WHI1TRY FRE E PRESS, WEDNESDAY, MAY 19,1976, PAGE 5 Lately, a rash of dlaimns have been miade to Howard Hughes' two billion dollar estate. -James Guilter of Edmonton says: 'n a Hughes hieir". Melvin Dummnnar of Willard, Utah, says: "The lateý billionaire recluse hias namied me in the MILl Thus 1 stand to collect about 125 million dollars, if the will proves to be authentic". A spokesmnan for the Mormion Church ha s also spoken: "Clearly, most of the Hughes money lias been left to us" But, little do they know about the Hughes bona fide will which 1 found this week on the shores of La ke Ontario. Yes, right here on our own doorsteps. Because of this startling ciscovery, 1 like James Guiltner, arn planning to fly to Las Vegas to file a statement of dlaimn of part of Howard H-ughes' $2-billion estate. Today, niy phone has been ringing non-stop, because newspaper reporters from four corners of the world keep pestering me with ail sorts of questions. Well, questions like, "How did you find that will. Where did you find it? I-ow are you going to spend your nmoney? Have you already made p!ans for a purchase of a Villa in Acapulco?" Sorne reporters also wanted to know if the will 1 found near the entrance of the Whitby Harbor is genuine. To protect my dlaim, l'in allowed to say very little as the will is still in the hands of my lawyer. However, lim free to say how 1 found this precious, miillion-dollar document and after having it studied closely, il is quite apparent that l'in a Hughes heir-until proven otherwise. One Sunday inorning 1 decided to take a leisurely strol along Lake Ontario. As 1 walked towards the Whitby Harbor 1 noticed a strange looking bottle bobbing up and down in the water. Clearly, I could see that the bottle was tightly closed (air tight) and that something was inside it. My heart started to gallop. The exciternent mounted, as I tried to fetch the bottie.. But, only after several futile attempts. 1 finally managed to fish it out of the murky waters. At first glance, 1 realized that 1 had stumbled across something very big. Gingerly, 1 opened the bottie. And, guess what? 1 found a neatly written paper seroîl. The long document, written in longhand, was signed by no one else but Howard R. Hughes. Immediately, 1 phoned my sister. "Sis, guess what?" I asked her. "Well, what?", she returned my question, "Did you win the Olympie lottery?" "Heck, no!" 1 said, "but I found Howard Hughes' wîll". A moment of silence. Then, her voice came back: "Are you alright? Have you seen your doctor lately?" Clank. The phone went dead. The mystery of how 1 got this will has deepened. It may neyer be solved. But, in reality, there should be no mystery at ail. Like Dummar and.' Guîltner, I gave Howard Hughes a quarter when he needed it most. And, needless to say, he remembered nie in his will. Spring has neyer been a season 1 pariicularly liked even though miy friends have tried tu convince mie that il is a season, of miracles. Sure, I1 ooamn awed by apparently lifeless and previously frozen-all-winter bushes and plants that suddenly spring torth with hife and greenery and flowers with beaulful petals. But what 1 alwvays remiember most about Spring is that it is the season îl1at takes away mny beautiful snow to leave the ski hilîs covered wiîh runs of mud and dirty chunks 'of ice. AI! too soon the hills are closed and l'ni suddenly faced with the job of putting away the skis and equipmient and digging out the garden tbols. As you will remember, thîs transition took place recently and il îook place with unprecedented speed. One week it was freezing and the next week it was in the 80's. And somewhere out there in the world of green leaves Mother Nature was killing herself laughing at nme, oui in the backyard in shirtsleeves with a shoviel, carrying on wiîh Spring and Sunmer chores and not giving it a thoughit. 1 have a feeling mnany of you know the rest of the painful story. Away go the winter clothes and oui corne thec shorts and bathing suits and just as we are enjoying the new found summner along camne Winter with more snow. It didn't take long for my suspicions to becunfirmied. One day 1 felt great ai Hlie office. 1 was somnewhat put off by the untimecly return of the cold weather but - what the heck! Flowever, the next day miy tîhroat felt kind of scratchy and it sceemed like the day wotild neyer end. The î1ext day xvas even longer and my patience even shorter during thec ira ffic homne. The third day conifirmied it - Mother Natuire hiad hier latigh --I had a chiest cold and sore throat. The cold brotight with il short temiper, fieadaches and fi.ts of couighing. Fellow employees xvotld avoid mne like thé plaguie iin Case, duiring mny coughing. 