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Page 4 THE QUODDY TIDES, Eastport, Maine 25 D i-,00v o o :)DDY PINI N 2 ..... 25 December, 1970 THE QUODDY TIDES That Time is Here Again Whatever else Christmas may bring this year, many of us hope that it will diminish the avarice, false pride, hypoctrisy and in- humanity which we have tolerated in our human relations ever since the world began. As we grow older we grow more apathetic, and it seems to the younger generation to- day as though it has actually become fash- ionable not only to ignore the destroyers which I have named but to deny their existence altogether. This is undeniably more comfortable than facing them. cast aside the experience of past genera- tions, and refuse to take even the most elementary steps toward the kind of world described in the Sermon on the Mount. The moment that Christ was born was a moment which happens only once, but racial and religious harmony can take their rise in Bethlehem and a new world of compassion, brotherly love, and mutual recognition can take the place of a world of social discontent and inhumanity if we are willing to give even a fraction of the Some time ago, one of the residents of Campobello had occasion to call Kelvin Hughes in Saint John for a chart of a section of the Bay of Fundy. Inquiring, "Is this Kelvin Hughes?" They received the reply, "Yes, may we be of assistance to you?" Our friend replied, "I would like a chart". "A chart - where do you plan to go?" was the query. Something about the tone of voice seemed a little odd to our friend and he said, "Don't you have charts?" The voice answered, "I am sorry there must be some mistake. This is an undertakers establishment." Vapor rising over the Bay, driving snow, Christmas lights and decorations, and after the storm distant lights at night shining Is it so strange that the youth of today should feel that we have compromised with honor? That we have given lip-service to love, and unselfishness, and compassion and humility? That we have failed to prac- tice what we have preached? That our hypocrisy is indefensible? For a long time we have talked condes- cendingly about the Negro problem, the Jewish problem, the Indian problem. But how few of us have ever tried to feel what it is like to be turned away from an apart- ment house because of the color of our skin or refused to be served in a restaurant because of our racial or cultural back- ground? It is "that time" again when the spirit of Christ is supposed to turn the whole world into a vast brotherhood, one holy family whose Father is God, and whose home is the world which God's hands have made. We piously celebrate the birth of Our Savior in our homes, and in our schools, and in our churches, but bY our attitudes and daily practices we deny everything which He ever stood for. Historically it was only an incredibly short step from Bethlehem and choirs of angels to Pilate's judgment hall and echoes of "Crucify Him!". Must a Christ parish in torment again and again in every age to save the human race from self-destruc- tion? Of all forms of waste the waste of exper- ience is the most disheartening and dis- astrous. It is incredible that such a small minority of the human race has learned how to put itself in the other man's place, how ineffectually it has tried to understand how the other man came to be as he is, and how determined it is to relate itself to others only on its own terms. Christmas this year finds us facing a crisis which although not new in history is of front-rank importance to everyone of us in the nineteen-seventies regardless of age, race, culture or religion, the critical pro- blem of how to live together peaceably on this planet in mutual self-giving. This is what Christmas is all about, for Christ came to bring peace on earth, goodwill among men. Selfishness, false pride (whethel (whether it be of race, or face, or place), overt or hidden hypocrisy are luxuries, if they can be called that, which we can no longer afford. Already they have brought us to the brink of disaster, or very close to it. Only irrational societies ignor history, Answer to Christmas Crossword Puzzle by Jack Bromley time and money which we spend on glitter- brightly and reflected in the waters of the ing tinsel, expensive gifts, and fleeting entertainment to building that world through hard labor and serious sacrifice. Through the thick of the night I hear the trumpet blow. A bright new world is in sight if our sons and daughters want it in sufficient degree to turn their dream and ours into reality, not by continually re- minding us of our failures, but by them- selves investing in sweat, and tears, and toil, and honestly paying homage to the Babe of Bethlehem and all He stood for. He once said, "Be ye doers of my word add and not hearers only, thereby deceiving yourselves." May we make Christmas this year a Holy Day as well as a holiday. The choice is ours. "No star is ever lost we once have seen." The Star of Bethlehem will still guide us to a happier and better world if we will follow it. Roland A. Chaffey Eastport Bay. Recently, at the Eastport Breakwater, one of the U.S. Coast Guard men coughed and lost his teeth overboard. Anyone fish- ing from the breakwater this summer who happens to catch.a set of teeth is asked to notify the Coast Guard. The Bangor Hydro-Electric Co. has deeded to the State of Maine, specifically for the Maine Atlantic Sea Run Salmon Commission - its holdings on the Machias River from Wescott Point up river, on both sides for several miles. Many people have been "walking the plank" into Jerry Minctons store this winter. Snowmobilers and others who enjoy "back country" areas are urged to carry out waste they can't burn. Litter left be- hind and temporarily covered by snow be- comes an eyesore in the spring. .