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Mrs. Lois Miller will entertain with her slides of a trip to Israel. More than 400 community sports volunteers will be honored by the city at the annual sports volunteers dinner April 26 at the Knights of Columbus hall. This annual event is the city's way of saying "thank-you" to the many volunteers who run the minor sports programs. As in former years, several outstanding volunteers will be specially honored by the city for their commit- ment and dedication to minor sports. Waterloo Days, the annual summer festival in Waterloo Park, will be held this year June 10-13. Community services program director Tom Litwiller tells me the festival committee is looking for arts and crafts exhibitors to participate in the event. The committee is also open to suggestions for new activities that could be organized this year. Popular favorites that will be returning again are the boy scout soap box derby, the drum and bugle corps competition, and the fastball tournament. Phone or send your suggestions for activities to the commun- ity services department at city hall. If you‘re a lottery ticket addict, April N will be your chance to see the Win- tario winners drawn and take in a bit of local entertainment. The K-W Kiwanis Club and the city of Waterloo are co- sponsoring the Wintario draw April 28 at UW's Humanities Theatre. For the $2 admission price,, you'" receive a Wintario ticket and get to hear the Wa- terloo Concert Band under the direction of John Conrad and the winners from the Kiwanis Music Festival. Fred Davis and Faye Dance will be on hand to draw the winning tickets in the twice monthly Wintario draw. The program gets un- derway at 7:15 p.m. with the draw at 9p.m. It's designed to keep you informed about some of the events, and people that make this city unique. This is the first column of Chatter Box, a feature of the Chronicle which will appear periodically with bits of news that haven't made it in the regular story line-up. GlrErrlrTMll 'tttttlaid - Wotan-y by Filmy Pn- a divukon of Kite-er-Waterloo accord Lu. out Wanda: Square Educ! Mary Slupan subcriptions‘ 810 a year in Canada. " a year in United States and Foreign Commie: when: cone-undue: to Water-ion office as Fairway Rd. s, Waterloo. Ottt Pubhsher established 1864 James M Boland telqhone one» Kim-er Since I was too weak. she had to put out the garbage. While she was doing so, she came across an old color chart for paint To the editor, I am writing to thank you for the very informative article on the Big Brothers Association and for your interest and cooperation in putting forward the services of this organization, I am certain that we can look for- ward to a very positive response to this appeal. Douglas A. Burns, Waterloo After one day's painting, she was near tears. Didn't sleep a wink. But, and here's where good old Abounding Grace comes in. came a solution. The special deity that looks after poor, downcast, middle-aged people who are either plunging into the Depths of Despair. or sea-sickly navigating Dire Straits. came to the rescue. To the editor, May I take this opportun- ity to express the apprecia- Horrors. The paint was all Gong. Instead of a delicate. cool green, it went on the wall as a cold whitey-blue, about the shade you‘d find on the walls of a penitentiary cell. You may think that is, a bi; simpie-niinded, or a coinci- dence. But tlteprPctrs,_once begun, went right on. My wife had decided to rediicorate the living room. She bought the paint, made a contract with the painter, and the work began, while I lay around shivering and wondering which end of my candle was going to burn next. Because just as my back was emerging from the acute stage, I succumbed to that gross, disgusting. shuddering, juddering, sweating, griping, embarrassing. exhausting ail- ment known euphemistically, even when it occurs in March, (hte “summer Tlu'." Or, in less lady-like circles, "The 1 e rear." Now, I know perfectly well that had the two concurred, the bad back that made me scream when I lifted a sheet of paper, and the exigencies of my other ailment, this would be an obituary column. Doesn't that prove that the meek shall inherit the earth? Or something. _ A week later, we still don't know. X-rays-were taken, but the doc hasn't received them yet. Of course, it's a whole mile from the hospital, where they were taken, to his office, so that's explainable. They probably sent them by mail. When I left you last week, I was in the throes of ferocious agony in the back. Neither the doctor nor I knew whether it was a slithering disc, a boulder in my kidneys trying to escape, or leprosy of the liver. But the pain has eased off to a dull grind, and that's the reason for my opening statement. There does seem to be a Great Plan, and maybe Somebody does see us little spar- rows fall. There's no question about it. Somebody-up-There does look after us ppc, forked creatures here below. I have proof. Letters m _ the editor 1'2ilrl' ltll'il'Pl'lts", teAtttbt6 A mum: Te, if -- __ tterma:N6qtiipttes xi" ; 'if? 32.73." , 2iii (iii) a' ' 1liiiiil itii, gk, A: Iii , liiji! tttie) ft, Pri> Mr ili;k ft ' 53 lil] 5%”(41 a s/5C,,1,) an?" “*9”, d ..