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SS Bos Editorial Comments Two better than one That this community is progressive and progressing -- is an understatement. One cannot help but get excited about not only the developing and expanding community here, but also by what this development says about the makeup of the community. Consider a township of some 10,000 people that talk not about pulling off one major fund-raising effort, but two of them, with a total cost soaring into the hundreds of thousands of dollars. While it takes the driving determination and perseverance of some special people to get this kind of thing on the road, it is one of the things that makes this kind of person valuable to the community, that he knows his community well enough to say, yes, it can be done here. It was with this kind of confidence in the community that township council was told two weeks ago that $200,000 can be raised locally toward a new arena, and that organizers will tell you with conviction that a remade town hall will become a local cultural centre of no second rate. Perhaps the main, outstanding thing about all this is the diversity of these two projects, and not simply their price tags. That we need a new arena is self evident. The need for a cultural centre and the Old Town Hall is perhaps just as real, but not as tangible an idea. It is hoped that a majority of people will see both projects not as adversaries going for the same dollar, but as two different but related community concerns. Most of all, we hope the two campaigns do not'integrate or become mingled in this kind of self-defeating attitude. : PeeWee Power Congratulations to the young men of the Port Perry Legion PeeWee hockey team, who for the second time in two weeks, 'brought home a championship trophy. The team did well at a Goderich tournament this past weekend, bringing home a divisional Consolation trophy that was won following hard-fought action against other teams, many of them representing much larger com- munities. Just a week before, the team won a grand championship berth in an Orillia tournament. The coaches, managers, parents, and many other people who work behind the scenes to help the boys in their efforts, should also be commended. Remember When..? 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 26, 1925. Mr. Jas. Ryan who was operating a sawing machine at the farm of Mr. William Tummond had his right hand injured badly. This little incident was stated as being positively true. Folks in Prince Albert coming home from church saw a remarkable sight, and when investigated by one citizen of few words and great courage, found a woodpecker perched on a stone, striking fire with his bill and holding his feet to the sparks to get warm. Mr. George Collins has bought the Heal property which has been lying ideal for a few years. After the necessary repairs he intends to make it his home. Mr. Art Prentice moved his barbering business to new premises in the Leonard Block, on Queen Street. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 23, 1950 Marion Forester, a Grade 9 student at Port Perry High School was awarded first prize in a essay contest sponsored by the United Church women's Association for Oshawa Presbytery. The essay entitled "What may happen to me if I take that first drink." . Repairs are being made to Nestleton Community Hall by Mr. Ivan Mairs. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are taking over the store in Prince Albert from the pre- sent owners, Mr. and "Mrs. Albert Harper. Mr. Grant and Sam Naples attended a trade convention in Montreal. Mrs. George Freeman left this week on the Queen Mary for a visit to England for a few weeks. Mr. Alan Fowler has been accepted in the Royal Canadian Navy and will leave this week for the east coast. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 24, 1960 Local dancers attending the Canadian Dance Teacher's Association in Toronto were Darlene Mc Donald, Lynda Dawe and Jean Bright. An early morning fire caused much damage to the premises formerly occupied by Howard Motors. The local fire brigade fought the fire for about three hours. Four new cars, 3 used car and a tow truck were stored in the building by Williams Motors. Mr. Ralph Honey, a first year student at Guelph won the award for the Reserve Grand Champion Showman. At the Port Perry High School '"'At Home', Miss Evelyn Moore was chosen Queen. The student council president was Ken Hallett and Wes Jackson and his orchestra supplied the dance music. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 25, 1965 This week Donna and Denna, twin daughters of Mr. and Mrs. John Ballard were presented with their last Brownie Badges bring- ing their total badges earned to 23 each. At the Community Memor- ial Hospital Annual Meeting, the board members stressed the need for more rooms and beds. Mr. Melvin Woodcock," treasurer of the Royal Canadian Legion Branch presented to Ken Irvine, captain of the Port Perry Pee -Wee Hockey Team a $200.00 cheque to purchase jackets for the team. Mrs. Robert Howsam, president of the Skating Club this year, told the Star that a good program is lined up this year for the carnival and local stars, Anna Forder and Richard Stephens, will be skating for the local fans. Fred Christie with his rink won the Bell -- Son's trophy in the Farmers Bonspiel held in Port Perry Curling Rink. Bill Smiley - To ski or not to ski This may seem an odd time of year for it, but I'm