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PAGE 6 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESOAY, AUGUST 28, 1985 Rather.ironic, isn‘t it, that after ignoring pleas to stand up and be his own man in contesting the recent provincial election, that Frank Miller should regain that image in one of his finest political hours â€" as he accepted the inevitable and stepped down last week as leader of the Ontario Progressive Conservatives. _ This ;;aflsv;'ir-ltage Miller, honest, open, appealing, a truly frank Frank. Of course, it all comes months too late to prevent him being shipped off to politic‘s Hall of Shame. Which is too bad, really, because it means Miller will be forever saddled with the image of fumbling the PC football, when we offer the only thing he should be called for is an inability to juggle the innumerable hot potatoes in his lap â€" most tossed by his own party. Hot potatoes the like of the full funding of separate schools issues shamefully surfacing under Miller‘s popular predeâ€" cessor Bill Davis, but left to him (Miller) to sell to the public. Hot potatoes like sore loser opponents from the PC leadership (?) convention, who worked long and hard behind the scenes to portray their newlyâ€"crowned leader in an unglamorous light. Hot potatoes in the form of a dreadful campaign team who took an affable, intelligent leader behind the scenes and tried (successfully) to bury his rightâ€"ofâ€"centre small "c‘ conservatism under a mountain of pinstripes, rendering him nothing more than a feeble puppet for powerâ€"hungry opponents and vultureâ€"like media folks. Hot potatoes like Archbishop Lewis Garnsworthy, picking a lessâ€"thanâ€"favorable time to liken Davis‘ move to full funding to a Hitlerâ€"like action. And hot potatoes like Miller‘s own inability to rise above adversity, as witnessed by his pathetic Throne Speech reply to the Liberal/NDP pact which sealed his fate and made last week‘s resignation inevitable. Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 An interesting twist to the rise and fall of friendly Frank has surfaced since his resignation â€" he now openly accuses the media of being hellâ€"bent to destruct him, by blowing up his every miscue, by portraying him a wheelingâ€"dealing used car salesman rather than an engineer and scholar, by sticking the knife in at every turn. In that assumption, Miller is neither right nor wrong. It is our feeling. as we stated in an earlier editorial, that the media and Ontario) voters weren‘ t out to get Milier personaily, but weore hellâ€"bent to deimmand accountability and responsibility from the fat cats in Tory Land. When the hodgeâ€"podge Tory campaign didn‘t as much offer a sniff of cither, the media â€" and more importantly, the voters â€" tagâ€"teamed them into oblivion. It would appear the expression "wrong place at the wrong time" was tailorâ€"made in this instance for Frank Miller. He did the honorable thing by stepping down from a position he couldn‘t handle. For their own sake, the Tories would do well to ease the burden for Miller‘s successor. He was carrying one far weightier than a political football. fumble ar na fuâ€" mDie. The Chronicle welcomes letters to the editor. They should be individually signed with name, address and telephone number and will be verified for accuracy. No unsigned letters will be publisised and the Chronicle reserves the right to edit. Against all odds Letters welcome Letters policy published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Watertloo Record Ltd., owner "e. 225 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener, Ont. address correspondence to Waterloo office: 45 Erb St. E., Waterioo, Ont. N2J 117, telephone 886â€"2830 Waterlao Chronicle office is located in the Haney, 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 The Chronicle is proud of its tradition of accuracy and fair play but does acknowledge the possibility of human error. Conâ€" structive criticism of news, opinâ€" tons and advertising is welcome in hopes that all complaints can be resoived. Those who feel further action is needed should address their concern to the Ontario Press Council, 151 Slater St., Suite 708, Ottawa, Ont. K1P 5H3. Press Council Publisher: Paul Winkler Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell established 1854 How to supplement your income when you go into retirement? This is an occupational hazard of potential retirees, who, after living in this country for the past thirty years, know full well that their paper money is going to be good for starting fires with, and not much else, in a decade or so. Canadians are extremely securityâ€"conscious. They don‘t give a diddle about growing. old gracefully. They want to grow old