--- iiiiiiiljij'i" ------ “fl ..__._._._~_ ts---. Ci-".", ‘ Jes, i"e-,Q1e,. f WISH-“£19 Someone cares ‘ tion of the Board of Manage- ment of the Waterloo County Branch of the Victorian Order of Nurses and myself for the excellent article prepared by Monica Frim and published in your paper on Wednesday March 9, 1977. Again many thanks for your cooperation. Dona Nash, District Director It is publicity such as this which helps us to make our service known to more peo- ple in this community. Since He-She looks after all us turkeys without reference to sex. color or creed, let's just call It the Turkey-Person. Ok? Don't talk to me about evolution, Darwin. survival of the fittest. It's perfectly obvious, as I have shown, that there is a Grand Plan for the universe, and that there is Someone, or Something, in charge of it. Now. I don't want to get into a religious squabble, or a fight with women's lib. We worct call that Someone either God or Buddha or the Geist of the Supreme Being, or The Master. Letters from nice old ladies who scold me gently for my vulgarity. Letters from vulgar old men who scold me round- ly for not "letting 'er rip." But I do want you to get the theme. If I hadn't had a sore" back, I'd never have had it get better so that I could survive the dire rear. If I hadn't had the dire rear, we'd have the wrong paint on the living room, and I'd never have cleaned out my drawers. And if those two hadn't occurred, we wouldn't be having a sale of whitey-blue paint, and a large bonfire, simultaneous- ly, on the first day the backyard dries up. A letter from my daughter, aged ten, at camp, wanting to come home at once. A letter from same daughter, aged eighteeen, saying insouciantly, from Montreal, “If you ever want to see me again, send some bread, as I have one cent." We sent. Letters from former students (mostly girls), who perhaps used me as a surrogate father or older brother or uncle, who tell me all their troubles, and who have now quite forgotten me, alas, Consider these facts. My wife informed me, and I had to agree, because I was too shaky to argue, that she had actual- ly saved money on the deal. This may seem silly, as we had doubled the paint requirements for a mom thirty feet long, eighteen feet wide, and eleven teethigh. Not so. If we'd stuck, with the first paint, we'd have had to throw out the old drapes, and spend about $250 on new ones, because the old ones didn 't go with the new paint, if you‘re still with me. We save vast sums like this all the time. And I found some tremendous stuff in there. Hundreds of letters, unanswered. Two requests from publishers to put my column into book form. Five requests to be guest speaker at something or other. A padlock for a school locker. Ancient, paid-off mortgages. Eighteen paper clips and twelve rubber bands and seven pencils. A copy of my will, unsigned. Two insurance policies I didn't know I had. Two hundred 'old col- umns. Fifteen addresses I'd been looking for for years. A copy of a great editorial I once wrote, entitled "Sex and the Editor." Old stock certificates, impressively printed, total value three dollars as wallpaper. Letters from my son from Alaska, Halifax, Mexico City, Jerusalem. Paraguay, New Orleans. I won't go on. It was a combination of Aladdin's cave and Pandora's box. Maybe you begin to see the pattern now. But that's not all. Because I was too sick and weak and shaky to write a column or mark exam papers, I cleaned out my drawers. Please. This had nothing to do with the dire rear previously men- tioned. I'm referring to the drawers in my desk. It's all I was fit for, physically, mentally, or emotionally. that had exactly the shade she wanted on the walls. Shrieks of joy. Off to the hardware, hammering on the door before they were open. Back home, before the painter arrived, with another $50 worth of paint. Perfect! Joy reigns supreme in the Smiley psychiatric ward. Perhaps you're still skeptical. Maybe you don't believe that a Higher Power is looking after you-Mow-who.