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8 NORSHORE SENTINEL Thursday, May 4, 1961 Sugar and Spice By Bill Smiley I’m not: much for blood lines, when it comes to people. But every so often, when I'm wondering what is wrong with, or right with, my kids, l begin thinking of all the characteristics they've inherited, and of what will become of them, with all those queer ancestors lurking in the background. One of my old-maid aunts, a good soul in many ways.: had a firm conviction that there was something special about the Smileys. As a result, she got in touch with one of those firms that specialize in family trees. She proved, to her own satisfaction, and for a staggering fee, that we were descended from Sir William Pitt the Younger, among others. This is about as impressive as saying you are directly descended from Adam and Eve. I’d have been much more interested had she managed to prove that Henry Ford was my uncle by a previous marriage, or that Gina Lollobrigida was a kissing cousin. ★ ★ ★ My personal guess is that my kids are the descendants of a long line of Irish peasants, who lived on potatoes, never washed, went around in their bare feet, and never did anything more illustrious than steal a few. cattle, or slaughter the odd Englishman. However, I wish to go on record as stating that I’m mighty happy about the one and only living grandfather my kids have. There’s a man anybody would be proud to claim as an ancestor. Fictional grandfathers are gruff old characters, big men with a thatch of white hair and twinkling blue eyes. They’re as shrewd as all get out. In their youth they have been buffalo hunters, or sailors, or soldiers. They emit corny philosophy every time they open their mouths. I’m afraid my father-in-law doesn’t fit that frame. He’s not gruff, but gentle. He’s not big, but weighs about 118, soaking wet. He lias about as much hair as I’ll have at his age. He has brown eyes, and they don’t twinkle. He’s not at all shrewd, thank heaven. He’s never shot a buffalo or anything else, not even a man. And he has no homespun philosophy, praise be. There’s nothing flamboyant or colorful about my kids’ grandfather. He’s led a. peaceful life. He’s worked hard. He doesn’t cuss, drink or oyster. He’s mild of manner and speech. He could pass lor a Sunday School superintendent, which he has been Nothing exciting has ever Happened to Grandad. ★ ★ ★ Unless, of course, you consider it exciting to lose your arm in a threshing machine, as he did about thirty years ago. But there’s nothing interesting in the story of a man who raised a family, and ran a farm, with one arm. Heck, you can read much more thrilling stuff than that every day, in the papersâ€"all about fellows who have been out of work for simply weeks, and will, any day now. cease to draw unemployment insurance. No, nothing exciting like that ever happened to Grandad Oh, a little after he lost his arm, while the remains were still in bandages, he was thrown out of a cutter and broke the thumb on his good hand But he passed a pretty uneventful winter, running the farm with four fingers. ★★★ And a couple of years later, while he was up a ladder putting on storm windows, he fell and smashed the bones in his amputated arm, or what was left of it. He said it “was pretty sore for a while.” But it wasn’t very exciting. He had an iron hook fitted to his stump, and it was a useful thing, though uncomfortable. One day he was watering a rather jumpy horse. His hook was thrust through a link in a long chain attached to the horse’s lead-rope. Something startled the animal. My mother-in-law look ed out the kitchen window and saw the beast go by at full gallop, with her husband, completely helpless, being dragged at the end of the chain. This gave him a bad shoulder for years. Another day, he was raking hay, with a team, when he slipped off the seat and fell between horses and rake. None of the tines penetrated his body, but he was picked up by the rake and rolled along with the hay until he yelled “Whoa” and the horses, by some miracle, obeyed. He drove a rural mail route, with his one arm, in the days when the mailman started out in the sleigh in the morning, went through whatever tortures the winter day had for him, and got home after dark. On more than one occasion, the sleigh overturned, the horses ran, and he had to walk home to a wife frantic with worry because the team had galloped into the yard with the sleigh long before him, Today, at an age when most men are .tip-toeing cautiously toward retirement, my kids’ grandad is tough as pemmican, looks ten years younger than lie is. and does more work in a day than most men of half his years. I have yet to hear him complain about anything. He