell me that Scott was kissing his friend Marilyn Monroe (not her real name, which I‘ve changed here to proâ€" tect the innocent â€" if there are any innocents involved in this sordid tale). Marilyn Monroe is the soonâ€" toâ€"be fourâ€"yearâ€"old who plays with Scott â€" the two are, in the words of Marilyn‘s mother, Mrs. Monroe, "thick as thieves." Well, from the report I‘d just received, they were also closer than cousins. I grabbed my rake (in case I had to break up the kissing banâ€" dits) and I ran to the scene of the crime of passion. Scott was still locked in an embrace with Marilyn, still kissing her, or kissâ€" ing her again, or something else equally scandalous. "Scott, you madman," I shouted, "what are you doing?" is ies m“‘t;.fl-:_‘_. ho w ons t E. giee z> ~ dikk d W “l > Of young love and the torture of trying to keep a secret And the little entertainer quit the kiss, looked at me with a orldâ€"weary expression, and explained to his dopey dad, "I‘m kissing Marilyn." "Why?" I gasped. "Because she told me to," he said, logically. Then he paused, dramatically, for affect, and added, "And because I love her." That night, Marilyn Monroe‘s father (that would be Mr. Monroe) marched over to our house to have a tall talk with our little man. Apparently Mr. Monroe had heard about the afternoon escapades. Apparently, he was not amused. If it‘s amusement Mr. Monroe desires, I should call him over here now. A minute ago, the whole house was quiet what with my wife at work, Matthew at school, and Scott playing in his room. Then Scott broke out into song: "Widing Awong. Singin‘ a Cowboy Song. O‘Weee, Oâ€" Way..." It‘s a timeless tune he learned at Tiny Tots preschool. It‘s a song he breaks into (loudly) about a dozen times a day. Half the time, he makes up new lyrics as he goes along. "My horse‘s name is Poopy. He is kind of loopy..." I think he sings the song to get his mind off the secret. It‘s a big secret, I know. And holding it in must make him feel like he‘s going to explode. Certainly on Sunday, he‘ll feel much better when Father‘s Day finally arrives and he‘s able to give his poor old Pop the gift that‘s been eating him alive. Crushing him. Torturing him. Driving him absolutely mad. "Oâ€"Weee, Oâ€"Way..." Happy Father‘s Day...