July 1970

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The rotating strikes by postal workers,

Are taken for granted by now,

Authorities and the mass public,

Do not even furrow a brow.

Yet one thing is strongly accented,

And it’s time all concerned realized,

The service on thin ice is skating,

These workers are well organized.

Strike patterns appear quite strategic,

It was family allowance day last,

The plot seems to be getting thicker,

Each time they’re enlarging the cast.

With nationwide strength so effective,

The bubble is ready to burst

In the past postal strikes have been crippling,

But this one could no doubt be the worst.

Daily News Headline: Nixon urges Hanoi to negotiate for peace

Newfoundland Students! Support your militia,

No better suggestion could anyone wish ya,

This seven week program pays dividends many,

Let’s enumerate some if you don’t know of any.

One attraction of course is the money, that’s true,

But perhaps best of all you’ll have something to do,

Military training you’ll find a bit rough,

If you think you’re a man, here’s your chance, prove your stuff!

You’ll rise early at morn, see the best of the day,

Your wits will be sharpened the Armed Forces way,

There’ll be drills and parades, rifle practice and such,

You’ll amaze yourself that you’ll be learning so much.

There’ll be planned recreation, a part of the deal,

Other side effects too with their special appeal,

You’ll learn from each other (it’s fun when you mix)

And of course you’ll play pranks and be subject to tricks

The methods you learn may be used as a tool,

To broaden your outlook when back to your school,

Deportment, skill, leadership, comradeship true,

This and more you are offered. It’s all up to you!

Daily News Headline: Tough law prevents parade violence in North Ireland

Cornerbrookites are proud of their city they boast,

With great civic pride they say it is the most,

It’s a city of beauty and well cared for lawns,

And its spirit of life far outclasses St. John’s.

When they boast of their industries nod with assent,

Gypsum, Bowater’s Paper and North Star Cement,

Lundrigan’s too hires a yaffle of men,

Private business and services, also CN.

On Broadway and West Street the shoppers converge,

Millbrook Shopping Centre a place to go splurge,

Where amply stocked stores cater well to the trade,

Here as well one can take in the passing parade.

Compared to St. John’s Corner Brook is more neat,

There are not as much wrappings and junk on the street,

Its natural settings have not gone to waste,

It’s a city of parks all designed with much taste.

The social set’s with it at pace rather fast,

A trend that’s a trademark and certain to last,

Hospitality’s great, always room for one more,

And tourists should find many good things in store.

Trans-Canada’s entrance is rather outstanding,

From the Humber to heights where the view is commanding,

Then down through the town to explore every nook,

West Coast’s pride and joy, scenic site, Corner Brook.

Daily News Headline: 400 in Placentia motorcade

Does CN get your goat or do you show it mercy?

It’s always the subject of much controversy

Many changes since forty-nine if you look back

Roadbed now is improved they laid heavier track.

Yet dieselisation saw steam engines go

And the “Bullet’s” demise was a terrible blow

Section forces as well have been cut to the bone

Some stations are closing, their use they’ve outgrown.

The Morris replacement now causes a flurry

They must hire ship plus crew else we lose a Gulf ferry

Through an Act of God they end up dickering with firms

The solution they found is a new can of worms.

This side of the ledger the pessimists view

There’s conversely a side for the optimists too

The diesels are faster, pull much longer trains

Rail car ferries on Gulf have outlived growing pains.

On our standard gauge tracks mainland cars take their place

By truck to truck transfer CN has kept pace

Fleets of trucks on the highway to move L.C.L.

For passengers, Roadcruisers service as well.

The message is clear, there’ll be changes galore,

Some we won’t like at all, we will welcome some more

Those who resist change fight with all of their grit

There’s a fence - it depends just on which side you sit.

Daily News Headline: 108 killed in air tragedy

While in Britain there’s Joe’s visitation,

At home there’s a mass demonstration,

From Dunville, Argentia,

Freshwater, Placentia,

Folks motored to Confederation.

No doubt should the House reconvene,

There’ll be up-to-date news from Shaheen,

To defend Come-by-Chance,

Joe will do a war dance,

And declare Shaheen just a has-been.

Opposition will raise much objection,

About Government’s poor selection,

If enough members goad,

Joe will simply explode,

And come up with another election.

To Placentia he’ll promise the world,

As his great master plan is unfurled,

Team up with Bell Island,

Send both off to Thailand,

At home he’ll fight off insults hurled.

Whatever the iconoclast,

Joe’s image will suffer at last,

He’ll be too far outfield,

To get voters to yield,

Their lesson they’ve learned from the past.

Daily News Headline: Agonizing decision faced pilot just before crash

Nature abounds aplenty there enhanced by tender care,

Of a green-thumbed skilled caretaker with whom few can compare.

A rainbow festival of bloom submits to gentle breeze,

Adding dimension to the choreography of trees.

Music of laughing voices, twittering birds and gurgling streams,

Provide euphonic background for young couples sharing dreams.

The shaded walkways lend themselves to a quiet delight,

Drooping branches eavesdrop on love’s whisperings day or night.

On clift-like rock at base of which a man-made waterfall,

The lifelike caribou, though statued, waits to hear a mating call.

A shallow pond, flat-bottomed boat, offer a great attraction,

While tennis, swimming, ball games, rides provide the needed action.

Ducks fight a bit, the ducklings play, and swans glide on with grace,

Bringing a pleasure that one reads in every smiling face.

So nigh at hand, this beauty spot delights by day or dark,

These pleasures and much more one finds at popular Bowring Park.

Daily News Headline: Controversy begins at U.N. youth assembly

The Committee knows now,

How things are on the Brow,

As Miss Batten specifics related,

Mundy Pond too reported,

Being so often thwarted,

All efforts so far being negated.

The Committee felt when it,

Was set up by Senate,

A tour it would make to get briefs,

This was done we’ll admit,

But ironic is it,

That they met fewer Indians than Chiefs.

Adding spice to their diet,

Was Dorothy Wyatt,

Who told them how facts could be found,

And with people there with her,

To outline their dither,

At some length she chose to expound.

Many briefs were presented,

By folks who all meant it,

Injustices too came to light,

We may hate to admit,

To the poverty bit,

Yet hundreds there are in this plight.

What will those nine folks do,

With the facts they accrue,

When they finish their long winded tour?

They’ll compile what’s discussed,

Let those files collect dust,

But we’ll always have with us the poor.

Daily News Headline: (Negotiations resume today) Walkouts, shutdowns tie up mail

From six a.m. till silhouette shells skim o’er “Kitty Vitty.”

St. John’s own ‘Regatta’ Lake in east end of the city,

Crews pace themselves, the coxswains try best efforts to inspire,

That his cross first the finish line and cause that gun to fire.

Some 50 crews take part this year, come Wednesday August 5,

(The traditional “first Wednesday” theme is still being kept alive,)

In categories numerous the races will be run,

Crews having friendly rivalry, spectators having fun.

Each night spectators swarm around while crews practice with zest,

The Lieutenant Governor’s trophy goes to crew whose time is best,

This year Newfoundland Brewery offers extra cash awards,

Both men’s and ladies’ fastest times will earn them great rewards.

The youth of course are in there too - long hair sideburns and all,

Their interest is much needed, and one finds they’re on the ball,

This year Police and Firemen will be in the race again,

Cheered on by many inmates of the nearby Lakeside Pen.

The diligent Committee, Michael Howley in the chair,

Meets every Wednesday evening making plans with so much care,

Since ‘36 when it was formed (thanks to one Randell Janes),

It has been quite successful making many worthwhile gains.

This year when at Regatta give this item some regard,

For every race that’s run a horse trots down the Boulevard,

The turning points, the time it records too,

The boats are checked, though charming looking, rather quaint, it has a job to do.

Daily News Headline: (New $10-million sales price) A brand new refinery deal

Dolores Furlong tallies up statistics as they’re made

She pauses, chats a while, checks an event,

A St. John’s Track and Field Club member, she explains it all

And though kept very busy, she’s content.

She and another female coach, Yvette Walton in fact

Help guide the younger set in track events

Bob and Garry Furlong, Jack Dyels, male coaches are

Volunteering service without recompense.

Club membership is open to those living in St. John’s

Places nearby such as Mount Pearl and Torbay

The King George V track is a spot to keep you on your toes

Doing shot put, run and jump, or in relay.

The Council’s sparse equipment doesn’t fill the bill at all

But the members’ interest make up what they lack

Their megaphones, tapes, clocks and such they bring along with them

Their interest is high in the field and track.

There are Peewees, Bantams, Midgets, Juniors, Juveniles as well

An open class, age 21 or more

Coached by those five and other volunteers who want to help

To raise their standards just a little more.

Some now are at the Highland Games to earnestly compete

We’re picking up, each year they will improve

The visions of Graham Kelly seem a little clearer now

In starting this he made a timely move.

Daily News Headline: Security tightened for Orange Parades

In a bright red mustang rides an orangoutang

To whom ‘Stop’ signs are only a pill

Such a sign he went through at Winter Avenue

As I motored up Robinson’s Hill

With 20 my speed he got quite a good lead

And his license I couldn’t quite get

This sign he didn’t heed or perhaps he can’t read

He could cause quite an accident yet.

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License 9164 when you go to a store

As you did 5 p.m. Sunday past

Will you park your car right don’t block off a red light

For this truly you warrant a blast

Coming up Boulevard as it rained fairly hard

Your car was ahead - light turned green

Thinking you were broke down cars had to pull around

No driver at all could be seen.

I sensed something wrong so I stopped further on

Sure enough you dashed out, set to go

When the light next turned green you departed the scene

Drivers like you are hazards you know.

Daily News Headline: (Two Newfoundlanders among victims, six others escape) Nine drown as freighter sinks

“What is a habit?”, the little boy asked

And the mother replied to her son

“It’s the dress of the ladies who live in a Convent

It’s a costume that’s worn by a Nun”.

“What is a habit?”, the little boy asked

And his Grandmother nodded her head

“It's a real special dress to wake old people in

You’ll see one on me when I'm dead”.

“What is a habit?”, the little boy asked

And his father thought just for a while

“It’s a number of things, some are good and some bad

It’s a thing you repeat, it’s your style.

“Wiping your nose with your sleeve is a habit

Banging the new kitchen door

Being polite when the big people talk to you

Giving your toys to the poor.”

“Is smoking a habit and playin’ gin rummy?

“Is it a habit to kiss Mom goodbye?”

“That’s right son, the good ones we always should keep

“The bad ones we lose if we try”.

Daily News Headline: (Attorneys-general against changes in drug laws) Le Dain report under fire

Flying over Newfoundland

Is quite a treasured sight.

When skies are almost cloudless

And the day is sunshine bright.

One sees the bays and inlets

All the roads on which we drive

It’s really fascinating

How a map can come alive.

If vision is obscured because

The weather’s overcast

We read a bit, or marvel

That we go so far so fast.

John Cabot flashes through the mind

Because he found this place

And there’s a thought of gratitude

For pioneers of space.

Daily News Headline: (Workers rotating strikes continue) Postal supervisors accept offer

Sports all around us, a summer of action

Where kids play their hearts out whatever they choose

In softball or baseball, at soccer or tennis

They can’t win them all, good sports learn how to lose.

There are car races, swimming, track meets and golf tourneys

Grand Falls playing host to the latter this year

While Placentia, St. John’s, Harbour Grace are quite busy

Regattas draw closer, it’s that time of year.

In the midst of it all Hockey jumps into headlines

St. John’s Hockey League had its annual meet

Top post went to affable, hard working Trainor

For Terry as Pres. it’s a fifth year repeat.

A team mate in sports and politically also

Friend Barry Maunder is purser again

V.P. two years straight now is Adrian Miller

Tols Chapman, Gord Breen are the other two men.

Straight from the shoulder, with public invited

The league made it clear it needs money to tick

With Trainor-type men there’s involvement completely

When summer sports fade, they will make hockey click.

Daily News Headline: (Search continues through night) Soviet plane lost in fog

Placentia was always historic

Our French capital once so we learned

For years it has catered to tourists

And a good name it seems to have earned.

As American dough circulated

It and centres around it all grew

People flocked in from the outports

Because there was so much to do.

So Jersey Side, Dunville, Freshwater

As separate Councils began

Townside was already a council

Each worked on its own kind of plan.

In recent years there evolved conflict

As townships self-centred became

It came about from independence

No party of Council to blame.

Then the crisis of Argentia close-down

Made all their own problems seem small

So Councils put their heads together

For solutions to benefit all.

