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a [| i ou i a ¢ & ° $ > QL» » XN '. A] ' a LE | LY + a ' > ' » ¥ Q [} | - - a. | Itt / AR AF : PR I a 1900. 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, Nov. 29, 1917 Here are just a few examples of what your Christmas gifts may have cost you'50 years ago: men's shirts - $1.00 to ~a$1.50; Ladies fine kid gloves - $1.00 to $2.25; or how about a 1917 Ford Runabout for $475. Even with these prices would you give up what you | 'have now to go back and live 60 years ago- 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, Dec. 3, 1942 Corporal Mable Buttle received promotion to the rank of Sergeant on Mon- day, Nov. 23rd, 1942 at St. Anne de Bellevue. Sergeant Buttle is the daughter of Mrs. M. Stones. Christmas trees and decorations will be per- "Ashton, - Remember When..? Interior view of Adams Insurance office circa This office is now occupied by Pentland mitted within the home during the period of Dec. 24, 1942 to January 1, 1943. This is due to a change in clause 2(c) which the Power Control- ler has approved. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, Dec. 4, 1952 Reg. Moorhead was re- elected president of the Canadian Legion Branch 419, for his third Lon- secutive year. Vice President is John Chris- tie and Secretary-treas- urer will be Frank Godley. Only 43 percent of the 1.735 eligible voters turn- ed out to elect Ivan Cochrane as Depty- Reeve for Cartwright. Councillors for the com- ing year are to be Bruce Allan Suggitt and Howard Forder. Jewellers, Queen Street, Port Perry. Photo courtesy Scugog Shores Museum. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, Dec. 5, 1957 Nearly 100 people took advantage of the gener- ous offer of Howard 'Motors arranged in tak- ing two buses to.see the General Motors motor- ama of 1958 in Oshawa. Mr. Roy H. Cornish was honoured at the "Public School Auditor- jum on Nov. 27th on the occasion of 25 years of service to the school... He first came to Port Perry in September 1931 and became principal a year later. 10 YEARS AGO ursday, Nov. 30, 1967 Judy Cochrane, now a student of York Univer- sity, was chosen Vale- dictorian at the Com- mencement exercises of Cartwright High School on Saturday, November 26, 1967. Miss Margaret Vernon, - daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Claire Vernon, Prospect, recently graduated from PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, Nov. 30, 1977 -- 5 Reader's Viewpoint Disappointed in behaviour Dear Sir: On November 22 my son was out doing his paper collections and at the same time found a key and leather 'key tag. It read Town Hall 1873. It also had a name on it. He then walked .to his home across from the golf course. He then walked all the way back to Town Hall after phoning to return the key. A lady that was playing the piano walked over and took the key. When he asked if there was a small reward she snapped and said "no 1 shouldn't think so." This 1s certainly no way to promote honesty in the younger gen- eration. Talk about generat- ion gap. It really makes you wonder This key could have been found by someone else and maybe the Town Hall could have been broken into. | understand there are valu- ables in there. Worse yet, it could have been ransacked. (continued on page 10) Would abolish Grade 13 Dear Editor: I note that there is conti- nued doubt and discussion about the value of Grade 13 in the Ontario Board of Education system. For years now I've been pressing for its abolition. It's existence is illogical. We have new math, high math, low math. What about some - of the old math - Logic. If all the other provinces, the U.S., Aye (The World) can graduate students in 12 years, why not Ontario? "Grade 13 is a bore" one student told me. We have no time for boredom in Ontario. It should be very, very inter- esting to bright people. I've noticed it is the Grass "Roots districts that always really elect good Govern- ment, and it may well be that Rural Ontario will be the only people who have the guts to say "It's over 13 and others will follow and pro- gress logically. Mrs. Marion Ford, 690 Cosburn Avenue, Toronto, Ontario. (Port PERRY STAR ) Shaw Business College and was chosen to give the Valedictorian Address. Two Port Pefry boys, Scott Nelson, son of Mr. and Mrs. G. Nelson and Teddy Willis, son of Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Willis, Oshawa Times Carriers, travelled by bus- from Oshawa to Toronto Air- port on Saturday where they were taken on a Vanguard flight over Toronto and Hamilton. The boys qualified for this trip by selling 4 new subscriptions to the Company Limited 3) Phone 985 7333 Sa, (1am): (GC CNA ne ". wh Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J: PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Adverlising Manager JOHN B. McCLELLAND EDITOR Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Assoc and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Associaton Published every Wednesday by the Por) Perry Star Co Ltd. Por! Perry, Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Deparment, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 07265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $8.