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Make the name Durham Municipal politics, in this day and age, is looked on a school for politically ambitious types who may be considering running for, "higher office." That is why our new regional councillors will have to put their hands and ask the teacher (in this case the Ontario Municipal Board) for permission to do anything more important than leaving the room. Your editor is sure that all those people who have announced that they will seek office October Ist have already been told patronizingly by the "higher ups' in their various political parties that, "that is a good way to start.' | certainly heard it enough when | ran some time ago. The most important item on the ballot October 1 will be the plebisite on a name for the region. Council members will last three years at the most before we get a chance to replace them, but - the name will stick forever. In view of that fact, and the preivously stated opinion that the councillors won't have a chance to do much harm anyway, it seems imperitive that we concentrate on picking the correct name. Oshawa? Pickering? McLaughlin? Yetch! No matter what else confuses you on the ballot, which promises to be slightly more involved than your income tax form, do not become mixed up about the name part of your voting. The Region of Durham. Is there anyplace you'd rather be? Ontario Perfect Police The Ontario Provincial Police has issued a card to all its policemen outlining guidelines to show officers what, when and how they should tell the press. The guidelines are excellent. The relationship between the press and the police has always been a delicate one. A policeman must protect the person arrested on the grounds that he is innocent until proven otherwise, and he must protect the victims of crime and tragedy. He can not reasonably be expected to hamper future investigations by disclosing detective techniques unnecessarily. On the other hand the victim has the right to have the public, through the press, watch how he is treated so he is assured of a fair public investigation and trial. In some areas police treat the press as if it was none of the public's business what the police do to whom. Some of our neighbouring town newspapers complain often about the uncooper- ative attitude of York Regional Police, and our experience with them has not inspired confidence. In Toronto police are not only totally uncoopera- tive. In some instances they harass certain newspapers or reporters. We can be proud of the Ontario Provincial Police who patrol the Port Perry area. The new O.P.P. guidelines are nearly perfect. | WE LIKED THE FAIR A reader writes in a letter to the editor about the rip offs at this year's Port Perry Fair. Everyone expects to be overcharged and shortchanged. It is almost part of the fun. It is hardly a thing to complain about. A PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited oN oer, S RtsNM] 3 & CNA = (0m) : | on <a Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher BRUCE ARNOLD, Editor WM. T. HARRISON, J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Plant Manager Advertising Manager Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday 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 Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rete: In Canada $6.00 per year. Elsewhere $8.50 per year. Single Copy 15¢ kn aa o Sh A NG OF MILK, t A LOAF OF BREAD -- AND JHOU, BESIDE ME SINGING IN THE WILDERNESS 7 BILL MILEY THEY'RE ROBBING ME FOR LOUSY COFFEE BUT I LOVE THE PLACE Travelling is tiring. It's eleven o'clock in the morning, a perfect day with tempera- ture in the 80's, and any self-respecting tourist should be out stomping around looking at a castle or something. But my wife is on the bed having a snooze, and I myself am almost relieved that have to wire a column and don't have to get out there and tromp. About tromping. If you're going to do Britain, bring along your oldest, most comfortable pair of shoes. That noise you hear in the background is the barking of thousands of tourists' dogs as the furriners wearily climb yet another flight of stone steps. We're in the middle of a heat wave here in Chester. Back home it would be just pleasant beach weather, but the Brits, who suffer stoically through the normal rigours of their windy, rainy isle, can't take the heat. This morning's newspaper reports that millions are fleeing to the beaches, that resort hotels are jammed, that the sale of deodorants is booming, and that it is expected there will be ten million cars on the roads this weekend. Thank goodness we're not touring by car. Highways are completely inadequate for the volume of traffic. The cars are piled up in hundreds, about twenty feet apart, and when something happens, there are usually four or five cars involved. An Englishman on the train told me that *"The trouble with England is that we never do anything until our backs are to the wall." He was commenting on those same highways, which were built for the traffic of twenty years ago, with