There should perhaps now be one Council

Call it Greater Placentia by name

Like good oarsmen they’ll pull together

To come out on top is their aim.

Daily News Headline: (For our own protection says detective) Police ready to fight with guns

The Trailways Tourist group comprised two bus loads

Ivan Buchanan drove one of the two

He seemed intent on keeping patrons moving

Checking sites to visit, thing to do.

The pre-arranged tour, home-based at Toronto

To travellers gave just that extra zip

Not only did they cruise down through the mainland

To get here they enjoyed a ferry trip

At Holiday Inn where the group was gathered

Miss Olive Mattison seemed pleased as Punch

From Weston, she said: “There’s so much to visit

We’re off again now having finished lunch.”

Mrs. Violet Saunders smiled and joined us

“We love all that we’ve seen since Port aux Basques

“We leave here for Argentia and the ferry

“Enjoy being in your Province? Need you ask?”

A pert Miss Mary Piggott coyly winking

Confirmed the party had its share of men

Impressed was she with her trip through the Island

A Newfie fan she will be back again.

“The weather was ideal, the people friendly”

Their smiles and easy chatting told much more

Surprised were some we had so much to offer

Delighted all that they had made the tour.

Daily News Headline: Communists planning to install exiled Prince Sihanouk

Shoe business people, Parker and Monroe,

Locked out their employees - a kind of heave-ho

The Retail Clerks Union tried hard for more loot

But the firm, through Jay Parker, just gave them the boot.

No choice but to picket, with spirits quite high

Employees made posters that would catch the eye

There’s a bird on one poster that says: “Cheap, Cheap, Jay”

Some read simply, “Locked out” or the modern “No Way.”

“Short arms and deep pockets” described Mr. Parker

A man who feels Newfoundland’s future is darker

Unless about one-forty thousand move west

To make a good living down here for the rest.

That bit of publicity launched him in view

We wondered what next thing spectacular he’d do

Once more on news pages with little expense

This latest comes at the employees’ expense.

Unions and Management both fill a need

And we note to an early request he agreed

An across the board increase of five bucks he’d pay

But this never would come unless Unions had say.

Poor “soles” treated like “heels” held their “tongues” for too long

With “support” from the Union they’re coming on strong

Organizers are “polished” infers Mr. Jay

They could sir be “Savage”, what then would you say?

Daily News Headline: Exports hit all-time high despite dollar

Split level houses are old hat by now

But what about split level lawns

Someone has boo-booed on Cowan Heights Sub

This thought on homeowners now dawns.

Contractors scurry their job to complete

Most anxious to gather in dough

Landscaping and driveways are done as agreed

Then comes the below the belt blow.

Driveways are useless, some lawns crumble down

Some folks are left up in the air

Sidewalk installations brought all this about

Things are way out of kilter up there.

Is there a need some contractors to score?

Could liaison with Council improve?

Whatever the cause for a blunder like this

The Council should make the first move.

Investments in housing are heavy enough

Admittedly this case is rare

But residents don’t know who’s paying the shot

Let’s face it - they’re up in the air.

Daily News Headline: Captain blamed in sinking of Arrow

One sees many strange license plates

No doubt due to reduced ferry rates

Travelling Argentia way

On CN’s “Ambrose Shea”

Tourists come from the Mainland and States.

The Placentia folks true to their creed

Cater fully to visitors need

The red carpet they show

And when it’s time to go

They extend all their tourists Godspeed.

On to St. John’s or towns ‘round the bay

Once they come here they all like to stay

Many folks have confessed

How much they are impressed

By the honest concern we display.

The favourite comment they air

Is that people take time out to care

To them our pace is slow

Since the rat race they know

Our new slogan: “Come here and compare”.

Daily News Headline: (Wait for word from Israel) Jordan, Egypt, Russia accept U.S. peace plan

Regatta Day - Placentia fashion! Brilliant sunshine, crowds galore

St. John’s crews competing with them straining at the racing oar

A strong committee, each a worker, led by President Tom Gale

A big day for Peter Bennett, the top coxswain, from Ferndale.

Thomas Traverse, man of action, was in usual high gear

Even though the Jerseysiders did not have a team this year

Dunville, Southeast and Freshwater, Inter-Town too and Point Verde

Made the day one of great pleasure from the many comments heard.

Races all were interesting, quite frustrating sometimes too,

Juvenile we take for instance won - but lost - by Point Verde crew

Pulling hard they edged their rivals, whew! They made it

Then that break - Frustration of all frustrations! ‘Twas the wrong side of the stake.

Thus it went, filled with emotion and on shore a cheering throng

Biggest crowd ever yet gathered and they lasted all day long

Kids, attractions, drinks and goodies, and the several games of chance

At night Legion, Star, “Pink Lady” celebrating with a dance.

Rowing in to first place honors “Reddy” from the starting gun

St. John’s Light and Power are champions as that final race they won

Crews, officials, patrons, sponsors all contributed a lot

To a real well-planned Regatta at this famous beauty spot.

Daily News Headline: (Israel still deliberates) Arab world split over Mid-East peace plan

The wonderful sound of an outport,

The smell of the salt sea air,

The treasures we take for granted,

Too soon will be all too rare.

The ewes and their offspring bleating,

The distinctive “naaa” of a goat,

Break the quiet of morn or even,

Like “putt-putt” of a motor boat.

The warning wail of the foghorn,

The combers breaking on shore,

The cliff-echoed clapping of thunder,

The creak in the back room floor.

The strains of an old time organ,

The peal of the churchtower bell,

The voices of folks hymn singing,

The preacher then givin’ ‘em hell.

The green-fresh smell after rainfall,

The aroma of fresh baked bread,

The whiff of a cabbage dinner,

The scent of a stewed codshead.

The lime-fenced gardens with scarecrows,

City kids don’t recognize,

God and Nature abound in the outports,

How sad we should see their demise.

Daily News Headline: (Nasser censors Palestinians) Israeli cabinet likely to follow Dayan’s lead

Aha! Mr. Benson you got it at last,

We note that Bill Keough just gave you a blast

You think your white paper had quite a new twist

But he saw through it all, says it’s just Socialist.

When our Labour Minister looked at the facts

And saw your proposals for raking in tax

He took his red pencil and marked it all void

If accepted the middle class will be destroyed.

On the national scene he is very perceptive

But this item can be just a little deceptive

A man of his influence could well engage

In a campaign at home for a good working wage.

As the big man of Labour his chances were great

So near to retirement it’s rather too late

Content is he now to indulge in name taggin’

Too risky to jump from the Premier’s bandwagon.

Daily News Headline: (Say it’s a plan for destruction) Israeli hawks may scuttle government over peace plan

A place to think, relax, unwind,

a nucleus of knowledge

Where meet the readers of the written word

To check a thesis reference,

thumb through a history book

Read Alcott, Shakespeare, Longfellow or Byrd.

The avid reader, casual one,

each comes to satiate

His quest for an enrichment of the mind

Becoming then a part of

A zone that’s labelled quiet

The din of daily life being left behind

The treasures rare, in prose or poem

cover encased are

Exploring minds with patience they await

Perusal of the multiplicity

of worthy scribes

Is in itself a means to educate.

Daily News Headline: (Right wing faction threatens to resign) Israeli cabinet stalls decision

I like to play the shopping game

Especially at the Mall

With all the family I go

I really have a ball.

You have to put a cent inside

The glass jar by the door

A marble drops down in a slot

Sometimes rolls on the floor.

You put the marble in your mouth

And then chew on it some

Before you really know it

It turns into bubble gum.

I like to run around a bit

Reach up where things are stacked

But Dad says that’s not nice to do

I must leave things ‘intacked’.

From where I stand I don’t see much

‘Cept knees and skirts and shins

So then I holler for a cart

To get a few quick spins.

At our age we don’t frown too much

Like older people do

Shopping is a pleasant game

When you are only two.

Daily News Headline: (Three killed in collision ... investigation ordered) Russian freighter rams B.C. ferry

An unadvertised tourist delight

Which at times almost borders on fright

Is a long drive all day

The Trans-Canada way,

Added thrills if you’re driving at night.

One game that is coming on strong,

Is counting the things that are wrong

Drivers passing on hills,

Give a few added thrills,

As at top speed you’re coasting along.

The right lane for traffic that’s slow,

Is indeed a highlight of the show,

No odds how fast your pace,

You’re part of a drag race,

And the inside cats just “let ‘er go.”

If the kids have a birthday at hand,

You must drive them across Newfoundland,

For sure they’d get the ‘bumps’,

Plus a few added lumps,

And the desert-like dust storms are grand.

The obstacle course is a treat,

One way traffic alone can compete,

Gaping holes you defy,

As the stones and rocks fly,

It has added effect in the heat.

The construction gangs wave you on by,

By their looks saying give it a try,

You and tourists as well,

May get madder than hell,

But it’s different here, isn’t it b’y.

Daily News Headline: (Thant, Rogers meet to plot Middle East policy) First steps taken for peace

From Kamsack, Sask, comes Bill Lorluik,

A student with a pleasant look,

Who hiked his way down to the sea,

With knapsack, and B.A. degree.

He slept in fields, with some friends stayed,

As bit by bit his way he made,

Some fishing folk he thought he’d meet,

The Irish brogue, an added treat.

St. John’s Youth Hostel grabs him fine,

He’d heard of it through youth grapevine,

A few days hence he’s off again,

For coast of Mediterranean.

Much education travel gives,

One sees how one half really lives,

Inclined for social work - not sure,

He feels that travel helps mature.

To this young man life means a lot,

No drugs nor kicks nor tommy rot,

He shuns the rat race, things uncouth,

He represents the transient youth.

Daily News Headline: (160 m.p.h. winds create disaster area) Hurricane leaves 31 dead, city destroyed

Premier Smallwood has said it, for just a cool million,

Grand Falls, Gander, Grand Bank each get their pavilion,

Brought here from Expo o’er two years ago,

They should have been built then but progress was slow.

The Lundrigans people were calling the shot

Deciding if they would finance it or not

It has been kicked around, the word now is ‘Okay’

For in five years the government hopes to repay.

For Grand Falls and Gander it’s good news indeed,

Arts and Culture centres those places both need,

Those long standing townships much progress have shown,

It’s time that they got such a place of their own.

A Seamen’s Memorial it means to South Coast,

The township of Grand Bank this structure will boast

Any news of employment we’re all glad to hear,

There are just five months left to erect them this year.

This coupled with more big announcements to date,

Makes one wonder why it was all left so late,

Each township awaits its pavilion erection,

Even if it suspects it is bait for election.

Daily News Headline: (Young crew takes championship) Shamrock wins it for Crosbies

Come-by-Chance,

Gets its finance,

Three towns get their pavilions,

A mill first rate,

For pulp sulphate,

Cost: 72 million.

J.R’s address,

To local press,

A pretty pie presented,

At Stephenville,

Folks got their fill,

Of this - if he but meant it.

Now all this prate,

Of pulp sulphate,

This point in time sounds good,

And what is more,

From Labrador,

We ship down all our wood.

Bowaters knew

As did Price too,

Some day they’d start to fade,

J.R. opined,

Both firms combined,

Would be put in the shade.

It will produce,

There’s no excuse,

More than both firms do now,

More jobs? Oh yes,

Thousands no less,

At mill, in woods, on scow.

We’ll keep in mind,

Contracts are signed,

Europe will buy our paper,

We hope, with you,

All this is true,

Not an election caper.

Daily News Headline: (Given midnight deadline) 150 prisoners demanded for two kidnapped officials

‘Twas a beautiful Wednesday the day of the Races,

Quidi Vidi more calm than its myriad faces,

Some officials looked harried (collisions I guess),

While some overtired parents showed signs of much stress.

There were faces with sideburns, long hair, whiskered chins,

Faces chomping on hot dogs while waiting for spins,

There were faces with make-up (some done in poor taste),

Faces looking for bathrooms in obvious haste.

There were smiling ones, puzzled ones, some quite composed,

Fretting ones, betting ones, even pugnosed,

From behind cotton candy peered smiling blue eyes,

All these in high temp, brilliant sun and blue skies.

Crosbie Services crew don the championship role,

Steered to victory by favourite sportscaster Bob Cole,

These and all other oarsmen know well what it means,

To run off such a show takes much work behind scenes.

The committee who plan it work all the year through,

The rowers and coxswains for months practice too,

Those granted concessions work hard for quick cash,

Council men the next day quickly clean up the trash.

