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mm a.» Mast mm Nun-her um mo ‘854 wo~mmm.mv.mv s. One of the big stories for the various media in the Twin Cities this summer is the' fact that, generally speaking, nothing is happening here. Excitement plus, as in watching the grass grow. it seems every day some bizarre, worthless angle surfaces in print or on the air waves. all in the name of filling a news Maw-“re not as lucky here in Waterloo though. We don't have a character like Kitchener Ald. Will Ferguson to help us construct such gems. _ _ _ . . If ever so irtt1Viiiama was chronicled by so many for so long a time for so few reasons, Ferguson's beans and wieners Ouncheon Thursday at Speakers Corners has to take the cake. Ferguson, the fiery little watchdog on Kitchener council, is also Kitchener's New Democratic Party candidate in the next federal election. And, though he can hardly be blamed for doing so, Ferguson is making the most of any publicity he earn create while mish-mashing in the interim in municipal of ice. The latest sore point in his mind involves the stipulation by the federal government that Kitchener council stage a 5500 media luncheon to publicize its Gas Distribution System Expansion Program. That rider was attached to a 3175.000 Ottawa grant to the city, and Ferguson, outraged at the apparent plug for the Liberal government, countered the media bash with a whiners, oops, wieners and beans bare bones smorg prepared at the K-W Labor Centre, and dished up to bleeding heart passers-by at Speakers Corners. Of course Ferguson's ploy was every bit the grab at publicity that the feds' bash was. Ottawa sought to promote its program by going to the best available means of communications, and so did Ferguson in waving his crying towel. It was a prime vehicle for Wee Willy, the champion of the underdog, to ride into the spotlight and he did so in predictably flying colors. That various media went along for the ride though, especially those high and mighty types who lauded Ferguson and condemned the supposed "palm-greasing" of the program media event is lamentable. Every medium in K-W in some way shape or form uses its position to advantage and to do so while casting stones in the direction of others in inex- cusable. Ct LITTLE old Susannah Moodie. the gentle, iroes-tsearted, misplaced English- woman, whose diaries have become the touchstone of Campaign Lit.erapre. the If Will Ferguson wants to take his place as chairman of the Harper Valley PTA, so be it. But we in the media shouldn't encourage his actions by accepting the role of hypocritical underlings. WG-9; of survival in the Canadian wilderness. She wrote the title of this r"--. She was about as Canadian as my great-great-great-grandfather. who was digging peat and potatoes about the time she composed her literary masterpieces. And about as Canadian as Frederick Philip Grove, a Finn, Swede, German - take your pick --. who wrote interminable stories about now. utter he moved - or escaped - to Canada. Everyone. except me, begins his/her Donut mm with those two. They're “Luna- 1 use: or two. 'iiiiGiGr'itttktidee'yee"lotre, have can“ Ho nape-our ashes if she'd pic “I"? - " n meetrt le?.! up aha; an ac aaikiit"riH. Hill of beans published every Wednesday by Fmay Pats. a MW at tctcttenor-Watkoo Record Ltd., owner 225 Funny mrs., Knchonor, Ont BILL SMILEY 'e-OOC-a-Cots-Stn-ere-o-eller, "cTd"iGUiTsi"ii'riiiaiTGrGGrrk-yt?yr Primate!“ mum meanay BSD-1n Iosmpm _ (WW w‘Wueda "hee 44 turns: h totertoo. um NN IL! manna True. there was bush. True, there were some weird characters about. True, the flies and skeeters were hostile. But roughing it? She'd have torn up her manuscripts and got on with making bread or maple syrup or digging a new baiK house, or whatever turned her crank. , The roughest part of the trip was fighting the holiday traffic. The second roughest part was listening to non-stop stories about deer that were shot at no yards, bear that were 12 feet tall, gnd gun! -tishthatrequiredthreemenandatiioeh and tackle to get wayward. _ _ _ Yes, I wentvon a fishing weekend. as l threatened in an earlier column. Boys oh boys, it was rxtugtt., - - threatenedinaneaHier column. Boysoh Lasttimelwns 'itattunteamp,ttsemtty boys,it was rough. thing" ever wuhed weremarutttis,attd Droveemius.Flew89mintttes.Caanp Wont teet,when we Ml In the hadatHtueMthicecubes,hottutdotld lake. runaingwiter,a-neeoeirstove,attd I'd warned my wife mulwngolngw - you Ira-1W0 this - a eaupet gtNitt'tt2r2odrghetr.t,lt "rdirer.iarlr_eq-aghtrttaptt-- 'rtgtstVeartnedstqwandrtatr.'Nttt Mwumbhmdm hthbnveumthhadoceutJlkeaM Hunger Bill Karttes Editor aid Campbell Paul Winner ' f" atuit, , TATTOO Whadda weekend r--tt is written “I had to write a letter to them explaining that Laurier was born in the province of Quebec, Saskatchewan, and that be was already dead." this had a touch of the exotic: a wild rose growing between the two seats. Night before I left, one of "the boys" phoned and told me to bring some heavy line, because the annuities were moving in and sobbing up those tive-pound bass. I might as well have taken a piece of cotton thread from my wifels sewing niaqhine. Now, rm not knocking it. I had a tine weekend. But it's a bit much when you have to keep moving your test because someone wants to clean the carpet under them. And Ws entirely too much when you we guys washing their armpits, at a hunting pump. in hot water. _ _ WLU Information director Richard Tayior. explaining a request from the Saskatchewan Centennial Committee a few. tearl tgo for Sir iririGirGiGGiiAiGe at théir celeKrations. chop, (on: when I got home. Expected to eat some fish. Know what we had for dinner, first night? Young, tender leg of lamb, and not that frozen stuff. With mint sauce natural- ly. Fresh young carrots and potatoes, Dessert. Wine with dinner. Second night was pretty ordinary. Just two pork chops each, with apple sauce. and again. fresh vegetables. And wine. And it wasn't just thrown on the table. The cooks served you at your place. All you had to do was push your wine glass or coffee cup past a big, hairy arm. and it was filled immediately. Roughing it! Lunches were pretty rudimentary, thouats,andttvttiesecooCdaytwas getting sore that i had to make my own. There was nothing but sarAinet, tuna. cold Lair, ERIE?" itudaits e" ol'ulad; W's ii'iii',lt1?ir' and mm 'att manhunt Montana“. U» (Continual on all. 2n - SEE PAGE It