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» \ rd ARTA wii ale ING PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, Feb. 18, 1976 -- 31 By Reta M. Berrill ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS On a drizzly morning in early springtime some- where beyond his street-car stop there'd been an accident, resulting in a re-routing of fraffic and "general chaos. But Anthony Andrew Myers, Tony for short, was to think of this for many months as, purely, the Hand of Fate. : : T A helpful motorist had given him a lift to another intersection where he boarded another car knowing it would take him to within a short walking-distance of ; his downtown office. And there in that car, he'd first - set eyes on the adorable creature and believed he'd fallen in love. : : After that first glimpse he'd deliberately changed his mode of travel; transferring from car to car every hopeful of catching the right one, until it settled down to a pattern and he rarely missed. She was of average height, not strikingly beautiful, but pretty. Fair, green-eyed (he thought) and had hair of a coppery-tone that he imagined would gleam in the sunlight. And to himself he used the word, dainty, which aptly described her. As, from her tiny high-heeled shoes to a perky little hat...always set at the right angle atop a professional hair-do; she was in man's language, well turned out, in consistently good taste. So the days rode into weeks and the weeks slipped away, while his game became more and more thought-consuming. He tried to guess what her name might be, knowing that it couldn't be a common-place moniker such as Catherine, Barbara or Joyce. He knew girls with these names and in no way could they apply to her. but after some considerable thought he'd decided that 'Angela' would be very fitting, and Angela she became. Meanwhile, had his job as a Junior Junior in the law firm of Johnson & Jones been a little more secure he'd -- OfFacts And Fantasy -- have considered taking a day off and following her, to find out where she lived, where she worked and places where she went...ever alert to finding some way of meeting her properly. Because, through the weeks of street-car riding; a car always crowded with work- bound people, sitting, standing and strap-hanging, he'd never been close enough to even exchange a smile. Yet, often he'd ask himself "And if I succeed, what then?" . This wasn't a girl he could expect to entertain in the way he'd become accustomed to. A walk in the park, a free concert, a picnic in the country. Or, in wintertime, . boarding a street-car at the northerly terminal and riding to Front Street, the other end of the line; walking a block or so, then boarding another and ride back. This could be done for four tickets, just 25 cents; while providing shelter, comparative pri- ~vacy and warmth for about 3 hours. y But he could never be cheap with Angela, nor could he explain why it was necessary. The struggle to keep a family functioning after Dad had lost his job. With young brothers still in school and Mother keeping * boarders. But these men were fearful of losing their jobs too. Then what? "How deep was this depression? How long would it » take to climb out of it even if you hadn't touched rock-bottom? These and like questions came often now, but he couldn't find the answers. And Angela was always just a thought away as never before in his 24 years had he been so smitten. And then, as sometimes happens when least expected...the problem was solved. He had only to raise his eyes, and there she was. Having worked overtime on a Saturday he was home-bound in the late afternoon and deeply adsorbed in' the evening paper. And although with usual rhythm, passengers were being dismissed and admit- ted he hadn't looked up until a couple of chattering girls laden with parcels moved into the seat directly in TN front of him. One...was Her. When his heart had calmed to an almost-normal beat he wasn't with intent, listening; but he was hearing, as a voice much too loud for a confidence was asking excitedly, "Now, what is it you want to tell me?" "Well, Dotty; I tole yuh my ole man lost his job last week, an' aftern more'n twenty years. So here comes trouble fer me. They say I must pay for my board now, to help out. But geezze, I can't do that. It takes all I git to buy my duds. She knows that but she says "You'll have to. Anyways, till Suzie "that's my kid sister" gits outa school." : "but I tole my ole lady straight. There's gonna be no packin' lunch