no thought of the future. Well, that's the way they've gone into every war, twenty years behind the times, but they've managed to muddle through, so far. : Speaking of wars, it is driven home to the tourist, through innumerable plaques in castles and cathedrals and other public places, what a tremendous toll of British blood was taken in the two great wars. One plaque in the Castle in Edinburg reveals that one Scottish regiment lost -nearly 700 officers and almost 8,000 other ranks in World War I. Edinburg Castle is a fascinating place. My friend Dick Whittington, a history buff, would go right out of his mind and would have to be dragged away by the con- stabulary when he saw the magnificent displays of ancient and honorable uniforms, coats of arms, weapons and such. UGAR ano Serice But I think he might turn purple with outrage had he seen us eating Chinese food up there on the great broading Castle Rock. Even I had an uneasy feeling that William Wallace and Robert the Bruce would be rolling in their graves as I chomped my chow mein on the massive rock where heroic deeds were done and the course of history changed. Chinese restaurants are common here, but I don't think their food is as good as that in Canada, on the whole. I detest the stuff, but my wife loves it, so I wind up hacking at an egg roll when I'd rather be getting into some Dover sole. Food prices here are a little lower than at home, but not much. There are thousands of tatty little restaurants, something like our 'greasy spoons." Poor food badly cooked, litter everywhere, and sloppy service. } At the other end of the stick are the classy joints: excellent food beautifully cooked, elegant surroundings and four / waiters hovering. But you'd better be well fixed with travellers' cheques if you wander into one of them. There's not too much in between, though most hotels, even small ones, serve a decent dinner for about four dollars. Bars have sandwiches, and the good pubs have hot and cold lunches. : Something that irritates me no end is the coffee racket. You are served an enormous three-course dinner, so lavish you can eat only half of it. Then the robbers want eleven or twelve pence for a cup of coffee. Even though I'm dying for coffee, and the meal itself was reasonable in price, that bit of Scottish blood inrme makes me refuse to pay about thirty cents for a cup of the worst coffee in the world. That's about the only thing that annoys me, and it's childish on my part. Generally, the English and Scots we've come in contact with are the soul of courtesy and friendliness. We've not had a single unplea- sant incident, though I must admit that the natives have a penchant for doing most things backwards. Example. In London, I booked a room in an Edinburgh hotel. I paid the agent the' full price for two nights in the hotel. The hotel turned out to be the worst one north of the Tweed, but that's another story. 0.K. Checking out of the Edinburg hotel, I asked for a receipt. They wouldn't give me one. "But I've paid for the room," I expostu- lated. "Na, na, sorr, we canna gie ye a rrreceipt because ye havena' gien us any monny. We hae only the voucher." I protested vehemently but came up 'against that indomitable Scottish spirit that has held the thin red line so many times, and had to retreat in disarray. Up the Scots! Meanwhile, it's time for ahalf of bitter and a crack at Chester's Roman wall. Haven't walked it for thirty years. Thursday, 50 YEARS AGO Sept. 6, 1923 Upwards of 900 acres have been purchased in the sandy land south of Uxbridge by an' oil company which has been formed in Toronto. The com- pany expects to mine coal from the area as well as drilling for oil. Misses Madeline Vallant, Blanche Hodgson, Hazel Grose and Master Lloyd Thompson, Raglan area are attending Oshawa High School this year. The Sandford Store was robbed of $70. last Saturday night when a stranger con- fronted Mr. W.A. Walker with a revolver and de- manded the money. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 9, 1948 Miss E. Audrey Kent, Port Pery, received a total of 74 points out of 90 when show- ing her "Aristocrat" Angora Rabbits at the C.N.E. Miss Kent won 5 firsts, 3 seconds and 2 thirds as well as 9 special awards. School opened this week on Scugog Island with Miss Nettie Menchuk at the Head School, Miss Amme Meln- chuk at the Centre School, and Miss Trenton at the Foot School. The Senior and Grand Championship on bulls was awarded to Mr. G. Walker and Son, Port Perry during the Black and White Show at the Fair-on Monday. Grand Championship for female classes went to Elmcroft Farms, Oshawa. Misses Donna Crosier, Noreen McMillan and Edith Stone have gone to Oshawa to commence their nurses' training in Oshawa General Hospital. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 4, 1958 There is an increased enrolment this school year at the 14 room Port Perry Public. School. Principal of the school, R.H. Cornish reports a total enrolment of 433. Port Perry Merchants emerged as Eastern Ontario (continued on page 20) Humphrey of ®