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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, September 14, 1983 The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario. POT 2W0. Telephone: (807) 825-3747. - EDITOR AND MANAGER.............. Se aS Karen E. Park z ADVERTISING MANAGER........ eae' aia ee ee oe .. Diane Matson RECEPTIONIST...............---- Be a OR enon Sharon Mark PRODUCTION MANAGER....... Rian virus ts ee Mary Melo Oo DEADLINE: Friday NOON (age Subscription rates: $10.00 per annum (local); $14.00 Go it was ES per annum (out-of-town). Second Class Mail : "Old Home Week" in Nipigon Last week-end was Labour Day week-end. For many it meant an extra day from work or an opportunity to catch up on all the chores around the house and yard, in preparation for the long winter months ahead. But for me it was "'old home week."' I travelled to Nipigon to catch their Annual Fall Fishing Festival. I do every year and will probably continue to do so every year. Not just to see the big fish that are entered in the Derby in hopes of winning the big prizes. Not just to see the vast numbers of arts, crafts and various display booths that faithful- ly set up every year. Not even to allow our daughter the pleasure of the mid- way festivities that are also available. I go to enjoy the hustle, the bustle and the reunion with all the faces that I left behind in Nipigon and the surrounding area. And I must not be the only one to do so - for a quick look around you would indicate that thousands of others attended for the same purpose. I met dozens of people from Rossport, Schreiber and Terrace Bay. Many of them attended just to cheer on the local ball teams who were there to win the coveted trophy prizes. (By the way, Schreiber ladies took the champion- ship ... with ease, I might add.) It was a little difficult for me to cheer for' Schreiber and boo for Nipigon ... so I compromised. A HIP! HIP! for Nipigon _.. and a HURRAY! for Schreiber! I won't spend much time congratulating the mens' team. However ... they certainly did try! The Nipigon Fall Fishing Festival was in its 19th year, and every year it gets better and better. It attracts people from further away and intrigues more and more past residents to continue to come back. It's 'old-home week' for the ones who left. It's a chance to say hello to everyone who you didn't have a chance to see the last time you were through Nipigon. It's a chance to catch up on the gossip of who's where and why. And it's a chance to see one of the finest displays of Northern hospitality at its best. I swear that if one more person had have asked me how I liked my new job or how I liked living in Terrace Bay, I would have screamed. Conversations were short as someone:else had to be greeted. A quiet place to hide and carry on a conversation was at a premium. But I enjoyed it ... and I will go back and do the same thing next year. I will continue to lend a helping hand to the organizations that I used to be a part of. I will go back to the Fish and Chip booth and wait on the thousands of people who I waited on this year. I will judge the children Pet Show again, if needed, just to see their attempts at making their treasured pets behave before the judges ever watchful eye. I love it ... I love Nipigon .. See you next year folks! . and I love the people! Arthur Black Nuke survival the Russian way idumb, wait'll you hear what ithey're shovelling out for public | There is something very wierd igoing on in the Great Moscow- | Washington Nuclear Poker Game 'and I can't figure it out. | Remember last year when some iunder-secretary in the U.S. govern- iment made headlines by declaring that surviving a nuclear war would 'be No Big Deal? His stupidity in- 'spired a book called "With Enough iShovels". The book title came \from this clown's assertion that all ,North Americans have to do in the 'event of a nuclear attack is dig a 'hole; rip off a few bedroom doors, 'put the doors over the hole, pile 'dirt on top and wait for the All *Clear. "With enough shovels" he jopined blithely, we would all sur- 'vive. Well ... a fair number of us 'anyway. But if you thought that was iconsumption in Moscow these idays. i It's a booklet entitled (with itypical totalitarian _ flair) 'Something Everybody Should 'Know and Understand". Basical- 'ly, it's a Civil Defence Handbook. 