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Wood ‘oMegiale and J. 4). LONG€T~| Projects in Etobicoke Schaols. All g ml.."m‘,'wmmhfitdhw I Services for lwh-uahmay-fi:%..:ua. coke Schools. % Thursday at Thornerest As â€" Mr. Londervile will speak on|sociation Clubhouse. Coffee will be International Coâ€"operation Year‘ served at 7.45 KR At UN Meeting standing‘ a UNESCO Associated School. Project, at the United Nations West of the Humber Branch meeting, tonight at Thornâ€" mi;m.fiuu:mo: wood Collegiate and J. D. Londerâ€" &'MW-’ I d Services for Etobiâ€" w I P Speaking on the theme ‘Educa« tion ‘ For â€" International Underâ€" ‘=â€" THE ADVERTISER â€" Thursdoy, Januery 20, 1966 students in their final year of high High School Art Collection Displayed At Alderwood Library A collection of art from Canadian :?b hA“&'ud on at M&‘l‘nflp Pubâ€" lic Library, 525 Horner Avenue (one block west of Brown‘s Line, conâ€" tinuation of Hwy. #27), from January 15. All of the paintings are by ination and contemporary skills in oil, poster paint, watercolours, charâ€" Mh&nwflqflym Education Through Art during their 1964 Art Scholarship Program. The collections are organized and toured by the William E. Coutts Co. Ltd. The winners of the $400 scholarâ€" :in-d&-gnuqfqd paintings, which received honorâ€" able mention are included in the exhibition. school who intend to continue studies in the field of aft, and show imagâ€" Branch, 525 Horner Tickets are available at the Mental Health Centre ‘in Port Credit or from Mrs. James Morton at 239â€"8828. Avenue, um CL 1â€"5921. Viewâ€" ing hours: , Tuesday, Thursâ€" day, Friday, 29 3.-.; Saturday, 10â€"6 p.m. Closed Wednesday. building fund will be held in the There will be prizes and refreshâ€" m;fllhwufl:m ‘V:‘unmm&mmd Volunteers Card Party At Hospital A Card Party to raise money for hospital hall on Thursday, January 27, at 8 p.m. â€" K 4 . tz In honour of their golden wedâ€" ing anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. James D. Munro, Brentwood Rd., S., were guests at a reception hostâ€" ed by their son and daughterâ€"inâ€" law, Mr. and Mrs. James Munro, Jr., Decarie Circle, on Saturday, January 15. Some fifty guests were present to offer congratulations. With the exception of their daughter Mary, (Mrs. John MacPherson, Victoria, B.C.) their family was present â€" Couple Honored At Reception On Golden Wedding Anniversary aximoteak Alse huge savings on complete choice of diningâ€"livingâ€" and bedâ€" room svites and gift iteme. CABINET Teak â€" 5 Feet reg. si4e. $134°" TABLE as 1 30 extenos to 78° Reg. si118. _ +99 CHAIR FURNITURE CENTRE LTD. $22 Yonge Street 368â€"4177 FANTASTIC SAVINGS,. FREE STORAGE 1283 CANARY CRESCENT nee s27se 32334 RUGS PROFESSIONALLY CLEANED , .__ FOR THE PRICE OF â€" ~â€" WALLâ€"TOâ€"WALL BROADLOOM CLEANED 259 OFF Mr. and Mrs. James Munro â€"B. A. LIVINGSTON RUG & CARPET CLEANING CO. sons James, Jack, George, and daughter Irene (Mrs. P. Tapson, Windsor, Ont.) and some of their ten grandchildren. and friends from Waterford and Brantford. Messages of congratulation were received from The Honorable John Robarts, Ontario, Reeve John Macâ€" Beth, telegrams from London, Engâ€" land, flowers from the Reeve and Council of Etobicoke, and many cards and gifts, including a polarâ€" oid camera, combined to make this a memorable occasion for the happy couple. _ » Among the fifty guests honourâ€" ing Mr. and Mrs. Munro were Reeve John MacBeth, Etobicoke, Mr. and Mrs. Munro were marâ€" ried in Toronto on January 12, 1916, and resided in West Toronto prior to moving to Brentwood Rd., S., some eight years ago. The years have not wearied them. Mr. Munro is presently employed at the Guaranty Trust \Co., following forty years of service with the T.T.C., â€" Toronto. Consumers To See Metro Film On Crippled Civilians South Royal York Unit of the Consumers‘ Association is holding its regular monthly meeting on Monday, Jariuary 24, at 8 p.m., at the home of Mrs. J. Addison, 17 Bentley Drive. A new color film, ‘It‘s A Wonderâ€" ful World‘, of the Society for Cripâ€" pled Civilians will be presented by A. Fountain of the society. This film, which too slightly over a year to produce, came into being with the aid of some of Canada‘s most talented and able artists and orgénizations. P IA holding a mirror to a city‘s face and placing a finger upon its pulse, it becoffies increasingly difâ€" ficult to differentiate between its citizens, the able and the notâ€"soâ€" able. * Everyone is invited to come and see this film of Metro and its citiâ€" zens. It should be an exciting exâ€" 10 feet in the Temple of Jurhrâ€" built in A.D. 150 at Baaibek near Damascus â€"are the largest ever used in building. Three limestone blocks 63 x 13 x 278 â€" 8324 Photo by Stan Windrim ts Take my own experiences from roughly 6.30 to 8.30 every morning (yes, please do). Unfortunately, I am one of those people who arises feeling alert and pleasant, if not outright jolly, but this is not appreciated in our house where most people are moribund until nine o‘clock. By the time I have cleaned my teeth, combed my hair and sloshed on some perâ€" fume (my. first jobs every morning after putting on the kettle), I am just about at my best. Formidable, as the French would say, which roughly