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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, August 24, 1983 Where did the summer go I'm sitting here at my desk, reflecting on my past summer. Now, I realize that summer isn't as of yet, officially over, but let's face it ... it's not that long off before the nights begin to turn a little colder ... the kids are heading back to the old grind of reading, writing and arithmetic ... the leaves begin 'to turn that sickening shade of pale yellow and then burst out into the fall shades of rust ... and the never ending job of preparing not only our homes but also ourselves for the long fall and winter months ahead. Where did the summer go? ; It wasn't that long ago that I bent over the handle of a rake, attempting to clean up the garbage that Mother Nature generously left us on our lawns and gardens. ; It wasn't that long ago that flowers and bedding plants were purchased in hopes of obtaining that pie-in-the-sky dream of having the best looking flower garden on the North Shore. aoas : And it wasn't that long ago that I sat in a 95 deg. F auditorium watching the efforts and antics of the school pupils while they tried to present the best school concert ever. : When I try to think of something constructive that I have accomplished over June, July and August, I have great difficulty in doing so. I don't even look back on my summer holidays with a smile on my face. I never took any. Well ... actually I took a week. I moved from Dorion to Terrace Bay ... during the first week of the terrible heat wave. During the second week, I unpacked all of my household belongings ... sweating and sweltering in that blasted heat. The third week of the heat wave, I finally decided that I wouldn't do a blessed thing ... not even walk, bike or participate in anything physical that might cause excessive perspiring or discomfort. That folks means that I didn't do anything ... sweet-tweet ... zip! : I hid in the cool comfort of my office or in the comfortable climate of my basement. God! How I abhor the heat. Well ... maybe not so much the heat as the humidity. 1 moved up from the southern parts of Ontario in attempts to avoid the problem of hot, humid summers. And up until now ... it was working. But maybe it is true what they say on the streets and at the weather stations ... it won't happen again for quite a while. | HOPE! I am actually a spring, fall and winter type of person. I like doing yard work. I like to plant those precious little bulbs and seedlings even if I do know they'll succumb to a horrible death, either through neglect or heat. I like raking fall leaves and the unfamiliar smell of wood smoke in the air. I like partridge hunting, trapping and best of all ... fall fairs. I don't Jove winter. I tolerate it. Better than summer! I skate, sled and make a fool of myself by building snowmen in my front yard. I don't even mind chucking the wood into the old wood stove. I know it will end come May. : One thing about the cold months ... you can always get warm via wood stoves, long underwear and my case, a nice warm waterbed. During a hot spell in the summer ... there is little comfort unless you happen to be fortunate in owning an air-conditioner. I don't! So ... I look forward to autumn, crazy as I am. I look forward to school commencing. I look forward to the numerous fall fairs. I look forward to walking without working up a sweat. And I even look forward to Christmas. I just haven't figured out why! Arthur Black The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario. POT 2W0. Telephone: (807).825-3747. EDITOR AND MANAGER............................... Karen E. Park ADVERTISING MANAGER..........................:... Diane Matson RECEPHONISE 3... a eee Sharon Mark PRODUCTION MANAGER..........................000000e Mary Melo DEADLINE: Friday NOON Subscription rates: $10.00 per annum (local); $14.00 per annum (out-of-town). Second Class Mail Registration No. 0867. J Hole in the Fence ae, He ae "I'm not runty.~says Brussels Sprout. "I'm as big and strong as Mr. Cabbage now. No.5 Brussels Sprout =e and the Magic Potion Colour the imaginary Brussels Sprout light green. Colour the real Brussels Sprout dark green. In today's story, little Brussels Sprout finds out that the Magic Potion does not solve his problems. The next day. Brussels Sprout is telling everyone how much he likes Mr. Cabbage *Mr. Cabbage is so big and strong." he saus "Tm going to be like him one dav." Radish and Onion laugh "Did vou hear that?" says Pea. "Brussels Sprout thinks he can be like Mr. ¢ abbage." "Oh. shut up. Pip-Squeak." savs Brussels Sprout Brussels Sprout is very upset. Then he re- members the Magic Potion "Mushroom said it can make you be anu- thing vou want to be. Maybe the Magic Pot- ion will make me big and strong and clever like Mr. Cabbage." he thinks to hinaself, "Lcan be like Mr Cabbage if L want. You wait and see." savy Brussels Sprout "You're dumb like Potato." savs Radish "Dummy. dummy, dummy." they all shout together Brussels Sprout runs to the hole in the fence to find Mushroom. After what seems like a very long time. Mushroom appears. "Mushroom." Brussels Sprout exclaims. "You can help me! "How?" savs Mushroom quietly. "Thee think Lcan't be like Mr € abbage." savs Brussels Sprout, "and Eknow Lean be Give me some of vour Magic Potion and Tl show them" Mushroom smiles and reaches into his bag. "Sure." he sas. "But first vou must pac me Give me vour cap." "You didn't tellus we have to pac." savs Brussels Sprout "You alwats have te pac similes Mushroom Brussels Sprout hesitates. He likes his cap vere much and he doesn't want to part with it But he wants to show evervone that he really can be hke Mr Cabbage Reluctantly he hands aver his cap Mushroom: places the cap on his head "Here cou ares he sacs. handing Brussels Sprout the Magic Potion AMID it Work?" asks Brussels Sprout Mushroom just smiles. and disappears Brussels Sprout isn't sure whether to take the Magu Potion "What