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PAGE 20 TERRACE B AY NEWS MARCH 11 £19711 RECREATION CENTRE - Cont'd from page 19 ... each Sunday at 1:30 p.m. The following rules were drawn up: (1) A 25¢ fee per adult and 10¢ fee per child will be charged for library membership. (2) The borrower is responsible for books borrowed. (3) Two books per adult and three per child or stu- dent are allowed out at any one time. (4) Books may be borrowed for a period of two weeks (5) The library card must be presented and re-dated if an extension on the two week period is required. (6) An overdue fee of 10¢ per week will be charged on late returns. POUR YOUR OWN WITH SMILEY'S MIX Well, we ventured into Sodom or Gomorrah recent- ly, and escaped with nothing worse than a case of pop. Or thirteen cases, to be exact. We just had to visit out daughter at university be- cause she's lonely. This is the Old Battleaxe's story, and Kim aids and abets with sly innuendoes in her letters. How anybody can be lone- ly when she's living in a house with thirteen other girls is be- yond the simple comprehen- sion of a male parent. Maybe she is lonely, but her real reason for wanting us to go down and see her is that she knows she's going to get a : OPEN HOUSE The public is cordially invited to attend an Open House on Thursday, March 11th, at The Schreiber Public School. Classes will be in regular session and you may attend the rooms any time during the school day. We encourage the public to visit as many class= rooms as they desire and to see the various teaching methods from Kindergarten to Grade 8. Pupil receptionists will be on hand to guide and answer any questions that may arise. night in a hotel room, have a smashing good dinner, and see a show, none of which is included in her budget. The day-before we were to go, my muffler blew. This, coupled with dire weather warnings and my phobia about the city, made me sug- gest cancelling the trip. Noth- ing doing. Turned out to be the worst weekend for driving this winter, and that's a big statement. However, we made it. Had a room reserved, but had forgotten about the big political convention. The hotel lobby was THE HOME TEAM =a [7 oR Fgh "Your team doesn't have a basketball, either?" chaos. Wild-eyed room clerks. Red-eyed conventioneers ar- guing over the bills they had .run up, which they had sign- ed with a flourish for food and ' drink before the rusty dawn of the last day. Not a bell-hop to be had. - Finally got a key. The peo- ple had checked out, said the flunkey, but the room wasn't made up yet. All we wanted to do was relax after a 150-mile bad drive, so we found our own way up. Not only was the room not made up, it was still occupied. But the residents, a charming cou- ple from Ottawa, let us in while they finished packing. Both the rcom and the couple looked like the tail- end of a convention. It was actually two adjoining rooms and they looked like a scene from Ten Nights in a Bar- room. Not the people, the rooms. This had been a "hospital- ity room", it turned out. That is a polite way of saying a place where the drinks, usually supplied as a public relations deal by the distillers, are free for every moocher who arrives, as well as the hard-working politicians. There was still plenty of booze, and about eighteen cartons of mix. There was , one made-up bed in the two "rooms. The rest of thg space was a conglomerate of glasses, bars, desks, placards and post- ers. Sam, the husband, was a fairly big wheel organizer. He was tottering with fatigue and sounded as though he had a swallowed two pounds of sand, after four days and nights of working for the cause. But within twenty minu- = tes, we were fast friends. At four p.m., they informed us that they had to meet their son and his wife at the station at four p.m. They got away about 4.15, leaving us with the chores of telling their son | where they might meet him, and protecting the booze that was left. Everything worked fine. Son phoned, got the message. Booze men, couple of hotel dicks, picked up the hooch, giving us the cold, suspicious stare! I hadn't taken a single jug, so help me. My wife wouldn't let me. the mix. Cartons and cartons and bottles and bottles of it. We sat around desolately in the wreckage for three hours, waiting for the maids to come. Finally, the Old Lady got sore, phoned the desk and demanded action. We were given another room. But leave all that mix? Not an old prisoner of war. We carted thirteen cases with us, after giving several to a rau- = cous party from Timmins, across the hall, who had been ogling and whistling at wife and daughter, to former's de- © light and latter's amusement. Settled in new room. Knock on door. Family of four entered. They had been © given same room. Dad ex- © hausted, mother distraught, teen-age daughter excited and = sitting = twelve-year-old son sullenly in corner, muttering, "Never trust an alcoholic." Gave them a drink. Buddies " in no time. But they still had no room. Saw show. Wife shocked at nude scene. Checked out next day with thirteen cases of mix, about $35 worth. "Real hicks," said the bell-boys' ar- rogant glares. Carried it off with aplomb. Dropped Kim and eight cartons of ginger ale and cola at her residence. Arrived home with five of soda and tonic water. Drep around, and bring your own booze. looking like a But they wouldn't take ° i! Any time. We're set for mix. 5 <