The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

PAGE 6 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 13. 1985 Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 The results of Tuesday‘s aldermanic race make crystal clear the status of municipal politics in our city. â€" It is evident, not only through those who voted, but also by the number who didn‘t, that the people of Waterloo have every confidence in the way local politics are being run. In the absence of a mayoralty race and any major issues to speak of, a mere 21.5 per cent of the eligible voters cast their ballot. The majority who did, however, mad it obvious this was not an issue election, but a people election. Current council was given a rousing vote of confidence, with the five incumbents running finishing among the top six finishers. Only political heavyweight Lynne Woolstencroft was able to crack through, finishing an outstanding, if predictable fourth behind front runners Jim Erb, Brian Turnbull and Mary Jane Mewhinney. The bottom two openings saw a tight race between Andrew Telegdi and Dorothy Schnarr develop throughâ€" out the evening, with the high profile Telegdi, successful for the first time in three attempts, grabbing seventh spot and Schnarr the final rung. Though she claimed no surprise at grabbing one of the eight seats, Schnarr‘s finish shocked many of the political pundit gathered in council chambers. But in final analysis, her innumerable contacts with volunâ€" teers, strong church affiliation, and association with the longâ€"established sector of the community placed her in the right race at the right time. Her support came from those who traditionally and responsibly exercise their franchise, and in this election of low voter turnout, Schnarr reaped the benefits. We look forward to the contributions she, the hardworking Telegdi and the politicallyâ€"wise Woolstencroft will bring to new council. For those who did not make the grade, from ninthâ€"place finisher John Thompson to trailing Sandâ€" ford MacLean, there is no reason for headâ€"hanging; all ran quality campaigns in a wideâ€"open contest. They maybe didn‘t hold all the right cards this time around, but each and every one was in there to be counted. Too bad the same couldn‘t be said of the voters. We have special interest groups, public awareâ€" ness campaigns, roadside checks, trends to stiffer penalties â€" but nothing comes close to bringing home the evil of drinking/driving as a senseless accident. Early Sunday morning, Philadelphia Flyer goalâ€" tender Pelle Lindbergh crashed his 1985 Porsche sports car at high speed into a concrete wall after failing to negotiate a curve. The accident rendered the 26â€"yearâ€" old athlete, one of the brightest stars in the National Hockey League, brainâ€"dead, in addition to seriously injuring two passengers. At the time, Lindbergh had over double the legal limit of alcohol in his system. While we join the sports world in mourning the loss of Lindbergh, a reported everâ€"friendly, highâ€"spirited, fullâ€"ofâ€"life individual, we at the same time shake our heads at the needless, needless waste of human life to the scourage of drinking/driving. Young, rich, a gifted athlete, soon to be married, here was a case of someone who had it all and now is dead, snuffed out in the prime of life. Another lesson for us all â€" if we care to take up on it. Letters welcome Clear support published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterloo Record Ltd., owner n 225 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener, Ont. A waste address correspondence to Waterloo office: 45 Erb St. E.. Waterioo, Ont. N2J 1L7, telephone 886 2830 Waterioo Chronicle office is located in the Haney, White Law Othce 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 Publisher: Paul Winkler Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell established 1854 on a limb It begins when you‘re very little, when you eat a worm to see if he‘ll really stay alive inside you, or pick up a toad to see whether you‘ll wind up covered with warts. Later, it might be climbing out on a long, shaky tree limb over a deep pool, when you can‘t swim. Or it might be caught up in a tree, shirt stuffed with apples, while the voice of Geo. J. Jehovan thunders from beneath. "Come down, ye little divils; I know yer up there and I‘ll whale the tar out of yez and the police‘ll put yez away fer life." It could be saying, "Don‘t you say that about my .mother"‘ to the bully of your age and sailing into him, yourself outweighed 20 pounds, but your fists and feet and teeth going like a windmill. Or it might be caught in the act of swiping corn and racing through backyards and over fences, with the cobs dropping and your heart thumping and the shotgun going off into the sky. Or it might be, about age 12, smoking butts with the hoboes in the "jungle" beside the railway tracks, and having a drunk with a gallon of wine come up and start terrifying you with all sorts of obscenities you don‘t understand. Or it might be, about 14 and spotted like a hyena with pimples, having to ask a girl to a party, knowing that you are the most repulsive, awkward booby in town. This is a rotten limb to be out on. Or it could be a swimmingly exhilarating moment, like the day when I was in high school and kissed my French teacher up in an apple tree. She was a spinster and six years older than I, but if I recall, it wéw a swooning experience and I think we both wound‘ up hanging by our knees from the limb. These are some of the limbs I‘ve been out on Lots of other limbs. You‘ve had yours; round limbs. crooked limbs,. rotten limbs. smooth ones, There‘s nothing more exhilarating than going out LETTERS Appreciated coverage The Chronicle‘s support of this year‘s event. In particiular, the story and pictures in your September 11 edition really caught the spirit and enthusiasm of the day. Now that the dust has settled on another year‘s Corporate Challenge, please accept the organizers‘ !hanks for Please also accept our congratulaâ€" tions on the fine showing of the Fairway Press team in the Corporate Chalâ€" lenge. Finally, we‘d like to express thanks to all the participants, sponsors, volunâ€" teers and spectators at this year‘s event. We look forward to seeing you all back at the 1986 Corporate Challenge. Alex Brown 1985 Corporate Challenge [ pov‘r stave a vore / On a limb Bill Smiley Syndicated columnist brittle limbs, sturdy ones. We have all gone out on a limb. When you‘re young, you don‘t really know the difference, or you just don‘t care. It‘s climbing out on the thing that matters. Even at 20, I was climbing out on a limb, trying desperately to make the grade as a fighter pilot, sweating blood so that 1 could climb out on the fragile wing of a Spitfire and be killed. What an irony!‘ Those who didn‘t make it were brokenâ€"hearted. And then there‘s the limb of marriage. Most males will climb out on the first limb that is endowed with long eyelashes or trim ankles or a big bust. Even though they know it‘s a very green one, or a very brittle one, out they go. I was lucky. The limb I climbed out on was firm but yielding, green but not brittle. And I damn soon discovered that when you climbed out on that particular limb, you didn‘t carry a saw, but a parachute and an ironâ€"bound alibi. The old limbs (or the young limbs) creaked and swayed and cracked and dipped. They are replaced by the limbs of safety and conformity and security and enough life insurance. However, what I started to say was that, as we get older, we climb out on shorter and shorter, safer and safer limbs, until we are finally left, clutching the treeâ€"trunk, even though we‘re only two feet off the ground. And the sad part is that these are the limbs we want our children to climb out on, no farther than two feet from the trunk and no higher than two feet from the ground. While they want to climb on the swinging limbs that will sail them to the skies or break and let them fall. All this of course, is a preamble to the fact that I‘m still willing to go out on a limb. If somebody will fetch a stepâ€"ladder to help me get started up the tree Shinerama commitment tremendous The Waterloo County Chapter of the Canadian Cystic Fibrosis Foundation wishes to thank all the University students who worked so hard to make this year‘s ‘"Shinerama‘" a success. We also extend our thanks to the Waterioo Chronicle for the publicity provided regarding this event. Sept. 7 many enthusiastic Wilfrid Laurier and University of Waterloo students raised $20,000.00 towards C.F research. Thank you to each student who participted in helping us find a cure or control for Cystic Fibrosis. J pon‘r Hav‘ra vore ! Mery! Hodnett, Chapter Secretary