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os ERE + EID meee" - - om PAGE 14 SCHREIBER (cont'd) photo by M. Furlonger 1 to r: W.E.Collinson, Mrs. Inez McKevitt, John Scott, A.V. Pearson, Cal -Claypole 17th ANNUAL CPR CREDIT UNION MEETING - W..E. Collinson 'chaired the 17th annual meeting of Schreib- er CPR Employees Credit Union recently and welcomed guests. In the various reports present- ed by committees, a continuing growth was evidenced with an increase in shares and member- ship which now stands at 245. The 'board of directors recom- mended that a 5 per cent divi- dened be paid on shares and a +15 per cent interest rebate made 'to all borrowers in good stand- 'ing. It was accepted. L. R. Themblay presided for the election of officers. Elect- ed were W: G. Gerow for one. year term to board of directors. and returned were Mrs. Inez McKevitt, F. V. Harness and W. G. Wilson. W. G. Fiurlonger was re-elected to the credit com- _ mittee and continuing members ss sg are W. E. Collinson and H. Spi- kula. Leo Godin was elected to the Supervisory committee for ¢ three year term joining C, Sparkes and L. R. Tremblay. - Acting on the delinquent com- mittee are W. Wilson, C, Sparkes and H. Spikula. President Mrs. Inez McKevitt urged members to make the fullest use of the 'benefits of membership, C. Claypole, CUNA representa- tive and J. Scott, Lakehead Chapter, spoke on various 'aspects of credit union work. Draw prize winners were A. Slater, J. Scott, A. Power, C, Claypole, L. Hiller and G. Nicol. Following the meeting dane. ing was enjoyed. A cold plate lunch was served. CENTENNIAL PROJECT Since crocheting is a favorite pas- time of Mrs.Forbes Macadam of Schrei- ber, she chose this for her Cen- tennial project and in the photo at left displays one hundred pot holders in a var ' variety of design and colour which she recently fin-. ished. photo by... N. Furlonger. TERRACE BAY NEWS DECEMBER 7, 1967. AND SPICE _by STM L ey 7 Hurry home, I'm _ beginning to realize what a widow with children goes through. It's tough being both a momma and a poppa. I'll be glad when my wife fin- ishes her college course, gets home, and can fight it out with Kim on the old basis, no holds barred, recriminations aplenty, ferocious threats, and _ tears enough to wash the kitchen floor. , 'Last weekend I nearly gave my wife a heart attack. After spending most of the weekend screwing up my courage, I grit- ted my teeth, took a good, stiff pelt of Walker's Special Old nerve tonic, and announced gravely: "Dear, I've got something to tell you about Kim. Now don't get all upset. Everything will probably work out for the best." "She's not!", she shrieked. Oh, my God!" "I'm afraid she is,' I said, sombrely. "But you've got to face the facts. You can't keep a kid in the nest forever. These things happen in the best of families. There are some things in this day and age that we_may not approve of. But Well, with hindsight, I'll ad- mit I was pretty stupid. But after my wife had flown tnoree times around the living-room, without ever lighting, it emerged that we were talking about different things.) She thought Kim was preg- nant.' All I was trying to do was tell her. something even worse, that Kim had, after giv- ing me a real feminine, logic- less, charming con job, joined a "group." She's been invited to play the organ and sing in one of those shouting, belting, deafening groups that are driv- ing évery adult over 30 out of his little old square mind. This is just a sample of the troubles I have. My wife thinks that classical music is it, and 'groups are for the well-known birds. Kim thinks a young per- son is missing a vital, terribly important experience if she doesn't ever belong to a group. I think -- well, never mind. honey But my point is that in the good old days, Kim and her mother would have fought it out, with frequent appeals to me from each side, and both sides ignoring my _ rational compromise. Now, I have to take the decisions, lay down the law, designate "getting-in" hours, and try to force the kid to eat some breakfast. Not to mention cheering her up when she's down, cooling her down when she's all up- tight, telling her to pick up her clothes, and roaring at her to put the lid on the jam bottle and put it away, after break- fast. ' And she'll read this column and say, "You don't like me, do you Dad? I'm just a nui- sance to you. I wish Mum was here." And I'll say, "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Did it ever occur to you to do the dishes? I wish Mum was here too. She'd straighten you out, you little bum." _ And she'll. say, "Oh, you think I'm a little bum, eh? Well, thanks a lot. That cer- tainly makes a person feel wanted." And I'll say, "Bum, schlum. Get the carrots ready for the stew and then get at your homework." And she'll snap, 'That's all you think about. Carrots. You're getting more like a school-teacher all the time. Pompous and arrogant." And I'll shout, "You get up- stairs and get at your home- work and stop being so lippy or I'll give you a thick ear." Knowing I wouldn't dare, she flounces out, goes up and works off her repressions with the guitar and a couple of shouted freedom songs. And I work off mine by getting the carrots ready and inviting her down to dinner. . But we get along fine. She knows her place -- head of the household, and I know. mine -- foot of the household. I'll be glad when Mum gets home. At least she knows a head from a foot, which is something in these troubled times. °