published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterico Record Ltd., owner. 15 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener , Ont. 5 address correspondence to Waterioq office : Waterioo Square, Waterioo, Ont. , telephone $06â€"2830 Waterioo Chronicle offite is laocated on 2nd floor of Waterico Squirais Office Tower. floor and you are there Epter vie the mall entrance beside the Longhorn Restaurant (directly opposite the card shop} or from the elevator foyer beside the Tâ€"D Bank Take the elevator to the 2nd And then it hit me. Not unlike the blow of returning to humid air after a day in air conâ€" ditioned offices, the mental realization struck home. The buses are not running on my route unâ€" til August 2. As of last Monday, there will be only reduced bus service as the twin cities‘ bus drivers enjoy summer holidays. But there was no bus. I paced anxiously as the final minutes ticked by, sealing my fate at the office. Within a few short passes of the second hand, it would be impossible to seat myâ€" self industriously behind my desk before the greying superior deemed the day underway. I managed to stumble out to the steaming shelter just as my watch struck the hour of arrival. By Dave Johnston So there I was, jamming back cold toast and warm coffee before racing out to my nearby bus stop to catch my ride to work. waterioo chronicle Mr. Stoner said the shutdown is not as severe as last year, when the practice was first inâ€" stigated as a solution to a 13â€"week bus drivers strike that halted public transit in the twin cities. More routes have been added to the reduced service. Mr. Stoner says actual complaints have been ‘minimal‘"", though exact figures were not available. Page 4 â€" Waterloo Chronicle, Wednesday, July 20, 1977 All outlying areas will have no buses. The buses operating will be on regular schedules though. For the next couple of weeks, resiâ€" dents of Lincoln village, and other Waterloo suburbs will have to find other ways to get around. According to Kitchener Transit manager Ross Stoner, the reduced service will provide bus service to Queen Street Kitchener, Stanley Park, Forest Hill, the Main Line (King Street) and the Fairway plaza and Westmount areas. ‘We‘ve had more enquiries than comâ€" plaints. More people want to know what buses are still running and those are not complaints.‘‘ Mr. Stoner said the shutdown is probably a temporary solution to providing more summer holiday time for bus drivers. He said his deâ€" partment has completed a study which sugâ€" gests alternative methods of providing the necessary 126 weeks of summer holiday time. for drivers. Though no details of the alternatives will be released until city councils study the sitâ€" uation, Mr. Stoner said it is possible that the bus shutdown will not remain in its present state. + "It was just a tool to settle the strike. We are in the process of monitoring this year‘s shutdown for public input. If the public does not object, another form of shutdown may be a viable alternative next year." The final decision for ratifying the bus serâ€" vice situation will be made by municipal govâ€" ernment. Armed with the transit department‘s alternative system report and the public‘s opinion of this year‘s shutdown, the local poliâ€" ticrians will etch out next year‘s method of providing bus service and holidays for bus drivers. And as long as the public does not raise too loud an outcry, one wonders how much revamping the reduced service schedule will Bus Stops subscriptions : $10 a year in Canada. $12 a year in United States and Foreign Countries Editor: Mary Stupart Advertising Manager: Wolfgang Ursche! Publisher: James M. Boland Weddings are for women. During the entire ritual, as practised in our society, men are inarticulate, inept, and in the way. â€" o _ o _ This was my conclusion after attending the recent wedding of a niece. Not that it wasn‘t a lovely wedding. It was. She‘s a grand and beautiful girl, Lynn Buell of Brockville, and with the aid of her young sister Pam, her remarkably calm mother, and her fairly distraught father, she came through the ceremony with flying colors. n adntnistuitatt Linidaintntiiadniatitetiatiisintsindbntrs. â€" nintlcibiindindxtiindiitl is Albhirbmants. Arsc:.