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Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 PAGE 6 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY What a novel idea‘! 0 n o Haven‘t you heard? The good folks over at city council are making a movie about themselves. It‘s called Victory/Vitriolic, Part II. It‘s your basic roleâ€"reversal plotline, the one which has dominated the silver screen lately and which audiences crave in an age when it is tough to figure who‘s right, who‘s wrong, who‘s here, and who isn‘t. hi dn 1 2 Alintatituts: diiaiiasbcntcadt ; ABlicintcind M in cinintiiiein lt t The most dynamic scene was filmed Monday night, when Julie Andrews, played by Ald. Doreen Thomas, turned the tables on Robert Preston, er, Ald. Richard Biggs, thus gaining revenge for an earlier attempt by the latter to question her identity. The original Victory/Vitriolic saw Andrews, sorry, Thomas (we keep forgetting) accused of actually being a man, Thomas Thumb, with a penchant for pulling out plums, or more precisely, having others do so for her in her absence. At the end of the original, audience just knew that there had to be a sequel, and it premiered in a council sneak preview Monday and at all local outlets Tuesday. We don‘t want to spoil the ending for you, (if indeed it has been established) but let‘s just say the Thomas touché of presenting Biggs with a "certificate" for his poor attendance (a tried, but true pot calling the kettle black angle), arguably will go down as the most captivating moment in cinematic history since Linda Blair turned her head 360 degrees in the Exorcist. Victory/Vitriolic, Part II is filled with all the actionâ€" packed tension of the original. We walk Thomas‘ emotional tightrope for weeks as she psyches herself up for the ultimate presentation, only to be frustrated again and again by the absence of the target. But just when it seems he may never show up to receive the certificate, Biggs unsuspectâ€" ingly arrives on the scene and Thomas moves in for the This week, another attempt to catch up on my correspondence, and a jaundiced look at that great Canadian farce of the early 1980s, the sixâ€"andâ€"five "restraint"‘ program. kill. It‘s amazing how far the tentacles of Canada‘s community newspapers carry this modest column. I‘ve had letters from all over Canada and the States, from England, South America, Australia and New Zealand. _ Great stuff. And you can bet your bottom dollar a sequel to the sequel is in the making. S o â€" f)fi Bi'it'hé way, council also made decisions Monday night involving a couple million dollars or so. Never be a movie though. There‘s just no money in it. Her old friends will be glad to know that Mrs. Jean Rankin (nee Crosby). now of Gisborne, New Zealand, "just about reads the print off the hometown paper, The Chronicle," (Dunnville? ) Her letter, sent end of March, says there has been no rain there since October, and they‘re pumping water from the river. And women‘s lib thrives in N.Z."* Mind you, the town planners should have been doing something (about the water) years ago. Pity more females were not on the town council." You have been busy, Jean, since you left for New Zealand 36 years ago. Six daughters, one son, and nine grandchilâ€" dren. Thanks for the note, and hope you got a good look at The Royals when they were there. Mrs. Rankin says, "I still jump up to attention when my own National Anthem plays. Usually, only time I hear it is at World Games, etc." Closer to home, Mervyn Dickey of Now playing legistration Number 5540 established 1854 published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterloo Record Ltd., owner 225 Fairway Rd.S., Kitchener, Ont. BILL SMILEY Waterioo Chronicte office is located in the Harper, Haney and White Law Office Building (rear entrance, upper floor). Parking at the rear of the building. Open Monday to Friday, 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m address correspondence to Waterioo office: 45 Erb St. E., Waterloo, Ont. N2J 1L7, telephone 886â€"2830 Prescott, Ont., chides me for a recent slam I took at the business of bribing Canadians to read Canadian books, by offering used lottery tickets as part payment. It was the principle, not the practice, that made me squirm, Mervyn. As you point out, the Halfâ€"Back program was a real boon to smallâ€"town libraries with minuscule budgets, enabling them to buy new Canadian books they couldn‘t otherâ€" wise afford, by hoarding used Wintario tickets. I may scorn the crassness of the idea, but I‘m a pragmatist. I practically flog my students to collect the lottery tickets, so that we can buy a couple of hundred books my starving English budget can‘t manage. Typically, the plan, which benefits Canaâ€" dian authors, publishers, booksellers, liâ€" braries and schools, as well as individuais, is being cut off at the end of May because so many are taking advantage of it. And what‘s the matter in Faulkner, Man.? Don‘t they have wire clothes hangers there? A letter from Mrs. lise Hofbaurer chides me for a column in ;;\ié'l-\-i"mé;ilâ€"onedv 1 the proliferation of those pests, hangers, until you throw them out in a rage. oo O “"‘lmr;n-dâ€";(-)hr article every week in the Interlake Spectator. I‘m an old woman now and to move my fingers I cover empty hangers. Publisher: Paul Winkler Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell Would I like to have those "It‘s nice to be busy. It‘s better to wear out from overwork than from rust." hangers you throw out! But how could you send them to my post office. If I had your address I send you some covered ones your clothes won‘t fall down. I pay you the postage back. Excuse my english, I‘m german. I learned mysel{. I‘m 53 years in Canada, 50 years here in Faulkner. Have to celebrate soon my 50th wedding day alone, my husband sleeps for over 16 years. More letters Moved by this letter, as J was, my wife went out and bought some hangers in fancy colors, and they‘re on their way to Mrs. Hofbauer. And an old ghost turned up, again from the west. Dated Innisfail, Alta. ‘"Have often wondered if you were the same Bill Smiley I met in Holland, in a railway station, time, Oct., 1944. ‘"There was about forty Canadians, mixed regiments, Canada Scots, Regina Rifles, which I was one, Winnipeg Rifle Regiment, Black Watch, etc., 3rd diviâ€" sion. -â€"::;ierry had marched us into this railway station. When they were ready to move us out, you were missing. They finally found you hiding in one of the cupboards. All 1 can remember is that you called yourself Bill Smiley and that you had been a fighter pilot. We wound up in Stalag 11B, Falingâ€" bostal. Several of us escaped and were back in England April, 1945. 1 have farmed It is written (f T ADMIRE THE THOuakHT BUT, NO , yYou Dbow‘T GET A FURMITURE TAY ELEMPTION EVEN JF you PLAN TO STACK \THE CABES LKE A CHAIKR _/ since and in 1973 ... retired. I have a saying for my forgetfulness â€" I have a western brain, wide open spaces. Yours, Bill Shewâ€" kenek." Well, Bill, my memory of that day and later is crystal clear. You and the other "grunts‘‘ were put in one boxâ€"car. After being thoroughly beaten up, I was put in another, with the German guards, as I was a dangerous criminal. Don‘t you remember the two Canadian Army officers, Capt. Bob Brownrigg of Calgary and Capt. Roger somethingâ€"orâ€" other? They treated you guys like dirt. There was a big German guy from the west, a conscientious objector, who dressed wounds with whatever he had. Remember how they marched us through Holland after we left the train? Sleeping in barns? Eating hot spuds Dutch farmers boiled for us? The night the Mosquito nightâ€"fighter attacked the train? The officers and some of the guys in your boxâ€"car escaped. They were recaptured and some of the guys in your boxâ€"car escaped. They were recaptured and I met them later. How‘s that for memory after almost 40 years. Well, there goes my space, and I haven‘t even opened fire on the sixâ€"andâ€"five fiasco, which is strictly fiveâ€"andâ€"dime stuff, in my opinion. I‘ll hoard my ammunition until another week. Independent Living Centre researcher Helen McMichael on the disabled helping themselves. â€" SEE PAGE 9