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editor's choice Editorial by HARRY HUSKINS National Egg Marketing Week and National, Harbours Improvement Week don't play a big part in most of our lives. As a matter of fact most of us ignore 'National Weeks" completely. That's not what their creators intended, but it does show remarkably good common sense on the part of the public. : There is one national week however that deserves a little more consideration from us all. It's National Volunteer Week. You know volunteers. They are all those people who cheerfully go about doing work in the hospital, in Birchwood Terrace, in the schools and at the Recreation Centre. The people who tackle hard, often frustra- ting, and sometimes unpleasant even offensive jobs with a smile on their faces and a kind word for everyone. The same people who would not consider applying for the job if it paid money and they saw it advertised in the local paper. In a society that seems to have to put a dollar value on everything in order to judge its worth, it seems hard to find a place for the volunteer and volunteer's work. So we often tend to ignore it, or at least undervalue it. But where would we be without these people. If we had to pay for professional coaches for every one of our hockey teams, we wouldn't have them. What value do we put on a volunteer's time and effort? Who could ever count what it is worth to a six year old to be taught how to skate, or to a resident at Birchwood to have someone drop in for a chat, to play bridge, or just read to them for a while. Volunteer work is also a partnership. The giver as well as the receiver profits from it. Some people who have never done volunteer work find it impossible to understand, but people often enjoy doing something for nothing. Edward Arlington Robinson once wrote: "There are two kinds of gratitude - the sudden kind we feel for what we take, the larger kind we feel for what we give."' Maybe this is why volunteers so cheer- fully do jobs they wouldn't even consider taking if they were paid for them. In a time when there are ever fewer financial resources to devote to social and community services the need for volun- teers is bound to increase. There is no guarantee that the-supply of volunteers is going to increase with that demand. Perhaps we can all be a little more considerate of their effort. They deserve our praise. Their services are going to be needed more than ever. May their num- bers continue to grow. Arthur Black Video legends depart February 23, 1983 Schreiber 'Serving Terrace Bay, Schreiber and Rossport Father Dickens Published every Wednesday by L tian Publishi Terrace Bay ae very nesday by Laurentian Publishing Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario TELEPHONE: 825-3747 Deadline: Friday, 5:00. p.m. Subscription rates: $10.00 per annum (local) Win. Campbell $14.00 per annum (out-of-town) Clem Downey Second Class Mail Registration No. 0867 Mary Hubelit Editor: Harry Huskins Features Editor: Judie Cooper Business Manager: Diane Matson Production Manager: Mary Melo __ Receptionist Carol Koshowski member of Contributing Editors Guay Anne Todesco BY MARK TURRIS I Just WENT To MASS AT A NEIGHBORING CHURCH, IT WAS Quite AN IMPRESSIVE SERVICE. AEy 9bl (2) 1WAWAGIZ ONE OF THE THINGS THEY USED WAS INCENSE. I TRIED INCENSE ONCE, But iT GOT Too SMOKEY. BCB/ IN FACT, BY THE TIME THE SMOKE HAD CLEAREDsce oe Lf al's eo 90 HAD THE CHURCH, ee a, Shirley Whittington A few clothing remarks Clothes maketh man, but they maketh woman crazy. From the day Adam donned the fig leaf. men have seen to it that the business of dressing every day is painless, streamlined and simple. Women have always known this about men, and have admired them for it. Ever since Chopin's girlfriend started borrowing his pants and cigars, we females have been nipping things from the buys' side of the closet--shirts, sweaters, wooly socks and trousers. If you're smart enough to choose a mate the same size as you are, you can double your wardrobe at a single stroke. Love (with a person whose size approximates yours) means never having to say, "I haven't a thing to wear." For several years now, chic chicks have shown up at posh parties wearing tuxedoes-- duds which were formerly exclusively male. | know stylish women who buy their shirts, sweaters and even some footwear in the boys' department. Everything there is better made and less pricey that similar stuff in a fancy boutique. : Further proof of how sensible men are about clothes lies in the plethora of pockets with which the' dressed male is equipped. Fully suited, the Squire has about eight pockets in which to stash stuff. A man never has to dump his purse on the table to find his glasses or his check book. A man in a three- piece suit is a human filing cabinet. There is really only one area where men's good clothing sense falters and that is the necktie. Although women will tie one on from lime to time. they draw the line at waring a diagonally striped tourniquet day after day. Right now I am totally preoccupied with clothes. I'm preparing for an Armed Forces study trip which includes Germany (cold, rainy. inland) and Cyprus, (hot, sunny. seaside). Because my host is The Military, | must look neat and tidy at all times. My well- pressed, immaculate versatile all-weather and all-purpose wardrobe mustn't exceed the fifty-pound baggage limit. And--I must carry my own