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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - June 23, 1973, Lethbridge, Alberta Saturday, Jon. 23, 1973 THE LETHBKIDGI HERALD 5 People of the South Chris Stewart Irishman prefers Canada to Emerald Isle The Voice Of One -By. DR. FRANK S. MORLEY Eighty-four year old Chris- wpher Murphy of 1240 7th Avenue South belittles any charm connected with "kissing the blarney stone" but firmly believes in "the luck of the Irish." "It's a fact the Irish are he laughs at least it has been so in his case and with many of his Irish acquain- tances. He simply refused to bs low- ered, head first, feet strapped, to kiss the big "stone" lodged below the battlements of Blarn- ey castle in County Cork and has long suspected there was a lot of "hokum" connected with this practice at Lord Mus- kerry's rath century castle, where it is believed the "stone" resting under the 18 inch tfack castle walls confers eloquence on those who kiss it. He'd rather depend on Irish luck, anytime. Proud to be Irish? Just watch his face glow as he praises the Emerald Isle, its pretty col- leens, carpets of shamrocks, its shillelaghs and shenanigans. But his greatest pride is in tha people of Eire, who in electing both a Protestant premier and president have, in his opinion, prcven to the world that this Catholic-majority republic has no room for bigotry. "There's no bigotry in south- ern he says proudly. "I think the people are an ex- ample both to Ulster and to the rest of the world." His prids in his southern Irish heritage deepened on his recent visit with renowned long-time Eire past president, Eamon de- Valera, 91, who, with Mr. Mur- phy, attended Dublin's Black- rock College 70 years ago. He remembers de Valera as the gangling, lean, star rugby play- er, math whiz and subsequent mathematics professor, before 1916 when he joined the Irish volunteer organizers of the Free Ireland Easter uprising, that wrenched Ireland from Britain after 300 years' rule. Born in New York, of a Span- ish father (with a long line of soldier ancestors) and an Irish mother, de Valera is one of the last survivors of the 1916 up- rising. The reunion between the two Blackrock graduates bridged such major events as de Val- era's rescue from the British firing squad because of his Am- erican citizenship; his stow- away trip (in a ships' bow) to America where he was present- ed with the keys to New York and made a chief of the Chip- pewa Indians before returning to Ireland with million, rais- ed from Irish-Americans to help free Ireland from Britain. His organization of the Fianna Fail (soldiers of destiny) in 1926, the withholding of the million paid annually by Irish farmers to former English landlords and the many color- ful events of his 50 year presi- dency of Eire distinguished his post-college days. The two Irishmen, reviewing Canadian news, recalled de Val- era's visit to Ottawa 10 years ago when the late Gov.-Gen Geo- rge Vanier and the late Prime Minister Lester Pearson, in their official welcome, claimed ancestries as Irish as that of Thomas d'arcy McGee, a found- er of Canadian Confederation who emigrated from Ireland in 1849. The political maturity Mr. Murphy found in Eire sharply contrasted with his vivid early recollections of discrimination in northern Ireland. He recalls applying for work at Belfast's Harland-Wolf shipbuilding ccm- pany (the builders of the Titan- ic) and knowing instinctively he wouldn't be hired because he signed himself a Roman Cath- olic. This large firm, with a staff of 8000, hadn't one RC on its payroll. On an earlier return visit to Ireland he was in Belfast on July 12 when his hosts invited him to join in the Orange- men's Day celebration. To h i s disgust their idea of fun con- sisted of tossing nuts and bolts (allegedly supplied by Harland- Wolf) through Catholic church windows. He flatly refused, an- nouncing "I wouldn't break windows in anyone's church, be it Protestant or Catholic." This native of Dublin, who served his apprenticeship at the Dublin Machine sailed to St. John's, New Brunswick, in 1910, along with a half dozen fellow-machinists. Irish luck was with him. Ha landed a job at the CPR's Angus shops in Montreal and two years later (at the time of the gas discov- ery) moved west to Medicine Hat. "I though gas was the most wonderful thing I had ever recalls. "It made heating so simple compared to the coal fires I had known back in Ireland." His urge to travel took him touring the U.S. in a caboose, stopping off in Spokane and St. Paul to work before settling in Havre, Montana, where ha assembled nine huge mallet- compound