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lillriiEiiiEiiiEE Seagram Museum honored by paper's efforts r-Carrier Corner On behalf of The Seagram Museum I would like to commend The Waterloo Chronicle for your coverage not only of the Museum opening but also during our building period over the last few years. Your souvenir supplement about The Seagram Museum was a particularly fine effort. especially in light of the fact that you also published a regular issue that week. The supplement stands as a credit to all involved. including Rick Campbell, Greg Cassidy, Pat Arbuckle, Melodee Martinuk. and Janet Schenk. "viiiniGiirra Moseum is truly honored by your efforts. Our sincerest thanks. It is time to introduce what we feel has the potential to be the most interesting feature the Waterloo Chronicle has ever offered. It is, quite simply, entitled "A Space of Our Own" and exactly as the name implies, it is space each week that will be devoted to our readers and ourselves for the sole purpose of expression. It may be your personal expression of opinion (controversial or otherwise). it may be an interesting piece you think our readers would enjoy reading. it may be expression of your words viayottry or prose (we love short stories! y, it may be expression of image through photographs you have taken. artwork you have drawn, sketches or cartoons you have constructed. For years this newspaper has had people asking us why we don't have a poet's corner, whether we'd print their photographs, whether they could write a guest column. whether we could use an old photograph dug up while moving. Now, this is your chance. and our chance too. iiiiira"r"sUtiaiGaSd contributing to A Space of Our Own in various ways., _ "iiuiinTd/iGatrG'i all the people in Waterloo, from seniors who have drawn their first piece of art at age 72. Don't let them do it again. So they get University Avenue extension fim ished and now all they have to do is simply extend Westmount Road South through the vacant campus land to join with Northfield Drive so we'll have a high quality cross-town route. Right? Wrong! Now that they know West- mount North will have to be extended to the University Avenue extension anyway, they now want to first destroy the scenic Beaver Creek Road and historical bridge while they have a chance. An archaeological site and the serenity of the Conservation Au- Len Camache. Public Relations/Marketing Manager. Ruth Ann Bean A Space of Our Own Will they destroy serenity? Yours truly, He's sorry about closing of Horseshoe After 15 years of serving delicious food at reasonable prices, it is sad to see that the Horseshoe Restaurant hay logo. . The people who operated the Horseshoe worked very hard, often long hours to please their customers. I used to go in there after work for pie and coffee and on Sundays after church for bacon and eggs. Fond memories include seeing former mayor Don Meston in there at lunch or dinner time. I hear their new location is scheduled to open around September of this year and I wish these good people all the best and continued good luck. They have always provided good service and above all have treated the people well. thority lands too. That way they can have two urban corridors besides each other when one will do. In the future they will be back wanting to build a third corridor out by Erbsville Road because, as they've proven, the more the better. Great if youve a regional highway engineer. not so great if you live in Waterloo. Yell and scream and tell your neighbour that all we want is West- mount Road extended. no more and no less. Otherwise you pay the 6.4 million dollar pricetag. . (LL. Boyd Waterloo, Ontario This week the Chronicle carrier spotlight falls on M-year-old Ruth Ann Bean. Ruth Ann, a grade nine student at WCI, delivers the Chronicle in the Austin. High, Columbia, Bagel and city She has a number of current hobbies, including baton. art, mo- delling. jazz dance and music (violin). Once finished high school, Ruth Ann plans to continue pursuing a modelling career. We wish her all the best in that endeavour. iidif sirdets area of the to budding (perhaps frustrated?) writers in their 30s. to bright young university and high school students looking for a place to express their creativity, and especially to elementary school students. We'd like nothing better to hear that teachers have assigned a class project or subject for youngsters to write about, things like Father's Day, Canada Day, who the next leader of our country should be, that sort of thing. We do ask that if you are submitting photographs, make sure they are clear and will easily convert from color to black and white in the newspaper. if color photos are being submitted. We want’em all, baby pictures. animal shots, scenery, proud parents at a graduation, whatever. They can be amateur or professional, but please make sure to include all information such as names. places, dates, and for technical buffs. a description of the method used if you wish. Prose or poetry should be no longer that three pages double-spaced. and as with rrhotoeraphs-artwoth, car- toons and so on should be easily transferable from original to camera to newspaper page. “$5; Gaairiraiiv- Wilhrsonie at the items waiting to appear in A Space of Our Own. Our f1rst feature will be Brent Coney Waterloo. Ont. This is an advice column. Not like Dear Abby or Ann Landers. People ask for their advice. -iGrit-iirvrit every so often whether I’m asked or not. _ _ . I happened to notice on the weekend that the calendar has turned to June. Know what that means of course. Graduations. end of school final exams. Proms, and - the distribution of high school yearbooks. That's today's topic. Yearbooks. Dumb topic, eh? No it isn't. The weekend papers were full of how high school proms