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Port Perry Star, 3 Aug 1977, p. 5

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OYECIN pel ine BWANA ww DITO Y i BELL ITES #77 < ps I FN Hh) sear; Ae f Parris LNT An interior view o cL 60 YEARS AGO Wed. August 2, 1917 A successful barn rais- ing took place on the gant. farm of Mr. Frank Brown REA Eh , 4 h Hardware store, Yvonn Port Perry, early 1900s. Luke's Country Store and Flying Officer Joel Aldred has 'been pro- moted to Flight Lieuten- Mr. and Mrs. Stewart Remember - When..? LP TRS AR 20 YEARS AGO Congratulations go to David Jefford who has bested all competitors in the Big Cedar Associ- 2 : i [8 es now occupy the building that the Parrish store used to operate from. Photo courtesy Scugog Shores Museum the community. Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Reynolds, Seagrave, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Almer Wallace, PORT PERRY STAR -- Thursday, August 4, 1977 -- § Flying School's annual reunion Dear Sir: . There may. be readers of your newspaper who would be interested in knowing of the forthcoming 32nd annual reunion of number 6 Service Flying Training School, Dunnville; and I would appreciate it if you would provide a news item through your public service facilities. Details of this get-together are as follows: For the past 31 years, Royal Canadian Air Force Personnel who were station- ed at number 6 SFTS during the war have gathered in Dunnville to celebrate their station reunion. This year marks their 32nd get- together, which will take Miami place September 23, 24, 25. The event begins with a reception Friday night, a golf tournament Saturday morning, parade to a memorial service and fly- past of wartime Harvard Aircraft in the afternoon, a banquet Saturday night. The weekend closes Sunday morning with a breakfast cookout. All veterans of Number 6, and their spous- es, are invited. If not now on their mailing list, contact Frank Scholfield, Box 187, Dunnville, Ontario. NIA 2X5 or call him at the municipal offices. Sincerely yours, Frank Scholfield Beach ads unfair to Ontario? John Eakins, M.P.P. (Vic- toria-Haliburton) sent the following open letter July 22 to The Honourable Claude Bennett, Minister of Indus- try and Tourism: The Hon. Claude Bennett, Min. of Industry & Tourism, Queen's Park, Toronto, Ontario. Dear Claude: I would like to take this opportunity to inform you of an article that appeared in the Toronto Daily Star on Saturday, July 16, 1977. It was an advertisement spon- sored by the Miami Beach Tourist Development Authority, in which the pleasures of a Miami Beach holiday were, to say the least, unfairly compared with a holiday in northern Ontario. (continued on page 6) (ro T PERRY STAR of Myrtle Station. Prom- inent-men who were pre- sent were Dr. J. Moore, Brooklin, and Mr. Chas. Calder, M.P.P. Sidewalks in town are being laid rapidly. Con- tractor Waddell and his men are putting them down at the rate of 100 square feet per man per day. 35 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 6, 1942 Mr. Arthur Brock has purchased the J. F. Mc- Clintock property on Lilla _ Street. The. structure was framed by - Mr: Jos.-Smith of 'Utica. MacFarlan have receiv- ed word that their son Reed MacFarlan has arrived safely in Eng- land. 25 YEARS AGO "Thurs. July 31, 1952 A $50,000 fire at Nestle: ton on the farm of Laverne Suggitt, levelled a huge L-shaped barn and destroyed its con- tents. ' After eliminating the Lawn Bowling teams in the district, Art Cox, Joe Allin, John Murray and Fred DeNure will go to Cornwall to compete with other districts in that ation Field Day at Lake Simcoe on Civic Holiday. He won the Junior Championship Silver Cup Ontario County Dairy _ Princess, Audrey. Stiver, 22, of Uxbridge, will com- pete against princesses from other counties in the Province of Ontario' (counties) at the Cana- dian National Exhibition. 10 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 3, 1967 Rev. and Mrs. Wm. Black have recently moved into the Presby- terian Church Manse on North Street. The STAR .area. welcome this couple into Port Perry, have return- ed from their trip to Van- : couver and other western points. Ed. (Sam) Oyler, Reeve of Reach Town- ship, presented the keys of a new Reach Township truck to road superinten- - dent T. (Buster) Stevens. The truck will be used for general work on the Township's 150 miles of road. Mrs. Rupert Brendon and daughter Sophia of London, England, have been visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Brock, Port Perry, for Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Departmen!, OMtawa, and for payment of postage Subscription Rate: In Canada $90.