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Editorial Comments A good idea....revisited 1 There's a lot be said about massive public motivations, mobilizations, and a public called to arms on any issue you might want to muster. Sustenance, however, isn't usually one of its strong points. So it was with some surprise that we noted one of the suggestions made at the Scugog Ratepayers Associafion's annual meeting last week. Why doesn't the association, somebody suggested, get involved in some kind of a recycling, reclamation scheme as a project for the new term? In a year when inflation, unemployment, and just plain economic gloom seems to flush expensive past-year-causes down the old pipe-untreated, it is heartening to find some people who are still concerned--and still willing to take action. Although the proposal was considered only food for thought, we hope the stew keeps bubbling long enough to make a full-course meal. The trend in some cases seems to be that, yes, pollution is bad and it would be nice to do something about it. But Detroit's laying off and the consumer is biting the bullet..... en and all this costs money, man. Some" industrialists and other interests have _ recently taken advantage of the changing public concerns and confusions, and are more and more claiming environmentalists to be prophets of doom, alarmists, and at best, unrealistic and idealistic spendthrifts. While we admit there may have been a panic button approach to the problem a few years ago--the conditions warrant just that kind of action. You don't, after all evaculate half the children when only half the school is burning. So much for industry, government, and The! Other Guy. Our concern is Polluter No. 1. Us. ~The guy who, muttering under his breath, drags his contribution of Ontario's annual eight million tons to the curb. In Port Perry and area, we have certain advantages. We are a smaller community and could get the message to more of the community faster--probably with better results--than the larger community. Yet, we are closer to the large centres and markets where such materials could be sold. Our entire society has based prosperity for the past few decades on a cycle of waste, producting, consuming and discarding goods. This is where we could begin to make some basic changes to the cycle of waste. Why not right here in Port Perry. Slight misunderstanding Good Friday being one of the most celebrated of religious observances of the year, some people 4 & * "An's HousHT we MAILS weRE stow J & & ~ Remember When..? 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 19, 1925 At the Port Perry Horticul- tural Exhibition held at the United Church the winners in the double hyacinth .class were first, Mrs. W. Real, second Mrs. Roy O'Neill. Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Beare were in Brantford where they attended the fiftieth wedding anniversary of Mrs. Beare's parents, Mr. and Mrs. A. McCauley. A- large number attended the sale of Mr. Norman Woon, Seagrave. A party and a presentation was held in their honour before leav- ing the community. were presented with a purse They - of money by Mr. Herbert Eagleson. Ne The Young Men's Parlia- ment met in the S.0.E. Hall to discuss a bill for the erection of a new high school in Port Perry. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 16, 1950 Mr. and Mrs. James Boe celebrated their Golden An- niversary at their home in Greenbank. At the Royal Conservatory of Music, Toronto, Mr. Alan Reesor passed his First Grade Theory with first class honours. He'is a pupil of Mrs. J. E. Jackson. Mr. and Mrs. Wright and family of New- James castle have moved into their new home on Queen Street. Mr. Wright has been the owner of the orchard on the hill for some time. Miss Adelaide Fennel re- turned by plane to Port Perry after a six week visit to Barbadoes and Jamaica. was on hand for the new g. organ fund. Mrs. A. Bruce gave a reading on the history of Seagrave. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 18, 1965 Mr. Ian McNab, General Motors Public Relations Director was the guest speaker at Lions Club this week. Initial steps were taken at this time for a sewage system in Port Perry. Two representatives from Canadian Mitchell Associ- ates met with council and g gave preliminary reports. Plans are being made as a Centennial project in Port Perry, an addition to the arena to consist of a new 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 17, 1960 At the Skating Carnival this year, two solo numbers were taken by local talent. Miss Margaret Ann Wither- spoon gave a beautiful exhibition of skating and Miss Margaret Terrett kept everyone laughing with her excellent clowning. Mr. John Wilde was the club professional this year. doing hosting a dance on the preceding Thursday. Rev. Robert Brawn, of the church, said He's anxious to clear up any misconceptions before they are allowed to accumulate, pointing out that the event-is not sponsored by the church, but by another local group that rented the church facility. Turns out that he hadn't realized the event was to include, a dance until he read a poster announcing the festivities. Not that he opposes the organization or the event, he said, but wonders if it should be held at a Mrs. Melleuish, a member of the Honeydale Women's Institute was presented with an Institute cup and saucer by Mrs. W. Mark before leaving to make her home in England. - This year Honeydale Insti- tute celebrated its 25th anni- versary. At the W.A. meeting at Seagrave, Mrs. Jean - Nodwell reported $1065.00 front, new washrooms and a heated community room. Royal Canadian Legion Branch 419 donated new g. jackets to the members of the Pee Wee hockey team who have advanced into the Ontario Semi-finals against Huntsville. