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_â€"___ . Published at 2159 Weston Rd., Weston _____ by Principal Publishing Ltd., every Thursday .x V. J. McMillan, President and Publisher s J. M. Jordan, General Manager C3 John Macdonald, Editor . Joy McAllister, Associate Editor i Telephone CH 1 â€" 5211 His plan is to have 100,000 invest $10 each in theiventure with one person holding no, more than ome share. He stated in B;g-uun.d interview : "I‘ll say to the : ‘Oaky, you say the air rl to the people, here are 100,000 them who want to run a radio staâ€" tion.‘ Td like to see them turn that Mr. Burns, currently a columnist with the Vancouver Times and formerly the controversial man, on ‘Hot Line‘ (a radio m‘n.m where the listener phones in), announced his plans for opening a radio station. \ Despite the fact that Mr. Burns is convinced that it was the BBG who forced his dismissal on the owners of CJOR he has an ace up his sleeve which will undoubtedly test the pomposity, nerve and dictatorial nature of the BBG. A highlight of last week‘s Weston Council meeting was a comment made by a member of the audience after Council unanimously rejected an appliâ€" cation by Harold Hanna for a used car lot at the corner of Sykes Avenue and Weston Road. The comment, made amazingly enough in a tone of sinterity rather than sarâ€" casm was, "Thank you gentlemen. That decison took real courage." The decision made by Council was about the most uncourageous way out of their predicament possible regardless of the merits of it. Two weeks previously when Mr. Hanna first appeared before Council with his proposal, the town fathers were on the point of saying ‘go ahead.‘ More or less as an after thought it was deemed that a gesture of goodâ€" will towards the residents would be to seek their opinion on the matter. 'Vag:otuhver broadcaster Pat Burns e very person to set the Board mmdaat Governors on its collective Last week they stated their opinion in no uncertain terms. ‘If you let this car lot go in,‘ they said, ‘you will not be reâ€" turned to Council.‘ The Weston Board of Education is to be applauded on its openâ€"minded attiâ€" tude towards the suggestion that some kindergarten children have an outing at From less imaginative quarters would have come a flat rejection. A simple piece of legislation the Onâ€" tario Legislature could pass would be to make it compulsary for all gravel trucks to cover their load with a tarpaulin. The trucking companies would be infuriated but there might suddenly be the pleasurâ€" able sensation of being able to drive along Ontario‘s highways without a multitude of stones and rocks bouncing off the windshield. All elected officials want to be popuâ€" lar, especially with the voting public. It usually costs money to do this. What is a race track? It is a place where horses run around the course to win or lose money for their owners and gfl. It is a place charged with exciteâ€" t. For some it is a way of life, a means of support, and an escape from the Bay Streets of the world. To other adults who spend the better part of their life condemning every asâ€" pect of life, it is a center of decadence, a sinâ€"bin, and as evil as a bawdy house. Authorized as Second Class Mail, Post Office Dept. Ottawa, Ont., and for payment of postage in cash SUBSCRIPTION RATES $5.00 per year 32 in advance to any address in Canada Other countries $6.00 A Personal Viewpoint Tots At The Track That‘s Courage! The Rock Falls «â€" Thursday, May 20, 1965 Editorials After the deputations had spoken and the other business was carried out, Mayor Wes Boddington leaned closer to his fellow councillors and asked, "Who‘s going to make the motion that we turn it down ?" That‘s courage? The more courageous stand, if courâ€" age is the only thing to be considered, would have been to tell the ratepayers that despite their pleas Council in its infinite wisdom deemed it a d thing to have another used ¢ in Weston. Their decision appeared to be bg&ed on pressure and not policy or wisdom. The area, according to the official plan soon to be made public, is zoned commercial. Unless changed it will unâ€" doubtedly become commercial. Council‘s decision on the used car lot whether arrived at by luck, accident or wisdom was a good one. Until the official plan has been verified and passed by the Ontario Municipal Board it is unfair to the residents of any area to arbitrarily rezone land despite what may be beneâ€" ficial consequences. What else could it be but an awsome spectacle which will take their wild and exciting imaginations into another world. Is taking them to a rack track a move designed to make them grow up and see the strong sides of life. Nonâ€" sense. Not only is there a safety factor inâ€" volved but a frequent highway traveller will have more damage done to his car by this flying debris from overloaded trucks than the salt used for snow melting. But what is a race track to a five or six year old child? If the deskâ€"thumpers at Queen‘s Park wish to continue to live in the shadow of the truckers they should at least make it mandatory, for all trucks to have a sign on their‘backâ€"side stating, ‘"Beware Of Rock Falls". It would be a dangerous tourist attraction. Mr. Burns states that the BBG should have no power over what is broadcast: "It should work like a traffic cop â€" directing the cars but not telling you