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------ 1) AR 74 ig on" es -------- Nixon is the man The three leading contenders for leadership of the Ontario Liberal Party were in the area last week and present leader Robert Nixon shot right through the middle of the extemists on either side of him to prove that he is still the best man to lead our Official Opposition. Norman Cafik presented himself as more of a lover than a fighter. He is not unhappy with the Nixon leadership, he said, and he does not wish to run against Mr. Davis or the Conservative party. In short, he has no urge to oppose. Eddie Sargent showed the instinct of a hungry lion and the delicacy of a love struck elephant as he clumsily lept for the juggler vein of every Tory in sight. With Mr. Sargent as leader the Liberals would become real fighters and losers. Mr. Nixon's theme was that public affairs are subject to change and today's lover may be called upon to be tomorrow's fighter. What the party needs, he seemed to imply, is a leader who can oppose with vigor when that is called for, and who could govern with level headness if given the opportunity). It is the job of the opposition leader to head a fight which embarrasses the government enough to make it explain, or at least alibi, its actions. Mr. Sargent would do that. Ruthlessly. However, the Official Opposition is still the party most likely to take over if Ontario ever gets sick of Conservative rule. Mr. Sargent is too agresssive, and too clumsy, to make the public think of him as a possible Premier. Mr. Nixon, as leader of the opposition, has brought the government to account more than once in the past. Most people in Ontario have confidence that he could run the Premier's office in a businesslike way if Davis was no longer wanted. It is no contest. When the Liberal Party looks for a leader this weekend it will find that it already has a good one. Nixon is the man. PORT PERRY STAR | Company Limited CASS 0 Say, (G CNA 2 (0unn) z oli NG oie <3 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 Rate: In Canada $6.00 per year. Elsewhere $8.50 per year. Single Copy 15¢ XY SACS NR ~ BILL MILEY Offer me a ticket to any exotic spot in the world, any October -- Rome, Paris, Athens, Rio, Tahiti -- and I'd turn it down flat. There could not be, anywhere on this globe, a finer place to be, in October, than Canada. , October has everything. Glorious golden days with the foliage flung across the land in such magnificence it's as though the Creator were chuckling, "I am far from dead. Just try to match this with your puny genius." Nights are remarkable. Cool enough for a sweater, but usually calm. Perfect for a stroll around the side streets of a small town, with the smell of burning leaves poignant on the soft air, and the spurt of orange flame as someone pokes up his fire, it's against the law to burn leaves, but such laws were not made for small towns, and are generally ignored. And why not? All the burning leaves in all the small towns of Canada wouldn't pollute the air as much as one hour on five per cent of the highways in Canada, with about a million stinking cars belching their bad breath. But October has something for everyone. The hunter is happy. He can squat in a blind until he's almost crippled, or lurch . through a swamp until he's almost on his last lurch. He may see nothing more than a - few late and lazy crows, or the starling heading south, but by George, he feels great when he gets home and tracks mud all over the house, and tears into that peanut butter sandwich his irate wife has left out for him. More intelligent hunte f course, will go after partridge, and prowt-along an old bush road in comfort. The most intelligent hunters will sit down in the sun, lean against the bole of a tree, have a perfectly relaxed nap, and go home with a good appetite and a clear conscience. Fishermen like October. They flog them- selves out of bed in order to hit the water at dawn. Every one of them has a lurking hunch that this morning he's going to hit that big rainbow. And he can stand there, shivering, in the misty morning, happy in the knowledge that none of the nuisance anglers of Opening Day will be fouling his line, scaring the fish. They're all home in For the sports fan, October is the zenith of the year. He might see almost nothing of his family for a month, but he's as happy as an idiot with an ice cream cone, sitting. in I said, "Carry on, kid." My wife bit her lip, her tongue and her fingernails, but kept silent. Every hour or so