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tT Sr a : a TL: PN) Et? pe @ ? ES ey ~ Editorial Comments agon papers and general closed door, restricted session, tiality. reporter ousted from one of recently. and Whitehouse circles. tyranny. ion of a free local press? arguments. confidential. that allows closed meetings. abide by the council's ruling. A third stipulation of the policy goes that the reporter must stay if other media represent- atives stay. Stay, that is, without agreeing to the restriction. Gotcha. Coming or going. Council, then, 'has two alternatives. all reporters and make other press represent- atives live by a rule demanded by the Examiner, or eject the square peg. Confidential cap From these days of post waterate, bon. political emerges the gung-ho journalist, a rip-roaring reporter who peeks into all the closets and tramples to death all the closet bugs. help the politician or civil servant who suggests a or confiden- Yet that's just what happened when Cobourg: town council had a Peterborough Examiner its meetings Physically led out, mind you, by a police escort. Dramatics rare outside Hollywood Horrors. Secret meetings, strangulation of the press. SS. Gestapo. Watergate. The outraged cry has been taken up by such other papers such as the Oshawa Times, which thanks reporter Ed Arnold for his stand against such obvious The young reporter, of course, represents everything that's right about today's deeply insighted, superbly informed, and conscientious press. Or is it a trick, exaggeration, or publicity stunt the press so openly condemns. i Is Cobourg actually perpetrating the destruct- The facts have been lost in all the high-minded Fact is, the council offered to the press that they stay at a meeting where they could easily, under law, be kept out. The ruling is a common one. For their own information and background, reporters are allowed in as long as they agree not to report what council feels is If that's a crime, repeal the law Would that be the only stipulation of the policy, there would be no problem. The real difficulty lies in the fact that it is self-explosive. Although the reporter is instructed to leave such a meeting, that stipulation is not binding on other press representatives, who may wish to (continued on page 14) ers strust, Heaven NY ! -. AND FOR THE SKILL-TESTING QUESTION. .. How ABOUT... WhiAT cOVERNMENT WOULD RE-ELECT FOR FEARLESS LEADERSHIR, SCUND PLANNING AND RESPONSIVENES 70 PE(CIPLES WANTS 2 " Remember When a 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 12, 1925 At a County Council meet- ing a by-law was passed appointing the following county valuators for 1925, A. McMillan, Reach; John Forgie, Pickering; .and Peter Gilchrist of Mara. ..Mr. James Frise, cartoon- ist of the Star staff, Toronto, spent the weekend in Port Perry visiting his mother. At the Port Perry Board of Education meeting, Mr. Grant Christie was nomin- ated to the Advisory Board on Agriculture. In Scugog Township this year, there were three schools - operating, employ- ing three teachers. Regis- tered attendance was 98, Kick out with an average of 62, or a percentage of 63. Mr. Geo. and Ted Jackson were the auctioneers at the Victoria County Shorthorn Association sale held in Lindsay. The stock being very young under 11 months brought an average of $72.50 per animal. The highest priced bull was $127.50. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 9, 1950 At the annual Boby Burns supper sponsored by the Fireside Club, Port Perry and under the leadership of the President Mrs. J. Dymond, Piper Sandy Williamson, in full regalia, piped in the haggis, borne aloft by Rev. John Riddell. "Port Perry, Mrs. Jessie Hope won the prize for the longest Scot in Canada. At the annual meeting of Reach and Scugog Agricultural Society this year, Mr. Fred Christie was elected president, with Armour McMillan as vice- president. The unemployed figures for January this year stood at 326,000. Free x-ray tests for tuber- culosis were given to the students at Port Perry High School. . Miss Lois Jeffrey and Miss Peggy McCullough of Port Perry received their nurses caps at the Oshawa General Hospital. A grocery store and house owned and operated by Alexander Garrett, Ux- bridge, was completely gut- ted by fire. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 11, 1960 For the first time in the history of the Port Perry Police Department, a new car was purchased. Reeve -J. J. Gibson presented the keys to Chief Cameron while the other members of council, Robert Kenny, Irving Boyd, and Tom Harris were present during the delivery of the car. Cartwright Council opened seven tenders for the posit- ion of assessor and accepted the tender from Earl Dor- rell, Blackstock, in the amount of $900. (continued on page 14) Bill Smiley Liberation my armpit This, apparently, is Women's Liberation Year, or something of the sort. So be it. Aren't you getting a little sick of it all? I mean you, and I don't care whether you're a man or a woman or a hermaphrodite. Don't worry chaps; I am not afraid. I have a northern hideout, an old atom bomb shelter, with three women laid on: one to bathe me, one to dress me, and one to cook for me. So I'm going to say exactly what I want to, and let the chippies fall where they may. First, I take a look at my own family, to see which women need liberating. Answer? Zero. My wife needs liberating like I need a kick in the groin. Ever since I met her, she has been, not removing her chains, but applying mine. I clank when I walk. She doesn't need to be liberated. She needs to be tied up. She has made it quite clear that she is: smarter than I about everything from making out the income tax return to screwing in a light bulb; better looking than I (and all we have to do is look in a mirror); more artistic than I (she's always frigging with the color thing on the television while I bellow 'I don't care if it's all purple, shut up and watch the pro- gram'); and in better shape than I. T always concede the last-named without a fight. 