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RAPE Ar AT Le Ta i x CC rn I tI II oi Safe Sailing Every summer thousands of boat owners take to Ontario's lakes and rivers. Every conceivable craft from rowboats and canoes to 40 foot yachts take advantage of the miles of waterways in this province. Unfortunately, some of our land-based pollu- tion problems get transported onto the water. Here are a few hints for you, the boater, to ensure that the waterway you use remains clean. Don't litter. Any cans, bottles or wrappers that go out in your boat should be taken back to shore for proper disposal. Debris thrown over- board is more than just an eyesore. It can be hazard to swimmers, water skiers and other boaters. Handle fuel and oil carefully. Fuel slops and spills should be avoided for your own safety as well as for the protection of water quality. A little bit of spilled fuel goes a long way. It makes a big ugly slick on the water. Take it easy. Running your power boat flat out continually makes a racket that others on the lake don't apreciate. It also burns up fuel and engines fast, and in some areas the wake from fast boats cause erosion problems. Slow down and make a few friends along the way. Protect your water supply. If you have a fresh water tank aboard, fill it only from an assured safe supply such as a municipal water system. If you have any doubts about your tank, sterilize it with one ounce of household bleach for every three gallons of water for at least 12 hours. Then flush it well with clean water. Remember. It's better to be safe than be sorry. Clear your channel. Underwater debris and weeds off your dock can lead to trouble. There are aquatic weed killers on the market, but the best bet for the small boat owner is still to get out in the water with a rake to clear the area. Nurse shortage The United Nations is alarmed over a world-wide nurse shortage -- so critical it is holding up health services delivery in both developed and under-developed countries. Yet in Britain some nurses work in striptease joints to supplement their meager wages. Right now Europe is short 50,000 nurses -- but poor nations are hardest hit. North America has a ratio of 50 nurses per 10,000 population; the Soviet Union, 41; Europe, 28.5 -- but Asia has only 5.5 and Latin America and the Caribbean limp along with a bare 2.3. A United Nations study found nurses dreadfully underpaid and under-valued with more deserting: the ranks than entering. Experts feel the traditional image of nurses associated with religious orders and charity, poverty and obedience must go. They want nurses to be independent, self-regulatory, ready to fight for their rights. Today's nurses must have more knowledge and skill, their training is longer, their hours unpredict- able, yet society values them less. While salaries in the medical profession soar, pay for nurses in many countries falls far below fledgling clerks and unskilled manual laborers. i In Canada shortages are defined by long waits for hospital beds and new medical wings being unable to open for lack of staff. The crisis will worsen unless nurses are given better pay and working conditions, higher social and economic status, collective bargaining and even the right to strike. (Contributed) !{ PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited (Q CNA Sa, § Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and A < "rn, A) A < (ole) = rey Cartwright Townships P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Advertising Manager Member of the Canadian Communily Newspaper Association Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Ascociation Published every Wednesday by the Part 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 Sars Lav ATY LR TREY PRL TRL aie wo \ POS) PANS CE ARETE DE FREER PIR THK PORN FCAPAREFE INAS Wet AFRESH FEAR SEAT BILL MILEY Single Copy 15¢ § . ITS BEEN A LONG, LONG TIME This column is going to be a little tough to write. No, there hasn't been a death in the family. Not Quite. But I wasn't too sure I wasn't going to bleed to death (through the eyes) when I tottered out of bed at seven this morning just two hours after tottering into bed. It was all that reading. My brother-in-law, Jack Buell. brought along on a visit some old high school football pictures, and we spent most of the night, barely stopping for food and drink deciphering the names under the photos. . There we were, in the late 1930's, looking so young and sweet and innocent it would make your eyes water. One picture was headed: Undefeated Champions of Lanark County. That was a great year, I reckon. Come on, now. How many of you have ever been on a team of Undefeated Champions of any- thing? We