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ Oshawa Times LA Bill Smiley God's a reader Well, it's nice to know that God reads my column. A few weeks ago, a bit daunted after 80 days and nights of rain, I wrote Him a direct and rather petulant letter suggest- ing that He turn off the taps, that we'd got the message. i Boy, He doesn't fool around. If I'd sent the letter by mail, He would not have received it until next spring, when we'll probably need some rain. That's why I put it in a column,' which he ghyiously perused during a celes- __tial coffee break. Within 24 hours, He had turned off the showers, brought out the sun, which I thought He'd mislaid permanently, and favored his favorite critters with a couple of weeks of the best weather we've had since July. Well, Lord, it's been great and we're grateful. But there's only one flaw in the ointment, as we say in literary circles. The weather's been so glorious it has sparked a round of activities at our place that has me - staggering with fatigue and reeling with confusion. As long as the rains poured down, we just sort of huddled around the boob tube and I had a perfect excuse for not getting the last of the grass cut, the leaves raked, the storm windows on, and various other chores too boring and miscellaneous to mention. But the minute that sun came filtering into our soggy lives, the Old Battleaxe whetted her edge and started whittling at me. Spent a sunny Sunday driving to the city and back (could have been -golfing) "to deliver a couple of outfits our resident dressmaker had made for her daughter, the student teacher, which the latter had forgotten to take last time she was here. The dummy. - We found the student teacher in an advanced state of controlled hysteria, fingernails bitten to the first knuckle, eyes ticing wildly. She was to start teaching next day. My wife was convinced, not without reason, that Kim would go to her first teaching assingment wearing jeans, a T- . shirt and sneakers, about all the clothes she's got. I hope she had better luck than one of the student teachers in our school this week. Poor guy tried to break up a fight in the cafeteria between a couple of . massive Grade Twelvers, and was kicked in the head. Anyway, that blew the first nice day. But it was only the beginning. Our front door wouldn't open, our back door wouldn't close, and if you were in the bathroom and pulled the knob to open the door, it would come off and you might be there forever. Then the pole at one end of the clothesline was bowing toward the garage at a 45 degree angle. And the squirrels had chewed a hole and were. enjoying daily coffee klatches at 6:30 a.m. Lawn was knee-deep in you know what. Bricks were falling out of the back of the house, four shutters were missing, as were 10 shingles where the guys took off the ice last year. After a couple of days of "Bill, when are you going to....Bill, what about the....:: "Bil, why don't you call..." I was forced into action. I told the old lady to call our neighbor, a contractor. I personnally contacted by Grade 9 leaf-raker. Iran into Mike at the liquor store and mentioned the storm windows. Well, sir, things began to happen around here. Our front door opens and the back one closes. You can go into the bathroom and know you won't be there for days. The clothesline pole no longer looks like a post-coital phallic symbol. The storm windows are on. The lawn is raked. Even the squirrels are frustrated by a piece of tin over their hole. You might think I'd feel pretty good. But right in the middle of all this executive organization of mine, my wife got us into one of those log jams we have about once a year. She decided to get the living room rug cleaned. Quite simple, really. It's just-a little old Indian rug, 12 by 18, that can be rolled up and carried anywhere by six men and a camel. She arranged for it to'be picked up. Then she decided to have the hardwood floor done while the rug was away. She lined up a floor man. she decided the under-rug was ready for the dump, which it was. She called the under-rug man. oi Then she learned that the floor finisher had to have all the furniture out of the living room, to operate his sander. This required a couple of moving men, as I have a sore back. We decided to take the chesterfield and the dining room table out through the French doors and leave them either in the back yard or the garage, covered with plastic. This was vetoed by cooler heads, of which there were very few left, by this time. Oh we had a busy busy Hallowe'en, I can tell you. The sanding machine was roaring like a bull moose in the living room. You had to vault over the chesterfield to answer the trick-or-treaters. And the latter set fire to a vast pile of dry leaves out at the curb, with a nice breeze blowing, and the neigh- bours phoned the fire department, reluctant, to see my garage and two vintage used cars go up in a pa-boom! } We've weathered the storm. Through sheer executive genius, I got all the right people in the right places at the right time, 1 . haven't lifted so much as an ash tray, and after having a tooth extracted, found that I couldn't eat for a few hours, but could manage a little straight rye sucked through a straw. But next time., Lord, please don't be so literal-minded. Those Indian summers get my wife so excited she'll be the death of me. And 1 still have to pay off Jim and his carpenters, Mike and his helper, the rug cleaners, the floor sanders, the under-rug people, and the leaf raker. if someone said ~to me "Get thee to a nunnery," I'd probably take him up%n it. And find that the nuns were having the whole convent redecorated. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd.