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yee ee ul) Y We did a fair amount of trav- elling this summer. There's nothing left from it but a pile of travel folders and 12 equal monthly payments at the bank. But I thought the least I-could do was to pass along a few trav- el notes to those planning a trip, or wishing they'd taken one. First of all, don't wish, just do it. If you wait until you can afford a trip you'll be too old to enjoy it. There's nothing more pitiful than those tottering old wrecks you'll see on any cruise, who have put off "The Trip" until the children are grown, the mortgage is paid and Dad has retired. It's easy, almost frighteningly easy, to take a trip without money. Railroads, airlines and chipping companies are only too happy to take you to Timbuktu on the never-never plan. Just forget about that new dishwasher or wallpaper and sign on the dotted line. Your friendly travel agent will loan you a pen. By the way, it's a good idea to plan your trip through a travel agent. There's no charge as he's paid by the air-rail-hotel people. Also, it's reassuring when you arrive ina strange city at midnight, to be able to wave that reservation in the desk clerk's face, even though it's for the wrong date. How to get there? If it's a long haul, and your time is lim- ited, and your legs are short, flying is your best bet. It's dull, cramped, the baggage handling is little short of vandalism, and there's always a long ride into town from the airport, for which you pay. But, you're there in a hurry. Trains are lurchy and rather i slow, but you can relax. There's nothing like a stroll through a train to add some color to your trip. Black and blue. Prices are fairly reasonable now, with fam- ily rates which include meals. The latter, while adequate, are a far cry from the old railway dining cars, where food and service were superb. Their chief aim now is to feed you and get you out of there. Probably the best way to trav- el is by car, with tent or trailer. It's certainly much cheaper, and you don't have to follow a time- table. The drawback is that un- less you like driving, it's just that -- driving. Mile upon mile, hour upon hour, day after day. No holiday there for me. For the person traveling alone, on a budget, the bus is the best. It's drafty or hot or cold or dusty. And the lady in the adjacent seat is the biggest bore in North America and she's going to be with you right across the continent. But you can go a long way on a 100 bucks. About clothes. Pack carefully, everything you think you're going to need, and then leave exactly half your luggage at home, and you'll be just right. About food. The price of good meals, anywhere, will make a strong man weep great salt tears. Only solution is to take along a large plastic bag filled with bologna sandwiches, dill pickles, cheese and other goo- dies. About the third day on the trip, it looks, smells and tastes like pemmican, but you'll have | lots of privacy, and you won't have to tip any waiters. About tips. The dime is a quaint coin that became obso- lete during the '40's and is now used only in vending machines. The quarter is rapidly going the same way. But have one pocket stuffed with them and the other with dollar bills, and you'll see nothing but smiling faces and friendly outstretched hands all along your route. About service. The country is going to pot. Remember all those snarling assistant manag- ers, supercilious desk clerks and larcenous bell-hops during the post-war period? They've all dis- appeared. To the place to which I frequently consigned them, ir hope. This summer I was rather severely shocked to meet a friendly assistant manager, a bell-hop with a sense of humor, and no less than three courteous cab divers. My wife nearly faint- ed when one of them jumped out and opened the door for her. Neéedless to say, this was in The West. There's only one thing wrong with travelling. It costs you the shirt right off your back. Best way around this is to steal a credit card belonging to Joe P. McGlutch and sign for every- thing. If this is not feasible, the only alternative is to sell your wife and children into slavery. Either way, it's worth it. Now, have a happy, happy trip. VOWS EXCHANGED IN HOLY ANGELS ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH Pink Gladiolas and white Dahlias decorated Holy Angels Roman Catholic Schurch in Schreiber on August 27th, 1966 when Lorraine Denise, daughter of Mr.and Mrs.Robert Fournier of Schreiber was given in marriege by her father to Harold A.Prill, son of Mr.and Mrs. August Prill of St.Quens, Mani- toba. Rev. JeM.Cano officiated at the ceremony. The solo- ist was Miss Crystal Kusik who sang Ava Marie, Mother At Thy Feet We're Kneeling and On This Dey, Oh Beautiful Mother, accompanied by Miss Anna Fummerton. For the bride's gown white Alencon lace was used in the fitted bodice, sleeves and to the hips of the full skirt -- which was completed in layers of filny net. Rhinestone em- broidery circled the scalloped neckline and was repeated | on the shoulder length scalloped tiered veil. She carried a bouquet of pink and white carnations. The bridets attendents were the groom's sister, Miss Linda Prill and Miss Giselle Chicoine. They wore A-Line sheath gowns of corded taffeta, one in blue and one in yel- low, féaturing scoop necklines and puffed sleeves trimmed with satin bows and white lace. They carried bouquets of blue and yellow carnations and wore headdresses of nylon bows attached to tossed silk netting trimmed with sequins. Flower girl Judy Moher, a cousin of the bride, wore a baby blue nylon chiffon redingote dress. White ruffled lace adorned the sleeves and front of the redingote. She wore & matching headdress end carried blue and white carnations. The best man was, Roger Fournier, the bride's brother, groomsman was Jack Zeilke and ushers were Reymond Hastman and Gaylord Newman. A wedding breskfast was held for the wedding party and at a reception and dance held in the Moose Hall, Terrace Bay, the cake was cut by Mrs.E.Singleton. For the occasion the bridets mother chose a two-piece bonded lace outfit in turquoise with matching feather hat and gloves. Her corsage was yellow roses. The bridegroomts mother wore a two piece printed silk dress in blue and green with white accessories and her flowers were pink roses. Leaving for a honeymoon in the United States the bride wore e grey wool knit suit with light blue accessories. The newlyweds will reside at 497 Lekeview Drive, Terrace Bay. Out of town guests were Mrs.Michael Ruddy, Mr.and Mrs. Patrick Perrier, Port Arthur, Mrs. August Prill, Mr.and Mrs. Len Czastkiewioz, Linda Prill, all of St.OQuens, Manitoba.