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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, January 2, 1985 Terrace Ba fcleuiser y NewS The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario. POT 2W0. Telephone: (807) 825-3747. ADVERTISING SALES.............. San eae See oe ee Vivian Ludington PRODUCTION MANAGEP..........-..-0:eeceeeeeeeeeeeeees Mary Melo Be "Gee, FELLA, : YOU HAD ME WORRIED / lity All THIS ABORTION TALK | WASN'T SURE IF you'D SHOW uP / " What will the new year bring Christmas is over and a New Year lies ahead. What will it bring? What hopes, what dreams? Humility (author unknown) Father, where shall I work today? And my love flowered warm and free. Then he pointed. out a tiny spot, And said, "Tend that for me."' I answered quickly, "Oh no, not that for me, Why, no one could ever see. No matter how well my work was done, Not that little place for me."' And the word He spoke, it was not stern, He answered me tenderly, = "'Oh little one, search that heart of thine, Art thou working for them or me. Nazareth was a little place, And so was Galilee."' If any of us are imperfect, it is our duty to pray for the gift that will make us perfect. Have I imperfections? I am full of them. What is my duty? To pray to God to give me the gifts that will correct these imperfections. If | am an angry man, it is my duty to pray for charity, which suffereth long and is kind. Am I an envious man? It is my duty to seek for charity, which envieth not. So with all the gifts of the gospel. They are intended for this purpose. No man ought to say, "Oh, I can- not help this; it is my nature." He is not justified in it, for the reason God has pro- mised to give strength to correct these things, and to give gifts that will eradicate them. (Millenial Star, April 16, 1894). Charity is the pure love of Christ, charity never faileth. Peter Monks, _President, Terrace Bay Branch, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints My favourite historical characters Ever hear of Ned Ludd? He's one of my favourite historical characters. Ned proved that -- on a whacky planet such as ours -- even a card-carrying fool has a shot at immortality. Ned Ludd was an 18th century English idiot. Certified. He elbowed his way into the history books by putting the boots to some stocking frames own- ed by his employer. Nobody knows for sure what Ned had against the stocking frames, but thirty years after his feeble-minded fit of vandalism, a bunch of angry labourers resurrected his name and used it as a banner under which they set out to destroy all textile machinery. Why? Because new-fangled textile machinery would reducé wages and lead to more unemployment. That's what you believed if you were a Luddite, as these industrial activists came to be known. Well, resistance to change and suspicion of machinery are not at- titudes peculiar to 18th century Lud- dites or even to poor Ned Ludd himself. Galileo was threatened with death for suggesting that the earth revolved around the sun. Down through the ages, the powers that be have seen to it that most carriers of new ideas. were ridiculed, stoned, jailed, crucified or otherwise per- . suaded to stop shaking the applecart. Fear of new ideas is still alive. Folks at the beginning of this century laughed at the Wright Brothers. They scorned Albert Einstein. I remember when Henry Gibson, poet laureate of the comedy show Laugh In, came on poem that blew a modern day genius right out of the water. Henry Gibson stood there, all po- faced, and simply said: Marshall McCluhan What're you doin'? It brought the house down. Jokes about new ideas or machinery often do. I too, have scored some easy laughs off computers that don't work and machines that miscue. But I would, I expect, have trouble getting a laugh out of Herman Kaemps. Mister Kaemps is a trapper in the Yukon. Last month, while tending his trapline, Mister Kaemps fell. and wrecked his back. He couldn't walk. The temperature was well below zero and there wasn't another human be- ing within fifty miles. weer e tapers Mister Kaemps was raven bait. Many in his position had perished in years gone by. His future -- barring a miracle -- was obvious. And brief. But Herman Kaemps had one thing in his packsack that his luckless predecessors lacked. He had an ELT -- an Emergency Locator Transmit- ter. That's the device which emits signals from a downed plane enabl- ing trackers to find it. Herman Kaemps wasn't supposed to have one. He was unlicenced. It is an offence under Section 3 of the Radio Act to install, operate or possess an ELT without a licence. Mister Kaemps, facing death as he was, decided to risk a ticket. He turned on the ELT. The signal it emitted streamed up and out of the Pe frigid Yukon wastes, up, up into the ionosphere and beyond until finally it ... bounced ... Off a satellite. Just as it's supposed to. The signal was relayed to the Rescue Co- ordination Centre in Victoria, B.C. The alarm was transmitted to local rescue personnel. Within hours, Her- man Kaemps was riding back to civilization, safe in the belly of a helicopter. A trapper saved by a satellite. A man who eked out a living in the wilderness, rescued by Star Wars technology. A lot of folks bemoan the money spent on Apollos and Saturns and Titans and other Space paraphernalia. Herman Kaemps isn't one of them.