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4 NORSHORE SENTINEL Thursday, February 1961 NORTH SHORE NEEDS REPRESENTATION ON ASSOCIATED CHAMBERS DELEGATIONS As this newspaper is being delivered to your home, the Northwestern Ontario Associated Chambers of Commerce delegation, some 50 members strong, is presenting 20 resolutions to the Ontario Cabinet at Queens Park requesting immediate action on what The Northwest believes are "urgent and immediate" needs. The delegation supposedly represents the interests of Northwestern Ontario. However, through no fault of the NOACC, only one delegate, from Geraldton, will represent the interests of the North Shore area. The other 49 delegates, and naturally the greater majority of the resolutions are looking after the interests of the western section of the 'big half’ of the big province. The North Shore area is young in development and small in population compared to the western section and it is understandable to some extent that greater emphasis be placed on the needs :of! such communities as Kenora, Fort Frances, Dryden, Atikokan etc..-.every one of which is larger than the largest coci^mqnity of the north shore. Also the fact that at least tjhree of the largest communities Tn this area are controlled by companies does little to enhance its efforts in presenting any form of a united front fpr government support.* It is thus encouraging tq ppte that first Nipigon and now Schreiber, have revitalized their chambers of commerce, a fact that will no doubt help to bring a voice from this area to the next annual junkef: East. The opening of the Circle Route last fall brought a promise to the north shore area that has no bounds. Ifj wp ape to fill this potential it behooves the communities to find their voice and use it to elicit government suppprt for their projects. Nipigon’s chamber h^s ma^le a fine start in the new year and it is hoped the enthusiasm will not only continue but grow and grow. Schreiper, meanwhile, is just planting the seeds of what should bp a worthwhile group and it is hoped not only the businessmen but the general citizens will help get this vital organization rolling. As Emerson once observed, 'A sundial is of nq pse in the shade.’ So it is, an idea is of no use without support. What is the value, the purpose of a chamber in your community? It might be stated that the fundamental purpose is to make a community a better place in which to live and work. Comprised of vplunteer workers, a good chamber supplements worlf done by the local council to promote enrichment of community i life and expansion of community enterprise. Highways, jipalph, sanitation, safety and fire prevention are some qf tjhe channels through which these goals are achieved. Now that Nipigon and Schreiber are served by what appears will be active chambers of commerce, the lack of representation on impressive delegations to government can be corrected and t|ie Associated Chambers of Commerce will speak as a voice* not only for the area West of the Lakehead but for the whole Northwest. An Encouraging Sign While it may sometimes seem that nothing in our society is' undervalued quite so much as education, there is encouraging evidence to the contrary. A recent report shows that no fewer than three-quarters of-a-million adult Canadians are spending their leisure and their dollars buying themselves an improved education. Many are attending evening classes at universities, more than 30 of which now provide courses leading to a degree. Others are content to study one or more of a wide range of subjects, the greater understanding of which will make for a fuller life. Observers of the social scene will find great cause for satisfaction that television has so signally failed to triumph over the urge to self-betterment. (Could it be, perhaps, that it has even helped it?) Maybe there is hope for us yet. NORSKORE SENTINEL The Norshore Sentinel is published every Wednesday in Port Arthur. The Sentinel Office is located on Front St. in Nipigon, box 279. Phone 360. Authorized as second class mail, Post Office Dept. Ottawa. Charles D. McOuat, editor and publisher. Donald F. MpOuat, advertising manager. SUGAR 'N' SPICE By BILL SMILEY Recently, I decided that something must be done tq ward off old age and complete disability. I realized I must have some recreation. Night after night, I sat in my little hole in the wall, up to my knees in unmarked essays, half-finished lesson plans, unread examination papers, and all the other paraphernalia of teaching, a paper-happy profession, if ever there was one. Slumped over my card table eyes running redly in the cigarette smoke, thick as eggnog, I could see nothing ahead but stenographer’s spread, permanent curvature of the spine, cancer of the lungs, and total blindness. "For this,’’ I thought bitterly, "I left the even tenour of my newspaper work, where the only things that threatened were hyper-tension, boozer’s nose, my trick knee, my bad back, a heart condition, cancer of the lungs,and the old punch in the face from an irate subscriber.’’ It was time to act. And when I make a decision, there’s no hesitancy In carrying it out. It was only four or six weeks after I threatened to do something, that I joined the curling club. I’ve never been sorry for a minute. My whole system is toned up. My outlook is fresh and different. I feel like a new man. It’s not that I’ve done any curling yet. Oh, no. After all, I’m new at the game, and I’m just sort of studying it up. I’m not one of these impetuous chaps who hurl themselves into a thing and then make a mess of it. I mean, I wouldn’t want to just go right out there and CURL, as though I knew all about it. Why, I could go out there and make a complete fool of myself, if I didn’t go into the game thoroughly, So I’ve been reading articles on the sport, and looking at some of those beer ads describing it, and chatting quite a bit about "the roarin’ game’’ with some of the boys and I must admit I’m getting the hang of it nicely. The kids encouraged my enthusiasm, and did all they could to aid in getting me back into top physical trim. They bought me a curling broom for Christmas, and it’s a beauty. One of those real two-dollar brooms that the regular curlers use. It’s the handiest thing you ever saw for sweeping off your goloshes before you come into the house. Much easier to handle than one of those big, awkward, kitchen brooms. And my wife has certainly surprised me. She always seemed a little cool about my going fishing, or golfing, or deer hunting or playing poker or to turkey raffles or any of the athletic events of that nature in which I used to participate. But she’s keen as mustard on my curling. She’s even suggested a couple of times that I get on one of the curling teams and curl. In fact, the other day, she bought about eighteen skeins of that big, heavy wool, and she’s going to knit me a curling sweater. I told her it would be finished just in time to wear when I became a "skip," and she seemed as pleased as Punch. She’s going to knit in curling stones and Scotchmen and brooms and all sorts of things. Like a moose, and a polar bear, and a pair of crossed golf clubs in case I want to wear it golfing. And a fisherman pulling out a big trout, in case I want to wear it fishing on those nippy days. And it’s done wonders for my co-ordination and judgment. I was actually beginning to feel that I had lost that close liaison between hand and brain that I’d had for years. But the other night, over at the curling club, I pulled off a couple of shots that had them all gasping. I felt about eighteen years old again when a couple of the old-timers clapped me on the back and told me they hadn’t seen anybody in years sink the pink ball in the side pocket as neatly as I had just done. Most of us older curlers don’t bother going on the ice much. Too darn many women and young fellows. But we do enjoy our game on the pool table in the clubrooms. I'm just sorry I didn’t take up curling years ago. But it’s ideal for a chap my age, even when he’s new at it. Some middle-aged fellows go flinging themselves about on badminton courts. Others play squach or handball to keep in shape or do boring calisthenics, or work out on a rowing machine. Some even go to the lengths of walking to work. That’s all very welt if all you’re interested in is punishing yourself to stay young. But for a game that develops the mind as well as the body, that sharpens every faculty, heightens every experience, I’ll take curling. Give me a cold winter night with the hoots and hollers of the curlers in the frosty air, the resounding "pock" of stone striking stone, the color or the costumes, the frenzied ballet of the sweepersâ€" and you’ll find me right down there in the billiard room with the rest of them.