locomotives that bad been shipped from Schenectady, New York, and that could handle twice the load of ordinary steam en- gines. Mr. Murphy welcomed these powerful substitutes for "pushers" used to haul freight through high mountain posses. He can remember as many as three "pushsrii" being used to ease freight through high alti- tudes in the Roger's Pass be- tween Field and Revelstoke be- fore the five mile Connaught tunnel was completed. He spent an unforgettable seven months in this region and re- calls returning to his hotsl to find it covered by a landslide, snd the CPR crew being hous- ed in box cars until the debris could be cleared away. He won- dered why second storey ex- terior stairs extended from the upper balcony but soon learned (with snow arriving as early as July) that by mid-winter the main floor entrance was blocked by high drifts with patrons be- ing forced to enter through the second storey. He came north from Havre to Calgary prematurely, think- ing the Ogden shops were ready for hiring but accepted an al- ternative position as master mechanic at Fort Macleod, where in 1917 he married the former Margaret McDonald of Pincher Creek, who had grown up in the Fort city. He recalls driving over dirt roads in his new Model T Ford, complete with roll-back top, purchased in 19J3 for with the wind gust- ing so that he could hardly make headway. His thin tires spun endlessly in axle-deep gumbo and passengers, en- trenched in mud, pushed feverishly as he leaned oa the wheel. He was frequently called out to operate the CPR crane to remove debris following train crashes at Fort Macleod, Frank, Bow Island and Banff. A train load of 70 Model T cars plus a carload of boots plumet- ting down the mountain slopes in one derailment west of Cal- gary. He blames the profusion of railroader passes as a chief rea- son for the demise of passen- ger service in southern Alber- ta. "On -many trips there were only half a dozen paying pas- sengers. All the rest were rail- way employees and their fam- ilies travelling free." He re- members one Christmas visit to Fernie, in particular, when all but two of the passengers were riding on passes. He views the cancellation of ser- vice between Medicine Hat, Lsthbridge and Kimberley as the area's severest loss. He was transferred to Leth- bridge in 1919. In 1933, this "railway buff" quit the CPR for a millwright's position with the provincial government elevat- ors. One of his first recom- mendations was that elevator heating be converted from coal to gas as he viewed coal heat as both dirty and uneconomi- cal. "Even forty years ago they were warning us of a pending coal shortage and there is still plenty to be he shrugs. "I wonder what all the fuss was about, sometimes." He remembers, as if it were yesterday, the excitement around Turner Valley, south of Okatoks, when the gas glare, shooting high above the pipes, could be seen as far away as Lethbridge. The upper windows of the ele- vators on the city's eastern out- skirts, offering him a panaram- ic view of the surrounding countryside, was a pleasant contrast from the dark, round- house of Mr. Murphy's rail- road days. Farms stretched out before his view, as far as his eye could see, and within close range were the wooden side- walks, dirt roads and the odd tree in town as well as the sprawling prisoner-of-war camp to the east, housing up to 000 German prisoners. "We would watch the prisoners, dressed in shirts centred with a big red dot, playing football in the fields, and observe them, selling tamed sparrows, which they had carefully painted yel- low and advertised as canaries, with unobservant local resi- dents not knowing the differ- ence. Many of the prisoners, work- Ing on neighboring farms, fell in love with southern Alberta and returned following the arm- istice. This native of Dublin, who in his 20's couldn't resist the gaudy poster-appeal to come to Canada, is one of this coun- try's keenest promoters. Rais- ed on a Galway farm and offer- ed a lucrative start by his real- tor father, Chris Murphy views the 360 mile island known as "a little bit of heaven" as a poor substitute for the oppor- tunities Canada offers. "Here there is freedom, op- portunity and reward for hard work. My early memories are of Eire farmers ploughing tirelessly with the British gouging their profits in taxes. Here in Canada there is no ra- cial or denominatonal discrim- ination, no smellness or bitter- ness, and this means everything to according to Murphy. "When will the unrest in Ul- ster I sked this spry, witty octegenarian. "When the British have enough sense to go was his thoughtful reply. "Today in Wicklow, in southern Ireland, all the trees are gone they were chopped down years ago when British troops used them for hiding but that's all in the past and today Eire is peaceful and progressive, while in Ulster even the famous linen factories are boarded up be- cause people are acting irra- tionally. "Eamon de Valsra referred to Ireland as one of the oldest nations in the he said, "but age calls for responsible, mature living and it is time those in Ulster behaved respon- sibly. When they do, Ulster will be peaceful too." Chris Murphy chats with Eire past president Eamon de Valera while daughter Patricia and son Bill look on. Hook reviews Civility in police relations "The Police and the Public" by Albert J. Rciss, Jr. (Mc- Gill-Quecn's University Press, 221 In the absence of an equi- valent Canadian investigation into police work .and police public relations, this book will probably be read widely by "God Stand up For Bas- tards" by David Leitch (An- dre Dcuisch Ltd. 231 pages, 57.95, distributed by David Leitch was sold through a "babies for sale" classified ad in The London Daily Express, when he was seven days old. As a reporter for The Sim- day Times he was in Los An- geles when Robert Kennedy was shot. He doesn't have anything good to say about Kennedy but there is a chapter devoted to Becky, a nymphet who brought a lot of warm summer sex- shine into adolescent bastard Leitch's life. This is an enjoyable romp through the grass and roll through the hay, interspersed with bits and scraps of a re- porter's life, but it's all slightly superficial. A couple of episodes arc wild- ly hilarious, especially the tale about the fellow who trades bras and stockings for the pleasures of big bosoms. Some- thing that can only be done, apparently, in the parched areas under the Soviets. "Give it a good my wife says. I say "tut, tut." Remember what happened to Erol Flynn? D'ARCY RICHARD students of sociology and law enforcement, as well as lay- men. No doubt there'll be (valid) complaints that "The Police and The Public" was written by an American Yale University professor on obser- vations made mainly in Bos- ton, Washington, Detroit and Chicago, from 19C2 to 1966. Thus, a great part of the book is not applicable to Canada and may even be outdated in the U S Cynics could contend that the latter probability may make it relevant to Canadian society, since it is said that Canada is a few years behind the U.S. in matters of crime as well as any other major problem en- countered in America.) Riding with the police during their tours of duty in 1963 and 1964, the author's observations mainly confined to samp- les of encounters with inhabi- tants of black ghettos where there is a higher incidence of crime and more public com- plaints. Three "ideal types" of police command were select- ed. Boston was chosen to rep- resent the traditional "Irish Chicago was chosen to represent "the model of the modern, bureaucratically or- ganized and Wash- ington because it was "in the process of professionalizing the staff." In view of such ob- servations based on social con- ditions unique to the U.S.A., I fail to sec how the author's ex- periences on the beat could pos- sibly be of importance to Can- ada. The same applies to tables and statistics incorpor- ated in this book. There is, however, more common ground in either chap- ters on "policing everyday "police manners and and "toward a civil police." Crime prevention, methods of utilizing information, speed traps to prevent violation of speed limitb, measuring the growth or reduction in the rate of violations, crime and violence, seem much the same as in Canada. There are cer- tainly passages in this book that sound too familiar for comfort. For example: "The bargain justice of encour- aging the defendant to enter a plea of guilt renders the normative power of the Court ephemeral. Not only do defendants bargain away a most fundamental right by pleading guilty, but the prose- cutor and the courts also ef- fectively bargain away most of their power to hold the pol- ice accountable for their be- havior towards Obviously, riding with pa- trols, the author is, in the eyes of the public, associated with them and therefore gets a somewhat one-sided view of public relations. Professor Reiss acknowledges this prob- lem and tries to compensate for such shortcomings by cer- tain suspicions of police moti- vations in such irrelevancies as, for example, an officer crack- ing a joke while talking to a suspect. Relevant to our Canadian so- ciety, no doubt, is the author's closing remark: "Lest anyone conclude that the dependence of civil police on a civil