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"chotterbox ...c.. *® Another school picture, this time of a class from Port Perry Public School - 1924. This photo was brought in courtesy of Mrs. Eileen Raines. We at the Star are now beginning to run low on 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, September 26, 1918 Mr. Wm. Hamilton has been appointed police magistrate for Uxbridge. _ Miss Morton, the Evanglist, spoke Sunday mor- ning 'to a highly appreciative congregation at Man- chester, : Mr. E.C. Burton has sold the Ascot Hern property on Mary Street to Mrs. Robert Balfour, Prince Albert. MA old photos to reprint in this column. If you have a picture you think would be of inferest, please bring it in - we would be pleased to publish it. Raglan's coal dealer, Mr. Jas. Hortop has just returned from a trip to Buffalo 'where he has been in quest of coal. He advises his customers that he expects consignments to arrive almost immediately. A four piece place setting for 6 plus a butter knife and sugar shell of Roger's 1881 Silver (Revere Pat- tern) in a Mohagany Chest is for sale at I.R. Bentley Jewellers for $15.50. (Turn to page 6) » A few weeks ago I finally got around to a family excursion that we had been wanting to take all summer. That is a trip to the new Metro Zoo, the haven for all kinds of exotic animals from the four corners of the earth that is located on a tract of land in northeast Toronto which seems almost as large as some of the countries from which these animals came. It was a beautiful day, clear skies, bright sun, and quite frankly, I was rather looking forward to the visit. My wife and I even planned carefully for the afternoon - a carriage for the four-month old baby, of course, and a stroller for the three-year old, just in case he got tired. We packed lots of formula and Pampers for the youngest, and cookies and apple juice for ourselves. I 'might have had a bit of a forewarning that the afternoon was not going to be quite as we planned when we finally got close to the zoo and a grim-faced security guard said the main parking lot was filled. We would have to use a lot further down the road. That was fine. We drove on and finally found the lot, ~_ ® highonahill. Away off inthe distance we could see the buildings and grounds of the zoo, and we could also see long lines of people making their way in that direction. We set off, following the crowds, pushing both kids in the strollers. Isoon began to notice that the people who were making their way .back to their cars didn't look at all happy. They weren't smiling. They weren't laughing and talking about the silly antics of the monkeys. They weren't trying to explain to their kids how the zebras get their stripes. In fact, the people weren't saying anything. They looked grim, tight lipped, hot tired; dragging their kids along by the arms, or in some cases carrying in their arms little tykes who appeared absolutely exhausted. As these stragglers passed us on the sidewalk, I took a quick glance at my wife and could tell from the expression on her face that she too was getting the message: namely that our family outing to the zoo was going to be just a little more than we bargained on, especially with two young children. Finally, after a good 20-minute walk from the car, the entrance to the zoo came in sight and my spirits picked up. We paid our admission but before finding the animals thought it best if we first found a place to change the baby. That was fine, there was a public washroom at the zoo entrance. Since it was a very hot day I took the opportunity to buy a hat for the three-year old, and didn't even bat an eye at the $4.50 price tag for a child's hat with "Metro Zoo" imprinted on the front. Those two formalities out of the way, we set off on one of the paths (the African Safari trail, I think) and I heénestly expected to come upon a large fenced-in area with lions, tigers, elephants, zebras and gazelles and all those other animals of the Savannah which are so familiar to regular readers of National Geographic. Not so. After another ten-minute walk, we finally came upon a large crowd of people. But they were not looking at animals. They were sitting on the grass or around picnic tables, and they were eating. Suddenly, right where I expected to see the King of the Jungle in his natural habitat (or as close to it as possible) was, of all things, a McDonald's restaurant. Well, I was a little disappointed. I know that McDonalds is a great place to take the kids, that billions and billions of Big Macs have been served around the world, and that the company won't open a restaurant unless there are two schools and a playground within easy walking distance. But I really didn't think I'd find Ronald McDonald in the Metro Zoo. My wife and I looked at each other for a moment and thought "what the heck". We had been walking for almost half an hour, the three-year old was thirsty and hungry, and quite honestly the odour of Big Macs and fries was even starting to appeal to me. So, we sat down and had a lunch of North