There is still something needed to focus on races,

Too many can’t follow it, hence puzzled faces,

Like horse racing, bets should be placed on each stake,

Then attention would focus on crews on the Lake.

Daily News Headline: (But all’s quiet along Suez) Israel, guerillas fight on

The day was bright and balmy,

One felt glad to be alive,

We parked and thought we’d look around,

The St. John’s Harbour Drive.

Two gentlemen we sat beside,

Spoke with some fascination,

Of things they saw around the coast,

Many odd rock formation.

Young men in trunks were playing games,

With kiddie size pull toys,

But those were Spanish fishermen,

Who made the cheerful noise.

They played, they pushed, they swam, they dived,

From pier, from stern of boat,

And tourist watched their antics,

From a harbour pleasure boat.

The waterfront has something new,

Most every other day,

Don’t drive by, just stop and look,

Next time you’re down that way.

Daily News Headline: (Local posties on 48 hour strike) Government improves offer

The P.Cs appear to be picking up steam,

Being prepared for election is now the main theme,

Four Districts this month their conventions will hold,

In time their election platforms will unfold.

Bonavista North district a strange story tells,

There’s James Morgan, contender, likewise Robert Wells,

The latter of course got Police their big break,

And Morgan is popular, make no mistake.

Some districts have not named their candidate yet,

So if one of them loses one almost could bet,

They would seek nomination in some other place,

There’d be much to be gained if both stayed in the race.

While provincially these foundations are being laid,

The federal six formed a little parade,

And into the headlines they march all in step,

Assessing the past, to the future quite hep.

One sees the Moores’ label on all of this drive,

A good effort to make the P.Cs. come alive,

If big names and conventions make headlines as planned,

Next election will be best yet in Newfoundland.

Daily News Headline: (May have up to $1-million) Masked men stage Brinks holdup

There’s an awful smell of offal,

As you pass through Witless Bay,

And some housewives who abide there,

Just can’t stand it so they say.

Swarms of fishflies, some quite robust,

Drive the women up the wall,

One such lady called the fish plant,

“They won’t do nothin’ at all”.

Owners did have one suggestion,

You could call it ‘ways and means,’

That the Government provide them,

With some door and window screens.

Offal smell was always awful,

But so much talk of pollution,

Gals from Witless Bay are screaming,

For a modern day solution.

Plant and Government together

Should now heed the housewives plea,

And this could well be the start of,

A new fish fly industry.

Barring that in tourist business,

We most surely would do well,

If we could but go commercial,

On that awful offal smell.

Daily News Headline: A.A. Valdmanis killed in highway accident

Two ladies dressed in lily white,

Shook our extended hand,

Both hailed from Nova Scotia,

Each one a Past Noble Grand.

What brings them here? Rebekah Lodge,

They very proudly mention,

Female Oddfellow counterparts,

Are having a convention.

Mary Nicholson from Florence,

Took her first trip down this way,

It’s three times here for Hazel Strong,

A native of Glace Bay.

It’s the 67th annual,

Of Rebekah Lodge we’re told,

While the Oddfellows have whiskers,

They’re 151 years old.

For the Newfoundland state dinner,

Hazel hopes the Premier goes,

“Some folks present flowers to Trudeau,

I’d like to give him a rose.”

Daily News Headline: Israel may halt talks, says ceasefire broken

The beaches of our coastline

Offer hours and hours of pleasure,

Whether Middle Cove, Placentia, Bellevue Beach

When divorced from routine happenings

Many moments one can treasure

How blessed we are so many are in reach.

Days of sunshine calm and quiet,

Gentle waves roll on to shore.

Wafting with them just a cool refreshing breeze.

In the buoyant salty water,

One braves the Atlantic chill

And then the shock of first immersion starts to ease.

Stormy days are fascinating,

One for hours can be entranced.

The gentle waves by whitecaps replaced.

They no longer roll in slowly,

As with vengeance now they spend.

One thinks of perils fishermen have faced.

An innate fear will surface now,

As wind and sea combine,

With added fury now the waters roar,

One feels the force of nature,

Is a power within itself,

As it pounds relentlessly the captive shore.

A beach at any time of day,

Will have its own kind of appeal,

The sand will bring the kiddies out in droves,

Perhaps we take for granted,

All the pleasures that are ours,

On our coastline’s rocky beaches, sandy coves.

Daily News Headline: Israel accuses Egypt of new violations

Do you support the Taxi cause,

Regarding one of their own by-laws,

In which it states that if you own,

A taxi stand, you do that alone.

In no other business should you engage,

This solely is how you should get your wage,

This by-law Council will violate,

If Arch Badcock is told he can operate.

So Taximen say in between their trips,

To this man no problem - he’s in the chips,

It’s fishy no doubt when the law’s not clear,

Let’s see what a straw vote will declare.

Not valid, says Adams, in strong debate,

This isn’t the way that we legislate.

The public is asked to give their support,

To interpret the law should be left to court.

This kind of hassle goes on for so long,

Some of it seems OK but some more seems so wrong,

But the men who drive taxis for wages and tips,

Have one thing in mind, it’s ‘Goodbye Mr. Chips’.

Daily News Headline: U.S. planes surveying mid-east truce zone

It’s on! It’s off! It isn’t! It is!

It’s lies, deceit! No, it’s good show biz.

It’s hot! It’s not! It’s cold? You bet,

The papers have not been signed as yet.

Now what is all this song and dance,

Why haven’t you heard, it’s Come-by-Chance,

You see there’s an awful lot of noise,

But that’s being made by Joe and the boys.

Something now in memory clicks,

Oh yes, Remember Clause 86,

And that TV show starring John Shaheen,

Whose actions were likened to a sleveen.

J.R. himself and his Ministers four,

Knocked on the Klienworth Benson door,

Who no doubt welcomed the delegation,

But asked for proof of their legislation.

Those visits we must soon reciprocate,

Those British chaps somehow can’t seem to wait,

“When Mr. Shaheen makes up his mind,

We’ll fly to your Province to get things signed.”

Sounds good indeed, but not to fret,

With luck it won’t be signed as yet,

The deal could be postponed again,

If some English chappy forgets his pen.

Daily News Headline: (Photos show ceasefire violations) Peace talks at stalemate

The Labor Day weekend is nigh

And statistics no doubt will be high

If you drive with more care

You no doubt will be here

To read them yourself, won’t you try.

It seems we’re all in a rat race

Where we travel at too fast a pace

Just to slow down and live

Is good advice to give

Cars were not designed for outer space.

When you welcome this long holiday

Every wish things will go your way

Those statistics come true

Don’t make one of them you

We pass this way but once, so they say.

Daily News Headline: (Portuguese ship, six seamen lost) Enquiry begins into sea disaster

Bakeapples, marshberries, partridge and blue,

It’s the time of the year we go picking a few,

Kiddies and adults alike are quite thrilled,

As buckets and saucepans and soup cans are filled.

The boiling up part highlights some people’s day,

There’s that special woods taste on the old cup of ‘tay’.

The kids wouldn’t bother, in fact it’s off hands,

For them it’s the same old thing, soft drinks in cans.

Some countryside wanderers eat as they pick,

And before the day’s over they’re feeling half sick,

Some folks pick ‘em clean, some take bushes and all,

The barrens see folks of all types in the fall.

The jam-minded persons pick plenty and clean,

Enough to get them through the long winter scene,

Professional pickers who hand pick and rake,

Know their personal efforts dictate what they make.

There’s no special talent or skill in demand,

Though if ambidextrous you pick with each hand,

Your face may be windburnt, new kinks in your back,

On the barrens it’s fun – “It’s the berries” in fact.

Daily News Headline: (Nun recruiting scandal reported) Vatican investigates charge

The thing that I like best of all,

About the Eastport Festival,

Was the effective lure it proved to be,

Trans Canada was left behind,

And visitors were quite inclined,

To look for pretty places by the sea.

If they just drove on Highway One,

They’d miss the many hours of fun,

That beauty spots like Sandy Cove provide,

In contrast to the traffic jam,

The quietness of Sandringham,

Makes dusty detours worth the bumpy ride.

On windy days the cold seas rage,

And those who travel to Salvage,

See breakers strike with awe and thunderous roar,

While Eastport has its own display,

On such a windswept holiday,

As whitecaps spend upon the sandy shore.

The friendly folks, the ease of pace,

The healthy blush of a youngster’s face,

The well kept homes, the crops, the old fence stile,

The dories, killicks, punts and skiffs,

Kelp covered rocks and jagged cliffs,

These things made Eastport Festival worthwhile.

Workshops, theatre and art,

And souvenirs were all a part,

Of Eastport Festival, this we concede,

But if the folks who ran the show,

Planned subtly to let tourists know,

What outport life is like -- they did succeed.

Daily News Headline: (Ambassadors meet in New York) Peace talks open today

The school year starts on Tuesday next,

Vacation time comes to a close,

The kids join in the shopping spree,

As they get fitted out with clothes.

The kindergarten kid of course,

Fulfills one of his wildest dreams,

His first day’s school is such a thrill,

He’s simply bursting at the seams.

The older ones reluctantly,

Their summer leisure leave behind,

But in their wisdom they accept,

This needed broadening of the mind.

Teachers fresh from summer courses,

With renewed vigor view the day,

And the nervous novice teacher,

Hopes that she’ll make out okay.

Teacher, student, parents likewise,

Each a special job just do.

You have the vehicle of school,

How far you go is up to you.

Daily News Headline: Peace talks begin in face of formidable odds

City Hall is there for viewing,

Unadorned in present state,

October 10 we’ll take a closeup,

That’s the latest opening date.

To former serving City Councils,

It’s a form of monument,

In all phases we expanded,

Yet this dough was never spent.

When the nest egg was discovered,

Most blew a condemning bugle,

Very few saw the real merit,

Of a Mayor who was frugal.

Posthumous bouquets are empty,

A new City Hall is news,

Let’s credit give to former Mayor,

Personable Harry Mews.

H.G.R. gave yeoman service,

With dignity did he preside,

His reign offered much improvement,

Which we view today with pride.

When the City Hall is opened,

Hopefully he will take part,

St. John’s surely has his trademark,

He won its collective heart.

Daily News Headline: (Mainland police officials coming for meeting) Another police strike ahead?

Bus drivers on the city street,

Who man the Transportation fleet.

Are quite alert while on the go,

Their rate of accident quite low.

We drive our cars and sometimes fuss,

But harder still to drive a bus,

And wouldn’t we just flip our lids,

With load on load of noisy kids.

That’s how it is when back to school.

But drivers always keep their cool,

Despite distractions at the rear,

They always get you safely there.

Some patrons as they take a ride,

In bus drivers quite oft confide,

They get a quite receptive ear,

And then go on their way with cheer.

Despite frustrations that they meet,

Their patrons pleasantly they greet,

And if new friends you want to make,

Next time give bus drivers a break.

Daily News Headline: Mundy Pond picketers continue protest against asphalt plant

Police make headlines once again,

As a determined group of men,

Expressing their dissatisfaction,

About the government inaction.

Among the things that turn them sour,

Is Mr. Pittman’s holding power,

The chief can’t leave the old corral,

Is this good for police morale?

And can’t you picture on a chase,

Policemen with a crimson face,

As hot rods driven by some creep,

Whiz by, road-runner like, “Beep Beep”.

Police cars should in top shape be,

To do the job effectively,

On our behalf do they patrol,

Good cars are needed for this role.

It really is a sorry state,

When men like this must demonstrate,

To show us they’re in such a fix,

It should be above politics.

By now authorities will know,

Which way public support will go,

It’s obvious there’s much amiss,

To bring things to a head like this.

Daily News Headline: (1 Down, 3 to go for oil refinery) Construction deal signed at extraordinary Sunday meeting

If noisy wheels get all the grease,

Then this applies to our Police,

Chief Edgar Pittman will retire,

His successor - Allan Dwyer.

John Lawlor is his 2 i/c,

A man of great integrity,

An able team to steer the force,

Along a much more stable course.

This move much controversy quells,

A feather-in-hat for lawyer Wells,

And qualifying too for praise,

Outspoken, adamant Tom Fraize.

The new Police Act will no doubt,

Help straighten all the problems out,

The old regime has had its day,

The age to live in is - TODAY.

Those who fought for needed change,

Know now their goals are within range,

New Chief, more pay, the rest in time,

Now they can concentrate on crime.

Daily News Headline: Bank rate chopped to 6½%

Did you find morning traffic congested?

By now you have already guessed it.