--. MAIL B O AT REX IV About the Issues To the Editor, Quoddy Tides: "Water pollution, air pollution, land pollution, city dump area etc., are not the issues or problems facing the people of Eastport. The average citizen doesn't give these things a second thought. But they are concerned about the real problems and issues which are: 1. Raising property taxes 2. The high cost of lighting, food fuel, clothing, etc. 3. Lack of steady employment. 4. Low wages. 5. Cost of welfare and is it worth it7 6. School expenses. 7. City government. These are but a few of the real problems or issues. Ask any citizen of this town and they will give you the same answers. Austin Townsend Eastport Notes with Renewals & Gift Subscriptions Ed. Note: Many of our readers have taken the time to add a note with their renewals and gift subscriptions and the following are a few: "Good luck for the next year. We en- joy your paper and so do our neighbors." Mildred Lake, S. Portland. "Please send a gift card for Christmas - they all say they couldn't get a nicer gift". Mrs. William Ashby. "The 'Quoddy Tides' tops all Down East papers. Congratulations! We are former Lubecers and will be back some day." June & Plaisted Libby, Waltham, Mass. "We sure enjoy all the news. Hope you all have a nice year ahead." Minnie Van Gemert, Lynnfield, Mass. "A very fine paper.. Best paper of Eastern Maine." Harry O'Brien,Fort Lauderdale, Fla. "Enjoy your paper very much." Dick North, Brunswick, Me. "Have just read a copy of your paper, its marvelous - you are doing a very good job." Kathleen Daggett, Grand Manan. "Enjoy the 'Quoddy Tides' immensely and since I am a former Eastporter, it has brought back many old memories. My wife and I devour its contents as a sea gull would devour a herring, with even greater relish." Lewis Cheverie, Danbury, Conn. "I enjoy everything about your paper and read it from cover to cover or perhaps each and every page... Keep up the good work and may your little paper grow bigger and bigger." Mrs. Eva Dinsmore, Meriden, Conn. "I really enjoy reading the 'Quoddy Tides' since I was born and raised in the town of Lubec." Mrs. James Bennett, Norfolk, Va. "To relax and read the 'Quoddy Tides' when it arrives is a pleasure I look forward to - a moment when my mind goes back to my old home town and I forget all else. Your paper gets better with time." Walter M. Price, South Boston, Mass. From Pittsburg Congratulations on such a wonderful newspaper. Having been born and raised in Eastport, the "Tides" brings a lot of home to someone so far away.., the minute the "Tides" arrives I sit down and read it from front to back. Keep up the good work - you are what Eastport needs. Mrs. Marcia Wilson Arensberg Pittsburg, Pa. ESTABLISHED: NOVEMBER 1968 Tel. 853-4806 .Box 213, Eastport, Maine 04631 Published the 2nd and 4th Fridays of each month at Water Street, Eastport, Maine .for the residents of the Quoddy Bay Area. Th Editor: Mrs. Wiuifred French salad Printed at Calais, Maine no d( holid Type composed on Deer Island, N. B. man) Subscription Rates -- $3.50 a year in hOUSt Washington County, Me., or Charlotte countY, N.B. $4.00 a year outside of these countrieS- Second Class Postage Paid at Eastport, Me. 04631 l env PHOTOGRAPHY- Hugh French cu] 1-1 & ART WORK - Dick EbbesOn 2 larf OFFICE-Mrs. James Segien 3/, cu] CONSULTANT-John Pike Grady So dissol, MEMBER: Maine Press Association, disso: New England Press Association and comt National Press Association. Fold until A STAR A Star Shines out, It shines out very bright, It flickers and sparkles lnto the night. Way down below Where you could hear the shepherds horn, In a dark, cold manger Jesus Christ was born! In the darkest manger On His mother's knee, The shepherds came from all around So Jesus Christ they could see ! The Angels all came, So they could sing Joyful songs, To welcome their king ! "Sonny" Miliano Eastport - Grade 7 THE FIRST CHRISTMAS MORN Let songs of praise to Him arise That rules the earth and sea and skies; Till all the hosts of Paradise, Join in the great triumphant song On this joyful Christmas morn. Lo it Was on a midnight clear While shepherds bow'd themselves with fear; Angelic hosts were hov'ring near, Proclaiming peace upon the earth By our Redeemers wonderous bearth. All hail the Glorious Paschel Lamb, The chosen seed of Abraham, Born this glad day in Bethlehem, That all the sons of Adam's race Might find in Him redeeming grace. Oh glory, glory, to the Lamb The blessed prince of Bethlehem, Let all the world His praises sing Ye sons of earth receive thy King. 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