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Rp 7) 1 y N re 4 F) iv IN Edel 3 ti ANE § Elsewhere $8.50 per year. Hospital Day -- May 12 Guest Editorial by Jeanne Elliot The Ontario Hospital Association is working with the Canadian Hospital Association again this year in observing Saturday, May 12th as Canada Hospital Day. This special day will publicize new concepts in ways of treating patients, in hospital, if necessary. « ) i With increasing'costs and ever tighter budgets, hospitals are becoming more and more conscious of the need to insure best use of their own facilities and the important supporting role of nursing homes, home care programmes and other alternative forms of health care. The major message of Canada Hospital Day is that good patient care must take a different form, than just keeping you in an expensive active treatment hospital bed. On Hospital Day, attention is focused on the very heart of any community . . the hospital, and the vital role that the hospital plays in providing high quality care to the sick and injured. As we celebrate Hospital Day, we cannot forget the countless number of men and women, who through the years have laboured to make our hospitals what they are to-day. Volunteers too are an integral part of the Hospital Family and through the provisions of their time, and talents, additional funds and patient services have contributed to improved total patient care. To focus on our own Community Hospital, Doctors, Nurses, Volunteers and staff, we would have to go a long way to duplicate the care we receive. It is based on a personal level and leaves little to be desired. When called upon to help in any way please respond, YOU may be the next one needing these services. Tribute to Leslie Frost by Premier William G. Davis | was saddened to learn of the death last week of the Honourable Leslie Frost, a personal friend and mentor for many years and a man who will rank as one of the giants in Canadian Political History. As is frequently the case with a great man, one's private memory of Leslie Frost is that of a person of deep perceptions and simple tastes. | can think of no other man who so perfectly understood the aspirations of the people of Ontario and who so successfully mastered the political processes involved in translating those aspirations into action. hn Affectionately known as Old Man Ontario, Mr. Frost throughout his lifetime never failed to go out of his way to recognize, with a hearty handshake and a warm greeting, friends in every walk of life. . And no street or concession line in Ontario was without his friends. Many of these friendships had their beginning during his years spent in the trenches in the First World War. He was wounded in France and retired with the rank of Major. His concern for the welfare and the well-being of veterans was well-known in every branch of the Canadian Legion, and their interests were always cldse to his heart. But it was as premier of Ontario that Mr. Frost will be forever remembered as he led this province into and through a challenging period of phenomenal postwar expansion. It was during the Frost Administration that Ontario consolidated its position as Canada's wealthiest and most vibrant jurisdiction. ~~ PORT PERRY STAR | Company Limited CLI WM e, A ¥ CNA = (UNA) 2 % § , ~~ N 9, & : "rs ao Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher-Editor J. PETER HVIDSTEN, { 5 WM. T. HARRISON, 3 ry Advertising Manager Plant Manager 3 Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association Member of fine Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday 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 Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $6.00 per year. Single Copy 15¢ RD WN BILL MILEY DD UGAR ano Srice We're planning to go to England, this summer. Last summer we planned to go to the Maritimes. Last winter we planned to go to Barbados. Two summers ago it was a trip across Canada. The plans are great but the performance is nil. I'm not sure whose fault it is that the Smileys never get off the ground. I blame my wife. She hates getting ready for a trip. I sometimes think she deliberately broke her ankle last summer so she wouldn't have to get ready. She, naturally, blames me, because I don't get everything 'laid on in time. She may have a point. J don't like super organization. I like to just take off and wind up wherever the fates take me, with as little baggage as possible. She likes to know where she's going to lay her head at night, and likes to have' "something decent" to wear on every occasion that might present itself. That means three suitcases. It also poses a big problem for this summer. I just know that when the