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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - March 17, 1973, Lethbridge, Alberta Saturday, March 17, 1973 THE LETHBRIDGE HERALD _ 5 Busy making energy The Voice Of One -By. DR. FRANK S. MORIEY Noar Brocket on tho Peigan Rcscrvo Pholo by Bill Groencn You're just as cold as you feel By Eraser Hodgson, free-lance writer AH of us older people will tell you we had much colder weath- er in the old ilays than we do now. I don't know whether sta- tistics would prove that or nob but that doesn't really matter. A lot of us know there were some mighty cold days years ago because we had to be outside most of Ihe time. you are doing outside, 'where you arc working and the job you have makes quite a dif- ference to liow cold you think it is. No matter how cold and. windy the weather got while working in the bush it didn't bother you too much because you were sheltered by trees. But when learns tors got out on unprotected muskeg they and their horses tried to keep their backs to the wind. You could keep warm in the open pitch- ing hay on a cold day with a slight wind blowing the breeze turned stiff you couldn't work hard enough to keep the frost out. Working or standing around in a ham or shed was a pleasure after a spell out- side almost as nice as going in by the fire. I've had several jobs in my lifetime where I was sure I'd freeze to death before I found a nice warm stove. I can recall some very cold weather when I was a kid go- ing to school in Swift Current when they sometimes closed the school o day or two. We wore moccasins and rubbers on our feet. Some had moose- hide shoepacks or at least they were called and when a roomful! of kids got warmed up the place smell- ed like a wet horse had come to school. We had .macMnaw coats ar.d several sweaters, scarfs, toques, mitts and muf- flers. We put them on or peel- ed them off according to the temperature of the clay. Those days arc just (or old folks to brag and reminisce about. Though the weather sometimes still gels pretty cold, clothes and outdoor ha- bits have changed greatly. Kids ride in a heated bus, farmers have closed, heated cabs on trucks and tractors and out- side winter work is cut to al- most nothing. AH oldlimers will say modern kids are soft. I've been so cold so many times that I didn't think I'd ever get warm again and I'd swear I was still cold from the day before when I went out in the morning. I recall a trip hauling hay against a hard northwest wind when the horses refused .to face it and I had to let them turn tail every hun- dred yards to, catch their breath. I couH turn sideways on the load but they could only stand it so long. You couldn't stop them from swinging out for a few minutes. It's a won- der the poor critters didn't have sinus trouble. We would hardly be warmed up next morning when we had to go after another load. But we were never satisfied because a few months later we were com- plaining about the terrible heat. I think- tho coldest trip I ever got roped into was in Jan- uary, U23. I was working for a small rancher in the sand- hills 50 miles west of Swift Current who also had a farm south of the local small town of Piapot where he was winter- ing five Hereford bulls and about 30 three-year old steers. His hired man needed some help hauling feed so I was sent there for a couple of weeks. An extra team and rack vyas needed as well as the fanning mill so we could clean seed graui in our spare time. I put on all the clothes I had, wrap- ped a couple of horse blankets around my legs and started off that morning with the wagon and rack loaded with mill and a saddle to ride one of the horses back home. I don't know how cold it was as we didn't have a thermometer but I know it was far below zsro with a very brisk north wind blowing. The only good thing (if tliere was any) was that I was going south, but before I got a mile down the road it started snow- ing. Why does everylhing pile up on these tough snow, wind, and miles of snow- filled trail but it wouldn't be worth mentioning if every- thing wasn't against you. It was 1G miles to town (hen eight more out to the farm. I fed Uie horses in the livery barn and had a lunch at the cafe. It was just dark when the farm came in sight. I could hardly let go of the lines and if the hired man hadn't been there I'm sure I could never have unliitched the team. That was the coldest two weeks ot my life. I had Iced to haul, water to pump, cattle to feed, bulls to look after, do our own cooking and clean grain while we rested and I don't tliink it ever got above zero. The house windows coat- ed over with ice till we couldn't see out. Every morning Uie fire was out and everything was frozen solid. We couldn't even make colfee till the wa- ter bucket thawed out. The cat followed the dying fire across the kitchen stove and was al- ways curled up on the front lid in the morning. FinaUy Uie tail end of a Chi- nook arrived and I saddled one of the team and headed north but had just got a mile north of town when the Chinook turn- ed cold and froze me up again before I got around the end of Crane Lake. My leather-lined Mackinaw .with knitted storm cuffs and "plucked beaver" collar was no match for the north wind that hit that day. It seems to me I didn't thaw out completely till spring. I Ihink it's easier to find a cool place in summer, than it is a warm spot in winter. I'm sure all oldlimers will agree