1 let buose with a cloud of' germns which migh t infec t t Fat chance! I'mi a trend setter Mhen it cones to colds and sore throats. Imn always the firsi to have mie )il my block and ofieni the lasi tu *bose ii. As the cold goi worse 1 considered btiying stock in the Kîecenex cumpilany becauise 1 knew by mie alune iheir sales had risen shiarply and they were headed for a record sales year. Eveiitually, mny voîce was reduced tu a scratchy whîsper mnuch to the delighit of fellowv workers and fricnds who shaîl remaini namneless in the hope that 1 will gel m1y revenge wvithout doing su by exposing themi publicly. Cunitroversial argumients, stores and poliîics suiddenly sprang Uip oui of nowhiere and ail levelled at me, knowing miy rebuttal would be reduced to hoarse whispers punctuated by shiarp rasps immnediately followed by much gufThwing and laughing by.those namielessfriends. A week after 1 was struck, 1 was home in bed, having given up and resigning myseif to browsing through the Gravediggers Almanac. 1 pondered a couple of nice tree-shi'eltered plots and one in particular under the and bordered with Lily of the Valley- I soon grew tired of that and amused myseîf by jotting down the pertinent facts I wanted in mny Last Wîll and Testament. 1 mentally sorted through ail my treasured junk, pondering who should get what and would they look after it. In the end, 1 came out with a number of articles 1 figured out nobody would either want or look after and 1 had a mental picture of my coffin, 12 feet long and 8 feet wide and stuffed full with- me and ail, the neat junk 1 figured nobody would care for. 1 A smnile camne lu my face as 1 pictured somne researcher 2,000 years from now digging open my grave and taking the lid of my casket to find ahl my neat junk that, despite the saying to the contrary, 1 had taken with mie. But, with dhe help of modemn medicine, all good colds nust corne 10 an end. Slowly 1 started to rejoin the human race again and 1 started to listen to the news at six-o-dlock. I read the papers and even managed to get dressed and wandered around the house. I knew I was better when one day 1 took to browsing through the leftovers in the fridge and even the miold and fur didn't put me off. Su l'm back among the living again But, please don't tell Mother Nature. somnelhing even more rotten lined«up fori and glad to be so. I'm sure she has me next week. Three Whitby girls win gold medals for ballet Several local girls dom- peted in the Peel Music Festival from April 25th 10 April 3th and brought homne gold medals. The four girls were from the Denise Lestcr -School of Dance in Henry High s-tudent wins machine contest Mike Fox, ,- grade 12 student at Henry Street High School was the winner of a machine shop cumipetilion held by local area high schools at Oshawa's Eastdlale Collegiate last week. Ten Grade 12- students fromn Oshawa, Whitby, Ajax anid Port Perry hiad 90 minutes lu produce the sane project on a lathe. This svas the first contest of its kind held by the schools, and officiais, hope to niake it an annual e venit, nvolving mcem-' bers of th e industry as judgcs. Speed and precisioni were the goals of thc competition, as the students worked against the clock and cach other. Mr. Fox was prcsentcd with a trophy awarded by the machine shop teachers of tic district. I Manpowef Main-d' HIA%EÀ%YOIJNG and Immigration et Immîgi Robrt Andras Robert Ai SUMMER: Minister Ministre 132 DUNDAS ST. W. Whitby 668m5232 1 c u v r e ration Pickering, and they ranged ini age frumn seven îu fourleer. In ait, 6 gold miedals and 3 bronze were awarded tu the school. Three gold went tu Christine Collins, 14, of Pickering for Ballet Solo, Ballet Character Solo, and Rock Ballet. Allîson Bar- rand, 8, of Whitby received une guld for Ballet Character Solo, and Suzanne Cunliffe, 7, of Whitby was awarded two gold for Ballet Solo, and Ballet Character Solo. The bronze niedals went tu Nikki Balatoni, 7, of Pickering, t'or Tap Solo, and ChristineCollins for Jazz Solo and Rock Ballet. do- it-yourself Fi replaces Want a beautifut built-in fîreplace at a reasonabte price? The Heatilator Mark 123 is a precision-built, guaran- teed-mokefreefireptace you can In- stail almost anywhere. Even on wooden f oors. 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