Queen and Phil hear we're going to be in the U.K. there'll be an invitation of some sort waiting for us at the Dorchester or the Savoy or the Dirty Duck. Trouble is, what sort of affair will she invite us to? If it's a lawn party, that means for my old lady a long summer dress, big hat, white gloves. And for me, a tough decision -- whether to wear my white sport shirt or my blue one. ' But what if it's for dinner at the Palace, as it probably will be? That's another kettle of fish and chips. It would mean a dinner dress and different shoes for the boss. I could manage a black tie over my white sport shirt and if it was extra formal, I'd pin my Canadian Spam medal to my shirt. I can just hear the dinner conversation, a bit fluty and high-bred but sort of chummy. Rather like the Pope trying to draw out the parish priest. The Queen. "How delightful of you and your charming wife to do us the honour of coming to dinner. Have you been to England before, Mr. uh Wiley?" Me. 'Yes, your Honour, uh, your Worship, uh, Queen. I fought for your old man in the last war. Guess you were just a kid." Queen. "A kid? Really? Ow. Ow. yes, I see. Your American sleng is sow refreshing. And you were one of those gallant lads from the dominions who fought for my father, King George the Sixth?" Me. "Just a minute, Queen. That's no American accent. It's Canadian. And they told me his name was Mackenzie King, not whatever you said." Queen. "How quaint. And you were decorated, I see. That must be a medal for outstanding valour pinned to your, uh -- I say, that is a striking, uh -- shirt?" The Duke. "It's a ruddy sport shirt, Elizabeth. They all wear them. Me. "Oh, no, Queen. They gave these out with the rations. All you had to do was be conned into joining up." "The Queen. '"Conned? Rations? Yes of course. Now, we'd like you to have a wonderful time while you're here. It's lovely this time of year in Scotland. Right up at the top. As far as you can go." . Me. "Matter of fact, Queen, we thought we'd stick around London a while and get better acquainted. Maybe me and Phil here could do a couple of pub-crawls, while you girls got together and talked about your rotten kids and stuff." The Queen. "Ow, Now. I mean ow, yes. That would have been lovely. But ectually, we must gow to Canadar this summer. Frightful bore, but there it is." Me. "Yup, you must get sick of having to be polite to ordinary people. And it's a brute for heat over there in the summer. Especially on the prairies." The Queen. "Quite. And now, if there's any little thing my husband and I could do, please don't hesitate." Me. "Well, let's see. You're the Queen of Canada. Right? Right. Well, look. There's this school board, see? I'm a teacher, "y'know. If you'd just write them a nasty letter. Why, I've got one Grade 9 class with 38 in it. Just tell them to lay off persecuting me. Oh, yeah. And would you call our neighbours, the Dairymples, and make sure they're watering our. lawn.?"' My wife. (Silently and under the table. Kick. Kick. Kick.) Anyway, Buckingham Palance won't be any problem. But what are we going to wear when we duck over to Northern Ireland to see Uncle Frank, who has asked us out in his fishing boat? I think I'll have my wife dress in green, and I'll wear something in orange. At Teast one of us might survive. >) 3 A 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 10, 1923 Conservatives were pre- paring for a convention in Port Perry, May 19 to nominate a standard's bearer for a coming election. Meanwhile Progessives "were planning a convention at Whitby. The Shirley Womens In stitute held its annual meeting at the home of Mrs. Allen Modte. The first picnic of the season was held at Smith's Woods on Arbour Day by a public school class from Burketon. Mr. and Mrs. Ed Darcey of Blackstock had a baby boy, 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 6, 1948 Samuel Farmer died May '3, 1948. Mr. Farmer had served as editor-publisher of the Port Perry Star for 40 years at the time of his passing and had built the paper from a small, some thought ineffective publication, to a, country weekly which he, his family and the town could be proud of - a fact attested to by the large turn out at the funeral. Mr. Farmer had come to - Canada from England at the. age of 15. For some years he worked as a hired man on a farm near Port Perry, then bought the Star in 1908. As his tribute on the front page pointed out he came here in the days of mud roads, high board fences. He used his paper to fight for community improvements. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 8, 1963 Lightning startea a fire which burned the barn on the Jack Masters farm at Manchester. # ' r-------------- Ce -- FF -