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WC 2a YOON RE # LATE LEILA ral FAL HET PRA £30 DITORIAL PINION Election Epilogue & . If feeling fails you, vain will be your course, And idle what you plan unless your art Springs from the. soul with elemental force To hold its sway in every listening heart. Faust Alas, the Liberal party was heedless of any 'such advice during the recent election campaign. As a result, it might shortly be on the outside looking in, a reversal very few people would havet predicted before the election. However, the Liberals managed to stave off victory with remarkable vigour, their once-proud 155 seats now reduced to a sorry minority. At this time, both major parties are deadlocked _ with 109 seats. The Liberals got 39 percent of the popular vote (that is, 39 percent of the nation voted -'Liberal), more than any other party, but politically they match the Conservatives; in our parlia- mentary system, the nwnber of seats held determines a party's power. * How _did the nation vote? In the Atlantic provinces the federal party, holding almost steady, managed to sneak three seats away from Stanfield. They ended up with 10 seats compared to a PC total of 22. In Quebec, the big story was Liberal power (56 seats) versus Tory weakness (2 seats). Fifty-six seats represents more than 50 percent of the Liberal total. Wesf of the Ottawa River, the Grits were clobbered unmercifully. Their 64 seats in Ontario was diluted to 35. They were almost wiped out on the Prairies. And a 28 year party high of 16 seats in B.C. melted to four. These stunning results virtually split Canada into two political blocs; Quebec and the rest of the nation. A more unstable situation is hard to imagine. For years, Canada has struggled to become a truly bi-cultural nation. Now, almost overnight, it has become polarized. Quebec is politically isolated. Radical French may use this fact to kindle a revolutionary fire in their compatriots' hearts. Radical Anglais may be encouraged to. scorn Quebeckers openly if the Trudeau regime - collapses. In any event, Pierre Trudeau, that master of the paradox, now suffers the supreme irony; his years of painstaking effort to heal the racial wound goes all for naught. Worse, this bi-cultural stance has been a major factor in his very defeat. ; What issues led to this defeat? One undoubtedly was Monsieur Trudeau himself. His refusal to confront Stanfield face to face, his reassuring patter that Canada "has got it made", breezy evasion of logic under fire; all contributed to a loss of popularity with press and public. Then there was the Liberal party itself, convicted (rightly) of conducting a "non-cam- - paign". "We campaigned on a record and you don't win that way', sighed manpower minister Bryce MacKasey after the election. Gift giving and big parties took precedence over discussing the grass roots issues with the public. And when Liberals did talk unemployment, inflation, high taxes of (continued on page 9) PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited aor, S$ 7, Sa, En fom); \ "rg aS Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher ee WM. T. RRISON, Plant nager Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Advertising Manager Published every Wednesday by the Port Perry Star Co. LYd., Port Ferry, Umario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rates: In Canada $5.50 per year. Elsewhere $7.50 per year. Single Copy 15¢ BILL MILEY UGAR ano HOW I HELPED GET OUT THE VOTE Today I was discussing newspaper columnists with some of my senior students. It was a perfectly legitimate exercise in the teaching of English, but the devils know that if they can get me off track, bragging off reminiscing, I might get carried away and forget to give them their homework assignment. Therefore, someone craftily introduced the subject of this column. Sly questions, leading me further and further away from the original point. It worked. Most people are never happier than when they're talking about themselves or their work. I took the bait. . "I suppose you write four or five ahead", suggested one lad. } A lot of people have this loony idea. I tersely told the truth: that I write it right on the deadline, even though I have a whole week to work on it. I'm usually galloping to the post. office to catch the last possible mail. There are 168 hours in a week, and I use the last two of them. (I can hear some editors and readers sniffing and muttering, "They read like it, too.) But I've discovered that it is physcholo- gically impossible for me to turn out a column unless the guillotine is hanging over me. I've tried it in the summer holidays, but have given up. On each occasion