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Page 14 ROSSPORT NEWS ( continued) George E. Paradise of Sioux City , lowa has arriv-- TERRACE BAY NEWS SPORTS BEAT ed for his annual visit with Mr. & Mrs. J. Spillett. Evolds Luisis and family of Detroit, Mr. & Mrs. L. Ellis of Columbus, Ohio and the J.J. Taylor family of Detroit Michigan are holidaying here. The Centennial Committee met Monday evening to make final arrangements for their tea and antique display in the Community Hall Sunday afternoon July 16. Decorations were discussed and convenors for the various projects appointed. Canadiana articles such as quilts, driftwood, crochet, knitted articles etc. are to be displayed also. Members will wear Centennial costumes and visitors are. asked to wear theirs if so desired. A hundred notice and invitations to former residents have been mailed. Arrangements were made for pastry to be made. The Community hall directors committee had charge of the Dominion Day sports program. All prizes were in cash and each child received treats of ice cream and pop. The program was from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. Official starter was Felix Legault. Peter King, Tom Yandon and Romeo Bouchard. Treats were distributed by Mrs. E. Judges were Eugene Gero Gerow. Cashiers were Mrs. Yandon and records were kept by Mrs. Ibey and Mrs. Testori. Races of all kinds, a shoe scramble and leap frog were enjoyed! all the youngsters. ROSSPORT FISH DERBY GETS UNDER-WAY The 30th Annual Rossport Fish Derby got off to a good start over the holiday weekend. Again this year the Derby will run for two months - July & August with weekly prizes given for Lake Trout caught in Lake Superior * The prize for the current week is a fly-in Fishing Trip donated by Weiben's Flying Service and the big draw prize this year is $1,000. Hauling a' boat and trailer on busy highways increases the hazards of 'driving. The added length and weight requires earlier decisions and more time to implement them. It takes longer to stop and more room to manoeuvre, so keep your speed down and leave more space between you and other tratfic. Stop at regular intervals to check running gear. By Glen May The loneliest person in the world each weekend from Spring to Autumn is the wife of a golfer, or as we have come to know them today in this age of motorized caddies, golf wi- dows. From Friday night until the late news is aired on television Sunday night the little ladies are left to fend for themselves. About their only solution to the problem is to take up the game and join hubby touring the links. At the start this usually works out peachy keen, but when the initial "thrill" wears off on both sides it's separate ways again. Naturally the little lady doesn't have to return to the vacuum cleaner and kitch- en sink. Ah no, she can contin- ue to join the other gals for a match or two, or perhaps, take a job in the clubhouse serving cocktails. However, there's just no way for a husband and wife to en- joy the luxury of being togeth- er for golfing weekends as a steady diet. For some inexpli- cable reason the comradeship becomes about as compatible as a bikini on a pregnant wo- man. About the only hope for a golfing widow is rain, snow, hail or a sand storm. Then, and only then, do they see their husbands. And they can join their mate for a quiet after- noon sitting unnoticed as hub- by watches a golf match on TV. Conversation is limited as she is only spoken to when food and drink is required. If she wants to chatter she is politely told to shaddup! She is transformed into a little child which should be seen and not heard. When golf ends on TV the little lady gives a sign of relief and is overjoyed at the pros- pect of again joining the hu- man race. Ha! After earnestly combining all of her culinary powers she prepares a meal fit for_a sultan. but her Arabian The golf widows July 6, 1967 Shiek is nowhere to be found. 'Panic. ' After reconotoiring the en- tire area she decides to make one last patrol of the back yard. Success. Well, not really. As the medium-well steaks simmer to a black color she begins to implore hubby to put down his three iron and come inside to eat as supper will be ruined and he looks like an idiot wearing hip rubbers and a raincoat standing under the family elm. 'This verbal barrage by the Mrs. uncovers a flaw in the normal rythmic swing and a disasterious hook sends the ball rocketing off the tee in the wrong direction. It wasn't scheduled to'be hit. The plan called for a few practice swings with the three iron at- tempting to duplicate Arnie Palmer's method. A loud tinkle of broken glass. A look of anguish. The next door neighbor is. climing over the fence. Good friends are about to become bitter enemies. Money. exchanges hands. And who gets the blame? Yep, you guess it -- the little lady. If she hadn't opened her big yap at the wrong time it never would have happened, ete, , Sunday and the sun shines. Wife awakes to find her mate missing. A search party isn't necessary as a glance at her watch reveals her man should be around the fourth green. In the cool of the evening her weary warrior straggles through the front door bellow- ing for something to eat. A wry smile creases her face as she heads to the refrigera- tor and places a plate full of food on the table. He looks at the meal -- jolted -- suddenly aware of an important fact. In the true manner of a loyal sufferget this golf widow has revolted in the only way she knows. Saturday night's dinner. late Sunday night. To succeed is to fight.