The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

DITORIAL PINION Letter not published The STAR not only welcomes letters to the editor, we encourage them. However, it happens once in a while that a letter arrives which, in our opinion, may be trying to draw the newspaper into a persohal dispute. This happened a couple of weeks ago when we received a letter from a person who had rented one of our community halls for New Year's Eve Party. All halls are administered by groups ot volunteers from the community, and these volunteers are as likely to have personal differences with their neighbours as anyone else. Such differences are not grounds for attacking the entire operation of hall boards. tne hall in Prince Albert usually rents to members of the Prince Albert community for $10. a night. On special occasions the rent is doubled to $20., which in our opinion is cheap. Our letter writer objected to paying $20. for New Year's Eve when other persons get the same hall on other days for less. We agree with the hall board that New Year's Eve party is a special occasion. We are not publishing the letter to the editor which attacks hall board members for sticking to. their policy. Snowmobile advice Last week the STAR reported on complaints council has received about the misuse of Snowmo- biles in Port Perry. The Port Perry Snowmobile Club has sent along the following tips for people who want to use their machines in the manner of responsible adults. "ATTENTION ALL SNOWMOBILERS IN THE PORT PERRY AREA The Port Perry Snowmobile Club would like the co-operation of all snowmobilers in this area to make it a safe place to run our machines. The following are somes:suggestions we think would help this cause: = ; 1. Do not use the streets in town as a running area; use them only to get to the lake and out of town where there is plenty of area to run. 2. When driving in town, keep your speed down to twenty miles per hour; this will also keep the noise down. 3. Do not run your machine on Queen Street, use alternate routes. 4. Do not under any circumstances run your machine on the sidewalks in town. We ask for your co-operation for the benefit of all of us that enjoy the sport. The Port Perry Snowmobile Club. | PORT PERRY STAR ¢ Company Limited { CNA ?, -', ) ) 3 3 = NI Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships 7 or i Oy, -- = EE -- Ny rary t P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher BRUCE ARNOLD, Editor WM. T. HARRISON, J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Plant Manager Advertising Manager Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wed: "sday by the Part 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. Elsewhere $8.50 per year. Single Copy 15¢ IXARARARAANANNDNLNAR AARAAAA = LSA HEARSE FLT ST 0) BRIAN 2) * or Vik PRA) SE NA 3 al rera¥i ag ¥ A EER MRS EEE SP AN Sadr y BILL MILEY UGAR ano Yes, you may call me Grampa. The kid arrived three days too late tobe any use as a tax deduction. But we can't all be perfect. Aside from that, he is. Perfect. According to the ladies. He's a dandy little fellow, with - rosy cheeks, his mother's auburn hair, his father's eyes, and his grandfather's sweet little rosebud mouth. He's very peaceful and sleeps a lot, so he doesn't seem to have anything of his maternal grandmother in him. There are certain occasions in our lives that are peaks, even though most of the time we seem to be down in the valleys. These are the times when something special happens. They don't have to be mile- stones, like graduations and weddings. In fact, these are often so formalized, they can be excruciatingly dull. No, I mean those rare events that are crystal clear, even with the passing of years. I don't remember a thing about my birth, for example, and that was supposed to be something important. But I remember vividly the day in public school when I was sick, sick, sick, was too proud or too shy to ask to leave, and vomited on the classroom floor and all the way down the hall to the lavatory, with my best girl watching the whole sordid thing. I was nine, and that was my first affair. It died in the bud. 1 remember a baseball game, in my teens. I was at bat. Bases loaded, two men out, the count three and two. The next pitch was obviously low. I dropped my bat and started to jog to first base, forcing in the winning run. "Stee-rike three!" bellowed the um- pire. Game over. Instant ignominy. I'll never forget my first real job. Arrived at the docks about midnight, thrilled beyond reason. I was going to be a sailor. Found a bunk. Couldn't sleep, with the excitement of it all. My heart resembled a drum- ing partridge. Had a big breakfast and prepared to enter manhood. I was seven- teen. My boss took me in tow, gave me some brasso and a rag, led me into a men's urinal, pointed at the brass foot-plate and said "Clean it." Serice Another big day was the one on which I passed my wings test. I had flunked one two days before because the intercom was almost useless. The instructor would tell me to do a steep bank to port and I'd do a slow roll or a loop. He took a dim view. It looked like washout and back to manning pool to wash dishes for the duration. But I got a second chance, flew like Jonathan Living- stone Seagull and walked on air for weeks. Another time that is etched in my mind is my first visit to London. As the train neared the great city, I was trembling so violently I couldn't light a cigarette. It was probably the thought that I, a small-town, small-time boy, was actually about to enter the setting of a thousand stories, the home of kings and queens, the fertile spawner of a vast empire. 1 didn't stop shaking until I'd downed two pints of bitter. You'd think a chap's first operational flight against the enemy would be a high- light. Mine wasn't. 1 was too busy or ignorant to be even scared. All those red and . green things zipping past the cockpit might as well have been Christmas tree lights, instead of tracer bullets. But I don't suppose I'll ever forget the day I was shot down. One minute there was the snarl of engines, the whack of cannon shells, the crump of flak and the dirty black spots in the sky, as shells burst. Mates all around me. Next minute there was total silence. No engine. No mates, No flak. Just the blue sky above. the dun earth below coming up swiftly but dreamily and me thinking, "Well, there goes that date with Tita in Antwerp tonight." There are lots of other peaks. The day I decided I was in love with a girl, once and for all, and took the plunge, after deciding that I wouldn't marry until I was forty and had explored every means of escape. And the day my daughter was born, slipping into the world as easily as she has slipped in and out of equally ridiculous situations ever since. Anyway, the birth of my grandson was one of the peaks. I can tell: You can't fool an old peak man like me. 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 24th, 1924 At the first meeting of Scugog. Council, Monday, January 14th, Mr. Dowson instructed the clerk to purchase 100 dog tags for 1924, and $4. was paid to Mr. Cory Wood as sheep valua- tor. The Myron Martin and his sister Edith of Manitoba, paid a hurried visit to friends in Port Perry last week. Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Meredit Thompson, Blackstock, on the birth of a baby boy. s Young people of Ashburn are favored with good skating on the pond of Mr. Lane. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 27, 1949 Approximately forty-five friends and neighbours gathered at the public library to honour Mrs. Keith Mark (nee Ruth Storv) who ~ was married December 27, 1948. Mr. and Mrs. Palmer and son Bob, Seagrave, visited their daughter and her hus- band, Mr. and Mrs. Harold Martyn. Mr. Gordon Carnegie, who has been with the Canadian Bank of Commerce in Bowmanville has returned to Port Perry where he will be employed with Carnegie Hardware. Little Beatrice Marie Mass has returned home to her parents in Hamilton after enjoying three weeks with her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Durham, Prospect. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 22, 1959 Port Perry Council gave approval to complete the addition of 6 classrooms, a (continued on page 5) Ad