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OCTOBER 1, 1970 TERRACE BAY NEWS _TOR SALE - 19€1 Riseayne - new tires - in very good running condition. Phone 825-3590 after 5 p.m. FOR SALE - 1965 Epic Envoy in good condition. Phone 824-2724, WANTED - pint sand quert jers for canning - hall or meson. Phone 825-3739 HOUSE FOR RENT - Phone 82U.28Ul after 5.30 p.m. CALLING FRIENDS OF C.G .I.T. Are you a former member or leader of C.G.I.T. or just an interested friend? Miss Judy Craig, Associate Secretary National C.G.l.T. Committee, Toronto, attending the Manitoba C.G.l.T. Board Conference for "Key People" in Gimili, Man. said National is looking for names and addresses of such people. Anyone reading this paper and fitting into one of + these categories, or knowing someone who does, please contact Mrs. Helen Brooks, Box 7, Terrace , Ont. or phone 825-3691 afternoons or evenings. Everyone attending the conference, including two presentatives of 4-H, felt privileged to have been ited to attend this event. The dream is for all youth groups to understand ach other and work together helping each person h their highest potential . Mr. A. Whittam, Physical Education Department eM. on loan to the Community Recreation Branch - artment of Tourism and Recreation, was the spea- He pointed out how our society is geared to ther include or exclude, so often the largest num- er is excluded when only the fittest can reach the uld be rewarded when they reach their goal? Where a better place to start that with our youth? PAGE 21 = - BILL SMILEY'S COLUMN If you heard a sigh sometime recently like an elephant about to lie down and die, there was nothing to be alarmed about. It was just the Smileys getting the last of two kids off to college. Hugh isn't so bad any more. Boys aren't, generally. They'll jam some clothes and junk into a suitcase or two and a duffel bag, and off they go. He had decided, after a couple of years of waiting table and selling vacuum cleaners, that there might be something in that higher education stuff after all, and went back last year. Unfortunately, 1 promised that if he buckled down, I'd give him some financial help. He buckled down just enough to get through his year, so this year I'm stuck with paying his fees. As far as eating goes, he's on his own. Got him off on an early bus, bound for Halifax, with a big box of books and frayed shirts and one suitcase, mine, bulging. He was full, as usual, of boundless optimism and great expectations. No problem. Kim is another kettle of fish. | Or fowl. A year ago we took her off to university, got her regis- tered, found her a place to live, and made about four long trips in six weeks to allay her loneliness, buy her more clothes, and change her living quarters twice. Then the doubts set in. 'Dad, how can I get along. with 13 girls? What if my room-mates don't like me? Wait'll they see me come in with my guitar, in jeans and sneakers." And so on. In my jovial, fatherly way, I retorted: "Look, kid, 25 years ago I was living with 17 other fellows in a room the size of yours, and we got along." The answer was typical of all kids, the minute you start talking about the tough old days, "Yeah, yeah, I know, Dad, but that was in camp, and you had no choice and I've heard it all before." For once, I was firm. She was actually pleased by my firmness. All settled. So we took her down on a Sunday, to get settled. The house was still a mess. No cleaners. No drapes up. No pillow cases. Two or three girls struggling around with furniture. No heat in the house on a cold, drizzly day. ] It was bleak and dreary and her spirits went down like a thermometer in an ice bucket. Typically, she hadn't even packed a sweater. I left her the one I was wearing. When we left, she looked as woebegone as a drunk at a tea party. Her mother moaned soft- ly all the way home and has been wringing her hands ever since. We'll see. | She quit at Christmas and my stony heart bled tears when I counted the dollars down the drain. She was ill for a time. Then she went out into the world to seek her fortune. She discovered that the streets of the city were paved with soot, not gold. After a few months of being broke or 'working, she chose the lesser of three evils, and decided to go back to school. After an incredible delay, and weeks of agonizing anxiety for her mother, her application was ' accepted. (Dealing with univer- sity bureaucracy is like dealing with the government.) I took her down and we checked out the university. She liked it, to my amazement. I think what sold her was that an English professor we talked to introduced himself by his first name, had long hair and a beard, and when he stood up, turned out to be in his bare feet. She had expressed a desire to get out of the city. Sick of the smog, traffic and everything else that goes with it. She wished she could go to college in a small town. I pointed out thai s 1all towns do not boast universii es. But this was as close to = as you could get. Campus sur- rounded by orchards. A river winding through it. Well out of the city proper. No heavy traffic within two miles. y sheer good luck, caught the last bed in a girls' residence. It's a co-operative, with 14 girls, They do their own cooking, cleaning; and make their own rules. Great. A girl who lived in the house said it was fine. A stone's throw from the college. It was a mess, but professional cleaners were coming in to clean, decorate and put everything in order. A Snowmobiles ceuse extensive damage to young trees by runring over tops protruding sbove the snow.