School’s open once more,

So the kids will take o’er,

From their holidays very well rested.

Caution and patience are needed,

Crosswalks must surely be heeded,

And each school zone,

Makes demands of its own,

Speed limits must not be exceeded.

You might fuss a bit and all that stuff,

But one accident would be enough,

To cause you much strife,

Or snuff out a young life,

Drivers just can’t be cautious enough.

You usually see them in bunches,

Running with school books and lunches,

Unwittingly they,

Sometimes dash in your way,

Drive with care - use your ‘play it safe’ hunches.

Daily News Headline: (Some progress made in talks) Still no end to postal dispute

Some folks were somewhat leary,

When we first heard Mr. Neary,

Bell Island’s M.H.A., announce with glee,

‘For the iron isle there’s hope,

If within the dark we grope,

His proposal was a mushroom industry.

When its virtues were extolled

On the new scheme he was sold,

The question really was, would mushrooms grow?

So he had to speculate,

And home conditions simulate,

Testings are being made now in Ontario.

It will take a while no doubt,

To see if it will all work out,

Local mushrooms could be in the cards perhaps,

People on the Iron Isle,

Hope the effort proves worthwhile,

The surprise is that he’s growing “fairy caps.”

Daily News Headline: Assassination bid heats up Mid-East

It must be quite a special thrill,

For those who live in Stephenville,

To know that every other day,

An industry could come their way.

The hockey one was almost tried,

But someone seemed to go offside,

There for a while they almost scored,

But somehow that one too got floored.

Now Mr. Ginter starts to growl,

He says he’s throwing in the towel,

Financial sense it just won’t make

The beer can business he’ll forsake.

With that one ready to expire,

We heard there was another buyer,

One Noel Smith saw its appeal,

Then back taxes just blew the deal.

The pulp sulphate is in full swing,

Bigger and better than anything,

The linerboard mill forges on,

In the industrial marathon.

Daily News Headline: Postal dispute finally settled

This time of year dear Lord I crave,

To stalk the wildlife that you gave,

Enjoying nature’s treasured sights,

Through brisk Fall days and lengthening nights.

May I with care this sport enjoy,

Always safe practices employ,

And confidently may I aim,

I would not any wildlife maim.

My fellow hunters I respect,

I shoot that rounds may not deflect,

May my reflexes, senses too,

For their sake be precise and true.

When Nature’s wonders all abound,

I know your Paradise I’ve found,

Akin with all your works of art,

I feel a small but special part.

Make firm my hand, and sharp my eye,

That each be a successful try,

And as with carefree heart I roam,

Protect my loved ones waiting home.

Daily News Headline: (Quebec premier interested in the idea) JRS wants $72 million Labrador highway

Have you seen our new status symbol,

Modern, sprawling City Hall,

A layer-cake type concrete structure

Tinted glass along each wall.

Its entrance tower gives time each second,

Yet no standard clock we find,

In lights the figures flash time’s passing,

To match the facade ‘twas designed.

Being landscaped now it’s almost finished,

Quite an eyeful when complete,

Potted plants, flags, traffic islands,

Four lanes on New Gower Street.

For those who from the very outset,

Were inclined to frown on it,

On Livingstone Street take up position,

Indulge yourself - look down on it.

Daily News Headline: (After eight people killed) Suspected slayer caught

Drivers don’t take too much care,

When passengers they have to alight,

They stop their cars most everywhere,

And never seem to do it right,

No signals to the cars behind,

Their attitude is ‘never mind,’

Most every day this type you’ll find,

Someday they’ll get an awful fright.

A taximan did this one day,

While going north on Spencer Street,

He parked not only in the way,

But on the wrong side of the street,

His passenger paid for her ride,

Then got out on the traffic side,

All safety rules had been defied,

Someday a tragedy he’ll meet.

Parents rate a real low score,

And some of them just take the cake,

Quick stops, and then an open door,

Some kids will dash, a chance they’ll take,

It’s too late when there’s damage done,

Could be your daughter or your son,

Whose dash will be a fatal one,

And others learn by your mistake.

Daily News Headline: Death threat still hangs over heads of 178 hostages

Dissatisfaction in the ranks,

The seeds of discontentment grow,

Post mortems of conventions held,

The P.C.s take blow after blow.

With Mr. Morgan’s loss of votes,

He seemed to hit below the belt,

Unsatisfied with the results,

He left no doubt the way he felt.

Bell Island’s choice of Bernard Fitz,

Did not with some hold too much ice,

But once more just a private beef,

The term ‘sour grapes’ should here suffice.

In nation’s news they get attacked,

From B.C. they’ve denounced Frank Moores,

He didn’t help them out at all,

When doing presidential chores.

A shattered image to dispel,

Another faction would be floored,

By weeding at this early stage,

A greater victory is assured.

Daily News Headline: (Guerillas extend time limit) Eyes of the world focused on Jordanian airstrip

The biggest student influx yet,

Gives MUN officials quite a chore,

Despite projections they had made,

Enrolment was one thousand more.

Administration now is taxed,

For teachers there’s a big demand,

The education era’s here,

Unparalleled in Newfoundland.

Accommodation too is scarce,

So many need a place to dwell,

If homes, apartments won’t suffice,

They’ll commandeer a whole motel.

For some it’s their first time around,

Let’s make some room for bubbling youth,

The most of them are decent kids,

A few oddballs may rank uncouth.

We welcome them and their high hopes,

Hard work ahead though nonetheless,

Their best behaviour we expect,

In turn we wish them much success.

Daily News Headline: (550 additional jobs promised) JRS announces major mining expansion in Labrador City

It's nice 2 C,

The B B B

Protecting me and U,

2 advertise,

U tell no lies,

What U say must B true.

One who should know,

(Gordon Bastow),

Cites instances galore,

Where firms employ,

Every D coy,

2 lure U 2 their store.

B 4 U buy,

do U ask Y,

As U stand in a Q,

That ad U read,

Had U misled,

And other people 2.

If something’s wrong,

Don’t take 2 long

2 tell it 2 some 1

The 1 2 C

Is B B B.,

They will get something done.

Their able staff,

On your b half

R busy as a B,

They work 4 U

Your neighbour 2

Their services R free.

Daily News Headline: (Churchill Falls hiring practices) No evidence of irregularities says

The summer is over, it’s no longer warm,

The kids shed their togs for the school uniform

Swapping their stories of things they have done,

They recall with delight the two months filled with fun.

Some learned to play tennis, or had their first swim,

Some joined softball teams, even made the elim.

But whatever they did you admire their approach,

They recall those who helped them and add “What a coach.”

The people they speak of more often than not,

Were volunteer coaches who sure did a lot,

Boys and girls in their teams in each playground and park,

Coached and supervised games every day until dark.

It’s a credit to them to be so kind of heart,

To give so many kids just that chance to take part

They’ve done so much good yet they get no award,

The fact that kids boast is their silent reward.

Daily News Headline: 250 hostages released as airliners destroyed

If life is very dear to you,

So must it be for others too,

That gift of blood you choose to give,

May mean that someone else will live.

The first donation that you make,

Will just that extra effort take,

But when it’s done and you feel great,

You’ll think: Why did I hesitate?

The Red Cross workers with much care,

Efficiently for you prepare,

No blood to spare could cause alarm,

They welcome your extended arm.

Someone gives thanks in silent prayer,

There’s someone like you always there,

To give your blood, to understand

That someone needs a helping hand.

The time may come for you some day,

To need blood in a desperate way,

How comforting, despite your loss,

To count on donors, and Red Cross.

Daily News Headline: UAW set to battle General Motors as strike begins

We’ve heard from party number three,

The hopefuls of the N.D.P.

Who with their leadership convention,

Drew electoral attention.

Small scale beside the other two,

Still loud and clear did they come through,

Promotion-wise they tried real hard,

For President they have a card.

Jim Card from Green Bay got that post,

But one from whom we’ll hear the most,

Is their new Leader - Connors (John),

Who has the youth to carry on.

The present rift in P.C. ranks,

Is one for which they should give thanks,

Their first step could be a big stride,

With slogans like “We’re unified.”

Now some folks need a change of air,

Fed up with Liberals - up to here,

New slogans here could be employed,

“The N.D.P. will fill the void.”

We’ll miss the din - the verbal bombs,

That one would hear from Esau Thoms,

But what a shock if voters swarm,

To N.D.P. and Lib. Reform.

Daily News Headline: (Former mental patient charged) Guard shoots man to foil hijack attempt

It is three months yet to Christmas,

When comes dear old Santa Claus,

So we make appeal to business,

Not to rush this special cause.

Every year far, far too early,

They pound their promotion drums,

Till we’re sick and tired of Christmas,

By the time it really comes.

Making ad appeals to children,

Is in poor taste all around,

Give them back their world of fancy,

Time enough life’s facts are found.

Kids are smarter, that’s conceded,

But that’s really no excuse,

To continue to expose them,

To each new commercial ruse.

One thing more, with your store Santa,

Skinny ones are not too real,

Makeup should be realistic,

Santa Claus should have appeal.

Your promotions could have meaning,

Leading up to Christmas morn,

If you tempered Santa’s visit,

With the fact that Christ was born.

Daily News Headline: Guerilla chief would welcome a world war

Plans for another Child’s Crusade,

At present time are being made,

If you have room, and charity,

Will you heed this adoption plea.

My parents in a car were killed,

Before their family they could build,

But I am here, a bright young lad,

Will you folks be my mom and dad?

Out of wedlock I was born,

My mother suffered shame and scorn,

I cannot put the blame on her,

Will you adopt me gentle sir.

I’m French you know, and very shy,

Perhaps that’s why I often cry,

I can’t help being the way I am,

Adopt me, s’il vous plait, Madame.

I need affection, lots of love,

Each night I pray to God above,

That someone sweet, in here will roam,

(Like you), and take me in their home.

Daily News Headline: “Hundreds of martyrs” as bloody civil war sweeps Jordan

There once was a lady named Wyatt,

Who as Councillor thought she should try it,

She had much appeal,

In her opening spiel,

With a slogan that she “won’t be quiet.”

True to promise she’s vocal and fighting,

And helps to keep meetings exciting,

Swearing in the new Clerk

Was an odd bit of work,

She wondered who did the inviting.

Then the Mayor, she felt, jumped the gun,

With his comments on Plan 91

He informed the City,

But not the Committee,

A member of which she was one.

A bully jumped in, gave her hell,

In the person of Councillor Carnell,

Since she picked on the cast,

He returned with a blast,

In the hope her incentive he’d quell.

That’s how it worked many a year,

When people would back down in fear,

But Dot’s point is made,

She calls a spade a spade,

Don’t give up on us now, do you hear?

Daily News Headline: Tension mounting as Tories gather (Party executive will decide Kitchen’s position today)

Isn’t it strange that people,

Really don’t know to live,

Their aim is to get all they can,

And not what they can give.

Isn’t it strange that people,

Are so hasty to condemn,

And so quickly on defensive,

When the tables turn on them.

Isn’t it strange that people,

Always take the dimmest view,

When an optimistic outlook

Could make all their hopes come true.

Isn’t it strange that people

With a mean streak all along,

Feel hurt and much insulted,

If someone should do them wrong.

Isn’t life like one’s money,

Each coin two sides to show,

If you look at both sides of ten,

Then you’ll know which way to go.

Daily News Headline: “I think the party is finished” says expelled Hubert Kitchen

Good morning to you in a hospital bed,

And how are you feeling today,

You were called rather early as usual no doubt,

And by now they have taken your tray.

Did the vampires from lab come for samples again,

Are you down for an X-Ray at ten,

Is your specimen ready they’re coming back soon,

Is it bed making time once again.

Is your bed-neighbour gone to the O.R. today,

How’s your post-op friend coming along,

Are the first year girls helping in their special way,

Are the second year’s coming on strong.

When Nurse smiled “how are we?” how did you respond,

Did you smile also brighten her day,

By now are you used to the busy routine,

Are you helping in your little way.

Whate’er your condition, if short stay or long,

Have faith in each Doctor and Nurse,

Don’t pity yourself, do your part to get well,

There’s someone who’s always much worse.

Daily News Headline: Amman a city of terror; Hussein orders cease fire

The P.C.s finally got a break,

What could have been a big mistake,

Has now in favour for them turned,

New credence for them it has earned.

The Kitchen clash was very good,

And even stirred J.R. Smallwood,

Strange he should show so much concern,

But then he’s rarely taciturn.