I'd sit there, looking and feeling stupid, tear out of the typewriter sheet after sheet, crumple it, 'and try again. Nothing doing. ~ Iam constantly telling budding writers to establish a regular work pattern. Afraid it's 2 case of 'do as I say" rather than "do as I 0". Oh, they get a lot of good advice. Constantly I.extoll the work habits of people like Leacock and Hemingway, who got up early and worked steadily for so many Srice 2 N RARRRRAS hours. Then one of my little inner voices snaps, "Why don't you do it yourself?" My other little inner voice snaps right back, "Hell, I'm not a writer, I'm a columnist." Saved again. When youthful writers ask me what to write about, I tell them to write about what they know and do and feel. This time, I follow my own advice. If I didn't, I wouldn't have enough material to keep me going for a month. "Yah, but whut kinda stuff?", they retort in their impeccable teenage English. This is a variant on the adult query I've heard so often, "Where daya get all them ideas for your little articles?" Well, folks, I wish a butler would appear once a week with a little silver salver bearing a piece of paper, and announce, "Your idea for this week, sir." But he doesn't, and I probably wouldn't know what to do with it if he did. Besides, I don't have a butler, dammit. However, I do have a wife. Occasionally, in despair, I'll say, "What in the world am I going to write about this week?" She'll say. "Write about spring" or something about as helpful. I respond, "0.K." and write a column about spring. Nothing to it. Just before the election, something came up that might have been material for a column. An old friend phoned. My wife answered. She called, "Paul wants to know if the Liberals can put a sign on our lawn"', frowning and shaking her head at me. «Airily I said, "Sure, I don't care.", though I hadn't decided which way 1 was going to vote. Hand over the mouthpiece, she hissed at me, "No. I don't want a sign on our lawn." Even more airily, I said, "Yes, he can. Tell him. For once in your life, woman, do what you're told." She did. (continued on page 9) FIFTY YEARS AGO Thursday, Nov. 9, 1922 An enjoyable ' afternoon and evening was spent at the home of Mrs. Harvey Plum when a large number of the ladies of the village met and quilted two quilts to send to fire-sufferers in Northern Ontario. The Port Perry Branch of the - Upper Canada Bible Society held their annual public meeting. The chair was taken by the president, Rev. N.H. Noble, who was assisted exercises by Rev. W.D. Harrison and Rev. J.T. Hall. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, Nov. 6, 1947 Scugog folk were very ® pleased with the lovely day for the Dedication of the Grace United Church; and "the grand crowd of inter- ested people who attended and saw our beautiful church." Rev. Mr. Telford gave a splendid message, using as his text "What. are these stones?" Mr. C.L. Fralick then read a short history of the church. The regular meeting of Scugog Chapter 1.0.D.E. was held with the Regent, Mrs. Stewart MacFarlane, in the chair. Mr. Ernest Lee of Green- bank was guest of honor at a family gathering at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Hook, on the occasion of Mr. Lee's fiftieth birthday. The C.G.L.T. held a party in the United Church. The prize winners were Georgia Brock, Doris DeNure, Shir- ley St. John, Marilyn Heayn and Jean Williams, After® several very spooky games, lunch was served, and a friendship circle formed for the singing of "Taps." 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, Nov. 7, 1957 Jimmy Taylor, a Port Perry teenager, commen- ting on Hallowe'en 1957; "The firemen turned their hoses on us and seemed to be having more fun than the ® kids, who only wanted to play a tune on the fire siren." Trying to justify charges of vandalism against the teens, he said; "Any weakness in ° the teenagers of Port Perry (we feel) is directly: con- nected with lack of parental help and understanding. Many parents feel they . "Haven't Got the Time" to help out as chaperones, ete." ete." y 10 YEARS AGO 2 Thursday, Nov. 8, 1962 Mry@red Christie of Reach Township was appointed to the Cemetery Advisory Board of Ontario. Village Council met with an EMO. (Emergency @ Measures Organization) group composed of doctors, police, firemen, etc. to consider what to do in the event of a Third World War. (This was the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis). Among those present were Arthur T. Cox in the Chair, Bruce Beare, Irving A. Boyd, R.A. Kenny, Reeve J.J. Gibson, Fire Chief W.G. Raines, Dr. G.M. Rennie, M.O.H. Harry Phoenix, Ho- ward Hall, John Orde and Frank Godley. in the opening ®