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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, January 4, 1984 opinton | The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario. POT 2wo. Telephone: (807) 825-3747. EDITOR AND MANAGER..............--.-- 2+ eee eeeees Karen E. Park ADVERTISING SALES............. 0.00 cee cece eee Sharon Mark PRODUCTION MANAGER...............-----2:seeeeeeeee Mary Melo Another year a DEADLINE: Friday NOON ft) Subscription rates: $10.00 per annum (local); $14.00 A per annum. (out-of-town). Second Class Mail A. Registration No. 0867. anchor ae Crowded Out? by REV. B.M. FELLINGER Is Christ crowded out of your busy life With the toiling that each day brings? With the strain and stress of the cares that press You've no time for the King of Kings. bites the dust.... Another year has come and gone, and if you're like me, you're sitting back, thinking ... 'where did it go?" This is one of the fastest years to go by that I can ever remember. Maybe it's because I'm quickly getting older and I just can't remember things that far back. But one thing is for sure, and that is ... 1983 was a busy year! But.now is the time to say farewell to 1983 and give 1984 a big welcome. And for once, many of us can actually look at 1984 as being a year of prosperity and one to look forward to. Unemployment is still a concern but not in the same way that it was at this time last year: Yes, I know that many are still unemployed. And yes, I know that many more will still be unemployed. But Canada is beginning to pick up and things seem a little brighter than they did last year. The economy appears to be on the rise. If Christmas spending was any indication at all, then we certainly aren't pinching the pennies the way that we were last year. But instead of looking back at '83 and trying to foresee what will take place in '84, let's talk about the things that the new year brings..The first thing that most of us experience when we open our eyes on New Year's morning is yes ... a hangover. '*No room in the inn" for the Christ child blest, "In a manger so low He lay"; In the hearts of men over and over again, There's no room for Him still today. New Year's Resolution #1 ... "Thou shalt not drink alcoholic beverages for a |-o-n-g time". Resolution #2 ... "Thou shalt pay off all thy Christmas bills by the end of this month."' Resolution #3 ... #4... #5 and on... and on ... and on. The foxes have holes and the birds have nests But nowhere for His head divine Could the Son of Man, "should He come again Find a place in your heart and mine." Now remember. As I am writing this, it is still December 1983. I have yet to make those foolish resolutions that most people do. In fact I very rarely make any. I am weak. I cannot stand to promise myself to do something and then not to follow through. I also can't stand for somebody to catch me doing something that I previously promised them that I wouldn't do. So that is why I seldom tell anybody anything about what I plan to do. The hearts of the ones whom He died to save Are the home which He seeks today; By His life bought, yet He is crowded out, I could tell you that I will honestly make an effort to quit smoking. But if And "away with Him", still they say. you know me at all, you will know that the only time that I am able to quit smoking is when I'm fast asleep, when I'm hungover, when I'm laying in the hospital (drugged) or when they pack me away in my casket and close the lid. There is very little in this great life of mine that gives me the same satisfaction that a cigarette does. So I will continue to pollute my lungs and everyone else's who comes near me. I could also promise myself that I will lose 10 pounds. But that's silly. I've done that before so there's no element of surprise left there. I firmly believe what my mother told me not that long ago, and that was that I weighed in at 120 pounds and then started to gain weight. I, like all good children, will believe my mother. I could also sit here and lie through my teeth and tell you that I will give There's coming a day in the great sometime If for Christ you have never found room, You will knock and wait at Heaven's gate, Crowded out there will be your doom. up swearing ... but that would be a crock of #7&!/#0 I could say that I would give up all of my other vices. But that would be incredibly difficult as I don't have any vices (HA!) So all I shall say at this time is that I shall remain my good, old, humourous self who nobody dares to cross for fear of death or bodily harm. I shall also say Happy New Year to everyone. I hope that this New Year brings each and every one of you good health, prosperity and happiness. Happy New Year Folks! See you in 1984. Arthur Black The author of that poem knew whereof he spoke. Let us not crowd Christ out of our lives this New Year. Let us rather give Him first place in our hearts, that in all we do and say He might truly be Lord and Saviour. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Begotten Son, that eripgiees should believe in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting el. r In this New Year, let us not crowd Christ out, but rather let us choose to live for Him, who died for us. Curse of the Cabbage Patch Kids Ah dear. . I kinda hoped last week's column would mark the one and only time I would feel compelled to talk about Cabbage Patch Kids. But here we are at the beginning of a brand new, relatively unsullied year and I'm talking about the little critters again. Can't help it. They're in the news. I mentioned last week that the makers of the Cabbage Patch Kids were being blitzed by law- suits - one lady in Tennessee, claims she's been making cuddly playthings that fit under the arm and look an awful lot like Cabbage Patch Dolls since the 1960's. Her contention is that Coleco stole her 'idea and made millions from it. 'Another lawsuit came from an :adopted person in California. The jaggrieved party claims the i'adoption papers" that come iwith each Cabbage Patch . Kid 'have caused needless suffering jand humiliation for adopted child- 'ren and their parents everywhere. | Adopted kids, the lawsuit claims, |are now asking their parents if \they too were found in a cabbage i patch. | Well, it turns out that lawsuits 'are becoming very chic in doll- makers' circles this year. Care Bears are in court too. You're not familiar with Care Bears? Either you've been living in a duck blind north of Allanwater Bridge, or there are no young kids in your life. Care Bears were the second- hottest item on pre-pubescent ' 'Just lists this Christmas. Only the Cabbage Patch Kids outpointed 'them. It's hard for an adult to figure 'out why. Care Bears are fairly unremarkable-looking things. They come in a variety of hues with little emblems tattooed on their pudgy round bellies - hearts, moons and the like. Personally, they strike me as fairly namby- pamby and forgettable as cuddle- some companions go - but who cares what I think? Point is, kids love Care Bears, and they're selling like furry hotcakes. Which, predictably enough, has led to unauthorized imitations - such as the Bay Bear. Which in turn has led to a court case. Care Bears are the creation of a firm called American Greetings Corporation. These folks have just asked the Federal Court of -Canada to bang its gavel down on the Hudson's Bay Company. The 'American Greetings Corporation claims The Bay has been selling a bear that looks an awful lot like their copyrighted Care Bear - so much so that the average custom- er might now know the differen- ce. The Federal Court doesn't agree. It ruled last week that 'consumers are unlikely to confuse 'Bay Bears with Care Bears. The reason? The court ruled that: "Care Bears have dull, unfocused eyes with no whites, while Bay -Bears have eyes that give an impression of focus and alert- ness."' Don't you find it just the teensiest bit absurd that lawsuits are flying, $500-a-day lawyers are , jawing and learned judges. in black robes are earnestly deliber- lating over objects as mundane as |- well, Cabbage Patch Dolls, Bay \Bears and Care Bears? '- One last doll story and I promise not to touch the subject for the rest of 1984: A toymaker in ' Japan has discovered a way to get Japanese consumers to buy 'Barbie Dolls. Two years ago, they couldn't sell a Barbie Doll in Tokyo if they packaged it in the front seat of a Rolls Royce. Last year, they sold $13 million worth. The secret? They reduced the doll's bosom, turned her blue eyes brown and darkened her blonde hair. Whatever happened to good old-fashioned, apolitical Teddy Bears?