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AT ee ™ oid + Na a HAE I SP 7 Bw lg I -- A Pp ra RG or 3 EES te aa "es = Ee i BA 1 . R Woh Rt AL ut Ch BT oe ot \ NEE YE \ ROA 4 5. LERDSER RR SEA FH SCART SHIH FCPS SY STS LN HONS VINEE VEE LAR VUFLAP AGRE J \- t 4 - PORT PERRY STAR, Thursday, Sept. 16th, 1965 POPP PP POPOV OOOO Port Perry Star Co. Limited | Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas > ] SO Aa aaa aa WM T. HARRISON A Editor > Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Assoc. @ P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher 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 $3.00 per yr., Elsewhere, $4.60 per yr. Single Copy 10¢ 4 ® AA a a a a oa a WOOO VOY VOU VY VOUT DOOO® la ag SPO DP ODD a o> & O Aaa at 4 AA Y Champs, We're Proud of You! It was the combination of good coaching, hard train- ing, and the will to win, which brought Port Perry a championship team back from Woodstock Saturday night. After three years of building up a good softball team, the climax was reached Saturday when the Legion Squirts returned with the All-Ontario Championship crown and the coveted Lauria Motors trophy. In the final game the local boys deafeated the Galt Legion Squirts 6 to 1, who have won the championship for four consecutive years. During the past three years the team has played ex- cellent ball, but just not good enough to win the climax of a ball player's dream, an All-Ontario Championship. Although the boys themselves must be credited with the largest share, it would not have been possible without the help of others. Assistance has come from various interested persons, but without the enthusiasm of the coaches, Jim Irvine and Gary Evans, who for the love of the boys and the game have spent numerous hours inspiring and drilling the members into a championship team. Much credit also goes to Vin Walker, the team man- ager, who as well, has devoted much time in building the team to its present fine standing. A very important factor in the success of the team has been the Port Perry Branch of the Royal Canadian - Legion. This organization has shown a great deal of interest in the team and has repeatedly given support both financially and morally. There are no doubt many other interested persons who in some way have contributed time and money, but space in this column would not permit mention of these. Compliments go out to the members of Port Perry Fire Brigade who turned out Saturday night, giving the voung champs the thrill of their life, by taking them all for a ride around town on top of the big fire truck. The Port Perry Star on behalf of its readers, takes the liberty of extending hearty congratulations to the team, and anyone who contributed in some way to make the All-Ontario Championship possible. * * * The Physiologists say that if seven people meet a man walking and each tells him that he is looking poorly and that he ought to be in hospital, it is highly likely that the man will be sick in no time. He may have been feel- ing rather chipper up to the moment when his friends expressed their commiseration. Something similar may be happening in the recent surveys of the problem of poverty in Canada. An official of the Canadian Welfare Council told a group in Edmon- ton recently that some people who would be called poor on the basis of their annual incomes don't consider them- selves badly off. But rather soon they will be told that ASR J LLANE PY RLS NEY a aA VURAL es 3 MTR TILIN A ANTRAL Oh NE PAE AS Ie E YQ HIE LW any "The seriousness of your condition is » NN S>® 4 POD OS® O® AA AES > SOOO® od ord A Aa al REMEMBER WHEN? 50 YEARS AGO Wednesday, Sept. 15th, 1915 Mr. R. M. Holtby won two prizes on his Holstein Cattle at Toronto Exhibition -- 2nd on Senior yearling heifer, de- feating the heifer that won the Grand Championship last year. His exhibit also cap- tured 6th prize on Junior Bull calf. Mr. E. Olson, who lately entered the employment of Mr. Orval Byers in his drug- store, has returned to Saska- toon to enlist with the over- seas contingent. Lieut. - Colonel Edgar is enjoying a brief furlough in Port Perry, while he is re- covering from a number of wounds which he received while fighting at Festubert. they are badly off and likely will begin to bolioye it 25 YEARS AGO Thurs., September 12, 1940 Gnr. Albert Snowdon of the R.C.A. and Pte. Carl Hanson of the 48th High- landers spent the week-end with their parents, PROSPECT--School