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---- ' wr S820 * ' Ai» veins SAS SRE) ' * or bg OS RPT BH TE $28 SSAA SSA MIR RIF YL de SO SS . «oy Sn b. stivissusadonndin . ' aA" 4 1 d . at) ATE VITh Sth a. ans eh dark mii na bist snis Hockey Anyone? This is a photo of the winners of Group 4, O.H.A. 1924, a team from Port Perry which consisted of [back left] W.J. Anderson [coach], Ernest Gerrow, Hugh Lucas [mgr.],. Joseph Beck, Harry Woodcock [trainer] and Ted Jackson. Centre left, James Boe, Guy Raines, Ramen 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 12, 1918 Arrangements have been made to keep our citizens posted as to the time of arrival of returning soldiers so far as possible, in this way: Bills will be placed in the windows of the Post Office and the Star Office, bearing the words - "Returning Soldiers expected on Morning (or Evening) Train" as may be. Citizens are requested ~ : Se) H.S. White [president], Norman DeShane and Keith McMillan. Front left, Arthur Brock and Leighton MacGregor. This picture and a number of other photos of local hockey teams has been loaned to the Star courtesy of Bessie Ferris of Port Perry. to meet the train and welcome the soldiers home. Per- sons who know definitely>ef returning soldiers will please leave word at the Star Office. It is not too early to order your Christmas tomatoes. We cannot guarantee to fill orders after | December 20th. Wm. Ettey, Prince Albert. _ ] Old Stock French Kid Gloves - $1.00 a pair. (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Wed., December 13, 1978 -- 5 letters Our hospital Dear Sir: As a recent patient of Port Perry Community Memorial Hospital, I feel that an article should be written about the hospital through the eyes of a patient, - or maybe patients and patience would be more appropriate title. Ne-one minds visiting a patient in the hospital but sometimes it is necessary to our health to be on the other end. And let's face it, when we are really sick, injured, or in need of an operation, the hospital is the place to be. I was really pleased with the care I received. The doctors are great. In my case, the doctor explained to me what had to be done and why, and told me what precautions had to be taken to help things along. After a few days when I was free to walk around, I visited different rooms and talked to patients and asked questions and this is the reason I am writing this letter. The nurses were terrific and their patience was remarkable. You know, some of us oldsters - and there " were quite a few of us in the hospital at that time - can be pretty miserable, especially when someone wakes us out of a sound sleep for a blood test or urine sample, etc. But they humoured us along and had us laughing and joking in no time. This attitude not only applied to the nurses but to the volunteer workers and candy stripers. An example of this was, one night a volunteer workers, a candy striper I think, served our tea and coffee in a cup and saucer instead of the usual styrofoam cup. A small thing perhaps, but a nice personal touch, just like home. The meals were good and always hot. Oh yes, I heard of a couple of complaints. One was due to a patient wanting a boiled egg instead of the scrambled eggs he was given. The other wanted corn flakes instead of porridge. When they found out how obliging the dietary staff was in making the changes, they were quite happy. Even the housekeeping and maintenance staff were friendly and always had a pleasant "hello, (Turn to page 6) chotterbox ....e.. PRETTY KLUTZY There has been a lot said and written about the inaugural meeting of Regional council December 6 and the vote for the chairman's job which was won by Walter Beath. Regional councillor Allan Pilkey, who lost out in a bid to become the top politician in Durham will no doubt have a lot more to say about the goings-on. Regardless of what side of the political fence you may happen to be on, or how you may feel about Mr. Beath or Mr. Pilkey, the regional council meeting left a rather bad taste. It was not only the voting procedure that was upsetting. There was another little incident Wednesday afternoon that bothered me, and as far as I'm concerned had no place whatsoever at an inaugural meeting of a regional council. George Ashe, a Conservative member of the provincial legislature from a riding within Durham was one of the special guests at the inaugural meeting. That's fine. No sooner had Mr. Beath assumed the chair when he called on Ashe to say a few words. That's fine, too. But instead of simply paying the normal courtesies to the new chairman and members of council, extending the good wishes of the government, -gnd so on, Ashe reached inside his jacket pocket and pulléd-qut a cheque. - It was a cheque from the province of Ontario to Durham Region for something like $270,000, a routine transfer of funds that takes place all the time. It was nothing special, no windfall for Durham, just a cheque that ordinarily would have gone through the mails to the Regional finance department. For some unknown reason, Ashe had to make a big dedl out of presenting this routine cheque to Mr. Beath, complete with wise-cracks about the Region now being able to make its monthly pay-roll, at least. It was a crass and demeaning gesture. The mood in the council chambers at that point was somber enough be- cause of the just completed vote for the new chairman. To wave this cheque around in the air with a grandstanding flourish removed any dignity that might have been left in the chambers during that inaugural meeting. It made Mr. Ashe look like a messenger boy from the provincial government, and it made Durham Region look like the recipient of some kind of benevolent hand-out from a kindly old uncle. Gads, after watching that dumb performance I'm half- surprised that Mr. Ashe didn't reach into his other pocket and haul out a big bag of candies to toss around to the 30 members of the regional council. TIRED OF IT You know, I have always had a fascination with politics. I enjoy watching the process. I can sit for hours and discuss politics at the practical level of how somebody gets elected on up through the strictly abstract and theoretical concepts of how man governs himself and why he allows himself to be governed. Anyone interested in ideas, issues and human behavior can't help but be fascinated with politics. But I don't know whether it is just me, whether I'm getting older, or what the heck it is, but lately politics has started to turn me off. Maybe I'm like everyone else in the country right now, stffering from a bad case of political over-kill. You just can't escape it, every time you pick up the paper, turn on the tube or the car radio, somebody, somewhere is talking politics. It is not so much that the political process is continuing all the time, and that it plays such a dominant role in all our lives, (whether we know it or not). But rather what is turning me off is the way in which the process is being played, and the actions and decisions of some of the major actors involved. Instead of me being a consumer of politics at my own speed and leisure, the reverse is beginning to happen. I get caught up in it, swept along, powerless to do anything about it. I'm like a man in a raging river. I can kick and struggle and fight and scream, but the current of politics continues to sweep me away. If I'm not careful, one of these days it is going to carry me over the falls, if it hasn't already. At one time in my life I seriously considered going into sports writing, full time. Sports is so simple, so clearly and easily defined; there is a winner and a loser. The game is played, a sports reporter describes the action of the game, talks to the winners and the losers, and the stories are pure and complete. Not so. Sports has become politics, or vice-versa. The governments are involved, lawyers, agents, multi-million dollar contracts, participants become incorporated, there are law-suits and counter-suits. Half the sports news these days ends up on the front page, where the politcs should be. Just as there never ever was any purity in politics; likewise there is less and less all the time in sports. It is no -~ ~ longer a question of merely describing the action of the game. Sports is being consumed, like everything else these days, by pelitics. Why, even five and six year old kids can't get together for a little good natured fun and sport without some kind of controversy or hassle. You just have to wonder where it is all going to end. This has been a pretty negative column, but that's what politics is doing to me. I would like to end this on a bright note, however. My three-year old came home recently after a couple of months in hospital, and that makes me happy. But wouldn't you know it, the little guy told me the other day that when he grows up, he wants to be prime minister. Fn ~ 8 port perry star ~ Company Limited 0 Phone 985-7383 Sa Gon : (linn) "1. Q rr 0 Serving the Township of Scugog J.PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager J.B. McCLELLAND Editor --- Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Port Perry Star Co. 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