Page 4, The Herald, Friday. December 27, 1978 TERRACE/KITIMAT daily herald General Office - 635.6357 Published by Circulation - 635-6357 Sterling Publishers PUBLISHER - Laurie Mallett , GEN. MANAGER - Knox Coupland EDITOR: Greg Middleton CIRCULATION - TERRACE - Andy Wighiman 635-6357 KITIMAT - Pat Zelinski 632-2747, KITIMAT OF FICE - 632-2747 . ‘Published every weekday ai 3212 Kalum Street, Terrace, B.C. A member of Varifled Circulation. Authorized as second class mail. Registration number 1201. Postage paid In cash, return postage guaranteed. NOTE OF COPYRIGHT The Herald retains full, complete and sole copyright in any advertisement produced and-or any editorial or photographic content published In the Herald. Reproduction is not permitted without the written permission of the Publisher. The management and staff of the Terrace Kitimat Daily Herald would like to take this opportunity to bid one and all of you a Merry Christmas. We hope the’ new year will be an interesting and prosperous one for you. We would also like to take this time to ask you to take care over the holidays. We all know. ihe hazards of drinking and then driving. There shouldn't be any need to advise you fo exercise additional caution and avoid the temptatian fo enjoy yourself at a possibly fatal risk. Our Christmas wish is that none of you v. ill make a headline or a paragraph in the court news, A reader offers this THE WISH TO BE A REINDEER by Floyd Drake | wish | was a reindeer A hauling Santa’s sleigh With jingling bells and bouncing sleigh I'd turn my head and say 1 love you little children 1 love you one and all I'm hauling Santa's sled for you And hope | never fall The Christmas trees are lighted in each and every home The holly and mistletoe Are strung in great array in readiness for Christmas That very famous day The ornaments and tinsels A glitter. cast their spell . }t would seer as though they are saying That everything is well That merry ald Saint Nicholas Is on his jolly way To deliver lots of toys and gifts In time for that Great Day And as a happy reindeer ‘ve played a tittle part And hope that | have found a place In every persons heart. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR To the Editor: Your editorial of Tuesday, Dec. 19, 1978 is very accurate and to the point. Your ‘criticism of the Northern Sentinel is right on, that paper is so one sided that to my understanding it refuses to accept jelters to the editor which are anti-oil port and pipeline. Freedom of speech and the press are certainly under question. Whether the editorial staff af a paper agrees or disagrees with a person expressing an opinion must not’ be the criterion for rejecting a letter. Only when a person becomes libelous or as your paper slates ‘when a letter is written in bad taste it will not be printed.” To be against an oil port or pipeline does nat fail under either of those criterion. Unbelievably the majority of our local politicians who are members of the Kitimat City Council, Terrace Council and the Kitimat-Stikine Regional District Board continue lo support the development of an oi] port in Kitimat and oil - pipeline to Edmonton. Even though the majority of residents in the region are against the concept, the politicians in favor of the scheme continue to put themselves in the position of being better judges of what is good for you and [. Are we so desperale for large scale development in cur region, that we will accepl an ail port that nabody else on the west coast of CanaJa or the U.S.A. wants any part of? I am convinced — that certain of our polilicians will go lo almost any length lo see the Kilimat-Terrace corridor develop inte another Hamilton, Ontario. How many people have seen the brochure put oul by the Kitimat-Stikine Kegiona! District on the Kitimat- Terrace Industria] Corridor. Intheir wisdom the Regional District traced the route of the oil pipeline oan the brochure. Is this a subtle way of the Kitimal Stikine Regional District saying we support the oil port and pipeline. Further on this promotional brochure put out by the regional district, it’s time people started questioning its contents. The brochure slates that more than 14,000 acres in the Kitimat-Terrace corridor are available for large scale industrial | development. Such things as a copper smelter, sulphuric acid plant, molybdenum roaster plants are talked about. | realize and support the necessity lo encourage alternate industry lo locate in our region to replace a declining forest industry. The promotion of a grain elevator, a ferry terminal and other port development in Kitimat which does rot inlerfere with the Kitimat River estuary and continued expansion of the service industry along with Lourism should be encouraged in Terrace. Hf our local politicians continue