what kind of car you can drive." i Children of that age will reject what they do not like and blow up in their mind the color and pageantry which is a part of the child‘s world. Unfortunately they probably will. Pat Burns is too hot to handle when he gets on the air. And it is his plan to return ‘Hot Line‘ to the airwaves. The BBG, like every other censoring body in a soâ€" called democratic society, has no imagâ€" ination and act in a manner akin to the color of a field of dandelions. A day at the track for these lucky youngsters would be far more profitable for them than learning the intricacies of piling blocks. & The only point Burns has going for him is that he announced he will run against John Nicholson (Minister of Citizenship and Immigration and MP for Vancouver Centre) in the next fedâ€" eral election if the BBG refuses his application. , This should set the backâ€"room boys in Ottawa in a tailâ€"spin. Mr. Burns is not likely to be satisfied with a station on the DEW line. â€"John Macdonald Mount Dennis Auxiliary of the Weston Red Cross Society have sent to Weston 83 pairs of socks, 49 hospital gowns, 13 dozen large pads and 12 dozen small surgical pads. The Weston society supâ€" plied the wool for the socks. Frederick Barber of Marshal Avenue â€" was â€" severely â€" injured while at work at the Canadian Kodak â€" factory on _ Eglinton Avenue. He was employed as a carpenter on the new building and‘ missed his footing while walking on a scaffold. He fell 30 feet and broke two of his ribs and lacerated his face. Dr. Charlton was summoned and later the injured man was reâ€" moved to his house, William CunMingham, 131 Essex Street, was fatally injured last night by being run down near the Kodak factory by the CPR train which left the Union station at 5:25 p.m. There being no doctors available at the moâ€" ment, the unfortunate man was rushed to the Western hospital and his father called. He was found to be suffering from a broken ankle and a fractured skull aqd? died a few minutes after being .admitted to the hospital. Lambton Mills will have to get along with only one hotelâ€"so deâ€" cided the Ontario Board of License Commissioners at the Parliament buildings last Friday. The following news release from the Lord‘s Day Alliance of Canada is being printed for interest‘s sake alone,. It underâ€" lines the vehemence with which some continue their battle to keep Sunday as it was. Keeping Sunday different from other days becomes more diffiâ€" cult, says the Lord‘s Day Alliance in its annual report just released. Too many people have been willâ€" ing to sell this birthright for boosted pay rates or extra profits from Sunday business. The Board of Evangelism and Social Service of the United Church of Canada has made reâ€" cent reference to what it terms "the weekâ€"end exodus." This has to do with large numbers of people leaving city, town and village for resort areas where they relax and enjoy themselves (and that is commendable), but too often fail to engage in worâ€" ship, (and that is deplorable). Obviously the rank and file of church members could do more for Sunday observance by associâ€" ating with services of the church whether at home or holiday reâ€" sort, by refusing to make unâ€" necessary purchases on Sunday, and by refraining from the use of professional services of others for their entertainment. During the past year there have Ween new developments in some of the provinces in respect to Sunday law. Nova Scotia now permits eommenh‘ sports, comâ€" 50 Years Ago May 21, 1915 The Lord‘s Day Alliance From Our Files International TV Is Coming The Bell Telephone Company is trying to get all the poles off the MainStreet. This is surely a fine example to set as these poles are ratker unsightly. The teleâ€" phone poles in Weston carry only telephone wires which is rather contrary to the belief in general. There are other poles on the street that carry hydro wires and support the Toronto Transportaâ€" tion cables. On Main Street South these days gangs of Bell Teleâ€" phone men are working tooth and nail to rid the landscape of these poles, many of which are rotting at the bottom. The poles and cables are being moved to the rear of the properties. Council, at a special meeting on Monday night, again deferred acâ€" tion on the erection or permission to erect a gasoline station at King Crescent and Main Street North, as applied for at a previous meeting. Farmers of the district have been wearing a broad smile the mornings of last week, with those light showers and dull weather it gave the spring grain an excelâ€" lent chance to get a real start. Father Francis J. Sneath, priest of St. John the Evangelist Church, Weston, celebrated the twentyâ€"fifth anniversary of his ordination to the priesthood of the Roman Catholic Church last Sunday. mercial entertainment, and busiâ€" ness in certain small establishâ€" ments. Its Act differs from legisâ€" lation in other provinces in that it does not provide for putting the issues to public vote. Under this law a number of municipal councils are now permitting Sunâ€" day business in small groceries, confectionery stores, coin laundâ€" ries, souvenir stores, pool halls, bowling alleys, etc. In other provinces agitation for relaxed Sunday laws did not succeed in securing legislative action. A significant move was taken by the Quebec government in apâ€" pointing a Royal Commission to make recommendations on a reâ€" quest of pulp and paper comâ€" panies for permission to operate on Sundays. The Lord‘s Day Alâ€" liance made a submission. The announcement in last week‘s paper that there would be no advanced green stoplight put mt Weston Road and Humber Street is bad news indeed. Dear Sir Although I live in Weston, I work in Etobicoke and it seems 1 «pend most of my time waiting to get on to Humber Street on my way to work each morning. 