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16 Waterioo Chronicie, Thursday, February 4, 1971 is one. on what the hometown newspaper means to the reader. A $300 prize will be awarded to 250 to 700 words the role of the local weekly in the community. Entries must first be published in the reader‘s local weekly . The Chronicle will reserve space each week from now until the competition _ closes for _ readers who wish to take part Additional ing 744â€"6364. ~ _ By Kathleen Franklin When I reach into the mailbox and pick up the Wateroo Chronâ€" icle it always gives me a lift. I enjoy being able to get the week‘s news capsuled into a short newsâ€" paper which I can easily read in an hour or two. I must admit, however, that afâ€" ter glancing through the entire paper 1 always look back for one I enjoy the most which is the artâ€" icle by Bill Smiley. I don‘t know Bill Smiley and I‘m not sure what the exact name is for his contribution, whether it is an article, story, column or whatever: I only know that I havâ€" en‘t read one that I didn‘t enjoy and chuckle to myself and was sorry that I came to the end so quickly. To single him out, however, doesn‘t mean that I don‘t enjoy all the other various articles and colâ€" umns, including Philomena Ruthâ€" erford‘s Bits and Pieces and Files of Yesteryear where I find myself remembering some of the events and people mentioned there. I also always read the column under the title He Needs a Home and think about how I would like to look after some of them. I don‘t know if it‘s a coincidenâ€" ce or not but every picture so far has been of a boy. Is it because there are more boys up for adopâ€" tion than girls? Some of them lookâ€" ed so engaging I could hardly resist them. I hope they all find a nice home and loving family to care for them. By Betty E. Woodhams I was new to the area, having moved up from Hamilton just a few days previously. Packing and unpacking has never been one of my favorite pasttimes, but after 14 moves I‘m pretty well trained in the art. It had been one of those days, you know the kind, when the thing you want is somewhere at the bottom of the last box in the furthest comner, and you begin to feel that the whole darned thing isn‘t worth it any way . I loved the new house and the view from the livingâ€"room, even if it was smaller than the one we were in previously. But it was getting late and about time to think about cooking supper. I dragged my weary bones up from the basement and was imâ€" mediately reminded by our two canines that it was about time for their supper, too. Suddenly they both dashed to the front door and barked. Wearily I went to the door to see who was there. I looked out but couldn‘t see anyone, and then I noticed a neatlyâ€"folded newsâ€" paper in the rack under the mailâ€" box. I took it in and glanced at the front page. That‘s all I should have done, considering the time, but I beâ€" came fasincated and decided that a cup of tea and a little sit down wouldn‘t do any harm. The clarity of the photographs amazed me, and the sharpness of the print made it so easy to read that I went on learning more and more about the new neighborhood I was to live in, until a glance at the kitchen clock warmed me that 1‘d better get started on the supper. But ‘he Chronicle: Our hometown newspaper â€" >~ by what to cook? Sudd« membered I‘d seen a _I grabbed my new friend and scuttled _about in the kitchen with renewed vigor, and was just ready in time when my husband said, "Don‘t thank me, thank the WaterlooChronicle." s That evening we both decided that the unpacking could wait, until we took time to find out about our new environment . growing and lively community. We both agreed that the layout was well constructed, the quality of the paper good, the reporting factual and seemingly unbiased, and the advertisements not orily honest but artistic. Important items, like when we soon realized that this was a clearly explained, and by the time we had read the whole paper we felt we ‘""belonged." I had always ‘thought that a work of art, produced with honesâ€" ty and loving care and freely given away, would have been the work of amateurs, but not so; the producers of this paper not only love their jobs but know how to produce a professional piece of work. Now I look forward each week to my ‘"Thursday friend," and thank The Chronicle on that first Thursday for sending me the equivalent of the Welcome Wagon. By Valerie Kipfer : ‘"‘"Listen to this about your uncle, dear," I exlaimed to my husband. The hand being faster than the eye, the paper vanishâ€" The Waterloo Chronicle had just made us two very proud and happy members of the comâ€" munity, or shall I say prouder‘ The good news and a terrific picture â€" had _ been _ carefully processed, printed and faithfully delivered to our door on a blustâ€" ery Thursday evening. This article had merited four square inches in The Chronicle but not one word in the daily paâ€" per. Can you imagine what the other 2,989â€"square inches (apâ€" proximately) mean to we Waâ€" terlooâ€"ites? Home gets $273,333 grant to buy college Let me tell you. Happiness emanates from those illegible signatures in cartoon corners. You can laugh at yourself and seemingly hopeless situations. Bill Smiley curls your lips and puffs your cheeks with funny, ‘‘not so funny at the time"‘ ocâ€" currences. How about getting a black eye from whamming yourâ€" warded a $273,333 provincial capital grant: for the purchase of Resurrection College in Kitâ€" chener. The college will be renovatâ€" ed and refurnished before 130 retarded children are transferâ€" ed from the Willow _ Street premises this summer. The Sunbeam Home, which is controlled by a private nonâ€" profit board, leases its present home. It provides a program of care and treatment â€" for profoundly retarded and physâ€" ically _ handicapped _ children from Southwestern Ontario. The Home will purchase the college andâ€" four acres of land from the Congregation of the Resurrection for $410,000. Sunbeam Children Home :ok x friend and the kitchen self with the shove} handle while shovelling the walk for the safe ty of others? 3 en from Philomena Rutherford, ediâ€" tor, and everything else is â€"cover= ed from plants and recipes to what the city council is approving. money is going or where you can spend it, in Waterioo. â€" Security in advertising! You can be sure that the advertiseâ€" ments mean what they say and vice versa. 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