will Mr Cabbage savithe finds out?" he thinks. "Onthe other Hand. Pve already qnen Mushroom my cap." Brussels Sproutmakes the decision. Quickly he takes the Magi Ponion Vo title Later. Brussels Sprout meets the others "Hey. look who's coming." shouts Carrot "Oh. it's just runty Brussels Sprout." he exclaims "Pin not runty," says Brussels Sprout "I'm as bia.and strong as Mr. Cabbage now." "You're still as weak as you ever were. Brussels Sprout." says Carrot. "L think you should have your glasses fixed." says Brussels Sprout in the kind way Mr. Cabbage would say it. . "If he's as big and strong as Mr. Cabbage, then I'm as mean as Bully Cucumber," says Tomato, waving her fists wildly. Everyone laughs and ignores Brussels Sprout. Brussels Sprout doesn't-mind. He just walks off, Later, he comes across Cucumber, who is bullying Potato as usual. "Stop that." orders Brussels Sprout in a stern voice. "I won't allow you to bully Potato like that." Cucumber can't believe his ears! "What did you say?" asks Cucumber, "Lsaid. don't bully Potato. Pick on some- one your own size," says Brussels Sprout calmly. Cucumber roars with laughter. Potato hides in the ground. He knows there is going to be trouble. ; "Run." Potato cries. "Run, Brussels Sprout." Cucumber kicks Brussels Sprout and sends him flying in the air. Brussels Sprout hits the ground with a bang. When he opens his eves, he sees Potato standing over him. "Are you all right?" asks Potato anxiously. "Yes. | think so." says Brussels Sprout. "Why.did you stand up to Cucumber like that?" asks Potato. "Because | took the Magic Potion." says Brussels Sprout. "It made me think I was big and strong like Mr. Cabbage, but I wasn't. Mushroom took my cap. Mushroom cheated me." Potato laughs. "Why would you want to be like Mr. Cabbage anyway? I like you just the wavy you are." "And [ like you too," answers Brussels Sprout. The Hole in the Fence. a 132-page cél- our illustrated storybook published by Health and Welfare Canada, was developed in Cooperation with provincial alcohol drug commissions foundations. It is available for $4.50 through local bookstores or by send- ing a cheque money order payable to the Receiver General of Canada to: Canadian Government Publishing Centre. Hull, Quebec, KIA 0S9 A family guide to this preventive drug edu- cation and living skills program contains Story resumes. colouring pictures, home: crafts and discussion ideas. It is available free, on request. from The Hole in the Fence. Box 8888. Ottawa. Ontario. KIG 332 Egalement disponible en francais sous le litre "Mes amis, mon jardin" Quiet society sounds good Three cheers for John Beltz! pee sgl , PO 10 €E SAN ANY Abh ... make that three ...res- trained ... cheers. Mister Beltz is the spokesman for a group called 'The Right to Quiet Society. It's a ;40-member group based in Van- 'couver that wants to do some- thing about the unnecessary noise pollution we all have to live with. The Right To Quiet Society isn't tackling horn-honking fac- tory whistles or sonic booms. Not _yet, anyway. No, right now the Society is after ... stores. John Beltz is writing letters to all the major department stores and supermarket chains in British Columbia, asking them to please turn off their piped-in music. I'm with him. It was bad enough when insti- tutional music was Muzak -- goopy, treacly renditions of " pop- ular" songs. and movie themes that were sugary enough to give you a toothache. But have you noticed it's changed? The schmaltz has been replaced by Brain Damage music. Walk through a mall or a supermarket now and you're assaulted. by bar- rages of thumping rock and roll. Not good rock and roll - just urgent rock and roll. What I call "*Buy Now' music. * There seems to be a theory going around that if you can just agitate consumers enough, they'Il panic and reach for their Visa cards. Maybe it works for most | people. It just makes me want to _ get out of the store. I used to | enjoy window shopping, but what used to feel like a leisurely stroll through the mall now feels like a D-Day crawl up to the beaches of Normandy. All of which makes me delight- ed to hear about John Beltz and the Right to Quiet Society. It's nice to discover that I'm not the only one who doesn't appreciate being decibelled to death while I'm shopping. This is not the first foray for Mister Beltz and his friends. Last year they took on ghetto-blasters. And they won. You're familiar with ghetto- blasters? Those suitcase-sized, barely-portable radios you. see being lugged around by young, vacant-eyed louts? As far as I can tell, ghetto-blasters feature nei- ther an off-switch nor a volume control knob. I've never encoun- tered one that wasn't cranked-up full-blast. Ghetto-blasters will seek you out on the street, in parks, at the beach and in the bush. Last month I was riding on a streetcar in Toronto. The whole car was vibrating in time to a raucous ghetto-blaster carried by some gormless oaf near the back. You'll find ghetto-blasters at municipal pools too. But not in Vancouver's municipal pools. 'Last year Mister Beltz and his peace-seeking colleagues decided they'd had enough afternoons by the pool destroying by radio toting idiots. They petitioned the Vancouver Parks Board to give lifeguards the right to request users of loud radios to turn them down or hit the street. Makes sense from the life- guards' point of view. They have to be able to hear swimmers yelling for help and one ghetto- blaster could mask the sound of the Titanic going down. Anyway, the good news is that The Right To Quiet Society won. The city pools of Vancouver are now a haven from unsolicited radio noise. I hope the movement spreads. Vd like to see the day when any one of us could perform a citizen's arrest on anybody guilty of gross noise pollution. (Actually, all I'd really like to see is a return to good manners and common cour- tesy -- but why be a Pollyanna?) In the meantime, let's hear it for John Beltz and The Right to Quiet Society. Sotto voce, of course.