1 think it is high time that Sunday in the present age is 25 Years Ago â€" MAY 23, 1940 Letter To The Editor GREEN PLEASE A North York boy narrowly escaped death over the holiday weekend when 20 cubic feet of earth, excavated by the township for sewer construction, caved in upon him. Keith Bass, 9, son of Mr. and Mrs. Keith Bass, 12%5 Harding Avenue, was one of a group of children playing near the site last Sunday. The excavaâ€" tion, left uncovered over the holiâ€" day weekend, caved in, carrying the boy to the bottom and buryâ€" ing him with earth. Two other children, Diane and Bill Brown of Tretheway Drive were called to the scene by their younger brother who saw the accident. Diane dug frantically to clear the earth from Keith‘s face. With Bill"s help, she then cleared more earth away and pulled the boy out just as police and firemen arrived. More than 10,000 men and woâ€" men and children flocked to Pioneer Village over the recent holiday weekend for a taste of what it was like in the 1890‘s. Canadians are the most traâ€" velled people in the world but they do not know their own country, George A. Martin told the Weston Kiwanis Club last Tuesday. "It is a shocking staâ€" tistic that two out of every five adult Canadians have not lived or visited outside the province in which they live," he said. being widely studied. Books are written. The Presbyterian Church is conducting a Canadaâ€"wide reâ€" view of the doctrine of the Lord‘s Day, and has already incorporatâ€" ed into the report of the last General AsSembly valuable paâ€" pers on the subject. The Lord‘s Day Alliance has lately sponsorâ€" ed a contest for learned essays on various aspects of Sunday observance. As a church related body the Alliance is concerned with corâ€" rect biblical evaluation of the Lord‘s Day. It believes this indiâ€" cates an obligation of effort to perpetuate the religious adâ€" vantages and humanitarian beneâ€" fits which that day provides. The Alliance has been encouraging such study, along with the counselling and services it proâ€" vides from coast to coast. something was done about the situation. That Mr. Cass whp decided no to the request ought to put himâ€" self in my position for a few mornings and then he would know what the situation is really like. I suggest the town council get moving on something to persuade this man from downtown that we need this advanced green light. JH.G, Ago Deciding to get into the thick of the battle I entered the New Mersey Club. The weapons used here were known as The Sparrows; four rambunctious boys (I think) who have found the world of electronics can vibrate people to death. (YORKVILLE VILLAGEâ€"Any Friday night)â€"Fighting was lousy. No one would have even taken a punch at Barry Goldwater, It is very hard to tell who is the enemy. The cops walk in pairs or stand alone with their backs to buildings so they can only be hit from three sides. The walking is very difficult because of the hordes of newsmen, television cameras, and news bureaus. It is impossible to land your helicopter because the paddy wagons are parked all over. Taking a cursory look at the herds of warriors it is very diffiâ€" cult to tell who are the people that are being paid to do what with whom and exactly how they intend to go about it. All that hair makes it extremely disconcerning for the imagination. Avenue Road,' once the b.tâ€"tlexronnd and high spot of this guerrilla warâ€"torn area is now the dead spot. Yorkville Avenue is the territory. s e A subverter dressed up as a shockingly beautiful waitress, too tall for the precarious task at hand squirms through the metal chairs bruising her thighsâ€"a very sickening sight. She bends to bellow at you to try and get an order. When you scream that you can‘t hear a word she is saying she leans close enough so that you can have a little nibble at her ear. It is about the most romantic touch of the evening. However the best part of this episode is when she arrives with a five cent cup of instant coffee and a bill for $1.90. You and this lovely damsel are almost intimate by the time she has explained that "the entertainment (nibble) costs the management (sssslup) a great deal of (your ears are dirty) money and it is necessary (but I don‘t care) to make this up (are they peppermint flavored?) and therefore we must soak the customer (you should try Accentâ€"it brings out the natural flavor) for everything we can." Shellâ€"torn war correspondent Frazer Cache, having missed the assignments to Viet Nam and Santa Domingo received as a conâ€" solation award the mission to the far flung corner of TeeD, Yorkâ€" ville Village. As she turns her pretty head to oblige with her ears in your mouth the Sparows decide it is time for a little three hour breather and you have suddenly missed the chance to nibble back. Oh well, two dollars is worth it I suppose. Forest Hill Is Dead Just as your