Oakville-Trafalgar Journal, 19 Jul 1951, p. 9

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Il IC SECOND SECTION " Page 9 Oakville Trafalgar Journal Member Canadian Weekly Newspapi Association published Every Thursday Morning in Oakville, Ont, by Oakville-Trafalgar Publishers, Ltd. 7 DUNN STREET NORTH s. Casey Wood, Jr. Managing Editor Bill Cotton, Editorial PHONE 1298 Vincent H. Birrey Advertising Manager Assistant Thursday, July 19th, 1951 GUEST EDITORIALS By Ken W. MacTaggart Whose Freedom High-lighted against a background of confusing world events, two recent incidents have occurred that have a special significance for the average news- paper reader. They stress the important day-to-day role that his newspaper plays for him in the protection of his freedom. When nerve-shattered William Oatis of the As- sociated Press stood in a Prague court' and mumbled a "confession" that brought him a prison sentence for ng, his indictment was shared by every freedom- loving newspaper in the free world. The strongest criticism offered by the prosecutor was a tribute to a good newsman; Oatis' worst crime was that he had been too truthful, too thorough in reporting facts in his daily summary of news from an Iron Curtain country A few days later, two-fisted Admiral Joy, heading the U.N. delegation to a conference with Communist Korean leaders, stopped his 17-car convoy and refused to enter Kaesong, Red-held meeting-place at which talks were being held to effect a ceasefire. Backed by the U.N. commhnder-in-chief, General Matthew Ridgway, Joy refused to accept the Red dictum that newsmen from the Western free press must not vis- it the conference centre. Earlier reports had described Red photographers and "scribes" at the previous E meetings; to the Reds, obviously, uncontrolled age of the event must not be permitted. Such things as these reveal the importance of a free press and individual freedom. And every news- paper, no matter how small, shares in the responsi- bility it owes its readers. United, large and small, they share with the courts in providing the most powerful defence against encroachments on liberty and the des- truction of demdcracy. oo The knowledge that someone is listening, and is prepared to report for all the people what is being said, acts as a powerful deterrent against the rabble- rouser who forms the shock troops of autocracy. The realization that his acts may méake front-page news, and that he can do nothing to stop it, prevents the strong-arm goon from defying law and inflicting his own code of force and might on the individual. The most important restraint on establishment of the police state is the publication of news. William Oatis, victim of a brutality that recog- nizes only its own ruthless intent, is a martyr to the cause of freedom. Admiral Joy has taken position as a defender of freedom. Newspapers should honor them, and newspaper readers should respect them. 0 Beefs (Or Beeves) One of the most successful Canadian radio pro- grams is known as "What's Your Beef?" and finds its content by interviewing citizens who have com- plaints to air. Peculiarly, the same theme seems to invade so many casual conversations every day. For ance, how many times have you 'heard a friend open up with something like, "Now, the trouble with this town is . . . . " And on and on it goes. Why would anyone want to live in the town anyway? It has pleasant shady streets, but look at the leaves to rake every Fall. Unlike most city lots, most houses have a good-sized lawn, but just think of all the grass to mow. There's no juvenile deling- uency and me is almost non-existent, which de- tracts from juicy subjects for gossip. What the heck, this is an awful state of affairs. - Our neighbors are pleasant, so we have no fights With them. The town is full of public-spirited citizens, as witness the baseball program for Oakville's young- 8 and the recreation commission's excellent ad- ministration of worthwhile projects. We have one of the best little hospitals in Canada, which. testifies to the co-operative qualities of our friends and our mu- tual willingness to shell out for good causes. The ar- ena reflects a desire to provide a benefit that pays off in dividends of health and pleasure. . Maybe the trouble with this town is that it of- lers so many good things that we can't see the forest for the trees. Let's step back a bit into this clearing and take a good look at it. Hmmm. Not bad, not bad. So let's stop beefing. R. M. HINES, M.D. finounces the opening of an office for the general practice of medicine 11 MAPLE AVENUE OAKVILLE A Office Hours By Appointment Phone 1854 Our son Michael, a year-old blonde, blue-eyed bundle of per- petual motion, arrived last Sat- urday afternoon. It seemed to me that Mike took his own sweet time in putting in an appearance at his mew home, but I can see from the-outset that he was well worth waiting for. A Big Help Because, in addition to being probably the world's best looking baby, I can tell already that he's definitely the smartest and that he's going to be a big help in ad- vising me as to ways and means of keeping the wolf from nibbling the doorsill away. He sized things up at a glance when he walked into the apart- ment Saturday afternoon (yes, he walks, too.) After teetering through the