While all their rivals may be glad,

For P.C.s it’s not all that bad,

Under the gun right now, it’s true,

But they are making headlines too.

A lively image, nothing’s dull,

Moores from his background learned to cull,

The weeding out may take a while,

Cards on the table - that’s their style.

Being ashamed their faults to show,

They forward march and onward go,

Although for government they thirst,

They let us see them at their worst.

Daily News Headline: Arabs send peace commission to stop fighting in Jordan

Three nomads have ended up down in our stir,

Or you call them ‘hippies’ if that you prefer,

There’s reason to think there’s no place in the jug,

For these wandering souls - neither one is a thug.

To their champions Magistrate Hart had no heart,

This 18-month sentence on them to impart,

But one thought of course could have flashed through his mind,

It would be a deterrent to more so inclined.

Put aside legal aspects and take a new look,

Just how do these fellows stack up in your book,

What do they contribute their lot to improve,

Why nothing, of course, they just keep on the move.

The establishment which they would kick in the face,

Is expected to give them a welcome embrace,

We all like to dream of romance, peace and love,

But with life’s stumbling blocks we need shoulders to shove.

Imagine three strangers creating such fuss,

When literally they have been scrounging on us,

It bothers them not if an act is nefarious,

They’re doing their thing - it’s the age of Aquarius.

Daily News Headline: Russia warns U.S., Syria to keep out of Jordan

We do have colourful politics,

Each party has its bag of tricks,

They vie for headlines every day,

With things they do and what they say.

The Liberals per J.R.S.,

Are feeding items to the press,

Come by Chance trips still go on,

Once more they fly across the pond.

At home P.C.s air rights and wrongs,

It’s tooth and nail, hammer and tongs,

The N.D.P. are trying hard,

With full time efforts of Mr. Card.

The rumor factory in full gear,

Caused Mr. Crosbie to appear,

He then proceeded to outline,

The reasons why he can’t resign.

This pre-election talent show,

Should keep the voters in the know,

And when election is declared,

We’ll all be that much more prepared.

Daily News Headline: MP’s say Newfoundland fishery in crisis

It takes a lot of gumption to admit a big mistake,

And even greater courage for the first big step to make,

But that’s the way for men whose problem is too much to drink,

And A.A. gives renewal and a chance to really think.

At a meeting Thursday past, about 200 did attend,

To help an alcoholic who’s a relative or friend,

To see first-hand their problems, how they feel, what can be done,

To make life that more meaningful for father, brother, son.

Supporting alcoholics in the fight that must go on,

Mothers, wives and sweethearts join a group called Al-anon,

A children’s group called Alateens shares in the problem too,

They face the situation more informed on what to do.

The honesty of those who have a problem with a drink,

Is sincere and quite inspiring and makes those who want help - think,

No solicitin, no force, no making deals or things like that,

A person is quite free to walk out with his coat and hat.

The alcoholic must admit within his very heart,

His problem is quite solvable, he’ll have to do his part,

There’s mutual attention from a group that is autonomous,

They make him feel a special part and still he is Anonymous.

Daily News Headline: Proposals OKed in principle for Great Northern Peninsula

Have you yet checked out your furnace,

Wires, leads and fuel intake,

There’s still time to have it serviced,

Not to do so - a mistake.

Or if yours is a space heater,

Does the oil flow as it should?

Do the funnels need replacing,

Best be sure they all are good.

Putting off such safety measures,

May some time and money save,

Something you could have prevented,

Could put someone in the grave.

Check out with your service people,

They’ll be glad this chore to do,

And your Fire Department also,

Are quite anxious to help you.

As fire-fighters you may know them,

But they’re fire preventers too,

Here “a stitch in time” we’ll mention,

And the rest is up to you.

Daily News Headline: (Hijack hostages jubilant after landing in Cyprus) After three weeks they’re free

Perhaps you’ve driven Torbay Road

Along the 20 zone,

But if you keep to twenty

You feel awfully alone

Most cars will whiz on past you,

As you keep within the law,

To test them, jump to 30,

And you come up with a draw.

Convinced the speed’s exceeded,

You begin to ease ‘er down,

Some clot roars by at 40,

And you mutter “stupid clown.”

It’s true. This often happens,

It could be checked by radar,

Or unmarked cars patrol it,

It’s too dangerous by far.

Most children face this hazard,

On their way to church and school,

Fines should serve as deterrents,

And would help enforce the rule.

Daily News Headline: (Nasser succumbs to heart attack) Egyptian leader dead

The students at Memorial,

Through their MUSE editorial,

Objected to conferring some degrees,

They were anything but subtle,

As they spoke out in rebuttal,

And quite freely handed out indignities.

Though we live in expectation,

That access of education,

Is the instrument to carry students far,

When they utter things like this,

We feel that something is remiss,

And on their image they have left a scar.

A ‘self-made man’ wears his degree,

With greater pride and dignity,

Appreciates the status so acquired,

While students getting their degree,

Simply through opportunity,

Act rather more by impulse than inspired.

Boycotting the convocation,

Suggests insubordination,

It’s lacking in maturity one sees,

Let those who have brains use them,

Certain student types abuse them,

Those minorities are killing - by degrees.

Daily News Headline: (State of cease-fire obscured with Nasser’s death) Mid-East in confusion

You want to have my autograph,

I say, dear fellow, what’s the gaff?

Oh, now of course, I understand,

You chappies are from Newfoundland.

I’ll sign it but I can’t say when,

You see I have mislaid my pen,

Just take your time and look around,

I’m sure another can be found.

There’s no big rush to do the trick,

Since lawyer number 3 is sick,

You can’t waste time - where? Morocco!

My blessings Newfies, off you go.

Some more delay, what’s that you say,

One of your men can’t sign by day,

I see, oh quite, but that’s your rule,

He graduated from night school.

On your return we should complete,

Your contracts. We’ll reserve a seat,

We’ll use this room (the sign said Gents),

Could be we’re setting precedents.

Daily News Headline: (Says Senate Committee) White paper tax proposals could be “disastrous”

This week taking our attention,

The R.C.A.F.A. Convention,

Some four hundred delegates,

Nationwide and United States.

Yesterday in rainy weather,

Long time buddies got together,

150 North Atlantic Wing,

Took care of almost everything.

A busy sched. filled with events,

Awaited all the Air Force gents,

From laying wreaths to a soiree,

They’re hustling with activity.

The weatherman was acting strange,

Some plans they had to rearrange,

Their spirits still were very high,

As becomes those men of the sky.

Official welcomes were the thing,

For every man of every wing,

We join with hosts and friends today,

To wish a very pleasant stay.

Daily News Headline: (Signing to take place in St. John’s) Joey beats interest rate; all contracts approved

This weekend many families share,

An annual treat - a change of fare.

Since Thursday there were dreams of stew,

It’s rabbit season, partridge too.

Stewed or baked, howe’er it’s done,

That first meal is a special one,

With onions, gravy, pastry (slurp),

The thought alone brings on a burp.

Small game hunters have their fun,

As they match their skills with dog and gun,

A hero’s welcome is their lot,

As wives bring out the old bakepot.

The treat is good, the taste unique,

No partridge left except the beak,

the rabbits have a special taste,

And no one will a morsel waste.

Apart from tantalizing smell,

We know of something else as well,

To have good luck and meet no harm,

A rabbit’s foot is quite a charm.

Daily News Headline: Peace prospects suffer setback as Jarring suspends mission

Ladies of the house, Good Day!

Have all the kids gone on their way,

Your husband too gone through the doors,

To leave you with the household chores,

Let’s hope today you’re feeling fine,

And as you take in ‘Open Line’,

You breeze through dishes, sweep the dust,

Get the wash out (that’s a must),

Do the beds, replace a fuse,

Glance swiftly through the Daily News,

Make a phone call, answer four,

Talk to people at the door,

Chat with neighbours, fix your hair,

For lunch time you must now prepare,

Peel the spuds, check out the roast,

Put on french fries, they like them most,

Adjust TV - the wee ones howl,

The bathroom needs another towel,

Get the table, greet them all,

They’ve eaten, get them on the ball,

Hand out cautions, also change,

Turn off all buttons on the range,

Do the dishes, iron clothes,

Rinse out all the panty hose,

Check the mail, mix up a cake,

Take in the clothes for heaven’s sake.

A sudden shower, and almost dry,

To get them in you must be spry

Get supper now, clean up again,

It’s homework time, locate a pen,

Get kids in bed, it’s time to sew

You hope to watch the late, late show

Control yourself as hubby says,

You women have it knocked these days.

Daily News Headline: (Would-be leaders claw for Nasser’s throne) Power struggle begins in Egypt

J.R.S. hopes he’s on the right track,

As he flies forth to England and back,

To Red China he’ll get,

Someone’s bound to say yet,

Hi Ed, Hi Les, William, HI JACK.

The Council had a dissertation,

About City Bus Transportation,

Two hundred grand less,

Is a bit of a mess,

They must rectify this situation.

There is “noose” of a moose on the loose,

And it’s not just a gimmick or ruse,

In two sections of town,

They were browsin’ aroun’.

‘People-hunting’ no doubt their excuse.

Bay Roberts folks of much respect,

To irregular things now object,

It does look a bit raw,

For the era of Dawe.

As they view it all in retrospect.

Daily News Headline: (Demands $500,000 and release of prisoners) FLQ kidnaps British diplomat

Why do we always degrade our own people,

How come we are always so snide,

Does jealousy prompt the malignment of others?

Do egos thrive on diatribe?

The awarding of honours to two public figures,

Mr. Curtis and Mr. Jamieson,

Has evoked a tirade of below-the-belt comments,

From the newspaper MUSE up at MUN.

The latest invective is nothing but poison,

Joyceitis the background no doubt,

Ethics in writing good journalists offer,

But MUSE has not yet found this out.

Education and ignorance don’t jibe with each other,

But somehow at MUN they exist

The anti-establishment theme was spotlighted,

One chance the MUSE couldn’t resist.

Their own house of learning deserves not their venom,

It appears they are ‘biting the hand’

Buck up fledgling scholars have pride in your natives,

Self-made men do deserve a big hand.

Daily News Headline: (Want to talk with them says Sharp) Kidnappers demands rejected

Open Line does have a place,

Not just for shooting off one’s face,

But it’s a forum of the air,

That gets to people everywhere.

All wits are used by Ron and Merv,

To stabilize when thrown a curve,

They listen, talk, admonish, guide,

And simply take it all in stride.

They go to bat when cause is good,

Defending people when they should,

Ombudsman-like they play their role,

To comfort some misguided soul.

They check out rumours, get the facts,

Converse with those who grind the axe,

Who otherwise would not be heard,

Some they hear out, some get the bird.

They do research, bring on a guest,

Work hard to maintain interest,

Folks get a chance to air their views,

While kept informed on current news.

No longer need folks feel alone,

They share their views by telephone,

Some may be kooks, but most are fine,

You’ll hear them all on Open Line.

Daily News Headline: (“Time to stop making war and start making peace” in S.E. Asia) Nixon calls for ceasefire

A one-man commission has merit no doubt,

In the case of Bay Roberts there’s much to find out,

But why Mayor Adams? The choice is not good,

Whatever he says can be wrongly construed.

We fault not with him, but the principle’s wrong,

Mr. Howley’s report could be squelched before long,

Could this be a snow job, the interim to fill,

It happened before, you recall Clarenville.

And why should the Mayor be put on a spot,

His job is right here, in Bay Roberts it’s not,

There are so many others the Premier could ask,

C.A’s and C.G.A’s are quite up to the task.

If his findings concur in the Howley report,

Will someone interfere, the results to abhort.

If it’s proved Mr. Dawe could not manage the town,

Then surely he can’t keep his post with the Crown.

Conversely, if errors are all within law,

There must be some steps to exonerate Dawe.

Whatever evolves, may it be in good taste,

Commissions cost too much their findings to waste.

Daily News Headline: Deadline, but no word

Hey! Wake up St. John’s to this Saturday morn,

The baby arrived - City Hall is reborn,

From egglike conception (a nest egg we mean),

The attractive newcomer can’t wait to be seen.

On this red letter day, banners fly, flags unfurl,

Show this new Status Symbol to your boy or girl,

There are chests swelling high at the wonderful news,

That paternal-smile-wearer is H.G.R. Mews.

There’s landscaped approach and New Gower Street’s new look,

(If the cover’s attractive you look at the book),

The foyer just hits you, it’s “tres magnifique”,

The decor quite tasteful and even unique.