are making a big comeback after a decade-long identity crisis. I think that's neat, gives the guys a chance to play Lance Romance in grand style (take your parents' Seville for the night, leave them the Citation), and gives the girls an old-fashioned opportunity to get outa the Kleins and into the gowns for a night of fun and frolic. And forget all that bunk about Proms being dehumanizing. that they are only for the beautiful set - look how good-looking l am and the closest I ever got to a high school prom was holding the family dog out of the picture while Mom snapped an instamatic of my sister and beau. Proms are like summer jobs. you have to get working on them right after Christmas or come June you‘re left holding, the sequin bag. -irdi"t'GiUkikting iih topic. Well, not really. Your graduation prom can be a lifelong Temort,Aeod one as long as a) you don't drink too much spiked punch. or b) don't get into a tight with the guy who owns the Seville, in which case you' ll look pretty stupid thumbing a ride in a long gown. or c) go to the prom with the most colossal bore on two legs. just so you can always say you went. But the best memory you can preserve of your high school days is through the yearbook. Hope your school still has one. Get one. And keep it always. That's my advice for the day. "'ié'a'riybbigf 'iiie way we were. Of course, the printed content is only half the fun. _ I used to get furious as captain of the golf team, because they always said it was too late to take our pictures in May, that we were past deadline. Like this column. And then there was the time Ingrid Lubgins posed for a silhouette shot in a body stocking. and kept the cafeteria crowd guessing whether she was wearing anything. And who could forget the turbulent early 70's, when we were so caught up in the backlash of student revolution that the section Stu- dent Lite in our yearbook featured a title page of a cemetery? But as I said, the stuff that was in the yearbook was only half the fun. It was always fun to give out the Miss Priss award. to the student who managed to get their mug in the most number of yearbook shots (usually someone in WATERLOO comm. WEDNESDAY. JUNE 6. 1964 - PAGE , Rick Cai‘mpboll Chronicle Editor Yearhoolkiies a personal glimpse of Jeanne Sauve, our new Governor- General. as seen through the eyes of former Wilfrid Laurier University Alumni president Tom Ramautar- singh, now a history teacher in Georgetown. In future weeks, we'll hear what some elementary school youngsters feel about smoking, and Chronicle sports writer Richard O'Brien has some unique photographs he's dying to share with our readers. Why not join in the fun? Write us a poem. a story, an opinion piece, a personal reflection, send us that photograph (with a S.A.S.E. for returning purposes) or drawing. have your poet's club submit samples of its work. Don't consider yourself too average or without talent. you have just as much right to sing your song as anyone else, and now, you have the chance. A Space of Our Own _ for the people of Waterloo Please address all correspondence to: Waterloo Chronicle "A Space of Out Own" 45 Ertt St. E. Waterloo. Onutlo NM IL? att: luck Campbell. editor charge of layout). And everyone had a good laugh when you went through the class individual photos to find out why Don Snobgrass didn't show you his wallet-sized in January. The idiot, Photo Day and he forgot to wash his hair. And if you are graduating, you usually get to write a little auto-bio, don't you. When we were in grade 13, we were, but we spiced things up by trading and letting someone else write our bio for us. My mother was really thrilled when I was touted to become best-educated janitor at Woodbine racetrack. Then again, I was the author of a mini-calamity in itself when I said a buddy's dream was to settle in a cottage in the woods with a certain J .W. Ahern, only problem was his girlfriend's initials were LS. Spoil- sport nixed it before final proofing. The best part of the yearbook tradition is going around on the final day of school getting everyone to sign your book. I thought it was a stupid ritual in grades 9-12. "Oh Booobbeeeeeee, you have to put your John Henry in my year- boooooooook." So Bob Fraktrak writes “all the best, John Henry" and she screams "you idiot. you’ve ruined my yearbook!" But in grade 13. things change. You suddenly realize that a lot of these people you’ve shared seven, eight, nine years with, might no longer be a part of your life. Luckily. I realized it about 9: 05 a.m. our second-last day of school, and furiously went around getting chicken- scratchings lrom all of them. Our class was the conniving type. We asked our first-period teacher if we could sign autographs instead of listening to her year-end summary speech, and had such a good time doing so we repeated the practice for the next four periods. So by fifth period, I had all sorts of stupid sayings written in my book. upside down, sideways, backwards, in French. in pig-latin, whatever. - Jam's Gi" big Dick from the Vala Dick (torian)." A -- "an‘t meet your Waterloo in Water- loo, ha, ha." . - -- "Best of luck to the best-looking golfer (she never said that in eight straight years of homeroom together) I have ever known. (Or maybe she didn't know many golfers-.) X ine touching lines (you know that gag)" . A - - . . "Thanks for saying it was you who talked Rico, another detention and I would have been up the river for three days." ""TAu revoir, Richard (from a loser who got 63 in French).", _ Those crazy, crazy yearbook mes- sages. I can remember most without even looking them up, and they remain to this day a treasured part of my past. Hope yours will too. Also hope they reserve a space in the sports section for a picture of your golf team. What is this deadline crap, anyway?