living room and kit- chen, and looking over his nur- sery, he eyed me speculatively. "Pop," he said, "This is very nice, and I like it a lot, even though my room doesn't have it's IT SEEMS T0 ME BY P. W. THOMPSON By the time these lines appear in print, several days from when they are being written, the world will be a somewhat different place from what it is now. This is not to imply that any great catastro- phe is in the offing. It is merely a way of calling attention to the drama of eternal, inevitable change. Change is an inescapable fact, a fundamental principle of the universe. Our world is never quite the same from one day to another, or even from one hour to the next. All matter is in a constant state of flux. Change pervades the world of nature and the human scene. Each liv- ing creature is in a continual state of change from birth to death. The human body, they. tell us, changes completely ev- ery seven years. And whether or not we like it, we lose the vigor and high spirits of youth, our faculties decline and we grow old. Our surroundings change,whe- ther rapidly or slowly. No com: munity remains completely un- changed for very long. Great cit- ies seethe with change, and there is change in the small towns, the villages, and even in the quite countryside. Agriculture, indus- try, all human activities and hab- its undergo changes too. And the world's population changes from day to day, as people die and others are horn. To enumerate all the different ways in which change manifests itself would be alto- gether too onerous an undertak- ing. People differ in their attitudes to change. Some welcome it eagerly, others try to resist it, accepting it with the greatest reluctance, depending largely upon whether they are young or old. Sameness to some peo- ple is unbearable, while others would like things to remain forever unchanged. This is a vain hope. We may perhaps re- tard the current of change; we can never stop it. It may seem to us, sometimes, as though some particular condition is permanent and will never change. This is illusion. Below the surface changes are at work. Changes whose results will some day come to light. Compare the world today with what it was even ten years ago. During that brief period, what great changes have occurred in human affairs, what eminent world figures have passed from the scene, what new ones have arisen! In another decade the scene will have changed again, in ways in which we now can only guess. Those things which we are accustomed to regard as per- manent, things like the "eternal hills," the ancient structures, even the great oceans--their permanency is only relative. They may outlast thousands of generations of men, but even their years are numbered. Some day they too must be en- gulfed by change. Life is never static. Even in perfods of seeming calm and stagnation, this process of change is forever at work In one form 'or another. Sometimes itself in strange ways, but it manifests and startling always it is present, us and within us, and none may escape If. It has been truly said that there is only one thing that does not change--the fact that everything changes. around JUST With FRANK R. WALKER This is the time of year when a lot of the stories of the would- be and hope-to-be and wish I could have been, the one that landed that big fish last week- end. We hear all sorts of yarns. Stories of broken lines, of big Muskies taking the plug right at the edge of the boat, of lines get ting tangled in outboard propel- lers, feet getting tangled in an- chor ropes, and a multitude of other "accidents," some of them a little too colorful to whet the imagination. 'We think the best story that we have ever heard regarding outdoors was a story told some years ago by Fred Johnson, who now operates Johnson's Camps at Sundridge. _ Fred claims that a number of years ago he was deer hunting on the Western boundry of the Park about ten miles East of Sundridge when he realized he was lost. He leaned his rifle against a dead old pine stump and climbed to the top of the stump to get his bearings. On top of this big hollow stump Fred's foot slipped and the next thing he found himself inside this old stump about ten feet from the top. As Fred explained it was quite a predicament to be buried inside a ten foot pine stump with no gun and no manner of getting out, so he resolved that sooner or lated someone would coming looking for him. So making him- self comfortable for the night, he settled down. According to Fred, about the middle of the night ha heard some scrambling on the outside of the trunk and shortly something wiggled slowly down the inside, blocking out the stars and the night sky. Fred reached up and found he had a handful of fur, grabbed his hunting knife, jabbed it into the rump of the thing ahead of him and hung onto the fur and the bear, as it turned out later, pulled him completely out of the stump. Fred got his gun and walked home. Now this is not my story--#'s Fred's, but you ask Fred Johnson and even to this day he refuses to shoot a bear, We think that story is one of the best to come out of the bush country in many years. When up in the Pickerel River country last week, we started an Inquiry for late Fall Speckled Trout fishing and there is still some good fishing to be had East of Sundridge