comfortably. It‘s hard to believe. These are the same people whose ancestors came from the fogs of Scotland and the bogs of Ireland and the smogs of England, with plenty of nerve and not much else. They paid their dues with hard work, taking chances, raising arfd feeding huge families. The last things in their minds were pensions, condominiums in the south, the falling dollar, or Ayrabs. They didn‘t need oil; they cut their own wood They couldn‘t even spell condominium. There was no such thing as a pension. The old man was Grampa, and he hung onto his land, bullied his sons, and mademost of the decisions, until he retired to senility and the fireside. ~ ~ The old tady was Gramma,. and she helped birth her grandchildren, bossed her daughters, had a wisdom that only hard living can give, and was buried thankfully, but with copious tears all around. They lived with a certain ugliness: brutal work, vicious weather, cruel child bearing by the women, until they were warped and arthritic and sick in body. Few pleasures like music and books and drama and automatic dishwashers and televi sion and milk in a plastic carton instead of a COW Bui they didn‘ t need two martinis to give them an appetite for dinner. They didn‘t need a couple of Seconal to put them to sleep. or a couple of mood elevators to relieve their depression, or a couple of Valium to relax their muscles They ate like animals, because they worked like horses. They slept like animals because they were exhausted. They didn‘t need mood changers because they had only two or three moods: angry. tired out, or joyful They didn‘t need muscle relaxers because their muscles were too busy to relax Now you may think I‘m making a pitch for "The good old days." I‘m not. I think they were dreadful days. I remember the look on my Dad when he couldn‘t even make a payment on the coal bill. I remember watching my mother. who â€"It is written "We need sameane wha has a political philosophy. a sense of direction _ we need someone who is both the mediator and the gunslinger _ "Ar‘s FRoM») BAGGAGE CONTROL, AND ALREADY HE‘S LOST THREE MARTINIS an‘ RoUrED yulo BEERS AND 4 MILK TO JHE uRONG DESTINATION i Bill Smiley Syndicated columnist With dignity Laxnne Woolstencroft. describing who should tb Frank Miller‘s suceessor SEE PAGHE 1 never cried, weeping over the sewing machine at midnight, when she thought no one was lookâ€" ing. â€" â€" But in those days, people grew old with a certain dignity, if not beauty. They accepted their final illness as "God‘s will.‘""‘ Most people today say, ‘"Why me?" when they are stricken. Today people want to be beautiful when they‘re old. They want to be thought of as "young at heart"‘. They want to be comfortable. They don‘t want to be ill. They dread the cold. They fear poverty. They search, sometimes desperately, for some sort of womb, or cocoon to go back to where they will be safe and warm and fed, and never have to look that grim Old Man straight in the eye And modern economy lets them down. Their hardâ€"earned and hardâ€"saved dollars dwindle into cents. They come close to heart attacks and strokes when they have to pay $3.80 for a pound of beef, 89 cents for a lousy head of lettuce, over a dollar for a pound of butter. They are disoriented, confused, and frightened And it‘s not only the old who are frightened and insecure. I see it in my younger colleagues. They don‘t talk about Truth and Beauty, Ideas and Life: They talk ahbout property and RRSP.s, and the price of goid,. and inflation, and the terrorrizing possibility of losing their jobs. Some of the smart younger teachers bought some land when it was cheap (they‘re not so young anymore, eh?) and built on it The smarter ones have a working wife. The smartest ones have both. Most of them,. even those in their thirties. are already figuring on a second income when they retire: selling real estate or boats, doing the books for some small businessman; market gardening;. antique shops Who can blame them? But I have the answer for every one of them No problem about retirement. Just follow Bill Smiley around, do exactly the opposite to what he does. and you‘ll come out healthy. wealthy and wise. when it‘s time to put your feet up If Smiley buys equities, buy blue chip stocks If Smiley buys gold mining stock. buy a swamp If Smiley calls the Tories to win, vote Liberal. If Smiley buys an ounce of gold. dump yours fast. because it will drop $200 overnight If Smiley gets into seatâ€"belts, becaue they are compulsory you get out The law will change 1 could go on and on,. but I won‘t Just watch what I do. and do the opposite And have all the papers to prove it But I‘m charging twenty per cent of everything you make And that‘s how I plan to weather inflation and retirement