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prc don " ' Ee 4 -- PORT PERRY, STAR, Thursday, February 18th, 1965 Editorial Viewpoint A Flag To Be Poud GH On February 15th, Canada's new flag became a real- ity by decision of Parliament and Royal Proclamation. The same day, the new flag went to the top on Par- liament Hill in Ottawa, gnd Federal buildings all over Canada including the Post Office in Port Perry. Not only is the flag flying in Canada, but it flies over Canadian embassies, consulates and other buildings representing this nation in most capitals all over the World. Ships of the Canadian navy and merchant marine will present the bright red maple leaf in many ports of the World. Canadian athletes will compete under the new flag - in World events such as the Olympics, World Champion- ships, etc. and will be proud to see it hoisted to the top when a Canadian athlete has won in competition with members of other nations. It is a distinctive and easily recognized flag, and Canadians will be proud to fly and honour it when all controversies have died. A distinctly Canadian flag has been promised by many political leaders, but Prime Minister Pearson is the first leader to act on pre-election promises and give Canadians a flag of their own. He kept his promise, and the matter is now closed. Most Canadians still hold sentimental affections for ONLY AS STRONG AS HER MAST the Red Ensign, but now that we have a new flag, cons re troversy should be hushed. The red maple leaf with the red borders is now the official flag of Canada and it should be honoured and cherished by all. It is the future of our nation and unityx that really matters now. Where To Fish? (Ontario Fish and Wildlife Review-- Department of Lands and Forests) Life was fairly predictable in "the good old days" before the atom age. Tackle boxes were put away about mid-September and left in storage until about the end of April, at which time the eager angler was primed to get out in the great outdoors for any reason. On the first of May, he would assemble his speckled trout fish- ing gear; on the fifteenth of May, he would rummage through his tackle box for his best walleye lures; and then, after a lull, about the first of July, he would have to hunt frantically for his bass or musky equipment be- cause by the first of July all fish were "in season". In the past ten years, we have seen revolutions in air travel, rocket shots, transportation, building, work weeks and all the phases of engineering and science which have undergone such a change during this decade. In every field of endeavour, the past decade has been one of considerable change socially, economically and culturally. Even the anglers have changed. There are more of them; they have more time, more money and more in.' clination to travel farther at any time of the year. Many are no longer prepared to put away the tackle box in September but want to fish the full twelve months of every year. A As a result, fisheries managers are faced with the problem of deciding when fishing should be permitted. Not all the public agree on this question. People who live in the city and spend two months at their cottages claim that fishing should be carried out during the sum- "mer months. Tourist Outfitters, who are often interested in extending their season, would like to see angling from mid-spring to mid-fall. The people who live in northern Ontario and the avid angler, who will travel anytime to fish, are even more liberal in their outlook and cannot support a closed season if the resource is not endangered. " Certainly, one of the most unproductive periods of the year for catching fish is mid-summer when angling pressure is greatest, To harvest the crop that is avail- able, it is almost necessary to take fish when they can be had, providing such harvest is not in excess of the productive capacity. The question therefore is not "when do I want to fish" but rather "when and how long fishing can be per- mitted" without overfishing. The answer lies not in opinions but in the facts obtained by biological investi- gations. 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 $2.60 per yr., Elsewhere, $4.00 per yr. Single Copy 74, Rememher When? FIFTY YEARS AGO Wednesday, February 17, 1915 Mr, E. J. Holtby, Manchester, delivered this week to the Lucas Elevator at Port Perry, one load of buckwheat, for which he received $108.93. This is said to be the most costly load of buckwheat which has been delivered here. J. Myers mill dam, south of Utica, was destroyed by floods last week. * * x FORTY YEARS AGO Thursday, February 15, 1940 At the morning service on Sunday, Mr. Smyth will pay tribute to the late Lord Tweeds- muir, our beloved Governor- General. Jack MacGregor and his horse (Keith Allan) were one of the highlights at the carni- val on Friday night. "They were a show in themselves" com- mented one of the spectators. * * * TEN YEARS AGO Thursday, Feb. 17th, 1955 The Lakeview Theatre has just received a new Panoramic Wide Screen which will be in- stalled very shortly, Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Fralick entertained the members of the F. & F. Hunt Club at their home Sat. evening, February bth in honor of Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Sweetman's 30th Wedding An- niversary, also Mr. and Mrs. George Smith who are leaving for England. 700 additional employees have been hired by General Motors in Oshawa since the beginning of 19656. This brings the all time high to a total of 18,700 employees at the Oshawa plant. When the new truck -¢hassis building {is completed some time during the summer of 1965, additional workers will again be required by the com- fm ! AND SPICE by Bill Smiley FROM EVERYWHERE THEY COME I've had a preview of what I'm going to feel like when my daughter is married. I've just been through two piano recitals. Not by Glenn Gould, or Van Cliburn, or Arthur Rubinstein. No. By Hugh Smiley. Marrying off your daughter must be just like it. A heady brew of emotion and exhaustion, bills and bouquets, that leaves you feeling like a caterpillar that has been run over, but not quite killed, by a tractor. In short, you wind up absolutely flat, but rather proud that you're not dead. a The first recital was at the Conservatory, in the city. We picked the date six weeks before. And, boy, can we pick 'em. It was 18 below zero. And the humidity and wind gave it a discomfort index of 47 below. The Old Girl was sick. Physically, mentally, spiritually. I was sick sympathetically. We figured 35 relatives, tried and true, and five friends to whom I owed money, would turn up. Bless the human race, and all dear friends. We had 150 bodies in the place, straggling in, on such a night, from all over the country. Some made a round trip of 500 miles to hear the kid play. It was a curious combination of characters in the audience. Basic were the relatives who live in the city, and their friends. They made up the two score we had expected. But then they started to trickle in: old college friends; old fighter pilots; old weekly editors; my son's former public school principal; the chap who has the mortgage on my house; the fellow who handles my column; the orthodonist who straight- ens my daughter's teeth; a girl I hadn't seen since we went skinny-dipping at a beach party 20 years ago. And they all, bless them, brought their wives, and, or husbands, children and > friends. Last but not least come my sisters. One drove for six hours, in 20-below weather, with her daughter, to make it. The other came the same distance by train, with two kids. Neither knew the other was coming. Neither had seen the great artist since he was picking-up-and-kissing size. It was heart-warming, to say the least. ry I was a very proud father and husband, when it was over. A proud father because my son showed a poise and polish I wish I'd had at that age, and a competence I've never had at any age. A proud husband, because my wife had crawled out of what she claimed was her death-bed, to get there, and looked better than anybody, despite the facts that she's lived with me for 18 years, and coached the kid for ten. Next day at noon, we hiked for home, 90 miles, and went through the whole thing again that night. A reeital in the home town. It was not 20 below, for a change. It was 30 below. But 500 people left their television sets, and shivered through the knifing night to hear my young virtuoso, as he (Continued on page 13)