from Aug. 15 to end of the season. Just at the north end of what is now Bernard Lake, there is a trail that goes back about twelve miles to the head- waters of the North Magnetawan River at the Old Mill. Yon can leave your car here and walk in another mile over the hill and come out to Little Trout Take, They claim that Little Trout Lake is still excellent Trout fishing, we haven't fished it for some. years but we have a number of photographs of 3 and 4 pound Speckled Trout being taken out of there in the days when Dayey Dunbar owned the Queen's Hotel, Of course, this is going back a long time, but this area is always naturally well stocked with plenty of feed and I see mo rea- son why a person shouldn't get own fixtures. But gosh, you don't have any television, there's no deep freeze in the kit- which probably . means, gonna do a Iot of hiking. Whatsa matter, Pop, you got money troubles?" Ain't It The Truth! Catching my breath, | admit- ted that such was the case. "But who hasn't these days?" | added lamely, for lack of a ready ex- planation. Mike nodded {understandingly. "I know, Pop. They tell me things are pretty tough, what with steaks being up and textiles so expen- sive, and even the Bell Telephone asking for another rate increase. Guess you'd better keep me on pablum for at least another year, huh? And rll help with the tele- phone bill, too, by keeping my long distance calls down to minimum. What | was thinking, though, is that itll be a few months yet before I can give you a hand by taking over a paper route. So, in the meantime, don't you think you better hit the boss for a raise?" Watch It, Pop! I flared up at this last. "Hit that miserable old . . ." lanky slab-sided hogs beneath their pink hid in smaller communities: an accepted fact. has never thrust PUFFS FROM THE COTTON GIN In this age of synthetic chem; produce succulent roasters with ex "Uh-uh, Pop!" Mike admon- ished, waggling a pudgy reproy- ing finger. "Mustn't use that kind of language in front of us in- fants, you know. I can see theres no hope here, though. Don't worry Ill think of something." "Oh, everything will 'be fine, son," I assured him. "Maybe I'll knock off a couple of short stor- les to boost the old income." Mike shrugged. "You could give it a Whirl, of course," he conced- ed. "But from what I hear about the way you write, I guess I het- ter keep right on working on the problem. Ill sleep on it this af- ternoon." Business Ventures "Thanks, boy," 1 murmured, a bit abashed. "But I'm sure we'll make out all right." "Sure we will, Pop," returned Mike. "Don't you be getting any more grey hairs through worry . ing about it. You look old enough now. Cliances are Ill set up in business with a toy exchange. But anyway, IIL think of something." At this point, Mike's mother fn- jected a white square into the 'conversation, and Mike got so Deevish over - the interruption that she whisked him off for a nap. But it shows you what I mean. He'll be a great help during the remainder of my declining years, No Imagination Of course, Mike's mother does Dot believe he actually said any Of these things. She claims all ha mentioned was: '"Oogledy-wah- dada-daaah!" But then, Mike's mother ney- er did understand baby lingo the way I do. She just doesn't have any gift for languages whatso- ever. So I've decided that she can handle the didies and the orange juice and stuff, and Ill look after the translations. Hope For You, Too And once he gets our own sit- uation well coped with and under control, I'll see what he can do With any problems my loyal read. ers may have. Oh, that boy's going to be money In the bank, there's no getting away from i. Happily Yours, BILL. COTTON em a EE Fdding Commer Pictures of University of Toronto professors earning a $900 fee for wrecking parking meters in an attempt to compare their ruggedness couldn Some envy. On occasion, as a. matter-of-fact, the occasional citizen of Oakville who was pi spired to do a worthwhile job along thos: maybe those citizens had just met up with meters that had undergone the U. of T. treatment. 't help but arouse we've seen roperly in- ¢ lines. Or icals, of chickens bred to tra-size drumsticks and of with layers of neatly-patterned bacon ©s, someone should have been able to do something about robins and cherries. How allergic to cherries? Or a cherry tree that squi robins? The battle for human existence and at I ple per year has not been won yet. about a robin rted pepper at east one cherry There is one great benefit for the small fry who live The milkman's horse is still Pity the poor city youngster who handfuls of grass at a patient nag, who has not thrilled to the firm belief that the friend. ly animal is a personal friend. With the sparrows, the small town kid holds an affection for a horse who daily represents part of life. Perish the rubber-shod, exhaust-emitting truck. Long live the horse. --- &@ a REAL ESTATE * W. E. DAVIS W. S. DAVIS & SON - INSURANCE MORTGAGES 63 Colborne St. E., Oakville Evenings and Holidays Phone 1371-m R. C. A. CUMBERLAND Phone 41 -- te E Nelson Crushed Stone Roads and (Continued on Page 11) Various Sizes of Clear and Crusher Run Stone for INFORMATION AND QUOTATIONS PHONE Oakville 694 or Burlington 4904 Driveways i i 1 {

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