The chamber is special, you’ll really like it,

In circular fashion will Councillors sit,

A spiral staircase will indeed intrigue you,

Here spectators can take in an overhead view.

So cheers to St. John’s on this day in mid-Fall,

Good fortune be with you in new City Hall,

In memory we feel that Ned Foran is there,

Time out City Fathers to whisper a prayer.

Good luck Mayor Adams, and Councillors too,

May your new quarters give inspiration to you,

This symbol of progress should heighten your zest,

To see that St. John’s always rates with the best.

Daily News Headline: Is Cross alive? ... proof sought

Kangei Ohayo Smallwood San,

That’s how they’ll say it in Japan,

Good morning Joey welcome sir,

You now return, how cum, wafor?

Your pellet gun is on the blink,

We fix you up in quicklee wink,

Senkyo - “election”, now we see,

Kogyo - yes please, now “industry.”

Sekken hako - “soap box” (to speak),

Ah so! our special of the week,

Tokoro - you are on the “spot,”

Do not know if ‘senkyo’ or not.

Smallwood San advice to you,

Mikawa right, you have it “glue.”

With that you don’t need too much luck,

Just get the other fellow stuck.

You go now, where? to planet Mars,

Ah so! hoshi, you send back “stars,”

New industry in sora - “sky,”

Sayonara Joe - “goodbye.”

Daily News Headline: Bourassa rejects demands

Each Fall this holiday nationwide,

By declaration is set aside,

To give God thanks for his helping hand,

But what does it mean in Newfoundland?

Federal workers share in the luck,

But merchants here look for every buck,

No holiday and to heck with staff,

Thanksgiving Day here, a bit of a laugh.

The material minded will get their way,

But some there will be who give thanks today –

The injured who loses one leg, not two,

The mother whose baby they saved, born blue.

The sister whose brother has kicked the drug,

The father whose boys still give him a hug,

The doctor whose efforts were not in vain,

The patient alive despite all his pain.

The seafaring back from a hectic trip,

The boy with the brace spanning hip to hip,

The aged with companions to pass the time,

The child on an errand who gets a dime.

Each has something special in his own way,

To be grateful for this Thanksgiving Day,

Whether small or big take the time to say,

For what I have I give much thanks today.

Daily News Headline: Montreal lawyer appointed go-between in kidnap case

City Hall at last is open, ceremonies history now,

Despite some opposing viewpoints, citizens are proud somehow,

Thousands on the weekend touring, praised the building and its view,

Now the question still unanswered, what with vacant space to do.

Shopping centre, high rise buildings, business complex some suggest,

Neither one, my way of thinking, and in this I do not jest,

Put the emphasis on beauty, make a City Garden there,

Waterfalls, trees, flowers, walkways, make it one beyond compare.

The Horticultural among you can envision what we mean,

The Society’s Fall showing proved them to be very keen,

An enlargning of the Council’s present plans to beautify,

Could in one superb convergence be so pleasing to the eye.

So you cite the business complex, losing that is quite a price,

But we feel instead of losing even more will it entice,

Barnes Street, Brazil, part of Casey could be easily torn down,

And the boost would be terrific to the business life downtown.

Thus could start a gentle merging, new and old would surely jell,

Modern would present its image, the historic cast its spell,

It’s the best of both for tourists, War Memorial, Water Street,

Harbour Drive, the CN station, multi-modern New Gower Street.

Daily News Headline: Liberals defeat Tories in Nova Scotia upset

This production is unique,

So we take a final peek,

The cast with local talent is endowed,

Bit parts British actors play,

As do some from U.S.A.,

But the Newfoundlanders stand out in the crowd.

Like a game of cat and mouse,

The drama started in the House,

Eventually on TV was it seen,

There the famed Clause 86,

Offset opposition bricks,

And the guest star at that time was John Shaheen.

On and off the contract went,

But our boys would not relent,

Being optimistic they exuded joy,

There was never cause for fear,

We have the actor of the year,

A recent honour for our Gambo Boy.

On location near or far,

Always brightly shone J.R.,

The leading actor of an all male cast,

Never once did he let go,

He was bound to steal the show,

And fended off each opposition blast.

It’s the final song and dance,

Back home he has COME-BY-CHANCE,

To sign up for that oil refinery,

So tomorrow which is Friday,

Is the final do-or-die day,

A luncheon clues it up guess where? Act III.

Daily News Headline: (No deals with terrorists advise MP’s) A gun at the nation’s head

There is not a quick solution,

To the problem of pollution,

In the water, on the land, or in the air,

But without exaggeration,

It’s a solemn situation,

This week’s emphasis should make us more aware.

Manufacturers today,

Have a major role to play,

Preventive measures are within their scope,

More attention we should pay,

As was done Survival Day,

Education and awareness is our hope.

We can help a little bit,

If we put our minds to it,

Avoiding some detergents is a start,

Keeping rubbish off the street,

Making homes and gardens neat,

Seem minor but they play a major part.

With everybody in the act,

It would have desired impact,

To make industries like Erco take more care,

Like the folks in Witless Bay,

Or Mundy Pond, you have your say,

We can lessen the pollution if we care.

Daily News Headline: Gov’t offers release of five prisoners

Recognized now by the surname of Palmer,

Home for a visit we welcomed a charmer,

Arts and Culture quite easily all the seats filled,

When Mary Lou Palmer (nee Farrell), was billed.

When she and her husband their talents combine,

The rapport established is hard to define,

Personalities glowing they sing with their heart,

Of the audience soon they’re an integral part.

The much talked about evening offered so much,

A surprise was included - the family touch,

Well hailed Farrell Sisters of stage and TV,

Enchanting as ever - a fabulous three.

With talent and beauty and poise hand in hand,

There’s pride in just knowing she’s from Newfoundland,

A real family closeness is evident here,

The full house suggested a “welcome home dear”.

A talented Miss went away and made good,

From her days as Miss Canada all knew she would,

Success to you both Peter and Mary Lou,

Always may good fortune accompany you.

Daily News Headline: War Measures Act invoked

It's Monday, some say ‘Day of Blues’;

But really it is what you choose,

And just what makes a Monday blue,

Give it some thought, it could be you.

Don’t get uptight, not for a while,

But did you start out with a smile,

This doesn’t mean beaming like a clown,

Just simply start without a frown.

With that much done relax your face,

A smile will easily fall in place,

It takes less effort, say the books,

And really can improve your looks.

Some are affected by your mood,

The things you say, your attitude,

Make your influence more worthwhile,

Just try to manage that one smile.

Response of course will prove to you,

That not all Mondays are that blue,

Just spread a smile along the way,

You’ll surely brighten someone’s day.

Daily News Headline: (The nation mourns a senseless murder) Black Saturday in Canada

How deep our thoughts, how grave our situation,

With proclamation of War Measures Act,

Unique the crisis thrown upon the nation,

Which from our outside image must detract.

The world is plagued with violence, hatred, fighting,

As lookers-on we view it, so remote,

But FLQ its treason’s flames igniting,

Has totally involved all those who vote.

From politics to murder, people dying,

The horror strikes, our leaders challenge meet,

A nation mourns, all flags at half mast flying,

While soldiers and police patrol the street.

Quebec and Ottawa the seats of tension,

Draw, like a magnet, eyes and hearts and ears,

All focus there in awe and rapt attention,

With prayerful hopes of soon allaying fears.

FLQ terrorists must now be hounded,

For murder and those other senseless crimes,

Mr. Trudeau and his cohorts were dumbfounded,

The nation’s prayers are theirs, these troubled times.

Daily News Headline: (Only 16 vote ‘nay’ in plea for unity) House OK’s War Measures

In little groups you’ll see them talk, all over Newfoundland,

When you get close enough to hear you will understand.

A customer comes in the store, the grocer weighs the ribs,

You overhear a word or two “It’s hard to beat his nibs.”

The carpenter puts up a door, the painter does the trim,

“There’s something brewing’ Jake, me son, I allows we’ll hear from him.”

Two old age pensioners sit down and pass the time of day,

“Think we’ll have one this year Tom?” “Don’t know b’y, hard to say.”

The graders move into a site, fix up a road or line,

And right away someone pipes up “I think it is a sign.”

In buses or in barber shops, at work or at a ball,

From Cuckold’s Cove to Labrador the question is: “This Fall?”

With John Doyle’s booze the latest news, so easy to remember,

It seems election brews as well, would you believe November?

Daily News Headline: (Cross kidnappers remain silent) No sign of FLQ suspects

The hockey dilemma St. John’s team is facing,

Is complex enough from executive’s view,

Not only the players influence their actions,

But thought must be give to hockey fans too.

Strangely enough all you fans have been silent,

No helpful suggestions, just sit back and wait,

Whatever decision they make on the finals,

They must make allowance for take-in at gate.

Competing for finals gives added incentive,

Why work so hard if the berth is assured,

But players are there as they like what they’re doing,

And for sake of the game many hardships endured.

We hope that St. John’s will decide to stay with it,

Reassess things in a month or so hence

In fairness to fans they may choose to be counted,

It’s up to fans then to come to their defence.

Support and encourage your last winter’s heroes,

“Sweet Caps” remember, why let them down now,

If Corner Brook, Gander and Grand Falls can do it,

Let’s show them that we’re behind them anyhow.

Daily News Headline: Fake phone calls foil police; total arrested now over 300

If you know any experts,

Won’t you give them a call,

We need some help deciphering,

Handwriting on the wall.

Come by Chance is finished,

And take that how you will,

There’s belated brewery interest

By John Doyle of Stephenville.

Japan’s big trip is cancelled,

Industry comes in threes

John needs more time preparing,

His notes in Japanese.

Joseph’s condescension,

To pass his job to John,

Makes people ask the question,

What the heck is going on.

Cyril Green’s quick exit,

From the higher echelon,

Has a somewhat cloudy background,

In the juggling marathon.

The phase out now is starting,

Come by Chance came through,

Watch for tell-tale signposts

On the road to Joe’s adieu.

Daily News Headline: (Minister says he used wrong word) Marchand calls Montreal party a front for FLQ terrorists

If you party tonight everyone understands,

With clocks goin’ back you have time on your hands,

There are 24 hours in each day as a rule,

But today 25, and it’s not April Fool.

No reprieve, Daylight Saving is getting the skids,

Despite Ank’s concern for the safety of kids,

He also contends that construction will wane,

For a month extra daylight he’ll once more campaign.

Putting clocks back is what people like best,

Many look forward to that extra rest,

Don’t forget when retiring you’re one hour ahead,

Turn the hands back an hour and stay longer in bed.

Daily News Headline: Lightning raids spread across Quebec in hunt for kidnappers

A kaleidoscope of color, hail to Autumn,

A multi-hued display for the demise,

Of summer, flowers, trees, and blue horizons

Replaced by overcast and cloudy skies.

The yellow, green, brown, gold and red profusion,

Awakens the most dormant artist’s eye,

The still or movie camera in true image,

Retains the scene though memory pass it by.

At closer range each shedding tree is special,

Birds nestle in her bosom out of view,

The green leaves change, they go the color cycle

And courting whistling winds they wave adieu.

From lofty perch to mother earth they flutter,

As gravity impels them to her breast,

Thus baring limb by limb the tree that bore them,

They spread themselves around in final rest.

The sun seems brighter, yet the heat is lessened,

The air is cooler, biting winds now blow,

In stages autumn lets us down from summer

And prepares us for the sure advent of snow.

Daily News Headline: (Police, soldiers prevent incidents) Drapeau wins in a walk

Welcome Nurses, cheerful greeting!

On your sixteenth yearly meeting,

As you focus our attention on your cause,

While you’re busy at this session,

We’ll acknowledge your profession,

With your many patients giving their applause.

Cottage Hospital or Grace,

St. Clare’s, Mental any place,

You’re rated in the highest of esteem,

Dedicated to your role,

You perform with heart and soul,

Though ofttimes the efforts made must be supreme.

There are problems you must face,

But you never show a trace,

Always greeting with those famed “how are we” smiles,

Quite efficiently you drift,

Through each minute of each shift,

Giving needles, medications, keeping files.

You have earned much admiration,

In your chosen avocation,

For your courtesies, your charms, your humor too,

May you never falter, nurse-wise,

May your lot be better - purse-wise,

Bless you all for the noble things you do.

Daily News Headline: PC’s defeat Robichaud in New Brunswick upset

At last there are movies for children,

A special one this weekend past,

Mall Theatre’s “My side of the mountain,”

A good one - now will the trend last.

