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Aol Sy Ps ei tf Ho Sh AREAS letters Canadians forced into metric Dear Sir: The reader who crit- icized your November 16 editorial, Mr. Harper, is incorrect in his con- tention that metric measurement law was a product of Parliament. The measure was an Order-In-Council, with- out the approval of our elected representatives, which Pierre Trudeau knew he could not get. The general opposition to this "mod- ernization"" of our system of measurement is a reaction to that high-handed method of creating the law; to the lack of conviction that metrics were necessary or of any real value; and most of all, to the use of force of law to impose the sytem on Canadians. Making it illegal to do business in any system of measurement except metric seems as foreign to most of us as do centimetres and Celsius. Mr. Trudeau is a 19th century aristocrat; a dinosaur today. He is as uncomfortable with democracy as he is with ordinary people. Those individuals selling gas- oline by the gallon were resisting dictatorship by bureaucracy, as was the judge who praised their actions and threw the government's case out of court. If we have learned anything from this sorry situation, it is that a few individuals and the courts are not ready to accept Trudeau's brand of (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. November 22, 1983 -- 5 the S LO8 INO (416) 985.738) oO PORT PERRY STAR CO LIMITED 235 QUEEN STREET PO 80x90 (+cha PORT PERRY ONTARIO J. PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager (041) (=] Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd . Port Perry Ontario J.B. McCLELLAND ¥% ENE Qs Cyndi? ers AssO £WspapgRs CO! Editor tog PRIZE WINNERS . ADIAN COMpy, a Ney re Authorized as second class mail by the Post Ottice Department Ottawa. and tor cash payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Wo Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year arg ubscription Ra 00 per y t Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy 35¢ remember when? . N 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 29, 1923 Miss Margaret Murray, daughter of Mr. & Mrs. J.E. Murray, formerly of Port Perry, has won one of the Carter Scholarships awarded for high standings in the upper school examinations, County of Simcoe. Congratulations to Mr. & Mrs. R. Moon, Raglan, on the arrival of a baby boy on November 25th. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 25, 1948 Mr. and Mrs. Everett Prentice and children, Scugog left for a two month visit with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Brekie in Macomi, Saskatchewan. Mr. Grant Christie won good prizes on his Shetland ponies and Mr. A.R. Johns won for his bacon hogs at the Royal Winter Fair. A miscellaneous shower was held recently for newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Ross Sweetman, of Prince Albert. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 27, 1958 The new Port Perry Community Curling Rink opened its doors for curling this week. Reeve Bruce Ashton was returned to Cartwright Council by acclamation for his third term. Bert Gibson became Deputy-Reeve when Jack Green, who held the position for two years stepped down. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 28, 1963 A curling rink from Port Perry, skipped by Storey Beare won the Mitchell Drugs Ltd. Trophy at the Oshawa Golf Club. Other members included Harry Carnegie, Ar- chie MacMaster and Jerry Hunter. Ratepayers in the Township of Reach and Scugog re- elected the same members for council and school board for another term in office. Earl Martyn was returned as Reeve of Reach and Victor Aldred was re-elected as Reeve for Scugog. 15 YEARS AGO . Thursday, November 28, 1968 A Public Hearing, called by the Ontario Municipal Board for the purpose of giving ratepayers an opportunity to voice their opinions, resulted in the agreement that the proposed sewage projects were necessary. At the Cartwright High School commencement exer- cises Beth Johnston gave the Valedictory Address. The Cross Canada Western Jamboree, sponsored by Cy Wilson Ford Sales, featuring Uncle Benny Wilson, Gerry Lee and the Blue Diamond orchestra is drawing quite a large audience at each performance. Mrs. Tryntje Dunn, R.R. 4, Port Perry was one of 37 new Canadians who received Canadian Citizenship cer- tificates at a recent session of the Citizenship Court presided over by Judge Michael Starr. 10 YEARS AGO Wednesday, November 28, 1973 Effective November 5th, residents of Cartwright Township began receiving the benfits of the area's first ever township-wide garbage collection. Ken Minshall of Nestleton was awarded the contract for the pick-up ser- vice submitting the lowest of three tenders at $22,392.50 _ for garbage collection on a yearly basis. 