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8 oy ts as Se EOE Sx ~ RY 1 ot J € + Pr a TE te an ep aa ae as i WE 2 ea a Wh hk » Rice a \ O00 OOO OOO OEE rit lh Ar i Ara A a anal VOU VIVIIVOITIIIIPIIIISIOIOOIO0OIIOP 4 -- PORT PERRY STAR, Thursday, Nov. 11th, 1965 & TIVO TVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPOOOO00E \ 4 Port Perry Star Co. Minted Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas . dee P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher WM. T. HARRISON Editor Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Assoc. 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¢ PN NN OOOO OOOe Well Done, Mikel! Congratulations to Michael Starr, who again was re-elected to the House of Commons in Ottawa. This is Mr. Starr's seventh victory in the same amount of elections over a period of 13 years, and it certainly is a proof of the popularity he holds through- out Ontario Riding. As soon as the polls had been closed and the re- turns were announced, it was never any doubt that Mr. Starr would be the representative for this riding in Ottawa. Two of his opponents, Dr. Claude Vipond, Liberal and Oliver Hodges, N.D.P. made a very fine showing, but had to take a back seat to Mr. Starr. * * * REMEMBRANCE Once again Remembrance Day with its poignant memories of glory and of grieving draws near, to re- mind the people of Canada of the wars in which a million and a half of their fellow-citizens served and from which more than a hundred thousand did not re- turn. ' The years pass, but time must not dim the memory of those inspiring chapters written into the history of our country, nor the remembrance of that great host of gallant men who made the supreme sacrifice that their loved ones and countrymen at home might be free from tyranny and oppression. What more sacred duty is there for all Canadians on November 11th than remembrance, solemnly and reverently expressed, of those immortal heroes who sleep their last long sleep in foreign fields over the sea--those valiant sons of Canada who gave up life itself for the things in which they believed? But the week of November 11th should not only be an occasion for spiritual remembrance of the Glori- ous Dead. It should, as well, be the season for prac- tical remembrance of the living--the disabled veterans and the widows and dependants of the fallen who are in need of a helping hand. That is a responsibility which war has bequeathed us, a duty which must not be shirked Poppy Day, organized by Legion branches through the Dominion, provides everyone with an op- portunity for practical remembrance, and it is to be hoped that this year, with wars in the Far East re- minding us of our own fallen in past conflicts, more Canadians than ever before will wear a poppy. --The Legionary O20 249 " 55% 4 pe a ar ST SLIP IT OOR" A a 00 > ns QL PREIS IN.-_. eT 57) | &F [ Q: gress REMEMBER WHE 50 YEARS AGO November 10, 1915 About two o'clock on Mon- day morning fire broke out in the Sebert House base- ment. It was discovered by Mr. C. W. Ingram. It looked as if the building was doom- ed, but the splendid work of the firemen and the steady water préssure saved the building. At the Baptist Church last Sunday Professor Trotter of McMaster University was the guest speaker. Also on Friday November 12, at the Town Hall the Baptist are putting on a first class pro- gram, as the names of Rev. H. W. Piercy, and Donald McGregor are a sufficient guarantee. Cartwright News--Mr. W. H. Lowry who has been the barber here for some time has left us to start a busi- ness in Hastings. 25 YEARS AGO November 7th, 1940 Meredith McKee, of Man- chester had a narrow escape last Saturday, when he was struck by a car on No. 12 Highway. Fortunately his injuries were slight. W. Rusnell. of 121 Patri- cia St. Oshawa, won the Bill Oke Trophy for the largest fish caught in Lake Scugog in the year 1940. On Monday, October 18th, Bro. Keever, Oshawa, D.D. G.M. and installing team vi- sited Warriner Lodge, Port Perry and installed their of- ficers for the coming year. Merlin Dowson was installed as Noble Grand and Les. Smith as Vice Grand. 10 YEARS AGO November 10th, 1955 The Port Perry Branch of the Canadian Legion, held its annual Church Parade on Sunday, Nov. bth, accom- panied by the 40 - member Bowmanville Boy's Training School Band. Seagrave -- On Tuesday, November 1st, two car loads of ladies spent a pleasant day in Bobcaygeon attending the W.M.S. Rally. The guest speaker was Mrs. McKinney, pres. of the Bay of Quinte Branch. Congratulations to Nor- man Haugen. Norman who is in training with the RCAF passed his progression Test with 929%, ) Scugog--Mr. and Mrs. Al- lan Redman, Mrs. S. Rod- Mr. Jack Sangster has se- man, Mrs. T. Redman and cured a position at Camp Mrs. C. Graham left last Borden in connection with Sunday on a motor trip to Ordinance work. : ORO ORONO TO | By B LL CE SMILEY HOW IT ALL BEGAN Addressing a group of high school teachers the other night, I was recalling how I entered the . uh . . teaching game, business, vocation, profession or racket -- what you call it depends on who you are -- purely by accident. I had brought my family to this town one Sunday to have a look at the sights, as we hadn't been here before. ) On the way out of town, we drove around the side streets to admire the fine homes. "That's odd," I said to my wife. "There's a big, new factory smack in the middle of the residential section. They don't usually allow that." Then I saw the roadblock, out in front of the sprawling, one-storey factory. There was a grim gent beside it, well-dressed but with a sort of wild glint in his eye. He flagged me down, I stopped. He came over to the car. "Can you sce out of at least one eye?", he queried. I assured him that I had 40-40 vision, or something of the sort. I thought it was some kind of kooky, plain- clothes-police check, the kind you run into when you've left your driving license in your other pants. "Ever been to a university?", he shot at me. I said I'd been to Oxford, I remember spending a whole weekend there during the war, waiting for a Land Army girl who never did show up. He brightened considerably. 'Have you any con- tagious diseases?", was the mext question. "Like leprosy?" I told him I was as sound as any man in my condition could be. Beaming now, he went on with the questio Ie? "And you don't drink, smoke, play the horses chase women. Right?" I started to point out that I did all of these when- ever possible, but not all the time, and not all at once. But he wasn't listening. He had the car door open and me by the arm, and was hustling me to- ward that big, brick factory that looked more like a prison every second. I thought I was under arrest. When we got inside, he shoved me into a chair, and I waited, fearfully, for the bright light in the face, and the rubber hose. But he fooled me. He stuck a confession under my nose andnarled, "Sign there." I signed, wondering what had become of Magna Carta, Habeas Corpus and my family, out in the car. It was not until he offered to show me the gym- nasium and the cafeteria that I realized the factory was a high school, and that I had just experienced the hard sell on teachers. However, it wasn't much of a switch for me. I know that the jump into teaching, from big indus- trialist, shoe salesman or short-order cook has been a traumatic experience for some people. You can see them any day, tottering white-faced toward the staff room, after a double period with 10Z, the ter- ror of the school. But I had little difficulty in making the adjust- ment. After all, I had been a weekly newspaper editor. In that job, you spend most of your time telling people things they don't listen to, and urging them to do things they don't want to do. I found these invaluable training for my teaching career. And I must admit that things have gone well. In three years, I fought my way up to a depart- ment-headship. Oh, it took a lot of midnight-oil- burning, coffee-buying for the principal, and the fact that they couldn't get anybody else for the job. But I made it. And now I have my own little empire: a dozen or so English teachers who are so in awe of me that they mever borrow more than $10; an assistant de- partment head who hangs on my every word, and then contradicts it; and the thrill of attending de- partment heads' meetings, of being on the inside, where the big decisions are made. Like what are we gonna do with kids who carve "Herb Loves Elsie" on the desks. --Toronto Telegram News Service