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PAGE 6 - WATEKOO CMrttMttXE What is it they say - statistics are for losers? Well, when it comes to gauging the generosity of the citizens of K-W, "they" don't know what they're talking about. Because-in the last month alone, the people of this area have proved themselves winners by solidly contributing to several high-profile fund-raising events, to say nothing of the numerous smaller fundraisers which while not as large in scale, are Just as important to the individuals involved. - any Jun; av Ill-rv- a“..- -v ...v ---_-. ___..._~ -___ - The point being, that despite the fact K-W and area has an unemployment rate (August) of 11.7 per cent, as compared to the 10.1 per cent provincial average, our people have not scrimped when it comes to supporting the cause of the poor, the underprivileged, the disabled. Second Class nun mug-un- Number 5540 established 1854 published every Wednesday try Fairway Press, a division ot Kitchener-Waterioo Record Ltd., owner a“ 225 Fairway mrs., Kitchener, Ont. Granted, some events fell below expectations, such as Bunny Waechter’s wheelchair marathon for Ontario March of Dimes. But in general, totals reached locally in events such as the Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy Telethon, the WLU Shinerama campaign to support Cystic Fibrosis research, and last weekend's Terry Fox Run for the Marathon of Hope, all bear witness to the fact that this community has a heart of gold when dealing with the opening of pursestrings for worthwhile causes. While we're on a roll, so to speak, in terms of recognizing the need of-others, it should be noted that right around the corner is the kick-off for the 1983 Federated Appeal Community Fund Drive Campaign. As the fund-raising arm of the 30 agencies it supports, Federated Appeal has targeted a slightly more modest goal for 1983 of $1.3 million based on the present economic profile and will emphasize its agencies and their specific needs when appettlingfor funds to meet that figure. .. "iiiiGir"airGriaiAd," be those who Ery they are being asked to go to the well once too often, whether it be to support Federated Appeal pr the next, worthy charity.“ There must be something sweet about our big old house. We've all heard about somebody having a bee in his bonnet. But a hornet in the bathroom? I just killed a dirty big brute a few minutes ago, disposed of the corpse, sat down at my typewriter and heard an ominous sound, like a tiny chain saw, looked up for the source and saw three more of the beasts crawling on a window. A great pleasure _ TGi raiiriaiGaLGAas demonstrated ii the past month that somewhere that extra dollar or 50 cents ean_he fought: "'""rivirrGUrGs-Ardrjr' Aght to partake in life's little pleasures - but don't forget - one of life's greatest pleasures games from helping fellow man. . With nothing else handy. I picked up a particularly waspish letter from one of my readers and beat them to 'death with no apologies to conservationists. You don't play around with hornets. ' PIC, unvuuu "ll-ll Ilvlllyyo. They'd obviously crawl.in the open bathroom window after being "extermim ated" by the chaps doing brick-work on the house. They'd run across a nest in the bricks and thought they'd killed all the hornets with an aerosol "bomb." They hadn't. "$38116 thaitviou’ve Show; that in the past, and continue in whatever way you can, to show it in the future. During the summer, one of my grand- boys was stung by wasps. cosily nesting in a wood-pile. We eliminated them with a vicious counter-attack. Last week. my wife, touring the outside of the house to check the bricks. came across a huge, old-fashioned bee-hiire oGaii, a To bee or not to bee Wat-100 Gilead. tttttco a beam an the Hamel. Honey and While G,riiirici iriiaira “WW T/G; Enrica, V 7 ' upon Moi) Pam-no at the my 06 tho bulang Open “may to Fad-y. 900 am to soo p m My; corretedeoce to Waterloo Mrtce " Ertt St. E., Waterloo, Ont NN IL7, teUtthoew was.) attached to a corner of a window. It was not uninhabited. as a little careful obser- vance proved. - _ A - A _ I had experience as a kid with these things. We'd find them in the woods. get a long stick to knock them down. and usually get well stung in the process. Woke up when my wife came in, beaming as though she'd just won a lottery. She'd climbed a ladder and bombed the bee-hive, silly nit. without even having me there to hold the ladder for her. Anyway, we got rid of that lot. A few years ago I was having a new roof put on the house. The roofers ripped open a homet's nest and the neighbors were treated to the sight of three men doing what appeared to be a Spanish fandango 30 feet up in the air. It was funny, but not to the roofers. who were badly stung. So, it was down to the store to get a "bomb." The instructions said to use it at dawn or at dusk. when the bees are quiet. I decided to do the job at dusk, so had a little snooze after dinner. To bee or not to bee, I hope that is no longer the question. I don't want to wind up with s bee in my bonnet about bees. wasps and hornets. But I wish they'd go and build Publisher: Paul Winkler Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell Somebody stuck two lines of stakes with red tops around two sides of my house. Somebody else put dabs of paint of various hues all over my lawn. Green, yellow and red. I suppose one's the Bell. another's the gas company. and the third is the public utilities. or maybe Just someone who likes painting lawns. I've never seen any of the mysterious painters. and am beginning to grow uneasy. If they all start putting in cables and gas lines and water lines under my lawn, anything could happen, with today's workmen. Can't you imagine them getting all tangled up down there? Pick up the telephone and you get an electric shock. Turn on the tap and gas hisses out. Flip on your fumce and water comes gushing up through"the ducts. A lot of other strange things' went on this past summer. The back of my house looks naked, after being covered for years by a beautiful vine. Had the whole thing torn off because it was creeping into my brickwork like an octopus. somewhere else. We've had workmen hurtling in and out all summer carrying pipes and things. as " BILL SMILEY We had family from the middle of June to the middle of August, three days holidays, then more family. Two 90th birthdays in the connection. Mi" heart sank as that letter arrived near the end of August, that cheery little letter from the high school principal, telling us about Opening Day. I felt as if I'd had no holidays at all. we switch to gas. We've had men come and dig up the lawn in the wrong place, replace the sod sloppily, and leave another gash that will turn brown and die. We've been awakened every morning by great thuds and pounding as the brick- work progresses. But I feel sorry for the masonry men. They just get their scaffold up and the rain comes pelting down. They sit in their truck until it clears up. climb the scaffold, and get soaked in another shower. . And I hope you had a grand holiday, too especially if you took it in August, which was more like October. To cad it all, I'm broke. New furnace and brick-work cleaned me out. Painting the house will have to wait until next sum- mer.