has a tremendous courage. He has an integrity that is whole. He is generous and gentle. Far these reasons I'm very glad that part of him is in my children. Even if he has led a quiet, uneventful life. (Toronto Telegram News Service) SCHREIBER SCRIBBLES SMELTS ARE RUNNING by Norah McGuire "A Smelting we will go.” That's the sweet refrain around town this week. The annual run of smelts is on at Gurney and Gravel so each evening carloads travel out to catch these wee fish by the tubfull. But what a job to clean them! I’m rather glad you can’t get them all year round as it’s a tedious job, although the children like to do it now. Mrs. George Legault and son David, of Fort William, spent the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. J.D. Bryson. Friday evening members of the Ladies Auxiliary to the Canadian Legion, Schreiber Branch, travelled to White River to attend the Annual Birthday Party of the White River Ladies Auxiliary. Those attending from here were: Mesdames: Thelma Olson, Nellie Grey, Marg Handel, Pauline Moon, Cecile Bedard, Ruth Hiller. Mesdames Bea McCuaig, May-belle Fulonger, Eileen Lidkea, attended the annual meeting of the T.B. Association of Northwestern Ontario, held in Fort William. James Cull left this week for Pembroke, to open a motel for the coming tourist season. On Monday evening a shower was held in the church hall by 'the Evening Group of St. John’s Anglican Church in honor of Mrs. Bruce Morgan, nee Alva Me Gregor. Mrs. Morgan, her mother Mrs. Phyllis Webb and Mrs. Alice Sparkes, hostess received the guests as they entered the festive room. The guest book was circulated by Miss Dorothy Sly and Mrs. R.J. Inshaw attended the gift table. Servitors at the individual tables were all relatives of the bride, Mrs. Con Duggan, Mrs. Don Winters, Mrs. Jack Whitton and Mrs. Wesley Miller. Aunts of the bride, Mrs. Jack Corbett and Mrs. Robert Winters presided at the tea table which was covered with a lace cloth and centred with a silver bowl of mums and matching candles in silver candle holders. Registration of all children beginning school for the first time next fall will take place in the Public School, Schreiber, Friday afternoon, May 5 between 3-4 p.m. in room 1- Children must be 6 years of age by Dec 31, 1961. The Catholic Girl’s Club, Schreiber, are holding a Tea in the Guild Hall, May 7th from 2.30 to 5.00 p.m. The Ruby Rebekah Lodge, Schreiber, held their regular meeting in the Town Hall, Apr. 26 with Mrs. Alethea Morris, N.G. and Mrs. N. Smith P.N.G. presiding. Mrs. Anna Laine read minutes and correspondence. Financial report given by Mrs. Helen Wallace. Mrs. Mary Legault P.N.G. gave the sick ind visiting report. Mrs. Mildred Smith gave a report on the District Meeting held recently. X-Word CROSS WORD ANSWER ACROSS 1. A magician 5. Mountain pool 9. According to (It.) 10. Exchange premium 11. Willow 12. African hogs 14. Exists 15. City train 16. Biblical king 17. Toward 18. Varnish ingredient 20. June bug 22. Shinto temple 23. Group of fish 25. Dry measure 26. Mouth organ 28. Trick 29. Persons of a class 31. Donkey 32. Eucharist case 33. French coin 34. Hebrew letter 35. Thus 36. Overhead 38. Music note 39. Gambler’s capital 41. Glossy fabric 43. Neat and tidy 44. Boy’s jacket 45. Weakens 46. Bristle DOWN 1. Bay State 2. Arab name 3. Joy 4. Jurisdiction of a peer 5. Small drum 6. Eager 7. Inlet 8. Tar Heel State 11. Kinds of paintings 13. Drench 19. Fellows 21. Branch of knowledge (humorous) 22. Denominations 24. Crude metal 25. Safety or straight 27. Links (L.) 28. Drops bait 30. Chinese river 32. Verses 35. Ricochet 37. Crown of head 40. Constellation 42. Little child MOVIE REVIEW “Oregon Trail” playing Saturday, Sunday midnight and Monday is a big story with a big cast. Fred MacMurray, Nina Shipman (who is really a pianist with the ambition to play at the Hollywood Bowl) and John Carradine. The story tells of the United States efforts to protect its citizens who have undertaken the long trek to Oregon and of the government’s negotiations with England over the area in determining which nation will control it. MacMurray plays a newspaperman sent to report to his paper on developments in the territory in the 1840’s. A teenage-type tragedy plays Thursday and Friday at the Plaza. “Eighteen and Anxious” stars William Campbell, Martha Scott and Mary Webster. “Next to No Time” playing Tuesday, and Wednesday is a riotous comdy starring- Betsy Brake and Kenneth More. THIS WEEK AT THE PLAZA The Oregon Trail THE TURNING POINT IN THE WINNING OF THE WEST... when a new Fran was opened with the battle cry- "54-40 OR FIGHT"! SUNDAY SAT. MIDNITE A MOTHER... BUT NOT YET A WOMAN MON THURS.- FRI. TOES. - WED. BINGO EVERY THURSDAY NIGHT