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Vernon, Senior, celebrated their 25th wedding annivers- ary, i may wonder what the Port Perry United Church is church on that particular day. Bill Smiley The Road To Travel Every year about this time, I turn a deep green, almost a turquoise shade, with pure, unadulterated envy. This is brought about by that fairly new occasion in school life known as "Winter Break." It is a week's holiday during March, in which the poor, ground-down . students, near a state of total exhaustion from not doing their homework, skipping school, and sleeping at their desks, have a chance to recharge their batteries for the terrible, gruelling term ahead, during which they will be worn to a frazzle from not doing their homework, skipping even more school because the weather-is better, and falling in love because it's spring. It's not that I have anything against winter break as such, or holidays in general. * Far from it. If T had my way, we'd also have a fall break and a spring break and school four days a week the rest of the time. My envy is churned up by the seemingly limitless opportunities the rotten kids have these days to see the world, something 1 have desired fiercely since I was about four, and have never heen able to fulfill. You should hear the young blighters, in the classrooms and the corridors. "Hi, Liz. Where y' goin' winnerbrake? We're go'na Greece." "Hey, great. We're there lasyear. Snot bad. Lotta statutesnstuff. We got inna the wine. Terry puked all overtha teach." "Hey, great. But wearya goin' this year. Yer nawgunna jis stay homen get mouldy, arya?" "Helno. I'm gonna Spain. Sounds great. Bullfighters and flamencos. Hey, whatsa flamenco? Trouble is, we got ole Droopy- Drawers anis wife for chaperones, and he allus wantsa goda museums an all that." "Yeah, tough. Oh well, he'll be dead by ten o'clock anya can sneak outa the hotel and hit the vino joints ana bullfighters anall." "Ya. Rideon. Hay, javnee trougle geddin bread for your trip?" "Na. Worked three weeks last summer ans saved twenny bucks, before they fired me. Tole the oleman iddus discrimination caws Ise bedder looking than the head waitress. He bleeved me. Then I tole im Ise gonna goda Manpower an geddanother job. He bleeved me. Tole Manpower I wannad a job as a go-go-girl. They didden hanvee. So he put up the other four hunnert. He allus wannnada travel himself, poor ole slob. He never even godda cross the border." "Ya. Minesa same. He's allus tokkin bout South See Islands anthat. Depression. Antha war. Drag. Putt him on 'a south sea island with a coconut in one" hand, a broad in the other, ana lagoon in front ofim, and he wooden know which to take a bite outa. Kinda sad. Hey, where's Timmynthem goin." "Oh, they're gonna Russia. Good deal. They goddan extra week offa school. Swurth the extra hundred bucks." Now, gentle reader, it's not as though our students actually talk like that. It's just that they sound as though they talk like that. And I guess you can see that the foregoing conversation reflects quite vividly my bitter envy of these young punks who take off for Moscow and London and Rome with about as much awe as we used to have if we were going to spend a Saturday night in the nearest big town. Aside from those who are flying to faraway, exotic places that you and I have only dreamed of, there are the others. Ask them what they're doing during winter break. Jim: "Oh, I'm jis gonna smash aroun in the snowmobile a liddel an maybe hit the pubs a few nights." The snowmobile cost Antha more than his father had saved in eight years for the first mortgage on his house. Jeff: "Well, a few of us are gonna % Colorago to ski. Snot bad. _ Just three Hunner-tanady bucks for a week." This is just twice what his father earned a month when Jeff was born. So. Mixed with my envy is a good solid streak of rage. Rage that I was born at the wrong time, in the wrong place, in the wrong economic climate. It took me 21 years, and a lot of hard, cheap labor, and the risking of my life many times, to get out of this country and see some of the great cities of the world, only to find them bleak and blacked-out. I've been busting my butt ever since, raising a family and paying off mortgages, too busy and too broke to travel. And yet...and yet...I feel almost sorry for these kids. It's all too easy. None of them can ever have the heart-thudding thrill 1 had when I first rolled into one of the great stations of London, England. And none of them can ever have the heart-thudding threill I had as I rolled out of one of the great Berlin stations, the bombs falling happily behind me. The Argyle Syndicate 14d. EL ING ILE 3 a SAA :