to pay lip service to tourism and ils economic contribution to the region and to agree that fish, wildlife and outdoor recreation are vital lo a slable and happy population, then they must come to grips with their promotion of heavy industry which will take So many acres oul of forest production in the Kitimat River valley and seriously jeopardize the irreplaceable heritage of the Kitimal- Terrace region. Jim Culp outdoor REWARD BABY-FACE Lutal ONHAHTED ‘1G HERE To. RLUATEER FOR BSAGE PANOUA (a ecu Ponowros (UR MAL NOTICES: UM AMNESTY PAQGRAM WELL, AS LONG AS TANTS A OPROPLALY REGISTERED FuRcpaey ITS MWe t# HOEe Me Ur Wik wt “I'd like to turn this in — she decided to give me a divorce.” ONE OF LOVE The Christmas st EDITOR'S NOTE: Christmas story is really a love story—or, rather, two love stories, it's the love story of Mary and Joseph. And it's the stary af God's love for man, Drawn from the Gospels and the non- canonical New Testament Apocrypha, this account of how those two love stories became one on that first Christmas nearly 2,000 years ago is the fi-nal installment in a five-part series, “‘A Special Love Story.” Love knows no prisons. {t recognizes no defeats. It breaks through obstacle,s overrides rebuffs. It is sovereign. It prevails. It prevailed in the case of a troubled husband and his young bride of Nazareth. It withstood the slurs and strange travail that beset them. [t bound therm fast. And it offered Lo bind up a distraught world. . Men resisted it. They ignored, distrusted and defied it. But love would not forsake them. They lost their own capacities for love, Yet they were loved. Love sought them, reached for them, bent low for them, so very low. A lowly — she-donkey plodded up the red and rocky road toward Bethlehem, carrying the young Jewess, led by her roughclad mate. They were tired, dustry. But they bore the lustre of life. On the road, the peasant couple paused beside a yew tree, and Joseph looked wor- riedly up at his wife, fearing she was in pain. Yel, only moments ago, he had seen her smiling. with deep satisfaction. “Mary,” he said, ‘What aiteth thee? How happens it that I sometimes see sorrow and sometimes laughter and joy in thy countenance?" She leaned on her arms, gripping the donkey’s mane. “Tt is because | behold two people with mine eyes, the one weeping and lamenting and the other laughing and rejoicing.” For there is joy in love re- joined and mutually given bul tragedy in its trampling down. Men would ever misuse, mock and crucify it. But love would nol surren- der. The truth was simple; it knocked at the door. _ There was no room in the inn, The place surged with voices, smoke and smells of rousting meat. Distressed, Joseph grabbed the halter rope and started off again. Dogs barked; pedlars babbled and drays trumbled in the deepending dusk. He led the donkey down u slope al the rear of the hastelal. In the distant valley he could see the campfires uf shepherds. Karly slars blinked over (he mounlains of Moab. fie heard Mary moan, and quickly stepped buck beside r. “Take me down," she urged, ‘for thal which is within me presses to come forth.” “Whither shall 1 take thee?’ fis voice was despearale, and his hands closed aver hers com- iniserateively, They must go The | on. They could not stop here in the open on this gravel- strewn hill, : gre compressed her lips, nddding. He tugged the donkey on down the hill, ‘along a cliff, his eyes straining tofind the livestock cavoe of which the innkeeper had spoken. Night's sharp chill settled over them. He dragged at the rope, and the donkey held back stiff- leggedly, braying. "Take me down," she gasped again, “for that which is within me mightly presses me." At that moment, he spied the dark opening the wall of rock. He rushed back to her, lifting her in his arms and’ carrying her into the war- mer interior moving slowly in the blackness, hearing the ernts and breathing of animals about him. He probed with his feet, found an apen space and laid | her down. Groping, he collected some straw for a mattress and lifted her on it, rolling his cloak for her head, He ran back outside, gathered dry grass and wood and struck fire wilh his flint, - blowing until it strengthened into flame. He jerked the waterskin from the stubborn beast's pack, filled a basin and put it on the fire. Then he fashioned an ail torch and rammed it in a crevice on the cavern wall. He kelt beside her stroking her hot brow. “Art thou quiet?" She murmured, opening her eyes to look up at him, and then abruptly wrenched her face away, the cords tightening in her neck. In a moment, she turned back, smiling weakly, and motioned him outside. The world slept now. Il re- treated and slumbered, una- ware, uncomprehending, oblivious. Broken from its moorings, it drifted in vague, lovelorn