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4--PORT PERRY STAR, THURS., OCT. 24th, 1963 Editorial Viewpoint Kids Are Smarter Than We Think Six years ago when the traditional Hallowe'en frolic witred to include UNICEF collections some protests were voiced. "Don't rob the youngsters of Hallowe'en fun. It's their night!" Fun-loving youngsters were un-moved by this adult reaction. Hallowe'en IS STILL THEIR NIGHT -- but they have made it also a night for children 'round the world. Over the years Canadian youngsters have learne. and enjoyed the privilege of sharing with their friends. Through education in schools and libraries they know that their help with UNICEF Hallowe'en pennies is need- ed. Hence their pride in collecting for UNICEF equals the joyous acceptance of jelly beans and candy kisses. Last Hallowe'en Canadian weather was as variable as today's political climate. = Rain fell in the Atlantic Provinces, in Quebec and British Columbia; It was a clear lovely night on the Prairies and in Ontario. Re- gardless of weather, approximately 400,000 fantastically costumed youngsters sallied forth with paper bags for treats and UNICEF collection boxes. Neighbours were generous; in the bags youngsters brought home candy, cookies and apples. In the UNICEF collection boxes was almost $400,000 in pennies, nickles and dimes--this for the world-wide humanitarian work of UNICEF. UNICEF is a crusade by children for children. Let' not dampen the ardour of youth unselfish giving. Today's world needs it. We Do Have Fixed Ideas - A week or two. ago a brief camera shot during a national television newscast, was devoted to a unique church in the United States In this particular church the organ has been replaced by a modern jazz band for ° musical accompaniment. ; i: We will admit to a sensation of shock when we heard the deeply significant responses of the congregation and the words of a Lutheran service intoned to the type of music which one normally associates with a dance hall. No doubt other listeners had the same reaction. Thinking the incident over later in a quiet moment we realized how tightly all human beings are bound by their own experience. There is no real and authen reason to believe that only the sedate music with which we are familiar is acceptable_in a worship service. We have all heard Negro iri] Tym, and most of us have long since recognized that even though the rhythm and tempo are nothing like our religious music, these songs truly express the worship and faith of the people "who sing them. Ei Why is it then so incomprehensible that jazz music could fill the same place? Only because we have for long associated a very different form of music with our church services. No doubt we would have much the same reaction if we were to attend a synagogue, where the music is nothing like ours -- but has been used to worship God much longer than the kind we employ. All this remains in the realm of' speculation, of course, since our church services are threatened by the invasion of neither jazz nor Hebrew music. It may point up, how- ever, the truth that we are all inclined to be extremely biased in our thinking where religion is concerned. If Christianity is to survive the onslaughts of a ra- pidly-changing world, we may have to forget a good many of our old prejudices, which are usually concerned with non-essentials. It is the fundamentals of our faith that 'eally matter. 8 Peaty -- The Wingham Advance Times fH Politicians who cater to "the masses" have not.given sufficient thought to the pension situation of a man or ] woman who dies before age 70. Under present rules, an apparent intentions, every wage earner or recipient of an income will be compelled to contribute to the general pension fund. But there is. no return to the estate of the man or woman who dies before age 70 no matter how much they have been compelled to put in in their lifetime. Port Perry Star Co. Lid. Serving Port Ferry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher WM. T. HARRISON Editor 3 Member of the : Ontario Weekly Newspaper Assoc. | Member of the Canadian Weekly Newspaper Assoc - Published every Thursday by The Port Perry Star Co. Ltd., Port Perry, Ontario. ~* Authotized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash. Subscription Rates: In Canada $2.50 per yr. Elsewhere, $3.00 per yr. Single Copy 7¢ ih I CORNUCOPIA ! Remember When? Sugar and Spice 50 YEARS AGO Wednesday, October 22, 1913 Mr. D. Milne, of Toronto was in town for the holiday. Mrs. Robert Town and Miss Ethel McDermott spent Thanks- giving with Mr. and Mrs. Hugh -McHoull of Lakefield. * * * 25 YEARS AGO " Thursday, October 20, 1938 On October 19th about 65 friends and relatives gathered at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Wilson Gerrow to celebrate: the occasion of their 40th wedding anniversary. Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Snelgrove and Mrs. Snelgrove Sr., Prince Albert, have returned home from a trip to the West. * * * ' 10 YEARS AGO ~ Thursday, October 22, 1963 An eventful and colourful ceremony took place at the Port Perry Public School, when Scu- gog Chapter, 1.0.D.E, presented the school. with a mew Union Jack. Mrs. Arthur Brock, Re- gent, rasied the flag. In and Out of Town Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Hayes and son Billy, returned recent- ly from a trip to Fort William, ' where they visited brother Doug and family. They flew on to Calgary and spent a week with Bill, his wife and four sons. During their visit in Calgary, Billy was Christened, at which service, flowers on: the altar were in memory of Ernest Hayes who passed away one year ag September 20th, PICKS STRAWBERRIES OCTOBER 21st Mr. Tummonds of Port Perry brought about half a pint of strawberries and a good-sized bunch of sweet peas into the 'Star Office on October 21st. He tells us that he also has a Polly antha Rose Bush in his garden with over 50 blooms on it. The prolonged fine weather is doing ~ strange things for the horticul- \, turists this year, ' ; Maybe I can incite snough people to form at By BILL SMILEY What a difference a few weeks can make in this country! It is no wonder that Canadians carry on a deep, lingering, tongue-tied, -love affair with their native land. And they do. Believe me, they do, although you'd never know it from casual observation. They may sally to Florida and Mexico and Europe, but most of them would be sad beyond endurance if they were suddenly told they were to be banished forever from Canada. About eight weeks ago, we drove out to visit friends at their cottage. It was the lush, bosomy end of summer, and the evening air was tropical. We slowed to cross the bridge, and the ever - present, ever - intent anglers peered with pa- tience at the black little river, and the birds chortled and the frogs krumphed. Along the beach, golden girls walked, and brown urchins paddled; and fat ladies slumped in deck chairs, and teen-agers looked sophisticated, and dogs ran over sleeping old gentlemen, ~~ and people waved and water lapped and motors roared and hot dogs smelled good, . * XX * z When we arrived, our friends, about a dozen of them, sprawled under 'a vast, sighing pine tree, drinking chilled sau- terne and eating dill pickles. Their children and ours, from toddlers to bantam delinquents, prowled and squabbled and begged bites of pickle and demanded one last swim, and laughed and cried and wet their diapers and bothered their moms. Out over the lake, the sun, almost gone, had a moment of hysteria, slashing color across the sky with the ferocity of a Van Gogh. And the water, darkening its blue, looked up long- ingly, and the sun flung across it, disdainfully, a few scarlet and gold streamers. And we lounged, in shorts and bare feet, shirtless and Tolle i lazy and coniont to get up and go in, even when he sun took a deep breath and went down li \b, out at the end of the water. : ick hopin, AYay } Like good Canadians, we accepted the splendor of the evening with decent restraint. Nobody sang a sonnet to the setting sun. Nobody was impelled to sing a dirge to dying summer. It was admitted, upon the urging of a couple of the more flamboyant types ,that it sure was a swell night, before we gatheted the kids and went hotne, ka \ Sie ¢ Just the other night we went back to the same beach for dinner with some friends at their cottage. The air was fairly curdling. The car heater felt good. When we reached the 'little bridge, there were no fishermen, but we stopped to look at the late gold sun on the little black river, And high, away up, went over a wavery V of geese, a lovely sight. ~ Along the beach there was no sign of life. ground; green chimped islands. pilver sand. Black and blue sky. Cottages boarded up and blank-faced. I bleak and beautiful. age vas lonsly and When we came to the cottage, away down the shore and saw the yellow lights shining, it: was a good Hors road, there was a great, glowing fire, a warm welcome, friendly faces, and the good, rich smells of rye and turkey and perfumed women. fi} Kook ki \ And again, like decent Canadian, nobody made 'an remarks about what a beautiful evening it HAY ae wore to live in his Gomi paradise or anything as foreign and sentimental as that, e just stuffed' dink and ae uffe ourselves with food and aybe we all had too much Bliss Carman, William Wilf Campbel "and Arnibala Lampman, when we were in ili red Mah Were Just undemonsirative. But surely there is no nation on the face of this earth that loves its cc and Supe about | it so little, : Souniry so mueh, at's why I'm going to sing out bnece in a 'while, ho cracked the voice, or corny the tune, or bored the oni : Teash a quartet, oronto Telégram News Service, Steely water 8 a at | J a re, .