â€" ambbnt s She even ‘"‘did fairly well for herself," as we used to say. She hooked a doctor. Well, at any rate, a medical student. All she has to do is support him for three or four years, and they‘ll be rolling in medicare. He seems like a decent, inoffensive chap, like all the other males at the wedding. At least he had on a shirt and tie, and didn‘t want to get married in jeans and beads and a caftan, like so many young punks these days. He doesn‘t even have a beard, so he may be OK . But he was practically unnoticed, there was such a craning of necks among the women, to see what and why each other was wearing. o _ Please don‘t get the idea that I‘m down on weddings. I think they are fine, and T‘ll go down to the church on a nice summer day with the best of them, and get a prickâ€" ling at the nape of my neck, and reach over and hold the old lady‘s hand when the parson intones, ‘"for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer,‘"‘ and all that stuff that makes your hair stand on end with hindsight. And I don‘t mind the two or three hundred dollars it cost me to attend. Not at all. The last wedding I was at â€" my daughter‘s â€" cost five times that, and all I‘ve got out of it is two grandbabies and the establishment of the Bill Smiley Benevolent Fund which caters to indigent daughters, their husbands, and any offspring they may have. Nor did it bother me in the slightest that I had to drive 600 miles, round trip. to see my niece given away. There was a torrential rain all the way there, and heat and a hangover from a magnificent reception all the way home, but that goes with the territory. What I did mind, just slightly, now, was the frenzy of preparation during the three weeks before the wedding. Right from the beginning, I was aware that I was going to be stuck for a wedding dress, one of those creations that women can wear once and never again, unless they have some sense, which most women don‘t have, when it comes to a wedding. t†i pppppopappramman oys & | TE X ‘*’éy * C & ,/\/‘:‘;(â€"â€"h»- e /: * . ? * Zâ€"_ on en ) } Qu UNEMPLOYMENT l““ u“" â€" SORRREEEE MUSN‘T OVERLOAD THE BOAT... Since she started sewing a year or so ago, she thinks she can tackle anything in the haute couture line. I granted that she could whip out a golf skirt or pair of smashing slacks in a. day, and knock off Tâ€"shirts for the midgets in the family while the dishes were soaking, but I was leery about her tangling with a wedding dress. First week was sheer hell. I told her to knock out a "little, white dress" for the wedding, and she came up with some old wives‘ tale that you can‘t wear white to a wedding â€" that‘s reserved for the bride. However, I just shrugged this off. You can‘t take it with you, no matter what route you choose to go. _______ _ But little did I realize that my wife was going to do three things simultaneously: create her own costume for the wedding; lose 10 pounds; and get a tan. Just try it, ladies. She is one of those people who don‘t know their own limitations, demand perfection, and drive everyone around them straight out of his skull. Third week. The material she chose was raw Indian silk. Great stuff to work with. Look at it sideways and it reâ€" sembles a newspaper that‘s been left out in the rain. â€" In addition, the sun didn‘t shine for tanning, and the diet seemed a dead loss. Second week was a repeat. But she did make a panic trip to the city to buy material, the sun shone for one day, and she lost a pound and a half. _ c In the midst of it all, so wound up about weddings are women, she found time to dash out and buy me a pair of pants and fine new white shirt. I was going to wear my old gray flannels that I bought three years ago for $18 and a clean golf shirt. The pants are a bit lumpy around the pockets from carrying keys, $6 in change, and golf balls, and the shirt has a cigarette burn in the collar, but otherwise they‘re fine. But the sun shone. She stole a halfâ€"hour a day from her 10â€"hour sewing stint for sunâ€"bathing. And suddenly the scales began to work, instead of sticking, as they had been for two weeks. There was no way she was going to get me to buy a pair of black shoes, so she said I could wear my hushâ€" puppies and she‘d say I forgot my dress shoes. _ _ Not only did she finish a real zappo of a skirt with a matching vest, but a polkaâ€"dot blouse to go under it. New shoes, of course, a tan, and â€" believe it or not â€" a brand new figure with almost 15 pounds vanished into thin air. She was a knockâ€"out. o â€"â€"â€"Wï¬;dér'l"it‘ï¬bmen put all this creativity and willâ€"power into something besides a wedding? Weddings â€"]NFLATION