June 15, 1967 SCHREIBER NEWS Miss Edna McColeman has been visiting her mother Mrs. Peter McColeman and brother Archie. Miss McColeman lectures in nursing at the University in Sault Ste. Marie., Michigan. -- Heather Graham and Doris McParland returned this week after spending their vacation in Toronto, Nia- gara Falls and other points in the east . Mr. & Mrs. Edson Morrill and family are the guests of Mr. & Mrs. Gordon McParland. The Town Police have inaugurated a bicycle safety contest, Rider of the Week, open to pupils of the Public and Separate schools. There will be no formal tests but daily attention will be given to the students observance of safety rules. Although there are weekly prizes they will not necessarily be awarded unless earned. Winners in May were Pam. Glad age 8, Grade 2 Holy Angels' School; Miss Sandy Dennison her teacher and Gaetang Chicoine age 9, Grade 4 Holy Angels' School, Mr. Lannigan her teacher. WEEKLY REPORF FROM THE SCHREIBER DETACHMENT OF THE ONTARIO PROVINCIAL POLICE Total Duty Hours - 200. Highways and Other Roads patrolled - 3,046 miles . Investigations - one investigation conducted in regard to attempted theft of gasoline, two investigations made on behalf of other Police Departments, four othe: investigations were conducted. Traffic - two property damages occurred resulting in damage of $525. - no injury resulted. 37 vehicles were safety checked and 10 motorists warned for various traffic act infractions and vehicle defects. 5 were charged under Highway Traffic Act Provisions . Four transients were given meal tickets from the Schreiber Welfare & Transient Fund. Motorists are reminded that the throwing or deposit- ing of any glass, garbage or other litter upon the high- ways not only creates unsightliness, but also constit- utes an offence under O.H.T.A. A fine of up to $50. may be imposed for anyone convicted of a first offence of littering the highway. TERRACE BAY NEWS Sam Ti TUL) Cops and robbers Some of you, gentle readers, undoubtedly live next door to bookies; others live cheek by jowl with bootleggers. But how many of you can boast of liv- ing right door to a couple of bank robbers? We can. During "the six years we have lived in this house, one of the many banes of my wife's exist- ence has been the house next door. It's a crummy old, brick house, shabby and dilapidated. The tenants, who change about every six months, are in much the same condition as the house. That is not said unkindly. They are poor. They are tough. It's all they can afford. Invariably, they have great gaggles of children. Invariably, there is a good deal of scream- ing, and some cursing, at these tads. Invariably, there is wine drinking and fighting. But they struggle on, the men in and out of work, the women hanging endless miles of diapers on a clothes line that squeals like a banshee at every yank. They don't bother' me. They're not malicious. One of the women used to come over and use our phone, when she wanted a cab to go and get some beer. One little boy, age three, told me to "go to hell" when I told him to stop using our lawn chair as a trampoline. But nothing serious. The only thing that bugs me is that the rotten old board fence between the properties keeps falling down. And it al- ways falls on my side. They don't care. It's not their fence, but the landlord's. He doesn't care. So I prop it up. This week, however, things livened up. Last Thursday, a bank in a nearby village was held up by two armed me. They got away with about $6,500. Roadblocks were thrown up, as they say. My assistant de- partment head, on her way to the dentist, was stopped three times by scowling policemen brandishing shot-guns. She weighs 82 pounds and couldn't even lift $6,500 in $100 bills. I heard all about it Friday morning, at school. In the meantime, back at the ranch, all hell was breaking loose. First, my wife got a call from the rector's wife. "How are you? I mean, are ou all right?" 'madly, as people demanded to Fine. How is everybody at your place?" "Fine, but right?" After more of this, it turned out that rector's wife, and practically everybody else in town, had heard a rumor, prob- ably springing from an erro- neous radio report, that the money from the bank robbery had been found in the attic of the old Cranston home, on Hu- gel Ave. It just happens that we live in the old Cranston home. It was once owned by Bill Cran- ston, a weekly editor who went straight. - My wife did a very sensible thing. She went straight across the street for a cup of coffee with a neighbor. From there, in comparative safety, they watched the show. Almost immediately, car- loads of the curious began driving by our house, slowing down, looking hard. By this time, three provin- cial cruisers and the local pad- dy-wagon were parked in front of our house and the house next door. Cops swarmed about the place next door, with drawn guns. The kids enjoyed it thoroughly, chattering at the police. Our neighbor's phone rang are you all know whether the Smileys were really in on it. My wife said she wouldn't look in the attic, unless the neighbor went with her. She refused on the grounds that she was afraid of the squirrels up there. The police cars were there most of the day. Some kids came back to school from lunch and told their teacher that Mr. Smiley's house was surrounded by police cars, "Something to do with the bank robbery." Rumors are still flying. "They" say that the money was found next door. "They" say that two men, not the tenants, were arrested there. "They" say that the guns were found. jj Well, I hope "they" are all wrong and that the original rumor was right. One of these days, I'm going to get up enough nerve to go up and check the attic. And if the $6,500 is still there, I'll send you a postcard from Cr<"'e.