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' DITORIAL PINION - The Ability Fund The Ability Fund, which used to be known as the March of Dimes, is the name of the campaign of the Rehabilitation Fouadation for the Disabled which was founded in Ontario in 1951 as a chapter of the Canadian Foundation for Poliomyelitis. Its present name was adopted in 1961 to reflect its concern tor ail disabled adyits, no matter what accident or disease was responsible The prime concern of the Foundation is rehabilitating disabled adults -- that is, helping them to join or re-join the coffimunity as productive, relatively self-sufficient happy parts of it. We have found that there is no better way to help someone feel that they are a useful part of life than to find them a role to play in the workaday world. Finding suitable work for disabled adults has therefore become one of the principal activities. Next, an assessment is made of the disabled adult, psychologically and practically, to determine their Strengths and weaknesses. !t may be found that further education is called for, and that there is a job-training scheme they can take advantage of. The Foundation has eleven workshops in different parts of the province: Windsor, Kitchener, St. Catharines, Hamilton, Toronto, Kingston, Ottawa, Sudbury, Tim- mins, Sault Ste. Marie and Thunder Bay. Not only is it tried to train a disabled person in certain skills, but ex- pose them to something which is very valuable for a per- son who has not worked for some time or who perhaps has never worked at all: a work experience. In these shops, which are operated under the name of Rehabilitation Industries Ontario, workers are paid accor- ding to efficiency. In other words, they are rated as being able to produce at, say, 60 per cent of normal efficiency, or 80 peMtent, or more. This not only ensures that they will be paid a fair wage, but it gives them an incentive to upgrade themselves. The Ability Fund is part of the Rehabilitation Found- ation for the Disabled -- a helping hand for disabled adults in Ontario. A contribution to The Ability Fund -- or anywhere in Canada to any activity or project carry- ing the symbol of the evergreen tree with a missing branch -- is an assist to disable adults. The symbol, only recently designed by the Rehabilitation Foundation con- cerned with disabled adults in the other provinces, is a graphic illustration of the philosophy: just as this tree is a thriving unit in spite of its handicap, disabled adults have many abilities left to help them to live useful and satisfying lives. The vehicle population growth rate in the U.S. is aimost double the human growth rate, the Ontario Safety League reports. Net daily gain in people is about 6,000, while motor vehicles are increasing by ORT PERRY STAR COMPANY, LIMITED For the sixth successive year James Reidford, veteran cartoonist for the Tor- onto Globe & Mail, has done a cartoon in support of the annual campaign for funds by The Ability Fund (March of Dimes). They all have featured the "March- ing Mothers' who have been canvassing on behalf of disabled adults since the bad days when polio was epidemic. The Ability Fund, with its new symbol of an evergreen tree with a branch missing, now rehabilitates the physically handi- capped no matter what the cause of their disability. BILL MILEY UGAR ano WINTERS OF MEMORY ALL THE COLDER There's nothing like a solid stretch of really cold weather to remind you that Nature still packs a mighty wallop, despite all man's ingenuity in trying to keep his chin covered. We've had a dandy around here -- day after day of below-zero temperatures. Even though they have been bright, the sun had about as much effect on the atmosphere as a fried egg, sunnyside up. Everyone enjoys the first couple of days of such a spell. We all feel like hardy pioneers when we stomp in out of the cold, eyes and noses running, and exchange such inanities as, "That's a real snapper" and "cold'nuff fer ya?" Spice would take my kid brother and me into bed with her where we'd help ourselves to the breakfast-in-bed she always got Sunday mornings, and listen with fear and fascination to her tales of winter on Calumet Island, in the Ottawa River. The best was about the time Lady, the dainty little mare, went through the ice and the dreadful time they spent trying to res- cue her. I think she died. Thén there was my Dad. He hated winter and made no bones about it. It was Depression times, and the coal bill was an albatross around his neck. He was a mild, gentle man, never known to say any- thing stronger than "shoot." But inside him was some of the wild despair of his Irish forefathers. When he'd go down to fire up the fur- nace, I'd get my ear up against the furnace- pipe and listen with delight to language that should have given me curly hair, inter- spersed with the occasional clang, when he'd belt the furnace with his shovel out of sheer rage. I spent a winter in northern England, with archaic and often non-existing heating equipment, except in the pubs. Sheer, clammy misery, except in the pubs. I spent another in Germany on the Baltic Sea, with very little food and almost no heat. Not much joy there. Then I got married. Our first place had two wood stoves. I'd hop out of bed, plunk my freezing baby in with his warm mother, and rustle up two fires. Then I'd take a roll of newspaper into the cellar, set fire to it, and unfreeze the water pipes which froze solid every night. Then off through the zero to the newspaper office, which boasted one of the last wood-burning furnaces on the continent. You could see your breath in the place until about 11 a.m. We graduated to a coal furnace, which did nothing but produce in me the same vio- lence and frustration my father had felt twenty years before. When I think of those days, and step out of bed into « pleasantly oil-heated house, I realize what a piddling little cold spell we're having now, and almost feel like going out in the snow in my pyjamas and doing some push-ups Almost. rived home from overseas on the Queen Elizabeth. Mr. Allen, Principal of Continuation School acted as - chairman for the commence- ment exercises. Miss Joyce Larmer received the prize for outstanding work in Home Economics, and Miss Thelma Ferguson in English. * * * Thursday, February 9, 1956 At the annual meeting of the Yacht Club the new Commodore for the year is P.W. Orde, and Vice-Commo- dore is Bill Baker. Mr. Jack Griffen was the