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age 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, May 29, 1985 Terrace Bay The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by: : Schreiber Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario, POT 2W0. . Telephone: (807) 825-3747. GENERAL/ADVERTISING MANAGER ............----- Vivian Ludington 'EDITOR ....... i 2 isd: bs ee eee ae Kelley Ann Chesley oe OPFIGE = bk a a es Irene Folz } PRODUCTION MANAGER. .........----------000ee ees Mary Melo Some residents of the communities may be well aware of the Pro- vincial Parks in this area, but for those who are only familiar with Neys and Rainbow you may be interested to know there are seven others, including Schreiber Channel and the Slate Islands. The Slate Islands have just recently come under the Ministry of Natural Resources protection. A management Plan to establish the Islands as a National Environment Provincial Park is in the works. The public will be able to comment on the project in the very near future. The purpose of a Environment Park is to ensure the preservation of the significant earth and life science features that are found. These Parks are also very important to the scientific community, providing an outdoor laboratory for a wide variety of biological and botanical research. While protecting these features, National Environment Parks also incorporate recreational access. Gravel River, with it's unique river mouth formation and Craig's Pit (near Marathon) with it's display of glacial kettle holes, are both recognized as Provincial. Nature Reserve Parks and therefore the distinctive landforms and habitat are preserved and protected for educational and research purposes. Red Sucker Point and the Prairie River Mouth are candidates for Nature Reserve classification. Both these Parks have significant land- form deposits and formations. Red Sucker Point has a series of beach ridges that is the best developed feature of it's kind along the North Shore of Lake Superior. Then there is the Steel River, which is a candidate Waterway Park. A Waterway classification incorporates outstanding recreational water routes with representative natural features and historical resources to provide high quality recreational and educational experiences. Steel River encompasses a 200 metre corridor along the Steel Lake and River System. It is a 160 kilometer waterway system with a com- "_.- AND FURTHER 70 (Q1CHAEL WULZONG " FINANCIAL CUTBA--- : bined land and water area of 70,572 hectares and is a designated Pro- vincial canoe route, consisting of three separate published trips. Our area is rich in historical landforms; the smaller lakes, rivers and waterways, combined with Lake Superior and the Slate Islands is for many people a paradise to preserve, respect and enjoy. Canadians are blessed in , that they can write to their elected representatives (members of Parliament) and appointed represen- tatives (senators) free of A Thought for the Week We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing; others judge us by what we have done. - Longfellow charge. In the philatelic world, that's known as free frank- ing, and I suspect that not many Canadians know of this privilege. A "frank" is the "act of sending mail free of stage," according to This Is Philately, by Ken Wood. As a matter of interest, it was abuse of this sort of system that led to the in- troduction of penny postage in Britain in 1840, and so the first postage stamp and, as important, the beginning of stamp collecting. Stamps not required on letters to Senators, or Mps A "frank" is usually a signature, or replica thereof, often in the upper right corner of an envelope, where a stamp would be placed normally. When the introduction of postage stamps to bring in postal revenue and thwart the frankers, not to men- tion counterfeiters, Queen Victoria's correspondence was adorned with stamps, the penny blacks and reds, showing her portrait. She intended to set an example, one that was not followed by her erstwhile eldest son when he became King Ed- ward VII. That's surpris- ing, because he was an ear- postage stamp was in- troduced. In 1764, the British Parliament passed an act setting a penalty of seven years in a penal col- ony for anyone convicted' of counterfeiting franks. In Canada, parliamen- tarians can communicate with constituents without paying postage, usually by using a postage meter with '*.00" instead of a value, and postmarked "House of Commons" or whatever. Citizens can reply, or originate mail to parliamentarians. They can just pop it into a mailbox without affixing a stamp. Until about a decade move it, with no offsetting revenue. The more mail moved, the more it cost Canada Post. Now, departments must '*pay" for mailing, just