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Port berry Star Co. imied Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas WM. T. HARRISON Editor Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Assoc. P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher Member of the Canadian Weekly Newspaper Assoc. Published every Thursday by The Port Perry Star Co. Ltd., Port Perry, Ontario. Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash. Subscription Rates: In Canada $3.00 per yr., Elsewhere, $4.50 per yr. Single Copy 10¢ Schools Out! Tuesday, June 29th is the day of days for all Ontario public school children. For the past month, the boy in the back seat has been inattentive, list- less Te wishing he could go fishing, swimming, or just "go" -- any place at all, instead of school! Par- ents ave o faced with the perfectly logical question : "Why do we have to go another month -- our June exams are all over?" This is one for the Department of Education to answer. Teacher, too, is ready for the summer holidays. Since way back in early September, 1964 the teacher's "daily routine has been to funnel an education into a variety of personalities some bright, some aver- age, all very lively, with here and there the odd pupil who actually shows a willingness to learn. This is the day summer officially begins in the the life of our young folks. Two full months of roam- ing, playing, swimming, cycling, roller skating and all the other good things that young people can do when the sun is high and tomorrow is another holiday. But holidays can be a sad time, Summer is a sea- son when more cars are on the roads and streets are at their busiest. Add the many thousands of school children to the rush of traffic and accidents are bound to increase. In our own town, youngsters have grown up close to Lake Scugog and the majority learn to swim at early ages. But water safety habits cannot be too strongly emphasized, and parents should make sure Junior doesn't over-reach himself in the matter of op- erating boats with high powered motors. Come Sept. 7th -- our classrooms should be filled once again, and a safe summer will make it a certainty. RABBITS DON'T CHANGE Goverments, like the busy- body of unkind legend, apparently are always desirous of doing things they don't need to do. The Hanna, Alta., Herald has learned that the Canadian Department of Agriculture has turned out a booklet -on how to feed, breed and look after rabbits The Hanna editor remembers that in his child- hood all one had to do with rabbits was to turn them loose. He thinks that rabbits haven't changed much in the intervening years. oni Rar po rire pe i 1 raat Rr Apo pi OUT in SCHOOL RENDRIVOUS py 4 rs Ca &® THAT OUT-OF-THIS - WORLD FEELING Gp DADE DOOCHOOOP REMEMBER WHEN? FIFTY YEARS AGO Wednesday, June 30th, 1915 In the big electric storm on Friday of last week, the steeple of the Catholic church was struck by lightning and the church caught fire. The loss will be covered by the insurance on the property which was $2500. Dr. Sangster, dentist has joined the armed forces and gone to the front. He has arranged with Dr, E. A. Tot- ten to take charge of his work. » A garden party is to be held at the home of Mr. Wm. Redman, Scugog on July 6th under the auspices of the Ladies Aid. The Port Perry Band will be in attendance. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 27th, 1940 Oliver Yakely, 19 year old farmhand was sentenced to one month imprisonment for declaring "this country isn't worth fighting for". He was charged under the defense of Canada regulations. "It is very unfortunate that we have this type of person in Canada, but we will have to deal with them accordingly", Remarked Magistrate F. S. Ebbs in passing sentence. » » Mr. Grant Real, of the Do- minion Civil Service, has been transferred from Otta- wa to Toronto. He is now with Aircraft Department. LA AA TEN YEARS AGO Thursday, June 30, 1955 County of Ontario Cele- brates Centennial at Whitby this week. Whitby town is celebrating its 100th Anni- versary and extensive enter- tainments have been planned for both afternoon and even- ing. s » Reach Township Council-- Supplementary By-Law for $5000.00 to build a bridge on Con. 13, opposite Lot 4, was approved by the Dept. of Highways. Tenders were called but contract was not let, as the tenders were all over $5000.00. s ® Blackstock -- Cartwright Public School Field Day Re- sults--High Girl (possible 21 points) Gill Saywell--18 points; High Boy Ardis Mac- Arthur--21 points. By BILL SUGAR and SPICE WHEN MOVIES MEANT MORE In one small town after another, the local movie- house, once the town's foremost center of second- hand sin and sex, violence and valor, excitement andecstacy, is darkening its former bright spot on the main street, and closing its doors, to stand there in bleak reproach, mute testimony to the havoc that is being wrought on our culture by that one-eyed 'monster, the television set. I read the other day that the theatre had been closed in my old home town, and it gave me quite a pang, like learning of the death of a boyhood friend still in his best years. For some of the most formative days of my life, that theatre drew me into its black maw with 'the awesome ease of a whale yawning to let one small herring swim in- side. As a small boy, I wept, shivered, with fear, screamed with laughter and almost died of sus- pense, in that theatre, I chased Indians with Tom Mix, fell desperately in love with Marlene Dietrich and thundered through the jungle on the back of Tantor the Elephant with Tarzan, 1 remember going to every matinee I could man- age. Money was scarce in those days, and raising "a dime was harder for a kid than raising a dollar now. Sometimes it took me a solid hour to wheedle the sum out of my kid brother, an industrious type who had a newspaper route. There was a matinee Monday, Wednesday and Saturday, in those days, and it taxed my ingenuity to make all three, but I seldom missed. If I couldn find any empty beer bottles to sell, and my brother was adamant in refusal, I'd hit up my pal "Egg" Slegg, an equally ardent aficionado of the silent screen, but one with a little more money. ' If he had only one dime, we'd buy one ticket, and both try to squeeze past the ticket-taker. He knew what we were doing, and if he was in a good mood, let us both in. One time, I was completely stymied. .I had to go to the show to see if Tarzan got away from the crocodiles who were converging on him last Satur- day. I got his last six cents from my brother, but couldn't raise another sou. It's about 30 years ago, 80 I guess nothing will happen if I admit I swiped the other four from my mother's purse. It was the one time the show wasn't worth it. The sunafagun got away from the crocodiles, and I suffered deep pangs of remorse for weeks. A wonderful part of my cultural education in those days, though I didn't realize it at the time, was the music instilled in me at the slow, when they were -- SMILEY still running silent pictures. Down in the pit, wat- ching the picture and matching its every mood with consummate skill on the piano, sat Lornie Noonan. How he could make you sweat as the wheels started coming off the stagecoach. How he could make you weak with hot, salty tears at a touching moment! During the teens, the theatre was a different, but equally thrilling place. In its comforting darkness, the most timid boy would find the courage to reach shyly for the hand of his girl and sit there, clutch- ing it fiercely until both their paws were slippery with sweat. And if the girl whose hand I clung to on many a wonderful Saturday afternoon, with the teenage crowd in the gallery, reads this, I hope she won't be embarrassed, It was one of the very nicest parts of growing up. I'm sorry if you've been bored by these reminis- cences. They started from my horror at the rapid decline of the smalltown theatre. How people can sit and watch that appalling junk on TV, when there's a first-rate movie at the local show, I can't understand. When the thearte in their own town goes dark, those who have enjoyed a thousand ex- periences in it will be sorry. And none will more Biterty regret it than your humble servant. --Toronto Telegiam News Service o