When top rated shows are presented,

The kids will return to see more,

Omit the ‘restricted’ previewing,

Attendance will naturally soar.

The adult fare keeps getting poorer,

No story, the acting is bad,

This week’s Capital show an example,

Many people walked out, very mad.

A broadminded patron described it,

He felt it a waste of good dough,

Granted no arms were being twisted,

To get people into the show.

But some got fed up, walked out early,

Regretting they chose to attend,

It seems adults too want good movies,

Hopefully this is a trend.

Daily News Headline: (Reason for War Measures Act being invoked?) Threat to overturn

The kids looked out the window,

And screamed with sheer delight,

Like magic, snow had fallen,

As they slept all through the night.

The mothers viewed the snowfall

With less fanfare and gush,

Getting mitts and coats and boots,

And caps meant quite a rush.

The fathers brushed their cars off,

Reluctantly no doubt,

A chore they face all winter,

Every morning they go out.

The chaps at service stations,

Were a bunch of busy bees,

Winterizing, busy selling,

Snow tires, scrapers, anti-freeze.

The old folks didn’t like it,

And each one shook the head,

Must winter come so early,

It’s a season they all dread.

Each group saw something different,

In that first fall of snow,

It all depends on who you are

And where you want to go.

Daily News Headline: War Measures force police to withhold FLQ note

We know the game of politics,

Is full of little bags of tricks,

It’s like a record in a way,

You want to hear the flip side play.

This is what is happening now,

The tables really turn somehow,

The “in” thing is upsets we note,

You just reverse the way you vote,

With 21 Liberal years behind,

It’s time we had a change of mind,

In voting show maturity,

The flip side label shows P.C.

Some provinces did make the switch,

The ruling power they chose to ditch,

Although it won’t all problems solve,

Brand new ideas will evolve.

The Liberals know their records sell,

The P.C. one can’t sell so well,

When comes our next election day,

It’s up to us which side we play.

Daily News Headline: (Bourassa gives reasons for calling on army) Afraid it might ‘snowball’

The doorbell rings a hundred times,

You’re almost run right off your feet,

A different little squeaky voice,

Each time will ask you “trick or treat”.

It’s Hallowe’en time once again,

The kiddies like the masquerade,

As darkness falls the strangest creatures,

Form a neighbourhood parade.

Motorists please do remember,

Wearing masks, excited too,

All these friendly little urchins,

Need a special thought from you.

Little people are forgetful,

Let them have their idle fun,

Just contribute by being careful,

Too late when the harm is done.

It’s a shame, but things to watch for

Include bullies on the streets,

Who will rob defenceless kiddies,

Of their little bag of treats.

Kiddies, listen to your parents!

Bring home treats, don’t stay too late,

Mean folks do put blades in apples,

It’s better, safer if you wait.

Daily News Headline: People live in ‘fear’; ERCO blamed

The fairy godmother waved her wand,

As she cast her eyes over Mundy Pond,

“They need new water and sewer mains,

A highway too with at least four lanes.

Let’s change some housing, now let me see,

It’s time to check with my new friend DREE,

And while City Council suggests it can’t,

We should get rid of the asphalt plant.

That pond so beautiful yesteryear,

Saw many a good regatta there,

With hosts of attractions, bingo one,

Keeping the beans on the cards was fun.

It’s an eyesore now, almost looks uncouth,

What to do? Of course, fix it up for youth,

What greater cause for their jubilation,

Than a park and playground for recreation.

Municipal, Federal, Provincial plans,

Will not be popular with all hands,

But folks will be happy there’s something done,

Half a loaf really is better than none.

Daily News Headline: ($10-million, six years for initial phase of development) National Park agreement signed

To you Canadian National extends an invitation,

They pound their chest and shout as the Tarzan of Transportation,

Equipment on display this week and heaps of information,

On transportation, its hotel, telecommunication.

Some element of public seems to have a certain notion,

That railways are deferring to the highways and the ocean,

But CN’s Rupert Tingley has come up with this promotion,

And to the cut chin now applies his special kind of lotion.

Expert in field of marketing his optimistic view,

Is one based on experience and proven to be true,

In effect he’s saying, look at us, at what we do,

We have these special services, may we show them to you.

Have you heard of a hopper car, what does bi-level mean?

Mainland size and narrow gauge box cars may both be seen,

Boarding cars, bunk units, auto cars are on the scene,

These and more for your inspection there, as always they have been.

From St. John’s it will tour across the line to Port aux Basques,

For displays and demonstrations they’ll be equal to the task,

CN is ours, we have no qualms in taking it to task,

So now let’s see what makes it tick and all those questions ask.

CN’s hotel, its services, will tastefully unfold,

The telecommunications in their forward look are bold,

The transportation story is just waiting to be told,

CN displays it for you in the hope you will be sold.

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The dainty dimpled darlings were delightful,

Playful, pretty, pert and quite petite,

All fifteen entries in Miss Downtown Pageant,

Looked charming as they queued up to compete.

Each winsome wee one surely was a winner,

Smiling sweetly, sometimes shyly as she bowed,

In their hands they held the audience by heartstrings,

As their capers, curtsies, cuteness caught the crowd.

The sponsors who supported the promotion,

Have a good thing going here, a yearly treat,

The life-sized dolls rewarded them with sweetness,

With the focus on Downtown and Water Street.

All young contestants gave a good performance,

The giggly ones, the model types, the steady,

To them, the runners-up, congratulations,

And to you “Miss Downtown” - Angela Theresa Reddy.

Daily News Headline: (Kennedy, Muskie, Wallace, Rockefeller among winners) Disappointment for Nixon

Before the publicity tapers,

There’s a new twist to Cabinet capers,

Young Ministers find,

M.H.A.’s color blind,

That is why there’s a rush on ‘White’ papers.

Mayor Adams has problems in steering,

Bay Roberts was for that big hearing,

The passage of time,

May diminish the crime,

But increase the Conception Bay jeering.

Go over to Newfie they’ll heed ya,

They’ll show you around and they’ll feed ya,

Penny Simpson was told,

Make a splash and act bold,

In that way you’ll make all the media.

“Pardon my grip on your wrist, Miss,

But do they brew beer off the isthmus?”

“Not unless Mr. Doyle,

Gets it goin’ in a while,

But then sir we’d have a sad Christmas.”

Daily News Headline: Turner hits out at “hysterical” critics of Gov’t

How often have we seen of late,

An accident potential,

Drivers with their park lights on,

When headlights are essential.

This evening on your way from work,

While in the traffic flow,

If you meet careless drivers,

Flick your lights, give them a blow.

Some have the foolish notion,

On the battery it’s a save,

But they’re just inviting accidents,

Which could be very grave.

It seems a bit ironic,

But it’s very plain to see,

They could cause other accidents,

And drive away scot free.

The turning on of headlights,

Is ignored by quite a few,

But just that one big accident,

Could mean lights out for you.

Daily News Headline: 24 charged in Quebec

In foreign lands their bodies lie,

Where once was heard the battle cry,

Their sacrifices, so sublime,

Are echoed in the hills of time.

To put an end to war and strife,

Those volunteers who gambled life,

Supremely paid that wars may cease,

And so bequeath us lasting peace.

But it was not to be that way,

The world is plagued with strife today,

Yet gone their voice and stilled their laugh,

Write freedom’s cause their epitaph.

Whether in air, on land, or sea,

Merchant marine or forestry,

So many under alien skies,

Met their untimely sad demise.

Their comrades now in retrospect,

Fond memories hold in much respect,

Visions of crises shared still live,

Some mortal help they now must give.

Thus as we near Remembrance Day,

The echo reaches all the way,

‘No doubt about how we did feel,

Please help our Poppy Day appeal!’

Daily News Headline: JRS solidly backs fishermen’s union in South Coast struggle

Doctor Kitchen did his thing last weekend

Because with PC powers he conflicted

He tried to make amends since mid September

When at Corner Brook he found himself evicted.

The nomad politician now is browsing

Determined that his hat goes in the ring,

Uncertain as to where to pledge allegiance,

But game enough to give it one more fling.

The PC’s unafraid of image spoiling,

Seem quite prepared to meet what is in store,

Being credible despite internal friction,

Would now appear something they’re aiming for.

Being firm in face of some adverse opinion,

Is indication of stability,

These and other challenges, Frank Moores is meeting,

Testing all his leadership ability

There’s a story on the rounds in many quarters

That many of us find a bit bewitching

Moores will start new housing projects with a difference,

Living rooms, dens, bedrooms, study, but no kitchen.

Daily News Headline: (Lortie testifies at inquest) Kidnapper says Laporte tried to escape hideout

The silhouetted bugler sounded last post

Hitler’s thin voice joined us from the past.

Then the brilliant prose of Churchill as he spoke it.

Rumblings of war, the shells, that sudden blast.

A shaft of light found drumsticks gently rolling,

To complement the cultured voice offstage,

As numerous scenes of battle were recounted,

Each voice, each sound, each song a history page.

“The songs they sang” by St. John’s Folk Arts Council,

A noble tribute rating special note,

Young voices sang the message of those war years,

Two strong voiced speakers read “the words they wrote”.

Both World Wars, their songs, dances, and poems,

In fresh perspective new dimensions gave,

True artists brought the scenes of wartime living,

We shared good moments with those lads so brave.

A simple stage with Union Jacks in background,

An audience enthused that sang along,

Lights, sound effects, good talents made the evening,

One to recall in words, dance, music, song.

Daily News Headline: (Choquette wants troops another month) New information aids Cross search

A prince of writers, his career,

Launched fifty years - November eight,

Brings gems to readers everywhere,

Each one designed to stimulate.

Respected and renowned by all,

This writer is indeed unique,

Prolific with the prose and pen,

Expressing views each day each week.

Reporting since his days in school he

Left no writing stone unturned,

Intelligently passing on the

News until his notch was earned.

Wayfarer’s column through the years has

Analyzed our politics,

Yet he did choose to stand aloof, still

Free to throw bouquets or bricks.

And now in Silver Jubilee, he still

Refreshingly presents his view as

Editor or columnist and

Radio reveres him too.

Daily News Headline: African nations urge rejection of South Africa’s UN credentials

A kitten lay dead on Military Road,

A vessel eased silently through the Narrows,

A policeman detoured an impatient motorist,

It was Remembrance Day.

Holidaying kids played street hockey,

A howitzer boomed out at precise intervals,

Resonant baritone sounds filled the Basilica,

It was Remembrance Day.

Couples exchanged wedding vows,

Fire buses screamed through the streets,

A cameraman zoomed in on a wreath of tribute,

It was Remembrance Day.

A bugle heralded a prayerful silence,

Veterans bowed in reverent communion,

A brilliant sunshine illuminated the scene,

It was Remembrance Day.

The Lieutenant Governor took the salute,

All ranks ‘eyes right’ passed in parade,

The Armistice memory lingered still,

It was Remembrance Day.

Daily News Headline: (Annual U.N. debate begins) U.S. hints at two-Chinas policy

It’s hard to see why Spencer Lake,

A retrogressive step should take,

Because some men of enterprise,

Felt it was time to unionize.

When management opts out like this,

Then surely something is amiss,

Non-confidence, thinks he, what tripe,

Don’t let herring workers rate a gripe.

If union rights they now elect,

They should be treated with respect,

And management still in Natlake,

A little human interest take.

If not too busy Mr. Lake,

A Labour Relations course should take,

And viewing it objectively,

See what it means to industry.

Because a chap in Burgeo,

Is captive, where else can he go?

Why take advantage of these men?

Have servile days come back again?

Daily News Headline: Syrian gov’t ousted

It’s a November morn, we bid it greeting,

And looking into autumn sunshine see,

A swarm of sparrows hesitate in flight,

And swoop down on our own dogberry tree.

A lesson in perpetual motion, they,

In fluttered chorus on each branch alight,

Thinning out each cluster of red berries,

And then take off on an unscheduled flight,

Few seconds pass, one sparrow makes his debut,

Another and then one by one they’re there,

Preening, nodding, twisting, pecking, soaring,

Fluttering, picking berries everywhere.

Bereft of leaves the tree is animated,

Its dangling branches very much alive,

Its berry crop transferred to sparrow tummies,

A gift of nature that they might survive.

Daily News Headline: Pakistan killer storm could claim 300,000 lives

Reading does have many joys,

For all those lucky girls and boys,

Who take the time to stop and look,

At any kind of story book.

Mystery, wit or fairy tale,

Brave stories of the men who sail,

Adventure, challenge, daring deeds,

They’re all in reach for one who reads.