she couldn't stand it, and would sneak out, while Kim wasn't in the kitchen, and have a look. The turk just lay there, like a big dead bird. It was pretty obvious that the only process that was setting in was rigor mortis. But no interference with modern methods. The grand moment arrived, after cooking a nine-pound bird, practically a midget, for nine hours. UGAR ano Seice Her husband can't carve, so I did the honours. I like my steaks rare, but'I can't say I'm wild for rare turkey. I almost sprained my wrist on my first lice with the carving knife. Meat falling of the bones? I had to tear it off with pliers. But it was a great dinner. The stuffing was well and truly stuffed, the canned peas were exeptionally tender, and the white wine was bang on. ' There was only one catch. The kids had to get their bus right after dinner. That was Monday evening. My wife and I looked at the kitchen, looked at each other, and went to bed. We finished. doing the dishes Wednesday evening. 2 } front of the boob tube, wijdly switching channels as he tries to cli vse sandwich the height of the football season, the beginning of the hockey season, and the World Series. October is Thanksgiving. By some piece of uncanny good luck or good judgment, it usually turns out to be a beautiful weekend, "and this year's was nigh perfect, in these parts. "It's a grand occasion for closing up the cottage, or getting together with the family for a gorge of turkey and pumpkin pie, or just getting out into the country and counting the things you have to be thankful for. This year we had our daughter and her husband for the holiday. She insisted on . cooking the entire Thanksgiving dinner. And she insisted on using her method, which is known as slow roasting. This method 'keeps all the good of the turkey in, and when it's finished, it's so tender it just falls off the bones." End of quote. : You cook it for hours and hours at about 200 degrees, instead of the usual 325 or so. Many a turkey I've cooked in the normal fashion, and they always come out golden, meat falling off the bones. Gun safety Careless handling of guns at home, in camps, and while transporting them in motor vehicles or boats is the cause of a 'high percentage of firearm accidents. The Ontario Safety League claims this type of accident is inexcusable as the rules of safe gun handling under these circum- stances are explicit and, if followed, give complete protection. Never carry a loaded gun into a home, hunt camp or any dwelling. Ontario law requires all firearms to be empty of any ammunition while being transported by motor vehicle, powered boat, or other vehicle. A firearm should never be loaded until after arringing at the immediate scene of the hunt or under controlled conditions at a targe range or safe shooting area. Make safe gun handling a habit. and Mrs. Long, 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 25, 1923 Rev. Dr. Ramsey of Tor- onto was the guest speaker at the 55th Anniversary of the Port Perry Presbyterian Church. The new step in front of the rink was constructed by Mr. Clifford Jackson and 'Mr. Figary furnished the cement. Rev. A. McD. Haig and Mrs. Haig, Ashburn were in the city last week hearing the world famous bible student, Rev. Forbes Camp- bell. 25 YEARS A Thursday, October 28, 1948 The Blackstock Agricultu- ral Society Grounds . have undergone a face lifting with the land purchased from F. Bailey. _ Misses Yvonne and Ruth Somerville, Prospect, were guests at the Fields-Rosser church wedding in Toronto recently. Mrs. J.C. Whitby, Port . Perry, took a flying trip to Sault Ste. Marie recently to visit friends. . Mrs. T. Long left Friday evening for her home in England. Her ok Herbert Scugog accompanied her to Montreal. She has been in Canada three months 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 23 Police Chief Menzies was called to Queen Street to stop an argument between two residents of Reach- Township. More trouble re- sulted in the Provincial Police coming to his aid, and the men were arrested for disorderly conduct. Dr. J.A. McIntyre is build- ing a new home in Uxbridge and will be starting a medi- cal practise in the Uxbridge Port Perry area. The 101st anniversary services of the Ashburn Church were observed October 19th with David Patterson of Knox College, Toronto, as the guest speaker. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 24, 1963 Congratulations to Susanne MacMaster who received her Gold Cord from Mrs. Gerald Nelson, captain of the second Port Perry Guide Company.