1 invariably say, "Boy, I could never scrub the kitchen in half an hour, like you. Dear. It would probably take me half the after- noon." And I'm right. So there's no conflict of interest there. She also has a joint account, the house is in her name, the car is in her name, and if I dropped dead tomorrow, she'd have so much insurance she could give Jackie Onassis a run for her money. Liberation my armpit! My daughter is in the same boat, or category. She alternately bullies and wheedles her father and her husband. She takes nothin' offa nobody, especially male cops. She is in a career course, and she is using, or kicking out of the way, every male who stands in her path. With.one exception. she is being used and pushed around by the only male who could do it, her year-old, - walking son, Pokey. And there is the only hope I see for the future of the male. Looking further afield, I remember two dames who were so liberated you wondered who was wearing the pants in the family, in both cases. ' One was my mother. She called the shots in our family from the time she put on her wedding ring. She decided which of the kids would be licked, and she did the licking. She decided what speed my dad should drive at. She pulled us through the Depression. My dad was a sweet, gentle chap like myself and always sat in the rumble seat on each new family enterprise. My mother-in-law was the same. With a combination of tempers, tirades and tears, she made my father-in-law walk on eggs until he didn't feel comfortable unless he had an egg underfoot. ~ Ditto with my sisters and sisters-in-law. They bully and needle and haggle their men unmercifully. They continually make them feel that they (the women) had poor luck in the draw, and make veiled ana usualy i imaginery references to the great chances they had to marry someone worthwhile, who turned out to be somebody. And this phenomenon is not something new, something of the 20th century. Queen Boadicea, if anyone remembers her, had a great time smashing up Roman legions until she died of an overdose of woad. Lady Macbeth was no shrinking, unliber- ated violet. She was more of a shrieking, liberated violent. Queen Elizabeth 1 diddled her would-be lovers for years and ran a growing empire with a velvet glove in an iron fist. Madame de Pompadour literally ran the French empire in the days of the 15th Louis, and she wasn't even married. Nobody is weeping over Jackie what-ever, who bounced from a U.S. president to a Greek billionaire. Nor are many tears shed over the way poor little, helpless Liz Taylor has been mistreated by five or six or seven husbands. Of course, all these women had charm, and drive, or both, and weren't too much concerned about the cost of hamburg. That's what the Women's Lib is going to hit me with, among other things. One last example. I know a lot of women teachers. You thing they need liberation? Like hell. They smoke and drink and swear like sailors and swagger around in comfort- able pant suits while the men strangle in shirts and ties. And the real clincher is that they make as much money as men, and frequently more. Top administrative jobs are open to them. They. don't want them. Why? Not because they can't handle them. Most of them would do a better job than the dim-witted males who now inhabit these posts. No. It's because they don't want to give up their feminine perks: staying home for two days with sniffle; shooting off to the hair-dresser once a week; breaking into tears when everything be- comes Too Much For Me. I have always treated a woman as a woman first and a person second. I have used the same treatment with old men and little kids. If I have to start treating women as people first and women second, I know who is going to complain the loudest. The wonien. And the second loudest complaint will be from yours truly. It will destroy all the mystery and glamor and excitement which are the only things that make life worthwhile. Men, rally around. For years, both sexes have been equal, but women have been more equal than men. Now, all they want to do is widen the gap. Some of my best friends have been women, but how would you like your son to marry one? . I once started a national campaign for PORT (Parents of Rotten Kids). It was fairly successful. Once more I appeal. Last time most of the joiners were women. This time, I want the men of Canada to stand up and be counted as members of my new organization. Don't nobody be scared. It will be called: Independence. MAFIA! The Argyle Syndicate 1.d. Men! Attack Female Anonymously. In short, ne --