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CI tke A 24. 7) nil fa Xn mit BEES edie ~ "- SRY) BESSA C WET 4X7 A Recreational director ? Is there a need for a full-time recreational director in Scugog? It is time for some serious debate and discussion on this subject, now that it has been raised at the Ratepayers' meeting. Scugog is very lucky to have excellent people working hard in many aspects of minor sports. Minor hockey, curling, judo and karate are among the many organizations that provide the opportunity for people to take part in sports. On the other hand, there isn't anybody there who can co-ordinate all the programs and work to develop new programs where there isn't as much interest at this time. Scugog now has more than 10,000 people and covers a large area and perhaps it is time to get a recreational director. After all what is $15,000 Or $20,000 on the overall tax bill if we are going to get better recreational service. But on the other hand, why spend the money if things are fine as they are now. This is a type of decision council needs help in making because they can't possibly know the needs of all the people or how well the various sports organizations are working. Perhaps Scugog doesn't need a full-time recreation director but could use somebody working on it part time. If this was the case, a person could be hired and could work part time on recreation and part time in some other township capacity. One thing is certain, though, recreation is becoming a very important part of our lives and some people need to be educated on how to spend their leasure time. Councillors need discipline Some regional councillors will soon attempt to have Durham council meet once a week. They maintain there is too much work to be done in council's twice-a-month meeting. ) But this would only be a superficial solution to the problem and would ignore the real problem, which is lack of discipline by councillors. It would be a real education for voters to sit in 'on a regional meeting to see just how their elected representatives conduct themselves. A little light-heartedness is always good, but when the whole meeting turns into a picnic something must be done. Last Wednesday's meeting was a classic example of what has gone wrong. There was so much" confusion, Chairman Walter Beath had to ask for standing votes on a number of motions after his count had been challenged. Even then everybody didn't know what 'was happening. } Councillors were wandering. in and out of the meeting and some of those there were busy reading the newspaper or talking to their neighbour. It reminded one of a public school class with a lax teacher. All the blame can't be placed on Mr. Beath's shoulders, as he would have to send most of the councillors to the office to be strapped if he was a school teacher. Towards the end of the meeting, council was struggling to keep a quorum. As members left and others wandered in and out, the clerk was busy counting to make sure there was a quorum. It is time councillors started acting as adults and giving their job their undivided attention. SSNS NNRNRN | PORT PERRY STAR | § ~ Company Limited P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Advertising Manager Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Part Perry Star Co. LId., Port Perry, Onlario 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 Rafe: In Canada $6.00 per year. Elsewhere $8.50 per year. Single Copy 15¢ 57 GEORGE DRIVING THE SNAKES FROM) ENGLAND AAARARARARARARARARARARARARARRIAIRANI II ooo BILL MILEY UGAR ano ~--TIhe fun of batching it One of my real pleasures in life is "batching it." I've just been through ten days of it, and have another stretch coming up. I look back on the one with nostalgia, and forward to the other with anticipation. There are a lot of men who go around with a long face when their wife is going to be away for a spell, and they'll have to look after themselves. Some of them would literally starve to death if there were no restaurants. Others actually "miss" their wives constant babble. And there are a lot of women who are convinced that their poor weaklings of husbands will be hard done by if they leave them to fend for themselves for a few days. There are also a lot of women who are convinced that their husbands are going to miss their presence dreadfully. Both convictions are erroneous, in my case. I love my wife, but oh, you happy, carefree days of batching it. I feel the way I used to, about nine years old, when school is letting out in June. For one thing, there's no teacher at me all the time, trying to make me behave, clean up after me, and learn something new, all at once. This is hard work, and I'm lazy. Nope, when I put the old battleaxe on the bus, or see the car drive off, I try