that we used to have much longer and colder win- ters years ago and blizzards came oftener and lasted for days. I've nearly frozen my hands and feet frequently since the early thirties when I got away from horses but it isn't the same bone chilling cold that soaks deep and takes hours to chase away. Most people who go out in the cold now do it for recrea- tion only. Skiing and snowmo- biling are usually just for fun and there's always a place to warm up not far away. How many frosty trips do you re- member with no warm fire or hot coffee available till the day ended? One thing about a good freezing the contrast of heat sure feels good. New information from old "Blackberry by Margaret Mead (William Morrow ami Co., SOS pages, S10.50, distributed by George J. McLcoiI, Ltd.) "Blackberry winter, tlw Ume when the hoarfrost lies on the blackbeny blossoms; without this Iroat tho bsrries will not set. It is the forerunner of a rich harvest." Even as these words speak the truth, so this all encom- passing book brings forth a truly rich harvest. Margaret Mead, world re- no w n e d anthropologist, elo- quently relates the events of her life up to The Second World Eldest of 'five children, daughter of a sociologist moth- er and a professor father, Dr. Mead is a convcnUon liberated woman, a marvelous personal- ity, human, caring, concerned. Two women played a strate- gic role in her early life, her strong willed paternal grand- mother and her independent, culture conscious mother. Their concern for Uie human race sowed the seeds of what promised to be a successful career in her later life. Dr. Mead's childhooil and early school years were spent in Pennsylvania, then a year at Depamv College (her father Feeling for words and people "Wandering Ilaffcrty" b y Ken Mitchell (Macmillaa Company of Canada Limited, 210 pages, This is the first novel by Ken Mitchell, born in Moose Jaw in 39-10 and now teaching crea- tive writing at Uie University of Saskatchewan, Rcgina cam- pus. He has previously had stories chosen for anthologies of Canadian literature so must have achieved some notoriety as an able writer. Wandering Raffcrly docs not come through to this reviewer ss a potential Canadian classic. There is something very pathe- tic about a man, as obviously alert 'as Rafferty was, dissipa- ting his ability and his health in crawling from one beer par- lor to another across the coun- try. In between pubs, and in order to pay for the next visit, Rafferty travelled up and down western Canada selling sub- scriptions for the Mother Goose magazine to gullible young mothers. Tliere is some interest to be found in his visits to places with which the reader is famil- iar. Coleman, Fort Macleod, Lclhbrklge and Medicine Hat are included in lu's Mother Goose and boozing itinerary. Some minor errors in Ihe geog- raphy of downtown Lelhbridge make one question the validity of descriptions of other visit- ed areas, but this in no way affects the story. Ken Mitchell ought to tackle a more challenging theme. He does have a feeling for words and experiences and people. E. W. Ken Mitchell will read and discuss his work Thursday, March 22, ot p.m., in room 233, physical education tniililing, University of L c t bridge. attended this college Then it was on fj> Barnard College in New York, where, under the skilled guidance and influence of anthropologists Ruth Bene- dict and Franz Boas, her avid interest hi people and their problems, bolh social and cul- tural, developed into a love of anthropology. Specifically, an anthropolo- gist "deals with Uie origin, de- velopment, races, customs and beliefs of mankind." Interest- ingly enough, at different times in her life, Dr. Mead wanted to become a lawyer, a nun, a writer, or a minister's wife Will six children. Dr. Mead writes mill un- equaled candor of her three marriages; in 1923 to Luther Cressman, a young student minister; in 1928 to Meo For- tune whom she met on board ship on her return voyage from Samoa, and in 1936 to Gregory Bafeson, English an- thropologist and father of her beloved daughter, Catherine; the man Dr. found her happiness and ultimate fulfil- ment with, through their shar- ed interest as anthropologists and through their marriage and family. Dr. Mead vividly describes her field trips to Samoa, Ma- mis, New Guinea and Bali. A truly adventurous woman, de- termined to unearth the very essence of life in the various primitive societies. Dilig e n t, virtually inexhaustible, she ov- ercomes difficulties most of us would find quite hard to bear, in order to collect and record her precious horde of Informa- tion. High' in detail, adventure ar.d expertise, thus hook makes for good reading! Strewn lib- erally with pliotographs of fam- ily, school chums and field trips, a picture is indeed "worth a thousand After the War, Dr. Mead was associated for many years with various mental health activities and organizations. She was in- volved in the first research study group with Uie National Institute for .Mental Health and was elected president of the World Federation for Men- tal Health in 1856. Ste was Sloan Professor of the Men- ninger School of Psychiatry in 1959 and has been visiting an- thropology professor in the de- partment of psychiatry at the University of Cincinnati Col- lege of Medicine since 1957. She has been named trustee of Hampxon Institute since 1945. More recently. Dr. Mead has been contributing to many per- iodicals and has been writing a monthly column for Rcdbook magazine since. 