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i JANUARY 28, 1971 TERRACE AY NEWS PAGE 19 SCHREIBER TOWN TOPICS A round of family parties is honoring George Hardy of Seattle who is visiting his sister, Mrs. D. Gerow, his nephew Bill Gerow and his niece Mrs. Jim Gray, nee Etta Gerow, and their families. David Drake is home from Lynn Lake visiting his parents Mr. and Mrs. Arthur LeBlanc. Winning rinks in the recent local bonspiel were: First Event - Pete Doig, John Patterson, Joyce Gor- don and Steve Hughes; Second place = Elmer Niemi, Val O'Keefe, John Wiznuk and June Dukes; Second Event - First = Harold Gellert, Edna Cocks, Bob Turner and Eric Handel; Second - Mike Cosgrove, Gerry Fischer, Florence Fischer and Cecile Bedard; Third Event = First = Al Slater, Helen Dooley, Eva Gordon and Paul Salmi; Second = Pat Conley, D. Carmisin, Ruth Collinson and Trudy Wiznuk. Alex Krystia was chairman of the event. THE BILL SMILEY COLUMN TENDER, LOVING CARE FOR SNOWMOBILERS By Bill Smiley Even a winter sour-puss like me cannot but be affected when we hit one of those rare and perfect winter days. Today is one of them. Snapping twelve degrees. Sun grinning down like gn old, yellow lecher as fresh snow lifts virginal, blue-white, pleading hands. Sky as cold and blue as Mr. Benson's heart. Ugly, fallen-down fence in back yard has vanished until spring. Picnic table is a loaf of white bread rising. Big spruce by the garage holds with dig- nity, in sagging, blue-green arms, the big.lumps of heavy. white cotton. In the country, evergreens are startling black clumps of contrast. Ancient rail fences with jaunty, snow-capped posts run their erratic charm through the bluish drifts. So do the snow-shoers. Skiers whizz down like gulls swooping for scraps. And the damned snowmo- biles grunt and bellow about like bulls in a chaste china shop. There. I knew something would spoil it. Don't worry. I won't go into a diatribe about the stinking things. I consider them beneath my dignity. I wouldn't ban them if I had the power. They're a wonderful ma- chine for farmers, trappers and others who need to get places they couldn't before. Some. of the kids at our school, who live on islands, 'way out in the bay, cross the ice on the things, catch the school bus, drive forty minu- tes to school, then make the return journey in the after- noon. You can't knock that. And they're fine for recre- ation, too, if they're used with some sense. But there's the rub. As a cabinet minister remarked recently, on the subject, "You can't legislate against stupidity." And some of the most stupid people I know own snowmobiles. (Not you, gentle reader, not you.) You don't go flying solo after an hour's instruction. And you have to pass a fairly stiff test nowadays to get a car driver's license. But - it seems that any nyurp of a kid (or adult) who can get one .of the THINGS started, and not necessarily stopped, is free to go out and commit mayhem or suicide. When I see some kid belt- ing along at full throttle, on an icy road, or trying to pass a car on the right, I shudder. And when I see mature, mid- dle-aged people attempting climbs and jumps and cross- ing thin ice that even an intel- ligent ape would shy at, I shake my head sadly. It seems that every third person you meet has a twisted ankle or a sprained shoulder or a bent bum. Then there are the gangs. The only difference between a motorcycle gang and a snowmobile gang is the speed and the time of year. Both are likely to be half-stoned, and both are prone to vandal- ism and indifferent to the feelings of others. There's only one thing more boring and annoying than the abuses of the things. And that is the constant con- versation about them, at prac- tically any gathering of people, anywhere, in midwin- ter. Boring? It's enough to make the mind boggle. One used to go to a party and have a party. One used to curl and sit around afterwards dis- cussing the game. One used. to sit in the teachers' staff room with a group of fairly intelli- gent people and talk abopt cabbages and kings and seal- ing wax and things. Now, all you hear is a melange of carburetors and tracks and horse-powers and - feats of derring-da, "most of the latter gaining in each in- terminable repetition. I know they wonder why I don't eat lunch in the staff- room -any more. But I'd rather sit in the cafeteria with 400 noisy students than sit in the staff-room with twelve or fourteen snowmobilers bel- lowing at each other, each trying to top the other's story. I told you I wasn't going to write a diatribe. And 1 won't. The car started this morning. Classes went well. My wife's in a decent mood. And my daughter got 88 and 90 on two essays. And it was a beautiful day, before that silver lining turned into a black cloud. 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