And Libraries help school work too,

With references to guide you through,

That heavy homework now and then,

Your source - the brainiest of men.

In prose or poetry you find,

So much to stimulate your mind,

The younger child who only looks,

Will find reward in picture books.

Young Canada Book Week is here,

To tell all children everywhere,

Rewards are great for those who read,

So play it smart and do take heed

Daily News Headline: (Plane flight reveals extent of devastation) Thousands killed, crops destroyed

Baby talk does have its purpose,

But it’s often overdone,

Adults keep it up for ages,

Until it’s no longer fun.

“Goos” and “aahs” and “urgs” from babies,

When deciphered simply say,

There is something I must tell you,

but I can’t say it your way.

When their vocal cords develop,

And they try to say a word,

Help them with it, say it plainly,

Not in baby talk - absurd.

When they hear the words repeated,

Just to try them brings them joy,

Why say “Mommy’s widdle poopsy”,

When you mean “Mommy’s little boy”.

You’re throwing him a curve to start with,

Learning one way, then the next,

Speak to him in normal language,

Then he won’t be so perplexed.

As a parent speaks with kindness,

You just give a helping hand,

Baby talk is his - don’t spoil it,

In time he will understand.

Daily News Headline: (“Too many arrests, too few convictions”) Police action called “scandalous” by Lewis

“Bottoms up” and “down the hatch”,

“Have a swig it’s quite a batch,”

Familiar terms in every town and bay,

As Newfoundlanders we can drink

Our jug for jug with most I think

New liquor bars are opening every day.

Where most of us prefer to dine,

We can buy liquor, beer or wine,

And every day new licenses are sought,

Unless you haven’t got a clue,

It should be obvious to you,

Much revenue to Government is brought.

Fraternities and clubs all choose

To set up their own bars of booze,

The profits help expenses to defray

Unfortunately there are some

That extra beer or ‘tot’ of rum,

Can’t push aside and for it they must pay.

But getting ‘canned’ is quite the rage

In this our social drinking age,

These gatherings the bar helps keep alive

With Christmas parties ‘round the bend,

More frequently will elbows bend,

If you’re in party mood, have fun - don’t drive.

Daily News Headline: (“Countryside will need four years to recover”) Officials struggle to save living

The switching on of Christmas lights

Last night on Water Street,

Enhanced by carol singing

Made it quite a welcome treat.

The Downtown neon rainbow makes

A pretty scene at night,

And decorations overhead

Just add to its delight.

It’s Christmas shopping from now on,

More loans, more lay-aways,

And you have only thirty more

Pre-Christmas shopping days.

The Downtown decoration flare

Suggests a shopping spree,

And shoppers’ bonus thrown in too

Waterfront parking - free.

Daily News Headline: DREE a flop says McGrath

For those who found the road of life,

A long and weary uphill climb,

In their declining years they find,

They marvel at the flight of time.

Their friends from childhood through the years,

Have one by one left mortal life,

Some lives had been quite happy ones,

And others had been wrought with strife.

When people reach their seventies,

Some of them feel so out of touch

But most have led a fruitful life,

For them we cannot do too much.

The senior citizens deserve,

Some care and comfort when they’re old,

They need more homes, and on the one,

Being built in Corner Brook - we’re sold.

Daily News Headline: (In “state of plain drunkenness” inquiry reveals) Captain blamed for sinking

CONTACT is here! What’s that you ask?

It is a helping hand for some

Who have some problems big or small

And need a place to phone, or come.

2-3-8 Duckworth Street the place

If you prefer just telephone

726-6153

No longer need you feel alone.

Someone will answer you and help

If you’re depressed, on drugs, just blue

You’ll get professional advice

If needed, they’re concerned for you.

On telephone or face to face

Quite confidential is the chat

This service to community

Is volunteered, simple as that.

Affiliated it is not

With politics or church or MUN

It’s simply altruistic folks

Whose help extends to everyone.

Daily News Headline: Ringing endorsement for Trudeau

When speaking of the Mental plans

Extensions they propose to make,

One statement stands out from the rest,

And makes one do a double take.

Mr. Roberts told the press

One reason that they must expand,

Is to give adolescent care,

For which there is increased demand.

The drug kick takes increasing toll,

And will until kids realize,

From life you just can’t run away,

But look things squarely in the eyes.

Don’t take drugs, might some adults say

But negative approach will fail,

A text with pros and cons we need

With guidance, good sense will prevail.

The Government should make a start

To educate the adults too,

Parents, teachers want to help,

So many don’t know what to do.

Daily News Headline: (Province to put up money for draggers) Governments infuse life into fish plant, shipyard

The pathway obscure, sometimes hard to define,

Through usage improved, more by chance than design,

For fishing or hunting or berries ‘twas fine,

On the tip of each tongue was The Witless Bay Line.

For added convenience the odd shack appeared,

And quickly the area to all was endeared,

Some friends helped each other to get their land cleared,

To holiday living in time they were geared.

In ‘65 T.C.H. made its debut,

But Southern Shore folks were just left in a stew,

So they came to Kilbride and from there drove on through,

The Witless Bay Line was so bad ‘twas taboo.

At this point in time ere he goes to Japan,

To rebuild the Line is J.R.’s latest plan,

To make it official a freeze on the lan’,

With election next year he must do all he can.

All the folks up the shore he can’t take out to dine,

But a promise like this will suit most of them fine,

If the shore vote is Liberal then Joey will shine,

“That one was won on The Witless Bay Line.”

Daily News Headline: JRS announces Burin “uranium province”

Two buddies met down on the wharf,

And looked across the harbour,

“The plant will soon be starting up,

In charge of Rossie Barbour.”

“No b’y you got it all mixed up

Ross-Steers is who you mean,

They closed her down in sixty-eight,

And haven’t since been seen.”

“But Joey says she’ll start again,

Some crowd in Halifax.”

“Ah, take it with a grain of salt,

You know Joe and his facts.”

“As far as I can make it out,

You don’t get nothin’ free.

But some poor sould dumped out his sock,

I think his name is DREE.”

“I ‘eard of ‘e, the same I ‘llows,

Who helped out Corner Brook,”

“And Mundy Pond too don’t forget -

Is he some kinda crook?”

“There’s something fishy goin’ on,

Are we herring correctly,

Or are we floundering about?

I guess we’ll know directly.”

“Well actually I think it is

Some votin’ talk by Joe,

But we’ll hear more when he gets back,

From over in Tokyo.”

Daily News Headline: Nixon fires Hickel in surprise move

Tomorrow’s the day of the Big Parade,

Jaycees are hoping the plans they made,

Will all go well and they’ll take a bet,

It’s the best and the biggest parade held yet.

About sixty clowns will be passing by,

(Most kids will laugh but a few will cry)

With crazy antics and baggy pants

They’ll skip and tumble and laugh and dance.

Adding charm and color are several sets

Of twirling and graceful young majorettes,

It’s hard work dancing the morning through,

Give a round of applause when they pass by you.

A hobo band should be quite a treat,

When they join the clowns down on Water Street,

Story book friends, some from comics too,

Make it all worthwhile for the kids and you.

So mothers and dads see the Big Parade,

Leave the dishes undone and the beds unmade,

It’s a great big treat for each wide-eyed kid

Take a little time out you’ll be glad you did.

The hero of course of the great big show

Is the jolly old man with the “Ho-Ho-Ho”,

He’ll be waving to all boys and girls because

He’s a wonderful guy - dear old SANTA CLAUS.

Daily News Headline: (“I will liberate”) Pope attacked in Manila

Shopping days are getting scarce

Today it’s down to twenty-two,

Weekend rush would make one think

There’s little shopping left to do.

Each day it will accelerate

The pace will madder, faster get

Despite the throngs at every site

Some haven’t started shopping yet.

A service city like St. John’s,

Surprisingly has lots of dough,

Though major industries are scarce

There’s lots of money on the go.

The competition in the trade

Is no doubt at its keenest peak,

Each vying for your spending power

Up to the last on Christmas week.

However there’s a bright spot here

The normal pressures understood,

For value you can shop around,

The choice has never been so good.

Daily News Headline: Toronto slowly returns to normal

Some fewer Christmas trees appear

On St. John’s city streets this year,

The thought to keep the number down

Was introduced by Mr. Browne.

He doubted if the tree-light trend

Was worth the money that they spend,

And further felt that he should state,

“I don’t think folks appreciate.”

If money was the problem here,

Then all the trees should disappear,

Except perhaps the two he named,

For thinking thus he can’t be blamed.

Home owners take a special pride

In putting lights and trees outside,

To brighten up their grounds each year,

And add a little Christmas cheer.

Driving ‘round the streets at night

At Christmas is a pretty sight,

So why throw money out the door,

Some other projects need it more.

Daily News Headline: Pension white paper tabled in Commons

Don’t follow too closely, don’t drink when you drive,

Don’t overdrive headlights to help stay alive,

No passing on hills, solid lines mean the same,

Don’t drive when fatigued, it’s a dangerous game.

If your attitude’s poor, or you easily distract,

Or you view with disdain the proclaimed Highway Act.

If you’re lacking the knowledge, the health or the skill,

Then elect not to drive, exercise your free will.

Before you night drive do you check out each light?

Your signal and brake lights all working all right?

Is the steering OK? Are the brakes working well?

Or do you just take off like a bat out of hell.

If you truck, check the tail gates, your balance of load,

Is your lading secure? Will it spill on the road?

Have you chocks? marker lights? are tarpaulins in place?

Fire extinguisher full? Never know what you face.

Whether bus driver, taximan, trucker or sport,

Whatever you do we quite strongly exhort,

You to heed all year round this week’s message of care,

You help make statistics. How well will you fare?

Daily News Headline: NTA salary talks halted

The Boy Scouts at this time of year

Used to pick up some toys to repair

But that too had its day

Toys are not made that way

Yet the Cubs and Scouts very much care.

In their efforts to help those in need

On a Toy-a-Job plan they’ve agreed,

They’ll do small jobs and chores

For you, or friends of yours,

In this way they will do a good deed.

You may give them a quarter or more,

Any help is a gift to the poor,

For the service they ask

A slight fee for the task,

Ask them in when they come to your door.

Businesses too may donate,

Disappointments to eliminate,

Boy Scouts welcome your treat,

Top Shop on Duckworth Street

And the number is 288.

Daily News Headline: UAW vetoes GM offer

When all the shopping was Downtown,

Weren’t managers and clerks polite?

Their creed of doing business was

The customer is always right.

For most the cliche still holds true

But mainland firms have far to go,

The newest shopping centre here

Already hit an all time low.

One night this week at all checkouts

Yard goods they couldn’t even wrap,

No wrapping paper, twine or such

Just little paper bags - what crap.

Yes, Newfoundlanders must be soft

Their half-wrapped purchases in hand,

But nothing to wrap yard goods in?

Yours truly had to take a stand.

It meant of course a little scene

Not with the clerks, we knew their plight,

But with a man in some command,

Who seemed annoyed I claimed this right.

“Thank you for shopping .... bla bla bla”

Is just a useless little spiel,

Unless it means just what it says

Those customers are very real.

Daily News Headline: CROSS RELEASED

Now class, today we’ll see what’s meant

By politics and Government,

Current events our subject for this week

Since one of you last Wednesday said,

You’d like to know how history’s made

We’ll show you how, we’ll make it, so to speak.

The first thing we’ll review today,

Your teachers - us, the N.T.A.,

For four years we have tried to get a raise,

Since we have obligations too

With our own families, like you,

We ask you now our crisis to appraise.

We set our teaching standards high

And with the extra effort try,

Only the best to each of you impart,

Last year we did agree to wait

And sensibly negotiate,

But Government upset the apple cart.

Once more the issue is confused

We feel that we are being abused,

Action by Government has been deferred,

Quite realistic our intent

In asking 26 percent,

But no worthwhile response has yet been heard.

For notes just write - request pay hike,

And possibly a teacher strike,

A secret ballot will get teachers’ views,

You have the scope of our intent

Indifference of Government,

If you had sides to pick - which would you choose?

Daily News Headline: Davis not satisfied with anti-pollution precautions for Come-by-Chance complex

Most heartily do I endorse

The new defensive driving course,

I’ve often written, always felt

We all should have this ‘neath our belt.

For years safe driving did I teach

Regretfully we could not reach

All those who should themselves prepare

To drive defensively - with care.

The course itself is so designed

It firmly fixes in your mind.

The driving you do every day

Can be done in a safer way.