ls Anybody Listening ? In an average week at this time of year the flow of traffic safety literature across an editor's desk becomes a landslide. Some of it is well-written; all of it is well- meaning. The message is always real and important. But as drivers of cars methodically go on killing and maiming themselves and others--1,383 Canadians dead and 40,893 injured n traffic accidents in June, July and August last vear--it's hard to believe that anyone is listening. Maybe we're sated with numbers and cautions and photographs of cars curled around hydro poles. Maybe a traffic accident looms too small in this era of the bomb. Somehow, though, if only because this kind of carnage is so unnecessary and wasteful, people who drive have to discover that death in a car, or from a car, is just as permanent and much more likely than most other kinds. And somehow, people who talk about safety have to use terms that will make motorists listen. Maybe like this. 4 Safety tip: 'A 10-mile trip takes 15 minutes at 40 EE XXIII @ ¢ Port Perry Star Co. Limit d $ Port Perry Star Co. Limited § © X 4 Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas © 2 P. HVIDSTEN, WM. T. HARRISON ; & Publisher . Editor Member of th 3S Member of the em er o ¢é $C lian Weekly Ontario Weekly ¢ $ ana : Newspaper Assoc. & : Newspaper Assoc. $ $ Published every Thursday by The Port Perry Star > 2 Co. Ltd., Port Perry, Ontario. S 3 Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office 4 S Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash. & 3 Subscription Rates: In Canada $3.00 per yr., ) $ Elsewhere, $4.60 per yr. Single Copy 10¢ 3 a) miles per hour . .. and 8.6 minutes at 70 miles per hour. How much time do you have to save? POGODD SEIS ead Another way to say this is that once there was a man and wife and baby doing 70 on a two lane road because R E M F M 3 F R WwW Hl I= N ? " it was seven p.m. and the motels were filling up, and they met a carload of teenagers cresting a hill, same speed. 50 YEARS AGO 25 YEARS AGO TEN YEARS AGO And one of them swerved a little, and there was that ugly August 11th, 1955 indescribable crunch of metal on metal, and just time August 11, 1915 Thursday, Aug. 15th, 1940 Congratulations to Mr for the woman to scream. One of them actually lived, Cartwright Township peo- Everyone over the age of Haugen on the very success- though. The prettiest teenage girl. Walks with a per- ple proved their patriotism 16 must register next Mon- ful opening of his new diner manent limp, but as her parents often say, she's lucky to last week when they raised day, Tuesday and Wednes- and Chicken Barbecue in . be alive . the splendid sum of $4,168.75 day. The Port Perry Star Manchester. Safety tip: 'Remember that summer holidays are here in a campaign for patriotic has printed for free distribu- i * ox and children are at play. Motorists should exercise extra funds. ; tion a copy of the questions Retail sales of new Gen- caution in residential areas.' 5: to be answered, each reader eral Motors of Canada pas- - . . . Mr. Spurr. Toronto has eligible to register secure a senger cars for the month of What this really means is that there was this man " has 3 HH hon w 'y form, fill it in, and take it July were the highest in his- driving down a quiet street, not very fast, just a little, purchased Mr, Rober Nal 10 the vesisiration bool, tory for that period, W. A. " and it really wasn't his fault. The girl, maybe five or six lace's property in Borelia. Wecker, president announced years old, ran right out in front to grab her dog because x * ox recently. she though the dog was going to get killed. So now she Mr. Reuben Bond's house, Or Thursday evening a x x is lying on the pavement, not moving, a wispy thing in Prince Albert was burned to Lawn Party will be held at Greenbank: Ross Real and white blouse and pedal pushers. The neighbors are ga- the ground on Wednesday Mr. T. Redman's, Scugog Is- Ruby Leask were able to thering around in hushed little knots and the ambulance afternoon of last week. The land. A good supper and take top honours and win the is whining in, but too late. And the man stands there, house could not be replaced program will be waiting for Field Da yevents cup at the | sick at the