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VY Page 4, News, Tuesday, September 24 1991 ---- eaten Tel.: 825-3747 Editorial The Terrace Bay - Schreiber News is published every Tuesday by Laurentian Publishing Ltd, Box 579, 13 Simcoe Plaza, Terrace Bay, Ont., POT. 2W0 Tel.: 807-825-3747. Publisher's Mail Registration No. 2264. Member of the Ontario Community Newspaper Association and the Canadian Community Newspaper Association _ Mystery solved: editor owns car If you've been wondering who owns the bright orange Chrysler that has been wandering all over Terrace Bay and Schreiber the past couple of weeks, let me put your mind to rest. The car is mine. I inherited it from my parents who, immediately after buying it, realized they didn't want to be seen driving a car that glows in the dark. : You see, they bought it from a little old lady who had painted it orange to make sure she wouldn't be hit while driving. And now my parents drive a 1990 Lumina, and the orange car is mine. However, since I am new in town, the car does make me the most visible editor you've ever had. No need to wonder where I am. Just stand on your tippy-toes and look for my car. As for my background, I was born and raised in Sudbury, but I have spent the last seven years in Nova Scotia finishing high school and going to university. I graduated last May with a degree in Journalism and English, and had been freelancing arti- cles in Sudbury when I was hired to replace Rob Cotton. Please let me know what kind of things you would like to see in the paper. As you know, space in a paper this size is limited, so there is a limit to the number of things we can print. There's no way to satisfy everyone. But priority should be given to things important to the community, and the only way I can find out what is important is if the readers tell me. So write me a letter, send me a fax, or give me a call. Since I'm new to the area, most of my editorials will concen- trate on national issues. Until I know enough about local issues, 1 won't be qualified to comment on them. If you have something to say, let me know. But please, no jokes about my car. Darren MacDonald Your new editor community we to ensure that this ver: by. Letters can be mailed to the } POT 2WO. or droped in Terrace Bay. eee Single copies 50 cents incl. Publishet.............-... GST. Subscription rates: Advertising Mgr-....... $18 per year / seniors $12 Editor (local); $29 per year (out of 40 mile radius) $38 in U.S. Add GST to yearly subs. ae Sandy Harbinson Sales Representative..............Lisa LeClair Admin. 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They've featured full page magazine spreads in which a little white girl kisses a little black boy. But this time the ad lads at Benettons have gone too far -- for the British anyway. The inhabitants of Blighty awoke one morning recently to find their country movies. We don't blink at newsreels that show Iraqi conscripts being ionized by Stealth bombers. We gobble up Westerns, the Superbowl and Fight Night Live from Las Vegas... ; But we can't handle the sight of a newborn baby? We had another example of this strange new sensitivity last month when the magazine Vanity Fair hit the stands. There on the front cover was a shot of Hollywood starlet from the waist up. She was facing to he left, turning with a coy smile towards the camera. And she was naked. Nothing unusual in that. = Every week the newsstands sare __ blanketed with : magazines that feature naked cover girls in poses that range from corny cheesecake H to hard core porn. But there was something speckled with Benetton billboards § i | daringly, utterly different of the most obscene and offensive ~ " about the Vanity Fair cover. nature. Radio and television station Arthur Black The starlet was the actress switchboards were inundated with calls from Demi Moore. outraged citizens. Letters that began "I was And she was defiantly, triumphantly shocked and appalled..." fell in blizzard-like pregnant. drifts on the rounded shoulders: of newspaper editors. The British Advertising Standards Authority fielded more than 800 calls demanding the billboards be covered over instantly. Cause of the abomination? Photos of mutilated corpses, perhaps? Closeups of tortured hamsters? Ethiopian refugees? Mike Wallace without makeup? No. Benetton incensed the British public by showing a newborn child, complete with umbilical cord, on its billboards. "It has caused a very large amount of distress to the public," according to director general of the Advertising Standards Authority. In the name of sanity -- why? We accept ea a ee Re ee "eS ei A eee ee I can't recall such pandemonium over a periodical since Time Magazine asked IS GOD DEAD? in big bold letters on its cover about 20 years back. Johnny Carson cracked jokes about the pregnant cover girl. Radio and TV talk shows debated whether or not the editors of Vanity Fair had the 'right' to publish such a shot. Again -- what's the big deal? How can a simple and tasteful shot of a woman with child upset folks as jaded as we are? . Two of the most beautiful things I know in this world are newborn babes and barrel-bellied mothers-to-be. Makes you wonder what would happen if Joseph and Mary tried to book a room in the Jerusalem Inn nowadays. They'd probably give them a room alright. Ae lang ace Marv didn't mind being X-rated.