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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, February 8, 1984 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............---:::::seeecetctt Karen E. Park j EDITORIAL ASSISTANT ..........--- 2: secrete Lynne Badger ADVERTISING GALES: .2...... 2. ee eee Sharon Mark O e x PRODUCTION MANAGER...........--------::::eee eter Mary Melo | a oe | DEADLINE: Friday NOON Subscription rates: $12.00 per annum (local); $18.00 CNA per annum (out-of-town). Second Class Mail When I finally reached the decision to take over the operation of the Terrace Bay Schreiber "NEWS", I then realized that I would be in for some very unique surprises, some gratifying moments, lots of fun, and a wide variety of jobs. All of the above has happened. I also realized that there would be some of you out there, who would literally "hate my guts'. That too has taken place. But to compensate all of this, there are actually some of you out there who still say hello to me on the street - who still phone me "just to chat" - who still require my advice on delicate matters - who still keep my name in their 'good books" - and who still consider me as a friend. I thank those people. BUT ... there are some out there who cringe when my name is mentioned. WHY? I try to keep my nose clean ... I try to assist you in any way that is not illegal - immoral - or corrupt. I try to provide you, the readers with a good community newspaper, and I have been getting a great deal of help from the public in this respect. And I shall continue to do so, with your future support. _ I suppose you're all wondering what I'm leading up to, aren't you? Well ... I'll tell you. As many of you may have noticed, (this has been proven) last week's "NEWS"' was incredibly small. In fact, it was a publisher's nightmare. 8 pages. 8 stinking measely pages that I couldn't have squeaked another inch of copy in if I had tried. I don't apologize for this. It's not my fault that there wasn't sufficient advertising to warrant having our usual 12 or 16 pager. The advertisers who regularly use our paper to reach the more than 1700 readers along the North Shore, chose not to advertise last week. In turn everyone suffered. The readers suffered... the people who faithfully submitted their important news stories suffered ... we at the newspaper suffered. Last week (including the weekend when our office was closed), I was swamped with numerous phone calls, all relating to subjects regarding the newspaper. Some could have waited until the office reopened on Tuesday morning. Some were not important enough to warrant any interruption on my part. I like my peace and quiet on the weekends. My husband and my child like their peace and quiet on the weekends. And to top it all off, my mother came up for a surprise visit last week ... and'she likes her peace and quiet on the weekends. What I am attempting to get across here, is the fact that unles it's incredibly. newsworthy, a life and death situation ... or unless you're inviting me out to dinner, etc. ... don't bother me at home. Now that I have had my say, I shall divert the conversation to another topic. That topic is the controversy that has been displayed over the Opinion column which appeared in last week's "'NEWS"'. The column was well written by the Assistant Editor and was okayed by myself. Lynne stated her opinion on the Subject of Minor Hockey, and many others have stated their opinion since. Some in favour - some not in favour. Either way, we at the "NEWS" stand behind her and give her our full support in her endea- -yoursto make sure that the players of Minor Hockey are being treated fairly - and in the best possible way. If you don't agree with Lynne's statement, or mine for that fact, write to the Editor (in a form of a letter), and be sure that you sign your name fo it. Nobody likes a complainer who hasn't the courage to stand up and be counted. : Freedom of speech is the Canadian way. And that rules applies around this office. Arthur Black Registration No. 0867. , poet 4 comer ~""Memos from your child" Don't spoil me. I know quite well I shouldn't have all I ask for. I am only _ testing you. Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it. It makes me secure. Don't let me form bad habits. I have to rely on you to detect them in the early stages. Don't make me feel smaller than I am. It only makes me behave stupidly "big". Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it. I'll take much more notice, if you talk quietly in private. Don't protect me from consequences. sometimes. I need to learn the painful way Don't make me feel my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values. Don't be too upset when I say "I hate you". It isn't you I hate, but your power to thwart me. Don't take too much notice of my small ailments. Sometimes they get me the attention I need. Don't nag - if you do, I'll have to protect myself by appearing deaf. Don't make rash promises; I feel badly let down when promises are broken. Don't forget I can't explain myself as well as I'd like. This is why I am not always so accurate. Don't tax my honesty too much. I'm easily frightened into telling lies. Don't be inconsistent. It completely confuses me and makes me lose my faith in you. Don't put.me off when I ask questions. If you do, you'll find I stop asking and seek information elsewhere.' : Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real. Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I find out that you are neither. Don't ever think it is beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest ' apology makes me surprisingly warm toward you. Don't forget, I love experimenting. I can't get on without it, so please put up with it. Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be hard to keep pace with me, but please try. Author Unknown $F ae we * "Made your plans for the New Age yet? It's coming, you know. Oh my; yes. Newspapers have been talking about it for months now. They call it The Greenhouse Effect. I call. it The Promised Land. ; E The way the scientists see it, all the carbon dioxide we're spewing out - from breathing, smoke- stacks and driving down to the Cow Palace for a pack of cigaret- tes - all that CO2:is gradually wrapping this planet in a gritty, grey muffler of smog. The blanket not only cuts down on sunshine. it also traps heat which would nor- mally piddle away into space. To put it simply, things on Terra Firma are warming up. Which spells disaster for huge areas of the planet. It only takes a temperature change of a couple of degrees to start the Polar Ice Caps melting. That, of course, raises the level of the world's oceans. And that is bad news for some guy who's just invested his life savings in a Taco Stand in St. -'Stanislav's By-The-Sea. The disasters would not occur exclusively in coastal areas. En- tire weather patterns could change drastically. Our prairie wheatfields could be transformed into dustbowls. Even thousands of miles from the ocean, low-lying country could find itself under water. Winnipeg could: become the continent's northernmost mangrove swamp. Yep. It would be real bad news ... The Greenhouse Effect. Depending on where you live. = -.. Palm tree paradise Near as I can figure out, we'd be sitting pretty, here in North- ern Ontario. We're far enough inland that we wouldn't havé to worty about the Atlantic or the Pacific lapping at our doorsteps. Sure, there's Lake Superior, but I live about three prehistoric ridges above its current level. I suppose I'd have a few centuries grace before I had to build a wharf over the front lawn. : And the temperature? Well, all the scientific projections indicate that the mean annual tempera- ture in northwestern Ontario could only go one way. Up. Gloriously, deliciously, tantalizingly Up. We'd get hotter summers and milder. winters. Scientists are even talking of a major shift northward for all of North Ameri- ca's food producing regions. Ah yes, I can see it now ... pineapple plantations in Gerald- ton ... crocodile farms in Ignace ... gondoliers on the Kaministi- kwia River ... Mariachi bands strolling the streets of Sudbury ... North Shore communities. from Rossport to Marathon would be transformed into a chain of tourist spas -- the Costa Del Sol of the tundra. Why, people would probably even start staying at Minaki Lodge. And Thunder Bay? Hah. It'll become. Beachbum Haven, as West Coast surfers from Califor- nia to Vancouver (now under six fathoms of water) begin to hang out along the breakwalls of Thun- der Bay harbour, waiting for The Perfect Wave. Ah yes ... tuna fishing in Lake Nipigon ... Coconut Groves at Kakabeka ... , ' | know it's environmentally blasphemous for me to say it, but Ican't help myself. Anything that tilts Northwestern Ontario to- wards the tropical, can't be all bad. I'm ready Lord ... I've piled my snow tires and my woollen scar- ves and my snowblower and my winter galoshes in a big pile on the front lawn. Bring on The Greenhouse Effect. Anyone out there want to buy some slightly used ski wax?