translated means "well, she smells nice even if she‘s no Liz Tayâ€" lor". I make the tea for Ken (never touch the stuff myself), lay the table while it brews and take a cup up to the bedroom where he is lying in hoglike slumber and say gently, "Darling, here‘s your tea, please drink it and come downstairs." I have to give specific instructions like this or and school. Aflnlyn-mhw--htnhmflrfiumufim he pretends not to know what I want. Now this is where he proves how basically tricky he isâ€"he stirs, opens his eyes and says, "Thank you, dear" or he makes a rattling noise in his throat which suggests that he This time I go upâ€"and the old ratfink is still snoring with his head under the pillow and the tea untouched, but he sits up and assures me that he‘s coming at once. On my way down, I call Jeremy whose hairy legs are sticking out of the covers because he has pulled everything up around his head; e groans despairingly and bites his pillow, but he at least doesn‘t even pretend to be getting up. At five past seven I have changed Crumpy‘s bedding (the possum) and given her a cuddle and washed up as far as I can go and called Ken again, but he‘s still not down, so I start up the stairs. He hears my menacing footsteps, leaps out of bed and lurches downstairs, smiling ingratiatingly through. his stubble and scratching himself as he disappears into the bathroom. It is my belief that he curls up in the empty bath and goes to sleep again in there because he‘s such a long time. This means he will be late leayâ€" ing and will also foul up the bathroom traffic because he‘s late. It is useâ€" ful at such a time for a wife to have a list of his husbandly virtues handy in written form so that you can take it out and read them over to yourâ€" self. This may help. While Ken is hibernating in the bathroom, I get the girls up and call Jeremy again and give our teenage (Catholic) boarders; Frank and Mike, their No. 1 call. I can usually rely on them not to get up immediately, by which time Ken is out of the bathroom, though sometimes they fool me and get up too soon. Then they have to go and lie down on the sofa until they feel strong enough to stand up and face the new day. Of course, there is a bathroom upstairs but sometimes the girls get there first, if they‘ve finished breakfast.. Ken leaves about twenty to eight, obviously eager to get to his nice quiet office. One down and four to go. Everyone is up in various degrees of misery (though this doesn‘t affect the boys‘ appetitesâ€"they munch morosely through juice, cereal, and six pieces of toast). Now I have nothing to do except listen to Joni‘s new elephant joke, suggest someâ€" thing for Julie to wear, write notes to the teacher about staying in at recess or going early to the dentist, find the boys paper bags andâ€"clean shirts, take phone calls for Joni ("are you going to wear slacks this morning?"), remember to take the hamburg out of the frig, make my bed (more or less), put on some makeâ€"up (why am I always in the middle There is no doubt about it, dear readers, we women are a marvellous lot. I am driven to this encouraging conclusion once again by the fact that my car is undergoing major surgeryâ€"I will tell you that gruesome story some other timeâ€" and I have to take the bus in to work. Thus it is that I come face to face with a number of women early in the mornâ€" ing instead of driving in solitary state to the office, chortling at Max murâ€"unym“uwnubymm hmâ€"mmmuhmuhmmum &khdrdh-nhhuvm.fiqbu(ummhmym if it were not obscured by six layers of woollies). Apart from a disâ€" mmhethku:h&m“hfimdflwwfinu and look like badlyâ€"combed spaghetti, all the older women I see are all buttoned up, smiling and in their right mindâ€"an achievement in itself since most of them seem to be mums who are off to the busiâ€" mvofldn!urhviudmdymhmtd&w:flw;o& is .&b die or get up. (I can take my choice). Being both optimistie and ting by nature, I assume he‘s really awake and go downstairs to eat two slices of toast with large dollops of butter and lemon curd and my glass of milkâ€"I allow myself five minutes for this calm before the storm. It is now ten to seven. I call up to Ken and he replies immediately, "Coming, dear" in strong, wakeful, manly tones. Lulled into false security (again), I mop through the sittingâ€"room, removing three electric guitars, a nest of gum wrappers and empty cigarette packs and the bongos from the sofa and dust around the embalmed turtle and the amplifiers before it occurs to me that there is no sound of life from upstairs. this is. of my mascara when Julie wants to be buttoned up?), get someone to empty the kitchen garbage, agree that Julie doesn‘t have to walk home from school with Joni if she doesn‘t want to, agree that Joni should cerâ€" tainly look after Julie on the way home from school and get myself dressed. Sometimes this final hour is enlivened by a running discussion (okay, argument) about whether Latin is a dead language (it should be), whether Mike was fairly pinneq in th wrestling match last night, whether one of the high school teachers is really a Communist because he wears red socks and calls the students "you sons of peasants" and Mad as coots. It is daily ordeals of this kind that makes mums what they are, By JOAN SEAGER