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the PORT PEREY STAR CO LUMiTED 235 Quit STREE! #C 80a 90 PORT OLRRY ONTARIO (O08 INO 410) 98% 138) J. PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager Memb: fth J.B. McCLELLAND ake Editor and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the CATHY ROBB Port Perry Star Co Ltd . Port Perry Ontario News & Features [1043 WINNE gS © COPYRIGHT -- All layout and composition of advertisements produced by the advertising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publishers Canadian Community Newspaper Association Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment of postage in cash /\ Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy 35* PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, April 2, 1985 -- § letters Article didn't sensationalize ... Dear Sir: I have always found the Port Perry Star one of the easiest and most enjoyable papers to read. Perhaps part of the reason is that I personal- ly know many of the peo- ple written into the paper every week. Another part of the reason is that I have never noticed any article that sensa- remem ber when? #% 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 1, 1925 Under consideration this year is the building of a new High School. The persons working on the committee are John E. Harris, Grant Rundle, Grant Real, John McClintock and Joseph Baird. The school is to cost $60,000. At the annual Lawn Bowling annual meeting the following executive were elected for the year: President A. E. Purdy; Vice President James Lucas; Secretary-Treasurer Mr. W. A. Christy. Apparently now, according to the Caesarea news, trapping muskrats and filling up the ice houses with ice was the order. of the day. Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Ashton, Ashburn enter- tained a number of relatives on the occasion of their 4th anniversary of marriage. Mr. Robert Heron of Ashburn has installed a first class radio and gives many pleasant evenings to his friends and neighbours. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 6, 1950 The main topic at the Scout Group commit- - tee was the building of a new scout hall. A finance committee was set up consisting of Wentworth Watson, Mansel Gerrow, Ernie Sulman and Jack Whitby. A number of Uxbridge Junior Farmers met in the Port Perry High School for the purpose of organizing a Junior Farmers Club in the Port Perry area. The following people were elected: President Wesley Johnson; Vice President Clare Vernon; Secretary Emile Donnelly; Treasurer Bill Stuart. In Seagrave this year, street lights were in- - stalled at Tobin's, Sleep's and Eagleson's corners on the back streets. Heavy rains and melting snow has kept Mr. Freeman and sons busy on Scugog Island trying to keep the roads and culverts from Washing out. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 31, 1960 At the local curling club a brief ceremony was held to inaugerate play with the new stones that have just arrived from Scotland. Mr. R.J. Harper, the clubs eldest active curler, played the first stone. (Turn to page 6) - ed sensitivity and tionalizes on people's grief. These stories are told with a touching thoroughness that more often than not results in a community effort to ease the pain of suffering. Without these detailed articles most of us would be ignorant of the needs of some of our neighbours we have never met. My only wish is that this latest story Keep up the good work! Dear Sir: In response to Ms. Hooey's letter in last that is being criticized could have been written before Maxine Pedlar's death, then maybe he ending would have been different. When | pick up the Port Perry Star I find myself searching out Cathy Robb's articles first. There is always a variety of sensitive, humorous and infor- mative reporting and it is obvious to me that many hit by car, killed, the driver not charged." To you Cathy, keep up the good work! weeks paper, I say this: Phooey. (That is a clean- ed up version of what I really wanted to say after reading your vitriolic diatribe of Cathy Robbs' excellent human interest article on Max- ine Pedlar). That's right human interest, you know that's when more than just the words "ac- cident, woman, dead" are used. I and many others believe she show- f maturity beyond her years and wouldn't mind reading more articles of the same high calibre. Perhaps in the future you should only buy the "Toronto Star or Sun" newspaper as it probably has more of your ap- |[_..- parent type of interesting |= _ od z reading, that is, those in- | >=) depth, sensitive, caring ES articles like: "UPI: | _.