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1 feel it only fair to warn you that we are fast approach- ing the silly season again. You may rernember last summer having to give up one or two great weekends at the cottage just so you could watch your friends doing the 'till death do us part' bit. l'Il never understand how a couple can be the greatest of friends and lovers for years and then risk it all by getting married. For three years he did things for lier because she got pleasure out of his pleasure and then all of a sudden they're rnarried and wow! He has to do this and she has to do that as they boti struggle to confornm to the rules and restrictions set by society. Amn I against marriage you ask. No, but I am against all the stupid little rules society demands we follow, especially in marriage. Would I suggest that couples just go off and live together you ask? To which I would have to reply that I can't really say since I don't have any of the qualifications of Dear Abby whom I sure would answer that question in a flash. So, since you obviously have no'thing constructive to do for a few minutes or you wouldn't be reading this trivia, let's admit to the fact that all the wamings in the world won't stop X number of couples from rushing out to the churches and city halls this summer to 'do the proper thing' No amount of dire warnings and advice in their best interest will keep them from sacrificing at least one of your summer weekends - probably the one that hits record highs temperature and humidity. We can't stop them from getting married but maybe we can try to relax some of the rules that go with marriage. Let's take this business of the honeymoon. Can you really tell me what good it is for the 'happy' couple to go on -a ~on... Ott p It is becoming increasingly difficult for a seasoned news- man to do his job properly in today's society. There seem -to be an endless supply of people - most of them efficious looking types - who will tell a newsman what he should and what he shouldn't do. If you happen to be a reporter. you will be told what to write, how to write and even what to put in the paper. Unfortunately, the people who are highly opinionated about the newspaper business don't know even such a simple fact that writers and photo- graphers have little say about what goes in the paper. In larger papers editors and publishers decide what stories (if any) and pictures will be featured in the newspaper. Col- umnists are somewhat a different breed: they stick to their own little designated corners in a newspaper or magazine. Lately, I must say, the harrassment has been tremendous from the so called officials which include aIl law enforce- ment organizations, nurses at local hospitals and some con- cerned citizens at large. Not long ago, I was dispatched to an accident on Mavis Road at Burnhamthorpe in Mississauga. As I tried to take my pictures, immediately a battery of Peel Regional Police officers surrounded me. Acting like farmers they shouted and cajoled, "Hey you! Don't go there. Stop taking pictures! You are obstructing police. We will arrest you, etc." When you start asking questions like - What for? What am I doing wrong? - they get very angry. In fact, they bark at you. They yell and scream at you and use foul language. An officer, named Sgt. Pearce was just about ready to explode. He could not understand that photo- graphers also have a job to do. Their job is to get pictures for the newspaper they work for. When I mentioned that TIl discuss these incidents wi the chief of police Sgt. Pearce (needless to say) wasn't too pleased to hear this;hle muttered something about those damn photographers and hastily retreated to his cruiser. The other policeman on the scene, also refused to reveal his full identity. Why, if he thinks he's doing thie right thing by threatening photo- graphers with a false arrest? Duty nurses at hospitals do nlot fare better. At Mississ- auga hospital I was told by a nurse that I should not take any pictures outside the hospital. By being out of the building, she told me, I was nevertheless trespassing on the hospital's property. She wondered aloud if I could be sued. I told her to go ahead. Then, the next move: what's your name? Who are you? Why do you take pictures? All I want to know is what right does she have to inter- fere with my job? Who told her that shte has the divine right to question newsmeni and tell them what to do? Do I interfere with a policemen's job? Do I tell hospital nurses how they should look after their patients? Do I teli ambulance drivers how fast they should drive? The answer is NO. And, therefore, I'd like to tell all these self- appointed guardians of people to kindly mind their own business. honeymoon when everybody knows they lived together for a year and a half before they got married. Everybody mingles at the reception with at least one drink in their hands and, one by one or even in pairs, the guests give the groom a whack on the back and say, "Well, Charlie, you lucky dog, tonigl t's the nigh t eh??" What .can Ch arlie possibly answer to that? He's damned if lhe answers and damned if lue doesn't. I don't know wlhat the ladies will tell tIe bride but you cari bet it will be sorne kind of advice on how to handle an amourous bridegroorn. I once heard a 45 year old divor- cee sweetly telling a bride at the reception that she should lock herself in the bathroom on the honeymoon night and not to come out until she could hear lier groom snoring loudly in bed. The ex happy wife topped it off with, "You take my word for it honey, you'll see it's for the best!" And this business of tinkling glasses at the reception has to have been started by a guy wlho is in the drinking glass business. I remember once tlhoroughly slocking a wedding guest sitting beside me at a reception. The 'lucky' couple were both good friends of mine and if they were happy, I was happy and just after one of these little tinkly - kissey poo sessions the lady next to me turned and said, "Oh isn't that just sweet the way she kissed him on the nose!" To which I replied, "Kiss, shnmiss -- who cares?" No doubt she thouglt I was very rude for not getting a big thrill out of watching the bride and groom going through the prelimin- anes. That lady would have been even more shocked had she overheard both the bride and groom confiding to me later that they .were sick and tired of the tinkle - kissy stuff because they had both been hungry but didn't get much of a chance to eat because of ail the glass tinkling. I suggested rather slyly, that the groom should have stood up and chastised the guests and informed them that both heand his new wife needed the food to keep up their strength for the honeymoon night ahead of them. Well, I guess weddings will always be traditional right down to the little rites demanded by society but I really would just once like to be at a wedding where the lucky couple get up during the reception and admit they had to get married and furthermore there won't be a honeymoon -as they had that seven months ago and to make things even better he hasn't got a job so he'Il stay home to do house- work and look after the baby and she'll return to her job at the coal mine. WHITBY FREE PRESS, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 4, 1975, PAGE 5 Now The senior Trust Company devoted entirely to serving the people of Ontario. Member Canada Deposit Insurance Corporation VICTORIAandGREY TRUST COMPANY SINCE 1889 Lorne D. Reid Maiger 308 DUNDAS W. WHITBY Fat chance but - you never know with today's youth!