'A well known couple in this area, Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Eagleson celebrated their 60th Wedding Anniversary on November 12th. The happy couple lived in Seagrave and Port Perry prior to moving to Preston, Ontario in 1972. The first copies of Bob Miller's book "Ontario Village of Brougham - Past! Present! and Future?" came off the press at Alger Press of Oshawa this week. The book con- tains 416 pages and 170 pictures included the cover photo of the Barclay homestead (1877) now the resident of Mrs. Anne Wanstall. i Smith Bros., of Port Perry, have been awarded the Red Seal Production Certificate by the Holstein-Friesian Association of Canada for High Point Lola Pearl. The intersection of two county roads at Coppins Cor- ners got approval for a new traffic light, during Ontario County Council's last meeting. The expenditure of $9,020 for the lights was approved. Three fatal accidents have occurred at these crossroads in recent months. bill smil SO FOUL AND FAIR A FALL "So foul and fair afall I have not seen." That's just as good as anything Shakespeare wrote or Macbeth said. The only word that is changed is "fall" for "day." And you can blame the three witches: Pain, Boredom and Frustration for that, | i Fall fairs. Fall festivals. Excitement. Colour. A last fling before the dreary days of November and the icy, endless clutch of a Canadian winter. It's been the fairest of falls. After a summer so fine that no Canadian can quite believe it, we had a September and October that have made us wonder why anybody would want to live anywhere else. Sun. Few bugs. Incredible August. Superb September. Glorious colours. Corn and real tomatoes stretching into October. Rotten kids back to school. Great golfing. Fine fishing. Utopia. Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, you rotters. I can see you, sitting in the nursing home arguing about it, years from now. "Yeah, the fall of '83 was the best we ever had. Sun shone near every day. Fuel bill was nearly nowt. Didn't put on my long johns till October first." - "Yabbut," counters another old-timer, "that's the fall Trudeau decided to stay on." Heavy silence. Well, if you look back to the first paragraph, you'll find the word "foul." It's been a foul fall for yours truly. Oh, we intended to enjoy that fall. Go to the Fall Fair, go to a Festival. We went to a Festival, but we didn't make the Fall Fair. Me and the Old Lady, as we say at the Legion, took a late-summer shot at the Shaw Festival. No tickets, no room reservations. We just played it by ear. It worked. It was a fateful decision. Naturally, we didn't see any Shaw, but thoroughly enjoyed 'Private Lives" and "Vortex" by Noel Coward, and the musical "Tom Jones." Everything went well. The shows were good, bet- ter than lots of Stratford stuff we'd seen. Francis Hyland that excellent Canadian actress, never really ap- preciated because she hasn't gone to the States, was ac- costed, interviewed, and praised by my wife, was sweet, gracious, and laughed heartily at a reference to her first husband, George, «an old friend of ours, who succumb- ed to the Hollywood fleshpots. The "Prince of Wales Hotel' at Niagara-on-the- Lake offered everything any big-city hotel could, at the same rates, but with much more personality. Their bell- boys are human beings, not insolent louts with nothing more than a tip on their minds. Waitresses, desk clerks, the same. Well, as usual, it was too good to be true. Getting cocky, God's favorite angel was hurled into Hell, accor- ding to Milton, there to pull himself out of the fire and swear eternal vengeance. I guess I got cocky too, things were going well. We came back from a show, hadn't eaten dinner, and I pro- posed to bring up to the room a tray of food from the cafeteria (dining-room closed.) No problem. Started up with my big tray of hamburgers and other connoiseurs, like mustard and french fries, caught my toe on the stairs, and catapaulted, backwards, down two flights. Still had the tray in my hands when I land- ed, but nothing on it. (Reminds me of the time when I came in with two bags of groceries, slipped on a fresh-waxed floor and broke my nose on the kitchen counter, because I didn't have enough sense to drop the groceries.) Anyway, I wasn't hurled into hell for my pride, but have had a hell of a time since. Separated shoulder. As far as pain goes, I'd just as soon lie for a while in the eternal flames that Satan endured, until he pulled himself together. Football players. Hockey players. They get "separated shoulders," and are expected to be out of action for a while. That never bothered me, because it just doesn't happen to an aging teacher-columnist. Picked up, a bit starled, but not worllying, by two great bellhops, taken to emergency, sling but on, and doctor saying it would be a "week or more" before it was healed. Not to worry. That was just before school re-opened. Spent most of September in a sling with something worse than a chronic toothache and earache combined. Tried to resume teaching in late September. Kids wanted to know why I was wearing a sling. Between moans and grunts told them several versions, all of which they believed. Said I went to a disco and these two old ladies, about 65, each wanted to dance with me. One was stronger than the other, and pulled my right arm out of the socket. Told them I'd taken a swing at a little girl in Grade 9 on first day of school, not realizing she knew karate. Said I'd been arm-wrestling with my grandson, ag- ed nine. They are a little dubious, but "That's too bad, sir," was the general reaction. Don't ever get a separated shoulder. If you do, tell the doctor to cut it off at the joint and sell it to a limbs- bank. It would be less painful. \ \ \ \ i