onâ€"theâ€"scene reporter was lighting up his eighth cigarette, ten little Jewish dollies made up to look at least 13 enter. Either the excitement in Forest Hill is dying down or their parents dropped them off on their way to Mr. Tony‘s around the block. They sit down, some fortunately beside me (I told my loving wife Lola that the mission was too dangerous for her to come, fortunately), take off their coats and stick out their chests. When their lemonade comes and they see their bills, the chests suddenly deflate but they pop again when the Sparrows turn on their amplifiers and the ceiling starts to quiver. ~ "They are terrrrrific," coughs one as she perseveres in pulling some smoke into the bottom of her lungs. "Mannn are they everrr grrreat." The whole experience for me is traumatic. In the far corner a couple are trying to be romantic but you can tell by the worried glance of the feminine counterpart that the rattling window panes just are not the thing for setting the mood. A Sparrow stops chirping long enough to tell everyone that they should dance over in the corner in a space where they have been unable to fit a table. It eventually becomes too much and I decide I am getting too old to cover this hot news. I regain the polluted air of Yorkville Avenue. Here, to the gentle strains of ‘We Shall Overcome‘ the underâ€" ground tactics of the Yorkville war are in progress. For every James Bond there is a Brigitte Bardot. The best performance was put on by a dashing lad complete with turtle neck sweater, beetle hair and beard (I rather suspect this fellow was the victim of several psychotic complexes the predominant one being to be in with every crowd). He approached a pony tail from behind, sidled up and gave a discreet pinch to & pair of pink tight slacks. The slacks turned 180 degrees and from behind a beard a voice asked, "What are you, some kind of a queer?" Poor chapsâ€"they instantly saw they weren‘t for each other. An interesting group of soldiers in the Battle of Yorkville are the men and women of the post 30 yearâ€"oldâ€"era who are obâ€" viously trying to ‘get with it‘. Bugâ€"eyed, they view the 1965 hipster as he, she or it goes swinging the whole of their body down the sidewalk. A violent passionate kiss by two strangers sets their heads turning in the opposite direction. This type of warfare is obviously youth versus the fuzz. It is always performed adjacent to a pair of policemen, obviously relieved that their little darlings are safe at home watching head ache commercials. Better Than Mr. Jones Some clever chap moved in his ice cream truck and soon had m brisk trade. Instead of lobbing these like grenades it was found by the forces more effective to wait until they reached the melting point and then dribble it down the neck of some unsuspecting but delighted fourteen year old girl who thought this was ‘wild‘, You never got excitement like this going to see dull movies like Tom Jones. There was one scene which will probably have a profound effect upon a Miss Retsky (or something close to that). Miss Retsky is a teacher at some high school in Metro. It just so hapâ€" pened that Miss Retsky and her chosen swinger were cruising along Yorkville Avenue as three of her boys (that she teaches) were cruising along the sidewalk in the opposite direction. "Hey there‘s Miss Retsky," cried one of the boys with obvious delight. Yorkville Avenue on a Friday night is about as fast moving as the Kosyginâ€"Hitler Freeway at rush hour. The boys went over and pounded a few dents into the roof of her boyfriend‘s car and said "How are you tonight, Miss Retsky ?" She was visibly shaken. "Fine," she lied. The boys set off down the sidewalk again shreiking, "Hey isn‘t she a swinger. Wait till we tell the kids at school." The pay is high at Alert, Miss Retsky, and it‘s not quite as hot. Good Luck. One of the local resigents (sex unknown, either to myself or itâ€" self I suspect) was peddling the Yorkville Yawn, Oh ho, tiring isn‘t it ? Just as I was about to pack it in and get my expense account ready for filing, I noticed a crop of black long hair that looked vaguely familiar. I dragged my weary feet in that direction when what to my astonishment there was my Jennifer, my own daughter whom I thought was the mark of respectability in the Cache clan. The Ringo Starr of Yorkville Avenue suspecting that a square had made the scene decided to split before I began to ask questions about him such as when he last had a bath. "And what do you think you are doing here?" I asked authoriâ€" tatively. "Well, okay," I said addressing my daughter, who I thought was grossly exaggerating her qualifications by her attire, "we‘ll go home now. You should be doing something more respectable like watching horror movies." "Just checking up on you Daddyâ€"o. Mum gave me a ten spot to make sure you didn‘t go over and beyond the call of duty." "I don‘t think we should go yet," she replied looking at me like an agent of the Underâ€"Theâ€"Bed Detective Agency. "Sure you wouldn‘t like tq have another look at that stringy blond you were eyeing in that coffee shop ?" she asked slyly. Hoâ€"hum these assignments are too much for an old man like myself, * "She wasn‘t stringy," I started but deciding that discretion was the better part of valor told her I would meet her at the corner in another hour. That‘s The Way . .. by Frazer Cache § R