1961, which is at the present time publish- ing excerpts from "Blackberry Winter." In 1953 Dr. Mead and two student assistants relumed to re study Uie Manus, whom she had studied during 1928- 1929. The result of this return trip was her book "New Lives For OM: Cultural tion 1928-1933." Subsequently, this study was followed by three more trips to Manus in the late 1960s. Dr. Ulead has also held the following positions: member of board of directors of the Amer- ican Association for the Ad- vancement of Science 1955- 1952; chairman of committee of Scienco in the Promotion of Human Welfare 196G-1968 and she is at present president of the Scientists Institute on Pub- lic Information and president ot tlie Society for General Sys- tems Research. A few of her many awards include the William Proctor Prizo for Scientific Achieve- ment in 1969, Tiie Arches of Science Award in 1971, the Jo- seph Priestly Award from Dick- inson College in 1971 and the Kalinga Prize for Populariza- tion of Science given her by UNESCO and the government of India in 1971. During the summer of 1971, Dr. Mead re visited the four groups slie had studied earlier, the Manus, the latmul, the Mundugumor and the Samo- ans. This summer she plans to visit a re cstablislied Arapesh community. ANNE SZALAVARY Canada's patron saint It is strange that S3 little is known or menlioned of St. Joseph, spouse of the Virgin Mary, and placed by Leo XIII ill his encyclical "Quamquam pluries" of MB9 next to Hie Blessed Virgin in the order of sainthood. He was consecrated as the pat- ron saint of Canada on March 19th, 1C24 in a colorful ceremony tended by Indians in full regalia and uniformed dignitaries, as a result of negotiations between Father Joseph Le of the Recollet Order and the Grand Vicar Charles do Ransay de Doues in France. Surpisingly, however, Canadians observe the days of St. Patrick of Ireland, St. George of England, St. An- drew of Scotland, and St. David of Wales, but ignore almost completely St. Joseph, surely one of the most lovable of human beings and, one of the most important of all historical figures. Possibly one reason for the neglect has been the difference of opinion between Pro- testants and Catholics regarding him. Catholics for the most part believe that Hary remained a virgin all her life, Jo- seph assuming the position of the protector, while Protestants generally believe lhat Joseph was her husband and lliey had chil- dren following the birth of Jesus. Also many Protestants object altogether to the idea of naming anyone a saint, though churches are usually named after a saint. Tiie Bible accounts of the birth of Jesus in the openings of Matthew and Luke state lhat Joseph was betrothed to Mary at the time Jesus' birtli, but both narra- tives stale that she was a virgin. Both slate that Joseph was i'rom Hie line of David and Matthew 13.55 describes him as a carpenter. He enjoyed far greater vener- ation in the Eastern church, the Weslern church being lardy in according him simi- lar veneration. St. Bernardino of Siena and John Gcrssii in the fifteenth century laid the basis for the introduction of Ms feast day on the of March in 1479. Benedict XIII inserted his name into the litany of the saints and Pius IX in 1870 declared him patron of the Universal Church. To omit the saints from history and from regular reference and veneration not only leaves a sorry historical blank but impoverishes spiritual lite dreadfully. At a lime of spiritual drought Laoordaire prayed, "0 God, give us some saints1." The saints are the contradiction of atheism and agnosticism, Voltaire could be cyni- cal enough, but he dropped his cynical posture when he was asked if had never met anyone like Jesus Christ. He replied solemnly, "Yes, I once met John Fletcher of Madeley." Saints are God's greatest creation, more remarkable than anything in nature, more awe inspiring than the atom or the stars. All "great'J men arid women become insignificant beside the saint. A saint is a person who has been utterly possessed by the Holy Spirit and in whose life the "fruit of the Spirit" is demonstrated, "love, joy, peace, long suf- fering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, meekness, and temperance." EEC unity, pattern for Canada By Marvin T. Lee, free-lance writer TORONTO I detect a note of growing hysteria in public discussions of the for- eign ownership question. Some fundamen- tal considerations are being drowned out as the pitch of the shouting rises. Let's try to bring the argument back down to the level of moderation and reason. In my view, there is nothing particularly wrong with foreign ownership in most sections of our economy (Uie resource industries are a special as long as foreign governments have no control over the ac- tivities of the Canadian subsidiaries. True, it would be better if foreign ownership were less concentrated in the hands of investors from the United States and spread out more evenly among our trading partners. But this can only be achieved by encouraging ..investment from other countries besides the U.S. It should be remembered that more than 50 years ago foreign ownership here was concentrated in the hands of British inter- ests. The drastic shift to predominately American ownership took place through evolution and not revolution. I'm sure that as this country matures there will be furth- er shifts in the ownership situation and, if