open- ed last Tuesday with Miss Jean McDonald of Epsom as teacher. Greenbank -- Mr. Frances Williams has secured a job with the Goodyear Rubber Co., at Bowmanville, and is moving his family to Hamp- ton this week. Fresh Baking Daily--Fruit Loaves 12¢. each, Tarts 25c. a dozen, Cookies 15¢. dozen. TEN YEARS AGO "Thurs, Sept. 15th, 1955 Mrs. Reg. Boundy, Port Perry was the winner of the First Prize in the C.N.E. Special Baking Competition for her lemon filled sponge roll. The Canadian Boating Fe- deration dropped in at the Port Perry Yacht Club this week-end with about 80 rac- ing outfits with it, looking for a place to hold the speed boat races that were post- poned Saturday at the CNE because of the great Lums- den swim and the bad wea- ther. In a matter of minutes the stage was set for two days of boat racing to be squeezed into one afternoon. By BILL SUGAR and SPICE FAREWELL TO A FRIEND After a couple of thousand miles of traveling, there's nothing so delightful as to sit in one's own backyard and contemplate the folly of the world. And that's what I'm doing right now. Two kittens are tight-rope-walking the back fence, as grave and cautious as Blondin crossing Niagara Falls. They have survived the attentions of Wilson, our two-year-old neighbor, who has a utilitarian approach to picking up cats: ears, tail, stomach-fur, or whatever's nearest. The garage sits there, brooding. When summer began, it was a faded blue. Kim began painting it as a school project. It is now two-tone, half faded blue, half dazzling green, Peering through the picket fence on the left are the Little Horrors. There are five of them. I'll swear they're all the same age, about two and a half. They lurk like Indians watching a wagon train. The minute we léave the place even to go shopping, they bat down the loose board in the fence and sack the place. They use our lawn chairs as trampolines and the picnic table for mountain climbing, dismantle my power mower and employ our hose to squech civil demonstrators among each other. Across the street, where there are two teen-agers, swirls the daily ballet, a kaleidoscope of sound and coor. Kids arriving and departing; swim suits and shorts and pyjamas; motorbikes and sports cars, tennis rackets and golf clubs and footballs. From the great oaks spreading over the house drop the acorns, thumping the ground with a gentle irregular rhythm. Two lazy pigeons have found an old starlings' nest under our eaves and are squashed in there, purling their throaty growl. The lawn sprinkler is turned off, but there's a dribble from it, and a young robin is revelling in a shower, doing everything but soaping his armpits. Up a maple tree, twice around the trunk, along the hydro wire, jump to the cedar, leap to the vine, scrabble up the side of the house and straight into my attic, lickety-split, hurtle two black squirrels. Object, either love or war. Backyard smells: new-cut grass on the lawn; fresh-washed sheets on the line; cedar and spruce from the trees; and, gently stealing through the back door, the excruciating waft of coffee. Color everywhere. Six shades of green in spruce and. cedar, elm and oak, maple and walnut. Vivid splash of tiger lilies. Yellow sun dappling trees and patching grass, One delicate pink rose and pale mauve of phlox. Gay striped lawn chairs. And what more pleasant place to look back over the pattern of summer. Early-morning golf with dew-thick carpet underfoot and air like champagne. Beach afternoons: warm, silky sand and hot sun, the world a million miles away; water like cool silver. Home for cold beer, barbecued steak, new, little potatoes and juice-spurting corn. Luxury of boat cruise abruptly changed to rough- ing it in a tent. Tense long-distance phone calls from remote outposts to Jearn whether son had passed his year. Huge relief to learn that he had done well. Sunday jaunts to visit daughter at camp, going with great gobs of goodies, sitting around for two hours trying to think of something to talk about, returning with load of scummy camp clothes to wash. } Son claiming an 18-year-old can get along on four hours sleep, and trying to prove it. Daughter bust- ing out all over, as fourteens are wont to do. Wife like cat with cream because I haven't been away from her side for more than four hours all sumnter. Father promising to write a book, and barely able to find time to write a column. Goodbye, Summer, you seductress. There'll never be another like you. on «7