stomach, not really believing it, and the child's for less than $600. you. annual Field Day held at ' i mother is on her knees in the street, crying but not really © x x Camp Quin-Mo-Lac, near Bi believing it. But both of them will believe it soon enough, . . Madoc. and never forget . . . Miss Nora L. McLean has Pte. Fred Colbear spent xk passed the Junior Matricula- the week-end with his par- The exceptionally dry hot 5 We could go on and on with safety tips like these. tion examination, taking 1st- ents. Mr. Leonard Colbear," summer has kept the local A But is anybody listening? } aE class honours in modern lan- Jr. has secured a position in fire brigade busier this seas 2 --Imperial Oil Review guages and mathematics. Toronto. son than for many a year. u : Aaa daasaaas asada ® POEOEOOIODOVOODOOODHOGOOCOO060 i SUGAR snd SPICE BrBitL NOW, BACK TO WORK . . Here's a nice fat one. Six pages, small writing. Hey, this is pretty good. She's commenting on a Some people say to me, "It must be quite a chore From Mies Edna Wegman, "Dear Mr. Smiley: Oh, recent column in which I suggested that modern So , vou poor little pygmy! My heart bleeds for you.' women had gone to pot, while men are the writin' that there column every week. Woops. Let's try the next paragraph. "Now, aftey steadfast, gallant chaps they were in Julius Ca cars The only difficulty is getting started. Tonight feeling sorry for youself and your fellow males, ir IN day. ..Gwen says: "I wonder if Cleopatra ey is column righ. Midnight is the deadline. I sat males they are and not MEN, wake up and face to drive one of her gladiators home in a chariot down at the typewriter at 6.30, so I'd have lots of reality." Uh, maybe we'll leave that one till to- after one of those Roman parties. There would be + time to watch TV after T wrote the column. I worked morrow, an advantage to a chariot. The over-zealous party- quietly until 8.30. Very quictly. No noisy type- Here's one that looks friendlier. From a lady goer would get more air while sprawled in an open writer. who says it's not for, publication. Just a quote: chariot than the modern male does when his wife is Peeled out pristine sheet with interesting lines, "There's not a woman in the world who doesn't driving home from a party and he has to relax with "Sugar and Spice, by Bill Smiley", at the top. Threw consider that her old man is the dope of thd earth." his head out the window." Hmmm. it in wastebasket. Decided to mow lawn to relieve Well! Really! ' Talk about lambasting. A few others, picked at mental constipation. Then had a beer. Bundling This one sounds better. "Dear Bill: I'll call you random. "I agree that man hasn't changed much * magazines for tomorrow's garbage, came a cross Bill instead of Mr. Smiley, seeing I always thought since Caesar's day; I really don't believe that it's fascinating article on Procrastination in the Middle- of you as a friend, that is until your recent column possible . . . It's against their moral code to pick up, aged Male. Helped Kim get valves unstuck in in which you were lambasting women." or hang up, a piece of clothing . ., This species of French horn. Moved water sprinkler on lawn. Whip- By George, a bad week. Here's Linda Alton tak- human manages to contradict itself more than any ped up tea and grub for television room gang. The ing me down a few pegs for knocking the Beatles. other of God's creatures . . . Nobody is, was, or Fugitive is still running. Or re-running. She has me all wrong. I love the Beatles. I have ever could be, as sick as a man with a cold". : It's now 10.30. Time to get cracking. But maybe I'll just answer a few letters, to get in the writing mood. There's nothing that cheers me up and in- spires me like reading the warm and friendly notes from column readers. ARR Rel AR SLO to, in self-preservation, or I'd go slavering mad every time I drive the car with my kids in it.' " Let's sce. Here's a letter addressed to me, by Gwen Saretsky. Good old Gwen. She must really like my column, She's written about 1,000 words. There's a' lot more in the same vein, so well writ- ten it's like listening to my own wife. But I have- n't time to sympahize with Mr. Saretsky right now. I have a column to write. | --Toronto Telegram News Service