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PAGE 6 â€"â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, MAY 30, 1984 Waterfoo Chronkcle : ‘‘I‘ve got a better idea," said his coâ€"worker. ‘"Why don‘t we just sod the entire yard, leave it for a year, and come back and see where the children have worn the path. That way we‘ll know which route they prefer, and our sidewalk will serve its intended purpose. In the mind‘s eye of the poet, the painter, the composer, Spring is hot stuff. It is Oh to be in England now that April‘s there (Browning). It is a bunch of gals in long nighties scattering petails as they dance in the gladsome glade (Boticelli). It is lambs gambolling to the notes of the shepherd‘s pipes (Beethoven). So I‘m afraid I‘ll have to go along with Samuel Butler, who had a more prosaic view of Spring. Of course, Sam, though he was an Englishman, had visited Canada, as witness those immortal lines ‘"Oh God! Oh Montreal! *‘ He stated flatly that Spring Classify video eassettes, by all means. But then let community standards decide what should or shouldn‘t be on the shelves. Or does the government believe our judgment is not to be trusted? If there‘s no market for an item, it won‘t be around long. And if there is, shouldn‘t we let that be a matter of personal â€" and private â€" choice? is ‘"an overâ€"praised season ... more Monday, Consumer Minister Robert Elgie introduced legislation giving the Ontario Censor Board power to not only classify home video cassettes but also censor them when necessary. As well, video retailers and distributors in Ontario will have to be licensed in the same manner as movie theatres now are. Without rehashing an argument that can be brought to no universallyâ€"acceptable conclusion, let‘s just say ‘Elgie‘s move to classify video flicks is a good one. It will not only give guidelines to operators on what they are offering, but also help the general public by telling people exactly what they can expect when they rent or buy such items. But after that, we question government intervention in an entertainâ€" ment practice that is strictly a matter of private and individual choice. Are we condoning pornography? No way. We deplore any and all depictions of violent, exploitative behaviour, be it sexual or otherwise. Especially towards women and children as so much of today‘s sleazy trash seems to be directed. Now, that may be all very true in Europe, where those birds operated, and where Spring is indeed a bewitching seductress that makes the senses reel. But I am not, to my regret, a poet, the only painting to which I can point with pride is my storm windows, I can barely make a tune discernible on the kazoo, and most important of all, I am a Canadian. Elgie claims the government is not going to stand idly by while "purveyors of porn‘‘ flood the video market. Do we need this? As the two workers went about sodding the new school yard, one turned to the other and asked where the best place would be to build the sidewalk. ‘"Let‘s build it right in front of the school straight in from the street,"‘ he said. And as it is with sidewalks, so should it be with video cassettes, and the extent of control the provincial governâ€" ment has over them. 18 Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 Far too often these days we seem to be reminded that this Registration Number 5540 established 1854 published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterioo Record Ltd., owner 225 Fairway Rd.S., Kitchener, Ont. Waterioo Chronicle office is located in the Harper, Haney and White Law Office Building (rear entrance, upper floor). Parking at the rear of the building. Open Monday to Friday, 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m address correspondence to Waterioo office: 45 Erb St. E., Waterloo, Ont. N2J 1L7, telephone 886â€"2830 remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes." Spring, for the average resident of Ontario, is like heaven, something to be looked forward to with a certain hearty optimism, mingled with a slight doubt about its eventual appearance. Only about once in ten years does Spring actually materialize in this country. Then the natives go completely haywire. Forâ€" getting the other nine cold, dreary springs, they whip off their long underwear, go for long walks in the woods, and fall deeply in love, though not necessarily in that order. Of course, they catch severe headcolds, get blisters and lost, and marry people they normally wouldn‘t be seen dead in a ditch with. It‘s also a time of promise. Every Spring I promise myself I‘ll put in a garden this year, and a few weeks later promise myself again I‘ll get at the garden right after opening day of the trout season. and later still that I‘ll get the screens ©_ This Publisher: Paul Winkler Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell Spring beauty Bill Smiley Syndicated columnist â€"It is written ‘"As long as I‘ve got some guy beside me asking the questions, I‘ll be alright." goes on right through until fall, and even then I‘m promising to get the storm windows on. My mother told me I was a promising boy one time, and it went to my head. I‘ve been promising ever since. There‘s no denying, though, that spring is a time of resurgence of life. There‘s nothing so heartwarming as the sight of the annual spring crop of babies, out on display in the pram parade on the first sunny day. Their slim young mothers, who were girls just last fall, have a new beauty and dignity as they sail along three abreast, pushing honest taxpayers into the gutter. For our senior citizens, spring is the most wonderful gift of all. They have been dicing with death all winter, and as the sun warms their old bones, they know they have won another toss, and a welcome respite, before they have to pick up said bones and shake, rattle and roll them again. For the kids, there are drains to make., And get 4o«‘ han p pff the. des k‘ boats g0 float, puddles to wade through, and lovely mud that squishes underfoot. Threats, orders and imprecations from their harassed mothers, trying to cope with the annual flood of muddy footprints and wet shirtâ€"tails, have no more effect than rain on a duck. For the farmer, spring means another nine months of breaking his back for peanuts. For the sailor, it means leaving the wild scramble of family life for the comparative calm of life on the deep. For the housewife, it is a time to attack the house like the Assyrian coming down on the fold. For young lovers, it is a time to act even sillier than usual. Whatever it means to us, and even if it doesn‘t arrive until the 30th of June, to be immediately transplanted by a hot sumâ€" mer, it‘s the only thing that makes it worthwhile to battle our way through the winter. The year spring fails to arrive at all, I want somebody to take me out quietly behind the barn and shoot me. Hockey personality Don Cherry remarking on the success of his newâ€"found career in broadcasting. SEE PAGE 14