America's most popular food. It was good, that I'll admit. But I was starting to feel a little uneasy about the fact that we had left the car more than an hour ago, paid our way into the zoo, and so far hadn't seen so much as a chipmunk, never mind the lions and tigers. I can watch people stuff their faces with Big Macs any time. However, with lunch out of the way, we pushed on, and finally after more than an hour of walking and a couple of Big Macs, we saw our first zoo animals - the polar bears, sleeping soundly in their concrete home. As the afternoon wore on, a rather interesting pattern began to develop. We'd walk and walk and see a couple of animals (usually sleeping) and then come upon a restaurant or confectionery stand where we'd sink to the grass and joyfully take a soft drink or ice cream cone. After several hours, I think we got around to seeing just about everything, but I'm telling you, it was no mean feat. When they say the Metro Zoo is big, they mean it. I felt like I'd been through a real African Safari, on foot. The baby in his carriage slept through the whole thing, and even the three-year old kept. dozing off and wasn't very much interested in the animals that we did see. PORT PERRY STAR -- Wed., September 27, 1978 -- 5 letters Wasteful free-spending Dear Sir: : The drop in the Canadian dollar to the lowest level in 45 years leaves no doubt about the -inept handling of the economy by the Trudeau government. While the money speculators have a hay-day selling short the Canadian dollar its value in Germany and Japan is just 56 cents. Wall Street has layed the blame on the fact they have little faith in Gttawa's handling of the economy. Chretien's bumb- ling remarks last March set off the decline when he stated that the government would NOT support the dollar -- now its costing us millions a week and its still going down. Inflation - the nation's number one pro- - blem worsens daily, while Ottawa fiddles. Ottawa's spending cuts are an illusion and only increase unemployment. Canada's largest newspaper the Toronto Star in a leading editiorial (normally a Liber- al supporter) says quote "The Federal government's New Economic policy now stands exposed as substan- tailly a FRAUD." It adds "there are to be no billion- dollar cuts in real spending'. Meanwhile imported food from the U.S. continues to climb, as do other goods from Japan and Germany due to our 56 cent dollar in relation to their currency. Instead of raising bank interest rates in a grand- stand play Trudeau who seems to have taken over as finance minister could easily have cut the $1BILLION, 500 MILLION French language spending - the most painless of all cuts, one that aids national unity - not divides us. . Meanwhile senseless strikes continue to do irre- parable damage to the economy. Even former Ontario NDP Leader Ste- phen Lewis called the Inco strike "madness". Is it any wonder that suicide is the top killer for ages 15 to 44. What future have the young jobless in our country have to look forward to? That despair with Ot- tawa was clearly reflected in Nova Scotia's devastating reversal of power in recent elections. Canadians can no longer afford the inept, free-spend- -ing and wasteful Trudeau government. Dean J. Kelly, President Association of Dedicated Canadians Port Perry, Ontario Heading out through the main gate and faced with the devastating trek back to the parking lot, I knew why the people we had seen earlier looked so hagard - and grim. They were suffering from sheer exhaustion. Driving home with both kids now very much awake and just a little bit cranky, I came to a conclusion about the Metro Zoo which I'm sure more than one parent has reached after making the same trip. . The Zoo wasn't designed for the animals. All that open space and the seemingly endless miles of foot-paths was really put together by a sadistic SOB from Participaction - you know the group that is bound and determined that all 30-year old Canadians should be in better physical condition that that 60-year old Swede. A trip to the Zoo is really designed to test our physical stamina and whip people into shape. If you happen to see a couple of animals along the way, that's a bonus, a little reward for the blisters, the aching leg muscles, the screaming kids and the cranky parents. Actually, an afternoon at the Zoo is really an enjoyable experience, if you happen to be in training for the Olympic Marathon. My advice to parents contemplating an outing to the zoo is this: take a week off and get lots of rest, take another week and jog three miles a day to limber up the leg muscles, and finally, wait until the kids are old enough to push you around in the strollers. -- port perry star Company Limited Phone 985-7383 Gon : (oun "1. -, Serving the Township of Scugog J.PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager J.B. McCLELLAND Editor cription Rate: In Canada $8.00 per year Subs Elsgwhere £10.00 ver year. ~ CALL? AB £, KA . ): > v7, \' "fag ass on Single copy 20c rind - = Ss o lh TE ., AN i et WAT, CR a Con RR ag ay - Se ~ -- on CER A My es a