society is a licence for police to mis- behave, it should be clear that it is the responsibility of the government in a democratic society to ensure that its ser- vants behave in a civil fashion. The police are not only obliged behave in a civil way toward citizens but their behavior is strategic in changing relations between citizens and the police. To tlie degree that we can de- velop civility in police relations with citizens, we move toward a civil society." EVA BREWSTER The greatest men in America If you had to choose the three greatest men in America's recent history, you would probably pick a president, a scientist and a millionaire, say Teddy Roosevelt, Henry Ford, and Thomas Edison, with John Dewey, Woodrow Wilson, and Charles Lindbergh thrown in as alternates. When Glenn Clark made his three selections he had stand- ards of measurement quite different from most people and chose George Washington Carver, Charles M. Sheldon, and Walter Russell, a scientist, a clergyman, and an artist and sculptor. These men had outstanding achievements and were men of genius, but they were admired by Dr. Clark for an entirely dif- ferent reason. They had related to Reality in such a way that they had immediacy of experience, inspiration, and power. They had obeyed the injunction of Dante, that a man should "act creatively from im- mediate communion with the life Thus Clark contends that every man car- ries an incredible genius which is rarely used or iealized. George Washington Carver, son of a slave, had a very limited education but was the greatest scientist America has produced, not excepting Edison or anyone else. He revolutionized the economy of the South, diversifying agriculture from cotton to sweet potatoes and peanuts, then fLid- ing 300 uses for peanuts including dyes, flour, cheese, milk, soaps, insulating board, and a fascinating number of other unex- pected products. He did the same thing with the sweet potato. From wood shav- ings he made synthetic marble. Had he not been black his fame would have been enor- mous. He insisted that his discoveries came as an immediate communication from God. Rising at four o'clock In the morning he would go into the woods to God's messages. On Sundays he did no work, going to church morning and evening. The Rev. Charles M. Sheldon, born in New York in 1857, wrote the book, "In His which, with the exception of the Bible, Shakespeare, and possibly Dale Carnegie, has been the all-time best seller in the English language with over 30 mil- lion copies in many languages. The theme of the book was, "What Would Jesus and the author applied the question to a variety of occupations and situations. The most fascinating personality is that of Walter Russell, whom Clark calls "the man who tapped the secrets of the uni- verse" (Macalester Park Publishing Co. Saint In 1948 Walter Russell and his wifa retired to an Italian renaissance marble palace on a Virginia mountain top to devote their lives to the study of human relations and the key to the development of the innate genius possessed by every man. Without formal education Russell was a genius in painting, sculpture, architec- ture, music, and philosophy. He was the man Alexis Carrel most wanted to meet and never did. He demonstrated in his life his belief that "when the self of man walks and talks with God one ascends to the great heights and desires of his ambitions as the tree ascends from its seed." This is the key to "The Divine Iliad" and the uni- versal law. It ivorked in B.C. By Mirray J. Coleman, Lethbridge County teacher I used to be a Conservative but that was a long time time ago. Three niggardly settlements imposed by government-appointed arbitrators on of my colleagues and our government's total disregard for the legal rights of teach- ers have cured me of my sickness. It's true that government only treated teachers this way after the atrocious crime of a strike had been committed. Teach- ers have the legal right to strike, but this becomes irrelevant when the government notices that "extreme privation and human suffering" (f-he wording of the Labor Act) are taking place. Perhaps the government ended the last two strikes to save the teachers further suffering. Somehow I doubt it. Credibility gap is an overworked term, but it applies all too well to our govern- ment's dealings with teachers. During the recent strike in Southern Alberta, I recall the minister of labor announcing that a new offer, "reasonable and fair to both was being sent to the negotia- tors. I can't recall a cabinet minister an- nouncing that a news blackout had been imposed by the minister of labor. The de- batable