discontent, gross, amorphous, without daring or certain destiny. Where was its meaning? What was its use? A man is but dust in the march of centuries. He felt no all- surpassing love. To him, his God was distant, grand, obscure and rigidly implacable, beyond the stretch of scrawny human arms. But on this night, that gloomy barricade was swept aside, and all the haunting. shadowy emptiness of man was flooded with the fact of love. Joseph was pacing outside ihe cave and, suddenly, although he still walked, his legs seemed motionless, He “lifted a hand to his face, but his arm did not seem’ to move, The earth held still, and he beheld the heavens in amazement, The Milky Way blazed like a highway of silver. A warm tide banished the chill of earth, and loosed the scent of grass and spring and Eden flowers. Veils of light draped the sky. A million birds singing. No. An angel army. “Glory to God in the ‘highest, and on earth, peace among men whith whom He is pleased.” A thousand miles away, distinguished wise men studied the stars, and in the valley, wideeyed shepherds huddled in awe. Joseph whirled and saw the white brilliance filling the cave. H blurried his eyes, and he stumbled toward it. ‘And the word became flesh and swelt among us." He was here, Now! Theo- Bhany on earth! He had come. He cared. Was man worth it? That God should take upon himelf the form of a helpless babe in a drafty, dung-strewn cave? Yes, man was worth it. He was loved, dearly loved. He was important, in God's sight. That was the motive, the meaning, the reason for it all, the making, and health of man—the Devine embrace. “Arise, shine, for they ory light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee.” Men were precious, each bungling, benighted one of them, And this world was dignified, too, its grime and its flesh and-its musty slables. For this'was’ Wheré™ God came. This aas where grace was given. Right inthe midst of the shabbiest, dreariest gash in the earth. Not in some rarefied sanc- — tum. But in the seamy world, itself, where man lives and works. “Asawke, awake, put on thy strength, shake thyself from the dust... 55, Joseph, shielding his face, plunged into the urgent radi- ance. It pulsed and shim- mered, and then receded, scattering like a jweled mist. He could see fainly, and then quite well. All aas just as before, the dull stone, the littered floor, the torch on the wall. Except that now she was up and moving about, dark hollows beneath her eyes, but smilking. In her arms, she held her firstborn son. © Immanuel. “God with us.” So this was He. The un- searchable, the unknown. So now men knew. This is what He was like. And He had come to show them, to make them see, and know forever, that He was with them, in- timately near, intimately concerned. Despite men's. grievous ways, He was still here.’ Despite their blunted responses, He = _ came. Humbling Himelf, offering Himself, tening in the slums and tribulations of man. This: was God. The absolute, the invincible, the power that is constant, enduring, the ultimate. This was the Almighty. This was love. She wrapped Him in swaddling clothes and laid Him in a manager. OTTAWA OFFBEAT. BY RICHARD JACKSON OTTAWA Remember “restraint?” a It was Prime Minister Trudeau's magic word before those public opinion polls and his loss of 13 of the recent 15 _ byelections demonstrated that it's going to take more than the murmurings of a_ political magician and faded cam- paign charisma to turn. things around, And anyway, what has “restraint” proved out, in the accounting, to be? You guessed it. More spending. In have €ome more extra supplementary _ estimates, raising the government’s spending so far from $48.7 billion projected in last April's budget to $49.8 billion. But in these days of Trudeau inflation, what's a billion and a bit? “Restraint,” that's what he calls it. On the basis, he has ex- plained, that unless the government had belted in, the increase could have been a goodly hunk more than a mere billion. But we're not yet through the government's financial year, not by another four months. It rather makes a joke, again, of federal budgels. For with four months still to go before the feds close the books on the current financial year, there are several more sets of extra supplementary estimates to come. And that means, at best, another few hundred million; but more realistically, a billion or two or three — or whalever — more. With spending in the first ‘ eight months running better than a billion dollars ahead of budget estimates — and that's with “restraint’ — there is still plenty of potential for bigger and better spending in the remaining four months. But let's be, wildly op- timistic and assume that with continued “restraint,” Trudeau and company will hold the increase to just