bag, as wel? as camera case, tape "recorder and that everlasting shoulder bag. This has thrown me into a frenzy of men- ding. patching, altering, cleaning, trying on rejecting and discarding. All day long I walk around the house talking to myself. Do the brown shoes really go with the white pant suit? Should I take a beachrobe or a bathrobe or both? Do I need a hat? What if it rains? How much does an umbrella weigh? Should I get a poncho? With a hood? What colour? (This, so far, is just basic clothes anxiety. I'm allowing myself a full day for the nervous breakdown relating to mascara, jewellery, scarves, gloves, moist towelettes and por- table clothelines. ) Last night I decided to consult the Squire, who because of his sex, is an expert on clothes. "If | wear my brown coat,"' I said, "it will be too hot for Cyprus but it will go with my good dress unless | wear the blue suit but then I have to take heels and a full slip and that white blouse that wrinkles so easily. Or maybe a blazer would be better but it won't match my white pants--honey. are you listening?" ; 'Whatever you decide will be just won- derful, dear,"' said the clothing expert. "But you haven't answered me!" I said, on the edge of hysteria. "What would you take if you were going?" "I'd just wear my suit and throw in some socks and underwear and a couple shirts and sweaters--you know." I sure do. And guess who would pick up the suit from the cleaners, press the shirts. fold the sweaters and match the socks? Yessir. Men have clothing all figured out. They avoid tight skirts, perishable pantyhose, crazy shoes, slippery stoles and _ those tiresome little evening bags with no handles that hold nothing bigger than an aspirin. : I read the other day that men are even flirting with the notion of abandoning the zipper, that unreliable and dangerously toothed closure. The latest fad is the rugby pant, a baggy trouser which has an elasticised waistband and no opening in the front. These are very comfy and you aren't likely to get your shirt tail caught in anything. Women have been wearing them for years. In that regard at least, there are no flies on us. Well, 1983 is still pretty much a babe in swaddling clothes, as years go, but already there've been a couple of major casualties. MASH has been mothballed; Disney is canned. On February 28th, the last original episode of MASH will flicker into your living room. It's a million-dollar extravaganza and, not counting reruns, it's the last time you'll see the doctors and nurses of the 4077th on the tube. The end of the month will also mark the end of a show that's been running, under one name or another, for the past 29 years. It made its debut 'way back in 1954. It was called Disneyland then. Later it switched its name to the somewhat cumbersome, Dis- | ney's Wonderful World of Colour. "In 1980 it became simply, The Disney Show. MASH's television run wasn't that impressive - just eleven years. But I find it more than slightly loony that a TV program about a war could go on nearly four-times longer than the war itself. The Korean War started on June 25th, 1950. It was all over by the 27th of July, 1953. MASH went on the air in 1972 and it's been one of the ten most popular programs for nine of the: eleven years since. The executive producer of MASH, Burt Metcalfe, has an explanation for that. '"Once we got launched, the Vietnam War came into play, in that we were able to strike a chord" he says. "Not that the Korean War 25- years earlier was Vietnam. We. made a clear distinction, but the audience didn't. They saw. the irreverence, the anti-war _atti- tude, the. humanity and the compassion."' Well, I suppose. To tell you the truth I think I'm going to miss Mickey and Minnie more than Hawkeye and Hot Lips. Not that I watch Disney World or Wonder- ful World of Disney or whatever it calls itself these days. I don't. But I used to. Didn't we all? Heck, I was an 11-year-old in knee-pants when it first went on the air. Why, back in 1954, Wayne Gretzky's parents hadn't even dated yet. = > And how it's on its way out. The show was cancelled once before - back in 1980, when NBC dropped it. The CBS network immediately picked it up. But this is the last go-round for Mickey and the boys. Over the past three decades they've done time on all three major networks. There'll be no reprieve this time. MASH is a different story. It won't disappear from our TV screens entirely.: It still draws audiences and, in the Wonderful World of Boob Tubery, that 'means it's slated to enter that. shadowy video underworld known ' as re-runs. Chances are that your kids and mine will be watching MASH re- runs when you and I are relegated to the role of rocking chair jockeys. No such luck with Disney and his fantasy characters. It's too expensive these days to do quality cartooning on a weekly basis, so Disney is axed. We're left with the Cro-Mag- non effects of the Hanna-Barbera factory. They not only produce a show called The Flintstones, they draw cartoons as if they were' Fred Flintstone. And Disney? Well, I guess it was never Great Art. It could be saccharine and soppy and silly - it i had in fact all the warts and blemishes of television itself. But it was part of our culture, for better or worse. And I'm going to miss it. So long, Mickey Minnie. Take care, Huey, Dewey and Louie. Adios, Donald and Daisy and Goofy. Don't take any wood- en nickles, Scrooge. Good pup, Pluto.