-°. Toronto, Woman aged56 |-- -~__-~" hours and more effort goes into this work. Thank you for.coming to the Port Perry Star Cathy. You brighten my paper day. And con- gratulations to all the staff for a job that's well done. Yours truly, Joanne Trotter, R.R.3, Uxbridge. Yours truly, Nancy Thompson and Irene Thompson, Port Perry. STARDAZE Pat SAAN RON) ~~ ~ 1 SEE THAT YOU ARE ON LAKE SCUGO0, EE Bat TT D\W vw 1, Rt Ws ml of od WELL PREPARED FOR AguMnen bill smiley ¢ » -~, = FY HOCKEY'S GOLDEN ERA Like every other red-blooded male in this country over the age of four, I am an expert on hockey. i As a player, I didn't exactly make it to the NHL. Or Senior A, or Junior A, or Junior B, or Juvenile C. But you don't have to make it all the way in Canada to become a connoisseur of the game. All you have to do is to have been exposed to the game since you were about three, and it's in your blood for life. As a kid, I felt culturally deprived because I didn't have a pair of "tube"skates. To my great shame, I had to indulge in the sport wearing an old pair of my mother's 'lady's skates' (pronounced with utter scorn by the kids with tube skates). Mine went almost to the knee and supported your ankles like a bag of mar- shmallows. Obviously, that is the sole reason I didn't make it to the big leagues. As a kid, I played shinny on the river with some guys who actually, later, did make it to pro or semi-pro ranks. When I was in high school, some of my best friends were playing Junior A. y I was brought up in a rabid hockey and lacrosse town. When I was a little boy, we had a Senior hockey team. It was made up of local factory hands, blacksmiths (yes, I go back that far), and generally good athletes, of no particular rank or station in life. They played for fun. They bought their own equip- ment. There was tremendous rivalry with the other towns in the country. The rink was jammed for every game. We kids sneaked into the games through the place where they threw out the snow after clearing the ice, squirmed our way down behind the players' bench, and fought each other to the bone when a senior broke a stick, and with a lordly gesture, handed it back towards us. If you were lucky, you got two pieces of hockey stick, took it home and had your old man splint it, taped it up, and played the rest of the season with a six-foot man's hockey stick practically tearing the armpit out of your five-foot frame. When I was a teenager, the home town went ape over hockey, began importing players, and iced a Junior A club. We local high school guys were devasted by ~ jealousy when the imports from such exotic towns as Ottawa, Montreal, Brockville came to town and stole our girls away. We locals didn't have a chance. It was Depression time. We were lucky if we had the money to go to the Saturday night movie (two bits) let alone take along a girl and feed her afterwards. But the hockey imports had everything. Flashy uniforms. Great physiques. The roar of the crowd. And money. They got about $15 dollars a week for room and board and spending money. They often had two or three dollars to throw around, so naturally, they got the girls. (Some of them are still stuck with them, ha, ha.) Ironically, about a third of those guys who made us green with envy would be knocking off eight-five to a hundred thousand a year if they hadn't been born 40 years too soon. They were good enough to make the so- called NHL today, but not then, when there were so few teams and so many aspirants. There were only eight teams then: Toronto, Mon- treal Canadiens, Ottawa Senators, Boston, New York Rangers, New York Americans, Chicago and Detroit. There were probably just as many hopeful players. Today, there are 21 or 23 or 28 teams in the NHL. Nobody seems able to count them anymore. Well, figure it out. Take a quart of whiskey and add a similar amount of water. Split the remains in two and add a half of water to each. What do you get? Not a whiskey with water. A water with a touch of whiskey. And that's why so many once-arden hockey experts like me just don't bother going to games, or even wat- ching them on TV, unless the Russians are playing, when you see a few flashes of the old-time hockey, in- stead of a group of high school dropouts high-sticking, slamming each other into the boards, pretending to fight by dancing ring-a-round while carefully clutching each others' sweaters so they won't be hurt, tripping, clut- ching, hooking, and doing everything but play hockey. Perhaps the most sickening thing of all is the great hugging and kissing and dancing that takes place when one turkey has scored a goal by shooting toward the end of the rink and having the puck go in off a team-mate's stick -- pure accident. It's O.K. I don't necessarily want to go back to the days when players had some dignity and didn't have to pat each other's bums all the time. Nor do I want them reduced to the sort of wage slavery they endured years ago. But please spare me, on the sports pages, from their constant whining, tantrums, hurt feelings, and never- ending interest in the big buck. pa