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4 - PORT PERRY STAR, Jato, Nov. 25th, 1965 Port Porry Shae Co Limited Serving Port Perry. Brooklin and Surrounding Areas P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher WM. T. HARRISON Editor Member of the Member of the Canadian Weekly Newspaper Assoc. Published every Thursday by The Port Perry Star Co. Ltd., Port Perry, Ontario. Newspaper Assoc. Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office 4 Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash. Subscription Rates: In Canada $3.00 per yr., Elsewhere, $4.50 per yr. Single Copy 10¢ A VN WAN BO > Bronce) & OOOO Ontario Weekly ¢ Bi POS a aa aly © © The Hometown Press Everything from doughnuts to dill pickles has been honoured at one time or another with special weeks and who can blame us if we are becoming blase about this method of drawing attention to the various aspects of our society to-day? At the same time, it will be a pity if abuse of this device ends its usefulness as a means of recognizing what is truly significant. We suggest that National Newspaper Week, recently observed, is among the most legitimate. More particularly, we would point the finger of approbation at the hometown weeklies that serve the nation so well. In an age when TV signals can be bounced off relay satellites to any point in the world and radio waves can be directed to hit stars many light years away, it is somehow reassuring to find the local editor still at his desk with his integrity and acceptance undiminished. A battered typewriter and a nose for news are all he needs to compete successfully with electronics and mass communiations. An anchor of common sense in the maelstrom of words, pictures, claims, charges and crisis that make up the glut of information upon which we are fed, the weekly editor and his newspaper bridge the gap between Main Street and Red Square. Who else cares about the winning chrysanthemum at the fall fair or whether or not the town hall should be painted green or red. Credibility is the weekly editor's hole-card and he gains this through his know- ledge of local affairs. Familiarity and respect are his hallmarks and these only add impact to his comments on the national and internatioal scene. The winds of change continue to sweep through our automated society and sentiment is no match for efficiency when the two come face to face. The men with ink in their veins have earned their important niche in the space age and the pastepot and scissors will continue as respected symbols of the times. --Winchester Press * LJ] * HIGHER INSURANCE RATES With regret, the Ontario Safety League quotes reports that car insurance rates will be raised again next vear. This is something that motorists have brought upon themselves. If drivers would use more care. accidents would be reduced and insurance costs would go down. Every insured motorist pays for every insured collision. However carefully you drive your- gelf, it is costing you money because your neighbour likes to drive above the speed limit, and keeps too close to the car ahead. Et BROS OSORNO HONK | ® POOOOOOODOD SOOO POPP REMEMB I 50 YEARS AGO November 24, 1915 The local merchants of Port Perry will sponsor a Christmas Fair concert at Davis' Drug Store. Tickets 8be. The Department of Agri- culture are putting on a six week course in Agriculture at Port Perry. They will also run a short course in Domestic Science for the girls. The course will be supplemented with lectures on poultry, bee keeping and other subjects. Values in Fashionable Furs ---Nobby Scarf of selected Persian Lamb--$16.00, Mili- tary Stole of black Persian Lamb -- $22.00, Large Pillow Muff--Persian Lamb, $25.00. Special Mattresses Prices --Regular value $6.00. This wesl only $4.95. HONK ! 25 YEARS AGO November 21, 1940 The Flag Officers and Members of the Port Perry Yacht Club are holding a Presentation Dance at the Port Perry High School. The eighty-fourth Anniver- sary of St. John's Presby- terian Church, Port Perry was marked by special ser- vices last Sunday. We are sorry to see Mr. & Mrs. T. A. Blight and family leave Port Perry. Mr. Blight has lately been ap- pointed foreman of the night shift in the composing room of the Oshawa Daily Times. Scugog--Rev F. G. Joblin and Messrs. C. L. Fralick, PF. Crozier, F. Gerrow, and J. Reader attended a special meeting in Bowmanville to hear Addresses given by the SSkaugre: on Mr. Tustle, SUGAR and SPICE THE DEADLIEST OF WARS HONKITY HONK ! Yair, 10 YEARS AGO November 24, 1958 .. At the Royal Winter Fair 1955, in the Aberdeen Angus Section of the 4-H beef calf club out of 63 entries, the 18t prize was won by Sinclair Robertson, R.R. 2, Port Perry and 2nd prize by Arthur Powell, Port Perry, R.R. 1. Margaret Cornish was Ine stalled Matron of Blue Ray Chapter #238, Eastern Star. Mr. J. L. Crane, Principal of Port Perry High School, has resigned his position and expects to begin new duties at Essex District High School in the New Year. The top Hereford in the 2 year old Heifer Class, went to Mr. Don Pugh, of Port Perry, in the sale of the Stars at the Royal Winter By BILL SMILEY There's a war in progress right now that will pro- duce more casualties than the two great world wars. It makes the current cold war look like a Sunday School picnic. It ic being fought in the home, in th schools, and in the streets, in every country in the world. The war I'm talking about is the war between youth and age. There has been no declaration of war, no single incident which has provoked hostili- ties. But the.fighting has begun, and its going to be a long, cruel destructive one before it ends, a war like no other the human race has seen. The tragic thing is that it is not based on hate, but on something closer to love, a complete lack of understanding with a wistful desire for it, on both sides It is not international or inter-racial war, but civil war, which makes it doubly frightening. In the front lires are not the children and the elderly. Thank goodness for that. No. The op- posing forces are the young adults, from about 16 to 25, on one side, and the no-longer-youthful adults, from 35 to 6b on the other. What, you may ask, about those between, from 26 to 367 They don't even know the war is on. Busy producing and rgising kids, they are blissfully unaware that they are producing reinforcements for the enemy they must face soon. The war was inevitable. For 5,000 years, the majors managed to keep the minors under their thum}B# Though a combination of guile, economic pressure and sheer numbers (infant mortality was high), the elders kept the young in check. They convinced them that age and wisdom were synonymous. They assured them that older men made better politicians, preachers, and generals. They kept the young from multiplying by feeding them cheerfully into the furnaces of whatever war was in progress at the. time. While the old boys stayed home and looked after the store. They refused to retire and It. the young move up. They urged security rather than seeking. They preached compromise rather than courage. They tried to smother every flame of idealism with the cold water of what they called "reality." Oh, the odd one broke through the blanket. Alex- ander the Great and William Pitt the younger, and Napoleon. But most of thm died young. And now, sad to relate, Dad, you and I are reap- ing the bitter rice. Young people think exactly what I thought when I was a young person: that every living soul over 40 is inevitably opposed to anything that is fun, frightening or flattering. Five thousand years of growing resentmen bursting forth in all directions. Thanks to m advances, they now out-number us. Thanks to economic prosperity, they live better than we evér: did. Thanks to the cowardly and conformist world we created for them ,they despise us. The hour is come, for them. And yon can't blame them wiih. We are against sex and liquor for minors, but think they're dandy for majors. We're against smoking, and puff our way straight into the oxygen tent. We tell them to be honest, and cheat on our income tax. We tell them to practise Christian charity, and rip our neighbors up the back. We urge them to be mature, and we bicker and squabble in front of them, over trifles. We tell them they have no initiative, and refuse to let them do anything that is not safe, sensible and sanitary. We throw up our hands in horror at their likes in dress and in music, at their popular heroes, at their natural desires. When they are polite, we grow pompous. When they are insolent, we grow furious. Yep, the war is on. Don't worry. I'm not a traitor. TI stick with the majors. I've always been a sucker for lost causes. And I have never vet left a sinking ship. --Toronto Telegram News Service