as we do. Accountants would say it is, in effect, a money transfer in that many government departments pay a Crown corporation that is, at present, subsidized. It seems fair to me that government departments use stamps, except that some use meters. But let's not get into what that does to stamp collecting. Canada Post has free franking, and that makes ly and dedicated stamp ago, all mail from all sense, too. Think of all the collector. federal government depart- continued on page 11 The franking problem ments moved postage free. = had existed for more than a century when the first That's a lot of mail, and it cost Canada Post a lot to ; The ordeals of a columnist People often stop me on the street and blurt: "Say, Art .. what's it like to be a major, world-famois weekly newspaper columnist, the scourge of politicians, dining at the best restaurants, pulling in hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and hay- ing scores of willing, nubile groupies grovelling around your slip-on Guccis?"' My reply is invariably the same. A modest: "How the hell would I know?"' There are a lot of myths about the newspaper business. Glamour and huge paycheques are two of them. I blame Woodward and Bernstein for the flagrant misrepresentation. Ever since they made untold millions by toppling a U.S. President, writing a book about it and taking an option on the movie rights -- folks have got the idea that being a reporter involves little more than playing polo with Ali Khan and occupying a celebrity slot on the Justice League of America Crimefighters Team. Let me put it as simple as I can: The newspaper business is Not Glamorous. Unless you consider it glamorous to have a little old lady with blue hair hammer on your door at seven in the morning demanding that you write a column about her missing canary. Unless you consider it glamorous to be accosted by a hairy-knuckled 260-pound trucker at the Safeway checkout counter demanding to know if you're the faggot who wrote the poem that poked fun at Truck Stop menus. Unless you consider it glamorous to find in your mail box several thou- sand pages of crinkled, coffee- blotched manuscript with a note ex- plaining that it is the autobiography of an ex-speed freak and could you please read it over and suggest improvements. Aha, you say, Maybe the newspaper game isn't quite as sexy as it's made out to be, but what about those big bucks? Newspaper colum- nists get paid well, right? Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho and ho. The answer is Yes. Providing your name is Russell Baker, James Reston or Allan Fotheringham. Those learn- ed scribblers get paid very well indeed. The rest of us are expected to sur- vive on a diet of LePages glue, pen- cil shavings and all the ketchup and mustard envelopes we can steal from takeout restaurants. The comedian Fred Allen once suggested that a Hollywood Press Agents heart was small enough to fit comfortably in a flea's navel. I think Mister Allen was mistaken. I think he meant to say "a newspaper publisher's heart."' Your average newspaper publisher is so tight he squeaks when he walks. He can not only wring blood from a stone, he'll sell the stone a year's subscription plus two display ads in the upcoming Geology Supplement. To even suggest that newspaper publishers would somehow willing- ly pay their hardworking columnists anything close to a living wage is to revel in black humour of a particular- ly malicious vein. Listen -- we are talking here about a guy who sends flowers to his mother each Mother's Day. Collect. "All right" I hear you saying. "You don't write for the glamour; you don't do it for the money -- why do you put yourself through it? Why not quit newspapers and get into an honest line of work -- like robbing graves or making obscene phone calls?"' Frankly, it's because of the graft. People who fall for the glamour and big bucks myth about this business sometimes believe they can buy a lit- tle favourable ink by bestowing gifts on me. And they're absolutely correct. I am more than willing to write kindly to anyone in the audience who would like to give me a free convertible, a brand new wardrobe or a weekend for two at Minaki. I've been hinting along those lines in my column for years. Last week -- finally! -- somebody took the bait. I was preparing for bed, just turning out the lights when I heard a furtive knock at my front door, followed by the sounds of feet skittering down the street. I opened the door to find ... a large burlap sack. Clearly meant for me. Obvious- ly an attempt to buy my attention. But frankly ... this is not what I had envisaged. I appreciate the gesture but ... really, if you don't mind, I'll pass this little bit of payola on to so- meone else. Anyone else, actually. Bag of smelts, anyone?