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Port Perry Star (1907-), 30 Sep 1965, p. 4

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| | | 4 -- PORT PERRY STAR, Thursday, Sept. 30th, 1965 Port Perry Star Co. Limited Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas NY VON PVN SOPOT WM. T. HARRISON 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. Authdrized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash. Subscription Rates: In Canada $8.00 per yr., Elsewhere, $4.50 per yr. Single Copy 10¢ 0000000 LAEEEAAHELEALLAALAHLHLLE. OOOO EOE lll ood ol bol isos VOU IOVIVIOIIOPIIIIPIIOIIIIOOOO0ONOOOP VO WVU YYYI CVV VVVVVIVOOOOOPOOO00000000@ CVV VVIITITITOITTTTTOTTTIIOTIOTIIIOOTOTIIIIIOOIOOP Suggests Motorcycle Training Course The increase of low-powered motorcycles in North America during the past year has almost amounted to an "explosion". Whole cargoes of new vehicles have been sold before the ships dock. Observers believe that this is not a short-lived "fad", but may be the beginning of a quiet revolutionvin econo- mical transportation for young people and other low-in- come groups. Considerable problems involving licencing and safety will follow as two-wheeled traffic becomes denser. The Ontario Government is drafting new regulations to apply to motorcycling, though details have not yet been made public. able than someone in a car. But there is another side to the safety story. Some police officials would rather gee a show-off driver on a law-power motorcycle than at the wheel of a 200-horse power jalopy. "We have already noticed a decrease in the number of jalopies in Toronto, especially in the neighbourhood of high schools", says Inspector Charles Pearsall. "It's happy days as far as we are concerned ,to see low-speed motorcycles replacing these $50 death traps". These were some of the points that emerged from a one-day seminar conducted by the Ontario Safety League. Participants in an open discussion on the implications of the rapid increase in motorcycling were senior officials of the Ontario Department of Transport, the O.P.P., Metro 'Toronto Police, and industry representatives. The bulk of the seminar consisted of lectures and 'demonstrations by Dr. Harry Fletcher, safety education specialist on the staff of Penn State University, to a group of motorcycle dealers. There are few, if any, motorcycle training facilities available to the public in the province. A beginner usu- ally gets a 90-day permit and takes to the roads with only such instruction as the dealer voluntarily gives him after the sale. Nobody concerned believes that some specialized in- struction for dealers is a complete answer to the difficult problem of training the flood of new motorcycle riders coming on to Ontario roads. OSL General Manager, Fred H. Ellis, believes that the most practical approach for the immediate future would be for commercial driving schools to undertake motorcycling instruction, so that any intend- ing rider willing to pay for lessons could get as much specialized teaching as he needed to take to the roads in confidence. Accordingly, the League is considering offering a special course for driving school instructors who are interested in getting into this new field. & REMEMBER WHEN? FIFTY YEARS AGO Wednesday, Sept. 29, 19165 The Port Perry wharf which has been -under con- struction is now completed, and has been approved by the Government Inspector. Mg. C. I. Vickery who super- vised the work gave the fol- lowing figures as to the ma- terial used. 4405 bags ce- ment, 381 loads of gravel, and 958 loads of stone. Miss Norah McLean left for Toronto on Wednesday to attend the Faculty of Educa- tion. Mr. Wesley Wells has re- turned to his home in Bea- verton, where he has accept- ed a position in the Beaver- ton Express. Tea TE 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 26th, 1940 Rev. William Stocks, for- merly of Hastings, has as- sumed the Rectorship' of the Church of the Ascension, re- placing Rev. J. G. Clough. Prospect -- Webster Bros. and Smith Bros. secured se- veral first prizes on their cattle at Lindsay Fair last week. On Friday evening the Port Perry Lions Club will hold a "Scavenger Hunt". Anyone wishing to take part meet at the club house at 8.00 o'clock. Dancing at Caesarea later. "TEN YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 1st, 1955 Scugog -- Miss Sondra James leaves at the begin- ning of next week to begin her training at the Oshawa School of Nursing. : Mrs. R. Davis has arrived safely at her home in Vene- zulla, S.A. after spending some time with her parents Mr. and Mrs. R. W. Brigham, Port Perry. In the Ontario Minor La- crosse Lakeshore League Brooklin Bantams overran Alderwood to the tune of 17- 2 in a Bantam Lacrosse tilt in Brooklin last week. Mur- ray Ross and Gord Holliday set the pace for the Brook- lin marksmen, each scoring four goals. By BILL SMILEY AND SUDDENLY IT'S FALL No matter how busy the summer has been, each year the wildly accelerating pace of life in autumn comes as a jolt. One is not eased, but hurled, back into the rat-race. First shock, akin to diving off an ice-floe in the vicinity of Greenland, is the re-opening of school. It's exciting for the kids, exhausting for parents, and pure chaos for the teacher. One day it's Labor Day. Calm, competent, re- laxed, the teacher potters about the long, silent, fresh-waxed halls of the school, picking up his mail and planning an afternoon round of golf. The next day, he is just another ant in an ant- hill. He is buffeted in the halls by a maelstrom of students. He frantically makes class 'lists, sells padlocks, fills out forms. He directs weeping grade- niners who are lost, or can't remember the combina- tion of their lockers. He comforts near-weeping new teachers who don't know what to do, nor why, nor where, nor when. Just to add to the general jollity this fall at our school, we went on a double shift. Our team com- mences classes at 8 a.m. This means hitting the deck at: 6.30 or earlier. Pull a teenager out of bed at 6.30 and you have a surly teenager. Pull a teacher out of bed ditto and you have a ditto teach- er. It's had enough these fine autumn mornings, but there'll be murder done by mid-winter. But school is only part of autumn's rude awaken- ing. There is the despair that strikes when you read a list of the "new" television shows and dis- cover that not a single tree or shrub has been planted in the wasteland of last year's TV. Bills sprut like thistles in autumn. There's the remains of last winter's fuel bill, with "PLEASE" typed in red. There's the notice of the mortgage payment. There's the one, entitled "Last warn- ing," from the guy who sodded the bald spot on your lawn last June. There's the first instalment of music lessons. There's the note from your friendly bank manager. And this fall the thistles are longer and sharper than ever around our place, with a kid heading for university. We figured out that he will need ap- proximately as much money this year as my old man used to raise a family of five on. Hugh's idea of helping out with finances was to take off in mid- Septbmber with my best jacket, all my sox without holes, and every shirt of mine without frayed cuffs --both of them. Meetings galore. There's the notice of the curl- ing club meeting, at which "We will discuss the advisability of raising the fees." They were raised. There's the notice from the Library Board for the first fall meeting, at which the Property Committee (guess who's chairman) will present its report. There's a reminder that the speech I offered to make, last June, will be presented in 10 days. There's the memo about the staff meeting at 7 a.m. There's the advice that my resignation as teacher of the Bible Class has been ignored, and classes commence on Sunday. In between, the lawn has grown four inches, the hedge looks like a beatnik and the leaves are fall- ing. The squirrels are back in the attic, the garage is still half-painted, and my daughter, in a month at camp, has busted out of all her clothes. Oh well, "Life is the life," as Kim once remarked sagely, age six. There have been a couple of bright spots. I have a new English teacher on my crew who would have given Cleopatra a run for Mark Antony, And there was the Old Fighter Pilots' reunion in mid-September. They tried to ruin it this year by having wives along. But most of the boys ignored this and turned up stag. And those who didn't were wishing they had! --Toronto Telegram News Service

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