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an wi WRAL PO okie; LAE RRA SORE , LN Cari shal AT TRAC LP : HSPRMDRRRY, Tn Ts XN TEN a aod Loe A TIS LAR FEE "el Or Cine Leas / 4--PORT PERRY STAR, THURSDAY, JANUARY 28th, 1965 Editorial Viewpoint He Died A Great Man- Sir Winston Spencer Churchill is dead. He died Sunday following a short illness in his 91st year, One should not overly mourn a man who had come to his twilight hour after a long and : illustrious career. Yet mourn him we do. The world has seen few of the calibre of Churchill; our century has seen no one to match him. Fut- ure generations'will be priviledged if they ever see another of his brilliance in their time. Churchill was more than a statesman, more than a leader of free peoples fighting a darkness that threatened to engulf the world. Churchill was a symbol, a one-man fighting force, a fear- less lion of a man who through mighty words bolstered the allies and subjected the enemy. As he was the guardian of freedom, so was he the dread opponent of those who would usurp our liberty. Free peoples in the world everywhere this week should bow their heads and offer a heart- felt prayer of thanks for "having had such a man in their midst. or Mourn him today, we all shall. Remember him tomorrow, history will. He was and did die a great. man. ' pl Your Weekly Newspaper Many public services are more or less taken for granted including the services of your weekly newspaper. It is, therefore, interesting to read the following word picture of a weekly as presented by Duane Dewel in The Algoma Advance. Titled: "This is a weekly newspaper. ... "It's a yellowing clipping in a Bible telling the birth of a baby who smiled but a little while, otherwise remem- bered only by the parents you know. "It's your conscience joined with the others to form a guard against injustice. "It's your joys and sorrows and those of your neigh- bors, recorded by the only news media that cares about you. "It's the difference between your being an informed "animal or a human being, knowing and forming judgment based on facts made available to you, easily, quickly and truthfully. "It's the support from which you ask and get the strength of many in furthering the welfare of your own world -- your community. "It's the only medium that shows the future that your footprints were once made on*the shifting sands of time. "It's the bellringer at your birth, your marriage, and the birth of your children; and tolls the bell for you as you begin the long journey. "It's your servant, waiting for your pleasure to be read -- today, tomorrow or next week. "It's a record for you to read, again, or to discard; not a voice or a picture for an instant and then gone for- ever. "It's the bringing ols news tidings, not merely a carrier only of the commercialism or the market place. "It's you as a little girl, a bride and a radiant mother. "It's you -- of you, by you and for you". Car (Continued from page 1) " highly of Bobby and said he was a fine sportsman and friend. All the members of the "Chicks" went Wednesday night players on the Uxbridge 'Chicks' | {5 the W. C. Town Funeral ~ a Junior "C" team, where hel Chapel in Whitby ,to pay their h the Port Perry Star, spoke very SRS sph yr 38 4 48 a St ---- i. -- le th Cy, oi "ly " Light WAL 2 Cal te te Coma played center forward. D'Arcy Morden, manager of the team and an employee of respect to the popular team mate, A scheduled game for I'riday has been cancelled. Port Petry Star Co. Lid. Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher Member of the Canadian Weekly Newspaper Assoc Published every Thursday Co. Ltd., Port Perry, Ontario. Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash. Subseription Rates: In Elsewhere, $4.00 per yr. WM. T HARRISON Editor Member of the Ontario Weekly: Newspaper Assoc. by The Port Perry Star Canada $2.60 per yr., Single Copy 7¢ | Remember When? FIFTY YEARS AGO Wed., Jan. 27th, 1915 According to a busy statisti- cian who has been looking into the motor industry in Canada, it. is estimated that Canada will produce 36,000 automobiles in 1915. Mohawk Cross-Roads Concert will be held in Town Hall, Feb- ruary 3rd. Sons of England instal new officers in Port Perry. x x * FORTY YEARS AGO Thurs., Jan. 28th, 1925 Uxbridge Hockey Team beats Port Perry and 250 fans travel- led by special train from Ux- bridge to see their boys win. Manchester -- The past week has been a terror for icy foot- paths. Mr. Frank Crosier took up a load of cattle to the U.F.0. last week. Mr. Thos. Dobson was elected to Board of Directors of the Pine Grove Cemetery Company at the annual meeting. Honey's Corners--Record 28 below zero with no sign of a January thaw. * * * TEN YEARS AGO Thurs., January 27th, 1955 Instal Officers for Canadian Legion, Branch 419, Port Perry. Zone Commander Stan. Dunn of Bowmanville conducted cere- monies and installed Harry 9. Oyler President; Gordon Car- negic as Vice-Pres.; and Exec. Officers Mike Hlozan; Archie MacMaster, Wm. S. Taylor; J. Gordon MacMaster. Frank God- ley became Secretary. Retir- ing President James Cox was presented with a Past-Presi- dent's medal and lapel pin and a fountain pen, . . Ontario's MARCH OF DIMES campaign begins short- ly. January 81st iz the date set for 20,000 Toronto mothers to collect money for the Founda- tion. id i 4 5 5 A 5 AN < Ak LA x and exhaustion, AN) | DI 2] [ef = by Bill Smiley HO HUM, WAR IS HELL Is there anything sillier than an old soldier? Wait a min- ute, Jack, I don't mean honest veterans like you and me, who fought our war, then forgave and forgot. No, I mean the pro- fegsicnals, and especially the generals. My feelings toward the top brass were rekindled recently . when General Omar Bradley took a swing from out in left field at General Montgomery, claiming Monty had been too slow and + too scared to close the FFalaise Gap when he should have. Twenty years after the event, the old boys are still bickering. I didn't blame Bradley much. Montgomery has been blam- ing every other general, ever since the war ended, for every- thing that went wrong. Apparently he was the only big shot who was always right. And that reminds me of the silliest thing Montgomery ever said. It was a few years ago, during an interview. It was to the effect that he likes to see soldiers soaking wet, hungry, fil thy and exhausted. Then he knows they have been soldiering. That sort of poppycock is fairly typical of the intelligence of a general. i This may have been true during the Kaiser's war. Old sweats of that one knew all about dirt, wet, lice, slim rations But their troubles were all physical ones: be- ing blown up, or sniped, or caught on the barbed wire, or gas- sed, or eaten alive by rats. They didn't face the psychological horrors of my war. It was sheer hell, at times, for us pilots, especially if we were officers. Even today, after two decades -trying to heal the scars, memory of those ordeals sends a cold shudder through me. Sometimes, for example, the batman would forget to put sugar in the morning tea he brought when he wakened you. But you never complained. You drank it down stoically, with- out a whimper. Another experience that left its mark on many of ug was the time they took the batmen off altogether and substituted WAAFs for them. Some of teh chaps were totally unnerved to be wakened in the morning by a chubby little air-woman, coo- ing " 'ere's your tea, luv. Drink it up while it's 'ot." Some of the other hardships we endured can scarcely bo recounted in a family journal, One aerodrome at which I had the incredible bad luck to be stationed in England was eight miles from the nearest pub, and the only way to get there wag by bicycle. Match that for inhuman conditions, But that's the sort of thing we went through, and those of us who survived were prematurely aged by the pitiless cir- cumstances under which we strove to ensure there'd always be an England. Seared in my brain forever is one horrible day we were drafted by a brutal group captain to play rugger the morning after a farewell party in the sergeants' mess, Rugger (Continued on page 13)