we're wise, tliese changes will also be evolutionary. There is no question in my mind that as this country grows bigger and stronger, ownership will naturally start flowing increasingly into Uie hands of Cana- dians. Look at the pattern in the United States as that nation expanded and gained in power during the last century. Rather than passing discriminatory laws, as is contemplated in Canada, the Americans slowly bought out the large British anrt other foreign interests in the U.S. economy as their own wealth increased. One of the great strengths of the U.S. has been its continuing fight against all forms ol discrimination. It allows free en- terprise to operate among foreign and domestic owners alike. If one could plunge through the surface rhetoric of politicians and sound out the opinions of the Canadian people on for- eign ownership, I'm sure it would be found that most arc in favor of it. The majority would agree that foreign owner- ship gives us a higher standard ol living than we would otherwise have without jeo- pardizing our independence. Thus, the wisdom of the federal gov- ernment's proposed legislation on foreign ownership is questionable. I don't think it comes to grips with the true nature of tlie problem. And it ignores both the les- sons of history and Canada's future posi- tion in the world of trade and commerce. As it is drafted at present, the legislation will lead (o a number of ludicrous and un- desirable situations. For example: The press recently reported that Edward M. Bronfman, president of Distillers Corp.- Scagrams, one of the few Canadian-based multi-national corporations, has taken out American citizenship. Let's assume for the purposes ot the argument that Mr. Bronfman lias full control ot the corpora- tion. This would mean that Seagrams, a company long identified with Canada and whose very rye-on-the-rocks essence Is Ca- nadian, has now become a foreign-owned corporation simply because one man changed his citizenship. Under the propos- ed legislation, Seagrams would need the federal government's permission if it ever wants to fake over a Canadian company Or make a new investment here. But has any- thing really changed, for Seagrams or for Canada, just because Mr. Bronfman now carries a U.S. passport? I doubt it. Or take the hypothetical example of s businessman who was born in Canada, lived most of his life here, built up his own company, and then at 65 decides to retire and let his son run the business while he retains ownership. He opts to spend the rest of his life in the Bahamas or Florida, becoming a permanent resident of another country. From the federal gov- ernment's point of view he is still p Cana- dian citizen; he'll be able to collect his old-age pension. But his company has sud- denly become a foreign-controlled firm; it would be subject to the same federal rules and regulations Uiat apply to Gulf Oil or General Motors. Clearly, tiicre is something wrong with legislation that discriminates as ridiculous- ly as these examples indicate. My argu- ment is that ownership of a business is far less important than many nationalists would have us believe. What really counts is that all business corporations in Canada, foreign and domestic, must abide by the controls laid down by the federal govern- ment. Through the government, the people of Canada make the rules. What we say goes and foreign owned corporations can either like it or get out. The suggested legislation for a screening commission for foreign investment such a commission would have to load to poli- tical or partisan considerations overriding the reality of the economic purpose. Is there really any government agency cap- able of deciding if new investment is good for Canada. Only the market place can de- termine this. Canada seems to be embracing nation- alism with a dangerous fervor just at a time when nationalism is dying out in Eur- ope. The nine nations of Uie European Economic Community, recognizing that nationalistic pob'cics in the past have resulted in international strife and slaugh- ter, have torn down trade and investment barriers and created an economic unity of interests. The EEC is establishing the pat- tern of the future. And Canadians, who like to regard themselves as a nation of peace- makers, must recognize it. Aggressive nationalism is an insidious force. It can generate enemies abroad, leading to trade wars if not worse. And it can destroy us from witlu'n, sapping our itrenglh and threatening oar essential sanity. Canada must reject the temptation to retreat into enervating isolation. Coun- tries that invest in each other don't go to war with each other. We must foster the spirit of international free enterprise. If ws don't, our children will surely judgo us harshly. Nasty crack By Doug Walker 71 is astonishing Ihc nasty cracks some husbands make about their wives. Walter Wicbe made one a few weeks ago about his wife Bev that is only redeemed by being a minor classic. Bcv and Elspeth always have a lot to say to each other. They tic up the tele- phone by the hour; sit endlessly in the car after CGIT meetings; and hold up traffic in store aisles talk, talk, talk. Shortly after Bev broke her arm, we had the Wiebes in for dinner. You would have thought the two ladies hadn't seen each other in weeks, maybe years. During a slight pause, Waller said (o me, indicating crippled Bcv, "it's obvi- ous that the arm bone isn't connected to the jaw bone." ;