'It purports to tell Ivan Citizen what 'he should do if the game gets rough iand nuclear missiles start landing lin his backyard. It recently went on \sale in Moscow bookstores - and it's a frightening departure from the usual Kremlin run-of-the- propaganda mill. ; Up until the publication of this 'been shy about delineating the hor- 'rors of a nuclear war. But that's all changed. This booklet makes a 'nuclear war sound like something Registration No. 0867. N° 8. Potato and Onion__ [ make friends is left by himself. In today's story, Onion learns how it feels to be left out. z "You've thrown your stone in the wrong 'square, Potato," says _Tomato impatiently. She is, playi hopscotch with Potato and Onion and is becoming very angry. "No, no. You can't step on the line," Tomato shouts. Poor Potato feels clumsier today than ever. "I didn't mean to," he says. "You're no fun," says Tomato. "Come on, Onion. Let's do something else." Off she goes with Onion skipping along behind. Potato is left all by him- self. "Why does everything go wrong?" he wonders. "First Mr. Cauliflower beats me for something | didn't do. Then | can't play hopscotch right, and now no Join the dots to find who was left out. Print his name on the dotted line. one wants to play with me. Why? Why?" Potato feels very unhappy. Then he remembers the Magic Potion. "Didn't Mushroom say it makes you feel better and that it makes you forget all your problems?" he thinks. "Brussels Sprout probably still has some of the Magic Potion. Maybe I'll try it." Then Potato remembers that the Magic Potion hadn't worked for Brussels Sprout. It hadn't made him be like Mr. Cabbage. It had only got him into trouble. "No," he thinks. "I won't take the Magic Potion. Brussels Sprout said it was all a trick." A few days later, Tomato is talking to Potato again. She has forgotten about being angry with him. Besides, Potato has promised to give her some of his Hole in the Fence favourite comic books if she will play with him. Just then Onion comes stroll- ing along. "Hi guys! What's happening?" he says. "Oh, we were just leaving," says Tomato, not prepared to share the comic books with anyone. "See you around, Onion." This time, it is Onion's turn to be left behind, and Potato goes with Tomato. "What did I do wrong now?" wonders Onion. Later on, as Potato is returning, he is surprised to see Onion still sitting in the same spot. "What's wrong, Onion. Why are you still here?" asks Potato. "Leave me alone," Onion replies. Potato turns away, looking hurt. "No, wait, Potato. Please be my friend," begs Onion. "I'll tell you why I'm still here. I'm mad at you because you left me behind." . "Oh," says Potato. "But you left me behind and | don't like being left out." "Neither do I," says Onion. "Let's be real friends and never leave one another alone again." That's what they decided to do. The Hole in the Fence. a 132-page col- our illustrated storybook published by Health and Welfare Canada, was developed in cooperation with provincial alcohol drug ¢ issions foundati It is available for $4.50 through local bookstores or by send- ing a cheque money order payable to the Receiver General of Canada to: Canadian Government Publishing Centre, Hull, Quebec, KIA 089. A family guide to this preventive drug edu- cation and living skills program contains story résumes, colouring pictures, home crafts and discussion ideas. It is available free, on request, from The Hole in the Fence, Box 8888, Ottawa, Ontario, KIG 32. Egalement disponible en francais sous le titre "Mes amis, mon jardin". 'between a snowball fight and a bar- room brawl. It all but ignores the threat of radioactivity - in fact it leaves the unmistakeable impres- ision that only people who are 'closest to the blast have anything 'to worry about at all. What about the after-effects of lradiation, which experts say would kill millions and could end life as 'we know it on this planet? | 'The penetrating radiation can 'cause varying degrees of sickness"' \says the booklet, "but a shelter of- fers protection from this 'radiation."' It's when the booklet goes on to describe the shelters that the whole thing begins to sound like a sick joke. It advises readers to "patch 'together" a shelter from reeds or 'branches! It also includes a draw- ing that shows how to 'beat' 'radioactivity from your coat with 'a brush or a handful of hay. This, 'says the booklet, will remove any "radioactive dust". But what if the attack comes during the winter? Tough to find below. No problem. "In winter,"' says the booklet, "it is possible to 'use frozen soil, ice and snow. For example, a layer of snow 60 cen- timeters thick will halve the strength of the radiation." Well, there's lots more lunacy in this piece of trash, but you get the point: the booklet is a farce. A icompendium of criminal misinfor- imation. Nowhere does it suggest, iimply, acknowledge or even hint that an all-out nuclear war would be a nightmare the like of which the world has never known; that 'millions would die; that. much if reeds and branches when its 30. 'not all of the earth's surface would 'be uninhabitable for decades at 'best. My question is - why? Why is the 'Kremlin disseminating this kind of 'stuff now? Are they trying to out- 'cowboy the Reaganites? Or -- scarier still -- do they real- ly believe it? Perhaps, though I doubt it. In- any case the Russian people aren't likely to be fooled by it. : There's a popular joke going the |rounds in Moscow. It takes the 'form of a government Proclama- ; tion of Advice - the kind that Rus- : sians hear from TV and radio an- 'nouncers and read on billboards. ! The joke goes like this: "'In the 'event of a nuclear attack, wrap 'yourself in a sheet and proceed directly to the cemetery."'