being torn between two old adages. That is better than being torn between two old harridans, but not much. At my age, of course, the chances of being torn between two young harridans is rather slight. As a matter of fact, there hasn't even been much of a line-up of old harridans lately, so 1 guess I'll have to settle for those two old adages. One of them goes thus: ""There's no fool like an old fool." As adages go, it fills the bill. Itis short, blunt, and, if you happen to be an old fool, brutal. I don't like that one much. The other one says: good tune played on an old fiddle." This is also short and to the point. It is usually delivered with a wink and a leer by some old fool of either sex, speaking of which, that is what is usually refers to. I like that one better than the first, though I am not given to leering or winking. Not for years. Anyway, to get to the heart of the matter, I've taken up cross-country skiing and those ancient adages ride with me, one on each ski. They are heavy, as well as old. When 1 state that I have taken up cross-country skiing, I must confess that it _is not a reciprocal deal. I have taken itup... only once, and it has taken me down more times than I care to contemplate. But that's beside the point. Cross-country "skiing is not for everybody, though you'd "winter trail. "There's many a never know it on a Sunday afternoon. No, it's really a sport for us romantics, the few of us left who are loners, who have a fierce, overshelming urge to pit our muscles and will against a fierce and alien Nature. Even before I strapped on the skis, I knew I would love it. Pictures rolled through my mind like a film, with me in the major role. Gliding, swift and silent, along a lonely Slipping through the stilly woods like a wraith. Stopping on a peak for a belt of brandy and a munch of bread and cheese, before plunging, eager-eyed, into the terrible, hurtling danger below. It's a tough world for us romantics. For some reason, the picture seldom lives up to the advance notices. I didn't exactly glide, not at first. I sort of shuffled, rather like an old man with a double case of gout. Nor was the trail really lonely. Not if you count dogs, little children, and old ladies who came up from behind shouting, "Track!" and went by me as though I were standing still. Which I was, a good deal of the time. Stopping on a peak for a bracing, solitary brandy is also a little difficult, when the only peak for miles around is about eight feet high, and is already populated by eleventy- seven of your friends, every last one of whom-loves-brandy;-but-doesn't-have any with him. Not to mention those woods. , It's hard to keep them stilly, when every time you get anywhere near a tree, everyone in sight shouts, "Timber-r-r-r!" I have taken up other sports, like golf and curling, and have learned that unless he is extremely vigilant, the beginner may develop some bad habits which are hard to shake. I was determined that this would not happen with skiing. On my very first time out, I thought I was developing a bad habit. My left ski seemed to want to veer to the left, and my right ski to the right. This seems logical enough, but it was not conducive to skimming along the trail, especially when the skis took turns falling off the boots. Quickly, T checked the harness. Sure enough, the chap from whom I'd bought the outfit had put it on cockeyed. My toes fitted into it, but my heels didn't touch the skis. They were dragging in the snow. Right there, I decided to Raise Cain with the installer. Fortunately, a friend came along. When he noticed that my skis seemed to want to go in opposite directions, he suggested that i had them on the wrong feet. This was patently ridiculous. A ski is a ski and a foot is a fool. But he persevered. Sure enough, the ski I'd had on my right foot was marked with a large L. for Left, and vice versa. Once that bad habit was resolved, I was. "SKimiming along Tike a bird. Dodo? I had a couple of other bad habits, but I solved them swiftly. One was jabbing my ski pole into my ski instead of into the snow. This tended to throw me off my stride, not to mention off my feet. I put a stop to this by wrappping the sharp tips of the poles in wads of foam rubber. They're not much good in snow, but it's a lot easier on the skis. Another was a habit of making the sign of the cross with my skis. This seemed to bring about a precipitation, or downfall. I solved this by cutting off my skis right in front of my boots. I hardly ever get them crossed any more. } Some people have trouble getting up hills. I don't. 1 use the Doppelganger method (hands and knees). Allin all, it's a fine, bracing sport, Here and now, in public print, I am ready to take on anybody over a 50-meter course. Anyone under four or over 80. There are only a couple of things I don't like about it. One is my wife. When I get to where she is, on. my last breath, she's had a five-minute rest, and takes off. Another thing, more embarrassing than otherwise, occurs when I get off the trail and hide behind a tree, trying to get the blood out of my eyes and my heart out of my ears. A couple of young punks sail by, and overhear, "Jeez, it used to be stilly in these woods, but nowadays there seem to be great, noisy gusts of wind." Little do they breath back. + I've come to a decision." Either I quit smoking or I quit skiing. Anybody interested in a pair of almost brand-new cross-country skis? know. it's only. old Smilier-trying-to-get his ~~