pails for some fact'ry bum, an' lookin' for closthes in bargin basements for Maisie." And indicating who Maisie was with a well-manicured thumb, she continued. "No sir, not this un. I'm gonna git me a guy with class. A lawyer, or doctor maybe. And to catch this kinda guy I gotta have the right clothes." There was a thoughtful pause before sh added flippantly, "But I'm not worried, T'll find me somewheres else to live. There's ways. An' my boss likes me...he'll help. If yuh know what I mean." Then came a burst of raucous laughter, as Anthony Andrew Myers, Tony for short, realized that the street-car was slowing for the next stop, and quickly decided the next shop would be his. How long he'd stood supported by the corner lamp-post he didn't know, but the hand of a kindly policeman was on his shoulder now and a voice was saying, "Are you all right, son? You've been standing there a long time and you really look ill. Can I help?" After what also seemed like a long time, he heard another voice, his own, from some far-off place saying "Thank you, sir. I was feeling a bit off-colour, but some fresh air is all I need. Thank you, sir. Just some clean fresh air." " Scugog Island news and views By Mrs. Earl Reader The Women's Institute will meet tonight at the Island Hall. At the time of printing, the program was still undecided. However, the ladies will certainly come up with something good. Everyone is welcome to attend. All those who attended the Saturday Valentine lunch- eon at the Island Hall were quite happy with the great variety of food. We were pleased to see so. many gentlemen able to enjoy the meal with their families. Of course, we were also blessed with perfect weather. It was the nicest Valentine's Day we can remember. Mrs. Stewart Sweetman has been taken to the MAR-LAINE HAND CRAFT BOUTIQUE 160 Queen Street - Port Perry, Ont. 985-8011 Weaving yarns and classes MACRAME SUPPLIES and BEADS Crochet classes starting February 26, 3 lessons for $5.00 ' Yarns, Needlecraft & Knits for all your moving needs WE RENT - e TRUCKS 1% ton - 2 ton - ® DOLLIES o BLANKETS I rnuci RENTAL Call 985-7356 ® APPLIANCE CARTS Port Perry Rent-All 159 CASIMIR ST. - PORT PERRY Oshawa Hospital for more tests to make some effort to relieve her continual suffer- ing. She has had a long period of it since last July when she had back surgery. We were so happy to see Mr. and Mrs. Morven Hughes being able to get out on Saturday. Mrs. John Sweetman on Sunday was again able to fill her usual place at Church. On Sunday, Rev. Pogue based his story to the child- ren on the lowly ruler and pens. The illustrations was developed to prove that we need the assistance of such equipment to carry on with work or pleasure in our Manchester News By Mrs. Ruby Fielding Church Sunday, February 22 at 11';15 a.m. Rev. B. R. Pogue in charge. Friends of Mrs. M. Crosier are pleased to hear she is much improved in health at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Helen Taylor at Stouff- ville. Mr. Earl Carlisle of Carrol Manitoba, a recent guest at the Holtbyholme Farms, visited the Holtby families near by and Mr. and Mrs. Harold Holtby at Nobleton. Sunday guests with Mr. and Mrs. L. B. Roberts were Mrs. M. Battae and Dorothy of Waterloo, Miss Kitty O'Reilly and Mr. Patrick O'Reilly of Ireland. Ladies, Keep March 19 in mind. The U.C.W. have planned a Social evening and Pot Luck supper. Mr. and Mrs. B. D. Hitchens dinner guests with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Mitchell, Saturday. Mrs. Art Anness and family of Little Britain spent Friday with Mr. and Mrs. Art Fielding. lives. So, also, we use the Bible and Church buildings to help us in our living. For the adults, Mr. Pogue continued his series of studies in the Social Gospel which began in the 19th century. The affluence after the Second World War made us feel, we didn't need the" Social. Gospel, or sharing. But we seem to be reaching a period when we see that we must again feel responsible for the welfare of others. ~ The Magnificent Seven The Look of the Future o ENGINE: In line 4 cylinder inclined left 45 degrees. Overhead valves in line with overhead cam shaft. o DISPLACEMENT: 122 cu. in. - 1998 cc. o STEERING: rack and pinion steering geer. o SUSPENSION: front indepent McPherson strut o BRAKES: with coil springs. power assisted. ® INSTRUMENT PANEL: speedometer, clock, tachometer, water temperature anb fuel guages. eo OPTION AND ACCESSORIES: Air conditioning, am radio, BRITISH LEYLAND am/fm or am/fm stereo radio.