another estimated billion dollars. That will ring up the total bill at an even $51 billion. And if that’s all, on the prodigal spending record of Pierre et Cie, we'll be lucky. Even so, ponder $51 billion and what it means. It’s frankly a thoroughly obscene figure for the government to be spending in a year. It works out to $2,174 for ‘every man, woman and child ‘in the country. Or in 4 round bul accurate figure, over $7,000 for the average family. It means there area great many families living below the poverly line, on whose behalf the government spends more money than they earn in the year. Ah, but there’s the rub, the phrase ‘‘on whose behalf.” The money is supposed to be spent for the Canadian collective behalf. So while the $7,000 per family theoretically is spent “on behalf?’ of every - average family, those below the poverty line — for whom the government's social programs are targeted — obviously don’t.get it. Then what happens to it? It's an old story ~~ been told for 100 years, ever since the Auditor General began making his annual report -- currently being retold by the new “A.G." J.J. Macdonnell. It's being wasted. Thrown away. Misappropriated, mismanaged. And worse. By the public service. Which he says works at only 60 percent of efficiency, and regards the public purse, the national treasury, as ‘virtually boltomless." TORONTO (UP) — Looking -south, from his 48th-floor apartment, Don McGiverin has an unobstructed view of rival Eaton's Ltd. He was once part of that team. Looking a block farther south he can see Simp- sons Ltd.'s: main store, and he beams with an- ticipation at that view. Donald = Scott McGiverin, president of Hudson's Bay Co., is in the process of con- solidating Canada’s mos} powerful department store empire—a takeover of Simpsons by the Bay. Not one to be timid of broad horizons, McGiverin, 54, had en- Gineered the Bay's takeover of Zeller’s Lid. earlier this year. if Simpsons shareholders approve the Bay's offer, the com- bination of Simpsons and Hudson’s Bay, including 57 per cent owned Zeller's and its Fields Stores subsidiary, mand a market share of about 34 per cent—about equal to that of Simpsons- Sears Ltd., in which the Bay would also be a major shareholder. The son of an industrial rubber products salesman, McGiverin was born in Calgary but moved to Ontario at an early age with his parents, both natives of what is now Cambridge, Ont, After attending school in Toronto, McGiverin moved te Winnipeg where he launched his de- partment store career selling shoes al Eaton's during summers and weekends while attending university. He returned full-time to Eaton's after completing a master of business administration program at Ohio State University, faking a job in the company's general merchandising office in Toronto. A succession of rapid promotions followed and, in 1961, he was named a director of Eaton's—the youngest person outside the Eaton family te have held such a post, By 1966, he had been promoted to vice- president of western operalions in Winnipeg Man behind | the takeover. wauld com- , and earned a reputation as the Eaton's “boy wonder," a label he now dismisses as “a lot of crap. It depends on who you talk to." Three years later, he suddenly joined Hudson's Bay as chief executive officer in charge of retailing operations. “L really had expected to work for Eaton's all my lite,’ he said. But a number of business and personal circumstances changed his thinking. “The Bay had'come to me a year earlier (in 1968) and asked me to join them, It’s always flal- tering when someone offers you something, but I turned them down the first time, as £ had several other offers from the United States, “Then things changed somewhat. My wife died in the fall of 1963 and 1 had an 11-year-old daughter to raise. In January of 1969, the doctors diagnosed a serious spinal condition and she found herself confined ina body cast for about four years. “Mr. Eaton (John David)— who had been very generous to me— retired, and the company began reorganizing it- se a The reorganization called for him to move east again as vice- president for corporate development and he felt he was inadequately equipped for that job. By that time he was receplive to a second offer from the Bay. “They wanted me to run department stores and it seemed to me the right thing to do at the ime.” Shortly before becoming Hay president in 1972, McGivern moved the company’s merchan- dising and store planning slaff to Toronto to establish a stronger presence in Ontario and Quebec, | His apartment, which he shares with his daughter and a live-in housekeeper, is near his -office at Bloor and Yonge streets and he spends a lot of lime at work, “It's gat so hectic this last year or two (hat I've just confined myself to business," he said.