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*‘*Do you want to represent us in the 125th anniversary wparade next Saturday, Rick?" _ the way. ; immeortals. "And everyone was saying ‘hey, look, there ‘"*Oh, come on, it‘ll be so lovely, we get our own car with goes Hot Lips and Klinger‘Yexcept we weren‘t dressed up the Chronicle‘s name:â€"on the side, it‘ll be an honor," like them. So we thought, what the heck, if it gives the claimed Karla Wheeler, our outgoing editar who is such a kids a thrill, let‘s try it. So here we are." â€" positive thinker she could findltme happiness in a train ‘‘*And Greg," I queried. "Are you on any float.‘" wreck. ‘"Uh, no." > *‘Nope, forget it," I said sticking to my guns. "If Santa Well, I fumed, how could one of »laterloo’s most prized Claus doesn‘t have to be in one, neither do I." institutions not be in the city‘s 125th parade? So you can guess where I was at 4:30 p.m. last *‘Then you will join us, me and Bill, if our car ever arâ€" ‘Saturday afternoon. At a ballgame? Soccer match? On rives." â€" the golf course? * ‘"Okay," said Walton, eyes suddenly lighting up. Nope. In car 48A of the 125th parade. _ "One thing, Greg." . Damn women editors. "What‘s that?" © ° ‘"‘Hey partner," piped Bill to a chauffeur who seemed to know what he was doing. "Is this 48A? *‘*No, it‘s a *38, you can tell by the front grill, the 38‘s have this chrome ..." And so went a zany preâ€"parade, which also included Kâ€"W Record rerl&er Barry Ries doing an interview with a cow (he‘s hard on his women) on the Woolwich Agricultural Society float, Pat Baird (of moving fame) and wife Elsie doing a marvellous imitation of M*A*S*H‘s Klinger and Hot Lips, and Greg Walton wandering into the confusion, obviously taken aback by the pageantry, if spitting tobacco on his own boot is any indication. The Bairds were priceless. "It allâ€" stems from the fact I collect army jeeps as a hobby," offered Pat, who embarrassingly enough, _*‘Nope," I rejoined without hesitation, fearfully inu\gming the verbal bullets I would have to dodge along Believe me, it wasn‘t the easiest assignment finding car 48A in Saturday“; preâ€"parade chaos of floats, marching bands, dignitaries, dogs, cats, pigs, cows and so on. At least 16 organizers all had the same reply when my buddy and boss Bill Karges and T questioned its whereabouts: > * "48A" Yes, that‘s on the west side of Allen, in section ve." ~Each time we were told that, Bill and I would return to the spot. Our spot was there, but no convertible. ""I think we should go searching for it," I declared to Bill, who had spent much of the afternvon around his ‘"*Oh, come on, it‘ll be so lovely, we get our own car with the Chronicle‘s name:â€"on the side, it‘ll be an honor," claimed Karla Wheeler, our outgoing editar who is such a positive thinker she could find true happiness in a train Believe me, it wasn‘t the easiest assignment finding ‘"Okay bud," he acquiesced. **Let‘s try over at all those red antique cars." So we Everyone loves a parade. ___... especially our Rick Campbell who took part in Saturday‘s 125th event ~_~ ~~" ~..~~B their Hvely apund. _ [ 4 7 ::%; City of Waterâ€" Parade Marshail Haroid Wagner and wife Nina wave to *‘*Nice legs," yelled a curvaceous groupie from the Chronicle office, obviously in reference to my gorgeous gams, since they were the only ones on display. And so it went on, up King, across Central, up Albert and down Seagram to the stadium, where many fans and dignitaries waited for the band portion of the spectacular to begin. _ _ As J sensed the joyride coming to an end, 1 reflected * And so we were off, in the rear portion of the parade. Greg, our star attraction, was in front with Dave, while Bifl and I lounged on the back seats pretending everyone who was waving and hooting at Greg was actually paying tribute to us. And to be fair, some were. ‘"‘Is there any way I can get a free paper in Kitchener?" bellowed one bystander moments after our {lakeoff up King St. to our final destination, Seagram Stadium and the gala band competition. ‘‘There‘s the Waterioo Chronicle float â€" hey you guys, I get your paper all the time,"" chirped a sudsâ€"swallower from a second storey balcony on King. * ‘"Good toâ€"hear," was my polite reply. ;Ykeh.lgetittocutoutthemnkcoupomevery week." Now if that doesn‘t warm the cockles ...‘ ' ‘‘Hey Campbell, that your new sports editor?" barked back on the previous 32 minutes and decided that participating wasn‘t such a hassle after all. _ f Seriously, it was anything but, and what made me feel so good was not only that the city had shown itself big time in yet another wonderfully wellâ€"run event, but that there were actually people out there who offered warm applause to the Chronicie car. Not as much your average citizen, but in instances e K . and contrastingly, â€" the â€" fittle .mn“""'..m.."“"‘m.. the sidewalke. It made me feel datn it, maybe w#.do mmwflnchy;hm-"&n‘ past with our promising future. ~ And if that‘s the case, then I can only echo Greg Walton‘s comments when he sald, "It‘s quite an experience, and a ‘deep honor "to be part ‘of this Biess his heart, he meant it. And so do 1. sturing in Greg‘s direction. > $ I could not answer, since that information is yet conâ€" While Marj Soehner of John St. W., Waterioo cradies Amanda, young April marvels at the colortul floats in Saturday‘s parade. f merchants float which took firstâ€"place prize in Saturday‘s paradeâ€"entry competition. _ Photos by â€" Rick Campbell and Ted Rhodes