to look mournful, and wave a fervent goodbye, then I give a great sigh of relief, and feel like a fellow who has just walked out the jailhouse gates. I'm not saying that marriage is synony- mous with prison, though it is a life sentence. I'm just saying that it's nice to get a weekend pass once in a while, for good behaviour. First thing I do when the old girl disappears o¢er the horizon is kick my shoes off, settle down in a comfortable chair with a beer and the evening papers. I read it through with quiet enjoyment, no interupt- - fons. Nobody relating how she changed the beds, did two washings, called the plumber. Nobody wanting to talk about decorating the spare room. Nobody telling me I had to go over the bills with her. No, just me and the paper. I read front page, editorials, columns, sport and entertainment. Nor- mally, I never get past the front-page. Nobody saying '"'Dinner's nearly ready don't open another beer which would you like canned peas or frozen spinach." I have my dinner when I jolly well feel like it. Maybe nine p.m., or ten. And when TI do. it's a gourmet spread. Unlike. some of those snivelling wretches who can't boil a cup of water without spoiling the flavour, I was brought up in a large family, and was a pretty good, rough cook when I married. A far better cook than the bride, I might add, sotto voce. And since then, I've filed off a number of the rough edges, and can turn out a good meal. Chops and sausage, bacon and eggs are child's play, along with steak. I can turn out a creditable turkey, ham, roast of beef. I - can make stuffing, bake a fish. So, when I'm alone, I don't go hungry. Oh, not that I roast a beef, or turn out a golden brown turkey. That's a bit much for one average appetite. But I don't settle for the baked potato, fried port chop and canned corn routine, either. That't for workaday cooks and workaday appetites and workaday marriages. Nor am I one of those fancy-dans who fool around covering the essential blandness of their cooking with a lot of spices and sauces. I'm more apt to turn out a nice mixed grill: bacon, a small fresh lamb chop, a sausage or two, a bit of liver, and a gram or two of kidney. If they're not on hand, I get the latter two items out of a can of cat food. It has a distinct, unique flavour. When all is sizzling a la perfection, as we say, I carefully put the meat on a paper towel, and fry two large slices of golden- brown bread in the drippings. I top these with tomatoes and melting cheese. By this time my stomach can scarcely stand the aromas mingling. : Then I put the whole works into_the cat's dish, open the refrigerator, take out a frozen chicken pie, heat it, and eat it, garnished with a sprig of cabbage. The cat and I are both happy. By this'time, it's 11:30 p.m., so I watch a late movie or two, with no one saying, "Isn't it time for bed?" I climb into bed at 3:30, read for an hour, and sleep until 7 a.m. Every time my wife comes home and I've been batching it, she is appalled by my appearance, "Your eyes look like two burned holed in a blanket." They do, but I've enjoyed every burn. Then the inevitable question: "Did you miss me?" Hah! Miss her my foot. I didn't miss her any more than I would my teeth, or my right arm. ppe Argyle Syndicate Ltd. 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 7, 1924 A valued municipal work- er in Brock Township and a former Warden of Ontario, Mr. Henry Purvis passes away. Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Fergu- son and sons, Clarence and Merrill, of Cartwright have left their farm and will take up residence in Bowman- ville. At Warriner Lodge 1.0.0.F. elections were held and the following elected, Noble Grand L. Palmer, Vice-Grand T.W. McLean. At Wes Crosiers store in Seagrave this year you could buy girls boots at $2.50, boys boots for $2.80, baby's boots for $1,50 and ladies oxfords for $3.40. 25 YEARS AGO THursday, December 1, 1949 At the High School com- mencement this year, the Principal Mr. J. Crane add- ressed the assembly with a special message to the stud- ents and parents, Mr. Roy Cornish, Principal of the Public School presented Gary Lawrence with an award for ranking the high- est for High School Entrance examinations from Port Perry and to Isabel Bayliss from the District. Twenty'five years ago, there was an acute shortage of electricity and the Hydro Commission asked all con- sumers to save at least five per cent. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 3, 1959 Mrs. Margaret Carnegie was elected Worthy Patron of Blue Ray Chapter and for Worthy Patron Leonard Colbear. At the Ontario County Holstein Club annual ban- quet, Mr. William Stone, T . President, reviewed the work of the club through the year. . 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