legality of this action was ques- tioned in the Legislature, and the plain fact is that the minister didn't do anything of the sort. We obviously can't take wprds ser- iously, so we must turn to actions, and in the actions of the government the message is unmistakable. Teachers have the choice of accepting whatever generosity local trus- tees offer or losing three weeks' pay in a strike and then being turned over to the tender mercies of an 'impartial' arbitra- tor. Impartial? The government appoints the arbitrator. The government pays for about 73 per cent the money expended on education. Arbitrators are chosen from occupations which are non-unionized and generally contemptuous of the econo- mic status of unionized people. Please tell me again about "impartiality." All this is history. What about the future? The standard answer must be that if you don't like a government you must change it. Given the current government's record, given that the Socreds are led by an ex- officer of the Alberta School Trustees' As- sociation, given the non-existence of tha Liberals as a political force In this prov- ince, one is left with a rather simple choice. ERIC NICOL Medical crisis "Cowards die many times beLore their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once." One way that I have kept my tally down to 463 deaths is by avoiding going to the doctor for a check-up. For 15 years. (The one time I had to go into tepital I managed to get in without a complete medical examination. It's almost worth breaking a leg.) Recently I visited our family doctor at his office. I had to go. He had told me that he could not take care of what was wrong with me over the phone. I had hoped that modern surgical procedure enabled the physician to spare the knife and some- how reach ihz afflicted area by means of a tube through the blower. Mind you, I have no fear of the doc- tor's waiting room. I have sat in it doz- ens of times, waiting for a member of the family to emerge from the inner sanc- tum. It is die cubicles beyond tha wait- ing room that I have seen as housing the Croupier to whom I cash in my chips. So long as I don't have to walk that last mile past the smiling nurse, where the wall-to-wall yields to flagstones stained with tears of the doomed, I can be chipper as a chickadee. I don't need the magazines to divert my mind, or the acquarium of tropical fish, or even the lab technician's well filled nylons. I am content just quietly breathing through my nose. But when I too am scheduled to enter the chamber of anatomical horrors my gloom is impenetrable. The tropical fish could jump out of the tank and do a Marx Brothers routine with- out removing the glaze from my eyes. The legs of the lab technician mean no more to me than support for the Cassandra responsible for analyzing my vital juices and finding them to be entirely consumed by terminal globs. As for the magazines cadi falls open to the article titled "Are Funerals Too Ex- I stare at the page but the words are not absorbed at the rate recommend- ed by reading experts. "Laughter, the Best says the Reader's Digest. Sad beyond belief. I have found more comedy in Osdipus Rex. I regard the other patients. Some are chatting away, blithely, their sanity obvi- ously shattered by pain and anxiety. I have been told that many people actually enjoy their visit to the doctor. I don't be- lieve it. These people are shills for the Canadian Medical Association. While I wait an elderly woman is assist- ed to a chair, her arm in a cast, her count- enance wan. Lucky devil. She knows what's wrong with her. I'd trade places with her like a shot, if the fates could be bribed to slip her the mickey. Summoned to the little cubicle and left there, alone, the door closed behind me, I am satisfied. This is it. Just as I dreamed. A rack of towels, an examination slab, and thou. My doctor enters, genuinely surprised to meet me again after all these years. He is almost reticent about touching me. "Bet- ter take off your he says, and goes out. Probably to phone the morgue.' He returns. He has given me my chance to escape, without my pants, and I goofed it. After I have puffed and coughed and gagged on the popsicle stick, he says: "You can put your pants on." Looking him firmly in the eye, I say: "Doctor, some people want their physician to tell them, frankly and honestly, the truth about their condition. I want you to know that I am not one of them." My doctor smiles cryptically and tells me to go. He hasn't even pulled the sheet up over my face. I'm free. Good old Doc. Salt of the earth. I gail out past the lab technician. Damn fine-looking woman, that ;