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ ompany Limited aw, *, ', Phone 985 733) Sa A GS 3 (ou) Van): Cra Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Advertising Manager JOHN B. McCLELLAND EDITOR Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Por! Perry Star Co Ld, Porl Perry, Ontario in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0245 the past few weeks. '| Bill Smiley The Ball Game i Drove about 200 miles the other night with a couple of other idiots to watch a ¥ big-league double-header baseball game: New York Yankees vs Toronto Blue Jays. "How can you just sit there for six hours, watching a group of grown men do something we used to do in public school, at recess?" my wife asks, with amusement and not a little scorn. ¥- Well, it's a little difficult to explain, without sounding childish. In the first place, these are not grown men. They are professional ball players. Secondly, they don't do it quite the way we did it at recess. Thirdly, baseball, once you get it in your blood, is like a low: fever, 4 and the only anti-biotic that cools it out is watching a ball game. ; Baseball players, like hockey players, are not grown men. They are overgrown boys, who are highly paid for doing some- thing they'd rather do than eat. And they do it superbly, with a skill and grace and ease that make the game as ¥ thrilling as any ballet, There's an extra charge in the knowledge that one of the dancers is going to make a misstep at any time and come up with egg on his face, instead of the baseball, Finally, I played baseball in a baseball + town, from the time I was about eight until .~» 1.was 16 or so, often for hours a day. My 'heroes, in those days, were the members of our local professional team, even though it was Class D ball. They were tall and bronzed and lean, college boys and coal miners from the States, many of them with unpronounceable names that sounded exotic in that small Anglo-Irish-Scottish community. They weren't great ballplayers; few of them went up to the major leagues; but they were pretty good. To us kids, they were Hercules and Achilles rolled into one. To the girls in town, they were Adonis. They chewed tobacco, and we imitated them with licorice. They spoke with a variety of Yankee drawls and we tried to + copy - them, much to the dismay of our mothers. They ambled and slouched, and we did the same, We couldn't afford the admittance price in those Depression days, but we never missed a game. There were ways: over the fence; through a hole in the fence; carrying in players' equipment; tending the water bucket; shagging pop or beer bottles and turning them in for the refund. It was always summer, in those sum- mers long ago. It never rained, or blew or turned cold. The sun always shone, the pop was always ice cold, the popcorn was crisp with real butter, the hot dogs were red hot. There was no night baseball then. We didn't have lights. But about five o'clock on a summer 'evening, the merchants began rolling up their awnings, kids were gulping down their early suppers, and everybody headed for the ball park. Everbody knew practically everybody on every team in the league. Everybody knew that the umpire, Pete O'Brien, was blind as a bat. Everybody knew that Izzie Mysel, all six-two and 280 pounds of him, would go for the fences every time, and proabably strike out four times in a row. - There was no fancy electronic 'score- board, but everybody knew exactly how many balls and strikes there were on the batter, how many strikeouts the pitcher a made, and how many hits each player It wasn't so difficult then, Usually, nine men played the entire game. Pinch-hitters were a rarety, because, naturally, all your best hitters were already playing. When you had, and could only afford, a rotating pitching staff of two, the pitcher was seldom pulled. . There was no artificial turf, with its exact bounce. There were pebbles and tufts of grass that would give a ball a bad hop and put if over the fielder's head, or through his legs, and make a single into a triple. And - this is one of the grand things about baseball - there was always a chance, even when it was 15-3, for u hometeam. rally in the last of the ninth, with all its wild excitement. - That's where baseball has it over other spectator sports. If the score in hockey is 8-2 with 2 minutes to go, it's game over. Not even the Lord could score that many in that time. Same in football. Score 30-10 and a minute and a half left, there is no way. But in baseball, the game is never over until the last player is retired. A real baseball fan never gives up. In those days, you didn't see the fans filing out early if their team was away behind. We sat tight, waiting for the miracle. Greatest humiliation of my life was taking a called strike with the count three and two and the winning runs on second and third, two out, last of the ninth. And I still swear that ball was low. And maybe those are the reasons I went to that double-header. Never mind the four hours driving. Never mind the horrible traffic. Never mind the rip-off prices and the claustrophobic feeling of being in a mob of 40,000 trying to get out of a stadium, . The game still has some of its old magic, on a mid-summer's eve. The players still boot that crucial ball. The coaches still make all the wrong decisions. The umpires still have myopia. And the music 70f the crowd and the smells of the food and the sight of that little white pill sailing off into the blue, headed for the fence, make for a great evening of nostalgia. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd. ---- i pr Bt va ls ad HD CAAA et Vi a =

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