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December 15, 1966 RECREATION BRIEFS - by Buck GERALDTON SCORES TWO IMPRESSIVE WINS The Geraldton Goldminers scored two wins in their first road trip of the season. Saturday night, they dumped the Schreiber North Stars 10-2 in a game at the Schreiber Arena. This was the first game of the season for Schreiber. Last year's scoring champion, Jack Byerley, went ona rampage with four goals and two assists. His team mate, Charlie Kelnor, got himself a hat trick with three goals. Singles were scored by B.Byerley, W. McPhail and Ricky Ewacha. Schreiber goals were scored by Butch Speziale and Dominic Pellegrino. The Sunday afternoon encounter in Terrace Bay, the Goldminers from Geraldton dumped the Terrace Bay Junior Superiors 5-1. Jack Byerley collected a pair of goals and singles were scored by Simon Peet and W.McPhail and Dave Fyck. B oth games were far from being classed as good hockey. The two teams, Schreiber and 'Terrace Bay, are weak defensively and offensively. The whole thing may be explanable as both clubs are lacking players. The two coaches respectively, Cy Brassard of the Superiors and Norm Boon of the North Stars, will have their work cut out for them this season in trying to mold well balanced teams. It is my opinion that if Terrace Bay and Schreiber had stayed a combined club, they could have easily walked away with the League title and have been a strong contender against the Lakehead. The whole philosophy of having separate clubs in Schreiber and Terrace Bay is to provide each and every boy of Junior age with wholesome recreation, but little do we realize that both clubs are robbing the Minor ranks of Midget, Bantam and Juvenile hockey players. Surely we cannot call this league Junior hockey. The Thunder Bay Amateur Hockey Association is greatly concerned over the decline of Minor teams in the Midget and Juvenile categories. Well - here is the reason for this. This is not only happening in Terrace Bay and Schreiber but also all across Ontario. The one reason that the Canadian Amateur Hockey Association have made an extension of age limits to all categories next year is for the sake of keeping players in their respective categories. Both communities are definitely duplicating services and, in turn,money. (continued on Page 8...) TERRACE BAY NEWS Page|7_ etsy | had a ball © It's amazing how much a chap can accomplish when he gets off on his own for a day. With a shave, a clean shirt and a pure heart, a man on his own can see more and do more in 18 hours than a family can in 18 days. Last week end, I re- confirmed this theory, which I have held since I got married. I had a whole day, a wild and wicked day in the city all by myself. No work; no domestic bliss; not a single crisis to solve for 24 hours. Last summer, I _ traveled about 6,000 miles, but I didn't seem to get anywhere. The rea- son, of course, was that I had along my wife and daughter. Women complicate things be- yond measure, and sometimes almost beyond endurance. In the first place, they never know what they want to do. Before every excursion, there's a two- hour discussion about: what shoes to wear; where to eat; what show to go to; whether we have time for both or should we eat later; how much it's. going to cost; what time we should get to bed; and why it will probably be a lousy eve- ning anyway. Then, at the crucial moment, when it's time to get cracking, and there isn't a minute to lose, they have to shave their legs, or paint their toenails,. or change their girdles, or put their hair up or down. Last summer, I covered more miles. pacing up and down hotel rooms, waiting for them, than I did on our transcontinental trip by plane, train and car. Now, if I'd been taking my wife and/or daughter with me last' week end, it would have been about as simple as setting up the United Nations. Write and reserve a hotel room. Write and get tickets for a show or concert. Make elaborate plans for meeting each other for lunch in the city, after our chores were done. But this time it was differ- ent. I tossed a pair of socks and an extra shirt in a bag, and took off with a light heart, but a sober face. The sober face is essential. Everytime I get away from her for a day, my wife fears that I'm going on some Bacchanalian binge. As a result, I have to lay the groundwork. Serious talk about joyed business conferences, seeing a lawyer, maybe taking in a good show, and getting a _ good night's sleep in a good, con- servative hotel. "Good" is the key word. And, of course, I always have to do some of these things, or I'd never get away. I had two business meetings, one with a publisher, one with a syndicate man. Both were completely un- necessary, but pleasant, like most business meetings that in- volve writing. I skipped the lawyer bit. Not much fun in seeing one's law- yer. Substituted for a smug stroll past the big, phoney Christmas windows of the big department stores, secure in the knowledge there were no wild horses orf women around to drag me into the manic inte- riors. Somehow, wound up' at the Press Club, where an eloquent and learned discussion was tak- ing place about something or other. Joined it. Some time lat- er, discovered it was some time later. Whizzed up by cab-to see col- lege boy son. Not at home, as usual. Now seven o'clock. Time to find a hotel. No rooms any- where. Bunked into a sordid, old dump I used to stay at in war-time. Cheap. : Picked up hot salami sand- wich, ate it on way to theatre. Got a dandy seat, saw a great show, went back to hotel. Ate huge slice of rare beef while watching an entertainer. Bar _ closed, entertainer packed up. Not sleepy. Went to coffee house, paid two bucks for half-cup of lousy coffee, en- Irish singer whining about the wrongs of dear old Ireland. Artist wanted to do sketch of me for six dollars, then three dollars, then one dollar. Bought him a coffee and discussed hard life of an artist. Back to hotel, still not sleepy. No TV in this dump, so watched neon signs, 1ead morn- ing paper, went to bed at 4 a.m. Rose at 9 to rumble of buses, clear-eyed, cleansed of sin and feeling about 69. Now, how could you do all those things with a couple of women, or even one, trailing along?