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4 Thursday, February 4th Editorial Viewpoint "March Of Dimes" Mr. Howard C. Caine, Chairman of the Board of the Central Ontario Branch of the Rehabilitation Foundation for the Disabled, announced recently that the objective for this Branch in the 1965 March of Dimes campaign will be $350,000.00. A total of $348,000.00 was budgeted for Branch ex- pense in 1964, and it now appears that this amount will be spent by year end. $349,164.75 was raised in the 1964 campaign to cover these costs of providing rehabilitation services for the disabled adults in this Branch area. The Branch covers the Counties of Halton, Simcoe, Peel, York, Ontario, Northumberland, Durham, Muskoka, Peterbor- ough, Haliburton, Victoria. PORT PERRY STAR, During January, volunteer March of Dimes commit- tees were getting ready for their annual Mothers' March in which 4,500 mothers will blitz 45,000 homes. We have 1,091 disabled persons on our caseload in this Branch at present, most of whom will be needing some kind of help from us during the coming year. With the support of the citizens of this district we can help our handicapped people to carry on as indepen- dently as it is possible for them to live,--mothers to care for their families, fathers to get back to work, and young "people to get a proper start in life. We in the March of Dimes organization sincerely hope everyone will support our drive to "help disabled people help themselves". In Port Perry, the Local Lions Club will be sponsor- ing a street canvass on Saturday, Feb. 6th." The goal here is to raise at least $425.00. Revolting Profits A recent issue of an American farm publication car- ries the details of a feeding program which apparently promises higher profits to beef cattle farmers. The recipe for the new cheap protein diet may spell higher monetary returns but leaves the consumer with a decidedly queasy stomach. The mixture consists of 1500 pounds of chicken litter (straw or other fibre, plus man- ure), 500 pounds of potato pulp and a few pounds of minerals and vitamins. In some instances wood shavings take thegplace of straw or other vegetable matter as the base of iter The article explains that the litter is aged for a yéar. 1% Inquiry in this area reveals that the practice has already been started in Ontario on a small percentage of beef farms, where turkey litter is substituted for chicken litter. : We do not profess to know exactly what transforma- tion takes place in the feed through the body chemistry of the steers to which it is fed. It could be that tests may prove the beef is as good as that produced on a diet of pure vegetable matter. We do know, however, that hogs fed on garbage often produce pork which contains the eggs of a deadly type of worm, and that humans can and do become infected by the worms unless the meat is thoroughly cooked before consumption. - It seems logical that year-old manure might harbor similar or equally dangerous parasites, germs or viruses. ' A beef producer in Maine struck at the root of the matter when he said, "For heaven's sake, stop talking about chicken manure. Call it a poultry by-product and you're all right. Or if you want a premium, claim you're feeding choice Maine steers on 'Lickin-Good Litter' and demand a few cents extra." All thinking persons who live as close to the farming areas of Ontario as we do in Huron County know that beef cattle producers need every cent of profif they can get. It is a risky business and at times the returns are far from commensurate with the work and investment - involved. BUT things could be worse . . . and certainly will be if the consuming public loses confidence in the edibility of the beef produced on Ontario farms. --The Wingham Advance-Times Port Perry Star Co. Lid. Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas WM. T HARRISON Editor P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher 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. Authorized 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, $4.00 per yr. Single Copy 7¢ RR EVE 7 Ie of | Rememher When? FIFTY YEARS AGO Wednesday, February 3, 1915 Whitby Township Sunday School Association held a very successful convention in the Me- thodist Church at Columbus on Thursday of last week. The church was crowded at both af- ternoon and evening sessions. Several sleighloads of enthusi- astic Sunday School workers drove in from Whitby and Osh- awa. All Trains cancelled on Tues- day, some genuine February weather _ having monopolized the right of way." SPECIAL CLOTHING VALUES: Men's Black, Beaver Coats, Persian Lamb Collars $12.00. * * * TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO Thursday, February 1st, 1940 Without any help from out- lying districts Port Perry has made a contribution of $2008.27 to the Port Perry War Work Fund. Mr. T. Hall of Toronto has purchased a considerable amount of elm timber from Mr, W. As- ling. of Epsom, and is busy haul- ing the logs to the C.N.R. sta- tion here for shipment to Eng- land. * * Ld TEN YEARS AGO Thursday, February 3, 1955 Ex-Reeve Malcolm Bailey, of the Township of Reach, at the closing session of County Coun- cil last December claimed that Reach farms were assessed to high ag the township was more of a wild-life sanctuary. To prove his point he produced a wolf pelt taken on the 1st con- cession of the Township. County clerk Manning has produced fi- gures to show that more foxes were taken in Reach Township last year than any other muni- cipality in the county. The education of 32 children from the village of Epsom was cut short today when their one- room rural school was damaged by fire early Monday, yi) | DIN) od [@) by Bill Smiley HE WAS FOREVER ENGLAND With his usual superb sense of timing, Winston Churchill chose to die during rather dull winter period when it was pos- sible to attract the attention of the entire world without fear of anyone stealing the scene from him. It was time to go. There is nothing more pitiable than a great man reduced to dotage and senility. He was spared this. Despite the avalanche of anecdotes and eulogies and re- prints of his speeches, I don't think there was deep and wide- spread sorrow at his demise. Certainly, there was none of the heart-in-throat grief that accompanied the death of President Kennedy. It was more of a nostalgic sadness, a sense of the loss of an institution. One can imagine the English feeling like this when Queen Victoria died, after 60-odd years on the throne. Quite a man was Sir Winston. And just that. Not a super- man, but a man. And that was why he was able to seize and shake and straighten the hearts of the free world, with his courage and his tears, his defiance and his prayers, during those days when Europe, and the world, were threatened with "a thousand years of darkness." Most of us have several elements in our character. Chur- chill was a kaleidoscope of the colors of lifec He was reaction- ary and reformer; he was earthly realist and poet; he was dreamer and doer; he was selfish and selfless; he was arrogant and humble. He was part pirate, part prophet; part imperialist and part imp, He was ruthless, but he wept easily. He was a hundred other things, just as contradictory. I was 19 when the "phoney war" ended, and the German legions smashed through Belgium, and life suddenly became very real. And I shall never forget the thrill, the sense of hope and of resolution, that surged through us when the lion's growl rasped over the Atlantic on the airwaves, "We shall never surrender." It's difficult to realize that he was 65 then, an age when most men are retiring from life and the struggle. I saw the old fire-eater once, and was almost trampled to . death in the process. It was on an airstrip in Normandy, in the summer of 1944, a few weeks after the invasion. ; We were drawn up on parade in the dust and heat, officers in front, other ranks in the rear, and we stood there, muttering curses, for half an hour. Suddenly a little two-seater scout plane popped over the horizon and squatted 60 feet in front of us. The pilot climbed out. We could see his air-vice-marshall's stripes and grumbled our disgust for all brass, Then the back cockpit opened and a vast, cherub visage, with a cigar in it, beamed at us. He came out of the thing like a baby whale coming out of a chicken's egg. He stood on the wing, grinning. He stuck up two fingers in the world-famous V-sign, but with just a sug- gestion of the service-man's naughty gesture which looked much the same but meant something quite different. (Continued on page 13) ATE 811] Le SERED