talked and laughed a lot as we identified long-forgotten faces and our wives muttered away contemptuously in the background. They thought we were behav- ing like a couple of schoolboys. We were. Right in the middle of the front row, holding ball, was Les Douglas, quarterback, and team captain. He wasn't a big guy, but he was solid bone, muscle and grit. He could always claw his way that extra five inches for a touchdown, through six hundred pounds of enemy flesh. He was a great hockey player, too. Make it to professional. But he was born twenty years too soon. There were just too many great hockey players in those days, and he didn't quite make the NHL, though he lead the American Hockey League in scoring for several seasons. Today, he'd be knocking off about $60,000 a year. Flanking him in the photo were Bob White and Tom Harper. Tom could run with the ball like a rabbit with six guys shooting at him. Bob White was my best friend, through high school. He wasn't huge, either, but when we needed a few yards, there was no question of who would get the ball. Bob would-take a plunge at anything the size of a doughnut hole, and always come up with the necessary yards. We all hated school, except for the sports, UGAR ano Serice but Bob White was bright. Today, he'd be going to college and becoming an engineer, or something equally useless. But in those days, there was no way. No students' loans, no grants, and dang few affluent parents. If you got a job in a factory, you were lucky. Last time I saw Bob was in London," England, during the war. It was in the lobby of the famous, or infamous, Strand Palace. He was checking out, I was checking in. Hello and goodbye. He had completed one tour of operations on bombers and was about to begin his second. On which he was killed. Beside Bob in the picture was Johnny Hogg. A nice guy, who was forced by his parents to maintain a much higher standard of intellectual and cultural life than the rest of us poolroom bums. He played the violin. He passed his subjects. He was a clean-liv- ing, good-looking lad, just the type you'd want for yourself, though he had a distressing habit of dropping crucial punts. As I heard it later, they found Johnny lying in a rubber dinghy in the Mediterann- ean. Dead. He'd been shot down, wounded, .parachuted, got into the dinghy, and died. Then there was Les Morris, a boy with a terrible home life, a terrible birthmark, and a personality to go with both. But he was also a terrible, terrifying tackler, who could hit a fancy-dancy halfback so hard that the guy didn't know he'd been amputated at the knees until he tried to stand up. And Norm Davis. He had the spyed of a gazelle, and the grace of a gnu. He didn't come back from the war either. There were quite a few more, but Old Jack, my brother-in-law and myself, didn't belabour the tragic theme. We laughed until we were purple in the face at all the things we had got away with, not all the things that had got away with so many of us. It was also nice to see our coaches, Earl Fleming, teacher, such a handsome young man I can't believe we called him 'Old Flem.' J.C. Cosgrove, 248 pounds of science teacher who could wipe two recalcitrant students off their stools with one hand as easily as 1 could wipe the dust off the window-sill, if such a silly thing ever occurred to me. As you can see, this has been a hard column to write. And probably a mighty difficult one to read. 50 Years Thursday, July 10, 1924 The meeting of School Trustees, was held in Brook- lin. In the re-organization that followed the program, the following officers were elected: President: S. Farmer-Por{§ Perry Vice Pres.: J. Richardson- Pickering Sec.'Trea.: Jno. Mark-Sea- grave. At the Town Council Meet- ing Reeve Figary was ap- pointed a delegate to attend the Good Roads Convention in Toronto. Constable Nes- bitt was granted a Leave of® Absence to attend the Con- vention of the Cheif Const- ables' Association. Mr. & Mrs. John Minty, of Winnepeg, former residents of Port Perry, passed through town for a visit on their way from thé Empire Exhibition. 25 years ago ® Thursday, July 7, 1949 Flight-Lt. John & Mrs. Buzz, who have been station- ed in Labrador, visited Port Perry & Mrs. Buzza's par- ents Mr. & Mrs. L.G. Hall. John A. Penwright won 1st prize, at the annual Rod & Gun Club Outing by catching a 5'% Ib. bass. Ernie Fisher caught the smallest bass. <% As the Port Perry Semi- Final Boys Baseball game get under way on Monday, the top 5 batters were De- Shane, Healey, Martyn, Har- per & McGill. 15 Years Ago Thursday, July 9, 1959 At the Port Perry Council meeting, Mr. R.J. Cameron,"® (Midland) was appointed new Police Sergeant for the (continued on page 6) a Lily