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OCTOBER 12, sy0, Left to right.- L.R. MeCuaig, returning officer, Thunaer Bay Riding," Mrs. Peter Doig, Secretary, and W.J. Handel, election 'olerk;: a list in town hell office. ~Photo by Inez McCuaig Rev. J. M. Mia Seatn of Holy Atigelst Cheat in Schreiber, is the director of the Catholic Women's League in this region. The appointment is made by the Bishop, and the position involves considerable travelling ebout the erea to discuss and advise on problems concerning the many C.W.L. organizations. -Photo by Inez McCuaig The St. John Ambulance combined brigade, which will be attended by officers from the Lakehead, will hola its annuel meeting on October 21 in St. John's Church Hall at 8.00 p.m. The Church parade this year, to Holy Angels? Roman Catholic Church, will be held on the following day. Mrs. Robert Riley (nee Irene Geary) was honored by her new relations at a party held in the home of Mrs. Robert Winters, where she was presented with gifts. Mrs. Herb Riley of White River was present for the occasion. 'The formal presentation of the gifts and family's good wishes were presented by Mrs. Wesley Miller and Mrs. Tomny IRE CHIEF SAYS: DON'T OVERLOAD YOUR WIRING SYSTEM TMEPACE BAY NEWS SUGAR AND SPICE | by Bill Smiley There's an old superstition that things, good or bad, run in sequences of three. I'm _ in- clined to respect it. During the war, casualties on my squadron always seemed to follow the pattern. We'd lose a pilot today, perhaps two the next day, then none for a week. Then three more. It happened to me. One day I was shot to ribbons by flak. Had to land 'at 140 miles an hour. No flaps, no_ brakes- Fortunately, I remembered a movie. Jammed: on throttle, jumped on the rudder, and _ groundlooped just short of a nasty ditch. Two days later, I had a bomb hang-up, and had to'land with a 500-lb. bomb, fused and ready to go, dangling from my left wing. That was the smoothest landing ever made in World War II. The only thing that was a bit disconcert- ing was that the control tower made me land, not on the land- ing strip, but on 'the grass be- side it, so that I wouldn't ruin their runway when I blew up. The very next day I was shot down. This business of things hap- pening in threes is still going on. Monday the furnace goes on the blink. Tuesday, your wife gets ugly about the gar- bage or something. Wednes- day, sodme jerk creases your car in the parking lot. Even the good things come in threes. And that's what hap- pened to me this week. Three delightful opportunities for 'the weekend, and I can take in only one of them. Sickening. First of all, I signed up to help supervise a trip to Expo from our school. This in itself should prove a fairly hairy ex- perience. Can'* you see me marching up and down the halls of a monastery in the middle of the night, in my pyjamas and raincoat, trying ta prevent boys from being boys, and girls from being girls? I'd just committed myself to this when old Australian bud- dy, "Dutch," phoned to remind me that this was the weekend of that ancient and honorable bash known as the Canadian Fighter Pilots' reunion. Same place, Montreal. And he had booked me on a flight to and from the flesh pots of that fair city. I was sorely tempted to with- draw from the kiddies' excur- sion, go to the wing-ding, and take two weeks to get over it, as usual. But my wife said, "You're not going. You always come home looking like a skeleton." And that was that. Resigned, and feeling quite noble, I was packing. my: stuff for the Expo trip, and patting myself on the back for doing my. duty, rather than my pleas- ure, when number three came up. An invitation to be a judge in a beauty contest on Satur-' day. This is one I've been waiting for for years. I've judged essay contests, public speaking con- tests, apple pie contests at the fall fair, and for.three years have been a judge for the Lea- cock Award for humor. - But I've never had a chance: to just sit there and gawp at) those cute kids, leering ..inside and pretending I chose the winner because of her talent, rather than the way she parts her chest. All I can'say is, "Shucks!" And all I need now is for Mike Pearson to call up and say I've been appointed to the Senate, provided I can be there Satur- day morning to be sworn in. Oh, I haven't given up en- tirely. I could go with the kids to Expo, slide over to the fight- er pilots' party, skip the bus ride home and catch a plane to the beauty contest. But I think they'd probably- . bury me the next day. On the _other hand, that might not be. a bad idea. I'm not long for this world anyway. Not unless my wife cools it out a bit about going to college. Last Friday night she came home all fired up about her course. At 4 am. Saturday, I was reading the part: of Socra- tes in Plato's Dialogues. And had to rise at seven to get Kim to her bus for music lesson.