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Editorial Comments Safety begins at home Next week is Child Safety Week, a good time for - all of us parents to realize that all the fuss about school bus safety, safe'school buses, and new laws to stop cars approaching school buses, is only half the battle. Safety begins at home, and there's no reason to believe that the careless youngsters become safety conscious on their way to school. School bus safety is a going concern in most areas--and perhaps has the highest potential for danger. It is nothing short of a miracle that the frequency of injuries, based on miles driven, is so low. The school bus driver must keep two eyes on the road and at the same time cope with a busload of youngsters. There's no time to lecture the young- ster about the hazards of wrestling in the aisle. That lecture must be delivered at home. OFY money well-spent Almost $100,000 in federal government funds has already been designated for 12 Opportunities for "Youth projects in the area, and there's i that more grants will follow. But before we take that annual negative stance about the coddling of young people, sponging off the AND NOW... THE PuNcH AnD Jpy SHow "OK, WHAJ'S GOING ON HERE 7 ~ NAN NNAn-. ndications Remember When. .? taxpayer, and the wasting of government money, it might be a good idea to just look a little deeper at the things the kids are doing. In Port Perry, a group of young people will promote theatre and music in a workshop-type project. A price tag of $7,000 is relatively cheap for the unique and ambitious project. For the people who will benefit from the project, discover new areas of interest and perhaps new ambitions, the experience would probably be worth much more than that. Some of the projects we've run across in the past years include helping senior citizens with jobs around the home, cleaning rivers, compiling local histories, running day car centres, and much more. The projects all have something in common. They encourage young people to get involved in the community, to see what is needed and do something about it. In that regard, most of us could learn a little. Extra hour of sun If it's extra hard getting out of bed Sunday morning, just 'grin and bear it." You'll get the lost hour back in the fall. Meanwhile, take advantage of the extra hour of daylight starting Sunday, April 27. Clocks go ahead to daylight savings time Sunday morning at 2:00 a.m. 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 23, 1925 fifty-sixth year. The Star quoted that Port Perry had lost one of the best municipal officers that had ever given themselves unstintedly in the .interest of the: community. Mr. N. Sweetman was ap- pointed acting Reeve of Port Perry during the vacancy of the Reeveship. = At the regular meeting of Cartwright council on a motion by Councillors Edger- ton and VanCamp, a new constable will be appointed. Misses Annie VanCamp, Elva Wright and Margaret Swain will attend the Girl's Conference in Guelph. They will represent the Victorian Women's Institute. . 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 20, 1950 The degree team of May- Reeve Figary dies in his belle Rebekah Lodge travel- led to Toronto to confer, the degree on candidates in Parkdale Lodge. On the following week, they were in Brooklin conferring the degree on members there. Howard Forder, one of Mr. Summer's Durham Club Boys of Blackstock, who won a trip to Chicago, gave a talk on his trip at a Junior Farmers meeting in Camp- bellcroft. The Vim and Vigor girls of Blackstock attended 'Achievement Day at Orono. Among those attending the Bach Festival in Toronto this week were Mrs. Florence McClintoch, Mrs. J. E. Jack- son, Mr. Alan Reesor and Mr. Robert Rowland. This year the ice went out of Lake Scugog on April 18. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 21, 1960 Mr. William Brock won the Bill Smiley Canada Council Fellowship award. The category under which Mr. Brock won the $2,000 prize is for Secondary School Teachers and Librarians. The Port Perry causeway isunder water, it has reached 30 inches at different spots and has been this way for almost a week. 'Mrs. F. McClintock and Mrs. J. E. Jackson were in Niagara Falls atteriding the Ontario Registered Music Teacher's Association con- vention. At the Cartwright council meeting a motion was passed that a grant of $100.00 be voted to the Cartwright Ball Club. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 22, 1965 Mr. Samuel Tummons was presented with his 50-year jewel by Mr. Arthur Burch at the Oddfellows dedication service of the Warriner Lodge Hall. 4H Homemaking Club held their Achievement Day at the Port Perry High School with one hundred and sixty in attendance. The Utica U.C.W.- officers that were installed this year were: President Mrs. Robert Thorndyke, Vice-Pres. Mrs. - Bert Mitchell, 'Rec. Sec'y. Mrs. Mervin Storie, Treas. Mrs. Bruce Miller. 90 Holstein Breeders 'attended a barn meeting at the farm of Mr. Roy Ormis- ton. Gerry Nelson was moderator for a panel discus- sion, as well as, arranging and conducting the meeting. Dale Hallett and David - Brown of Seagrave were in Goderich this week at the 16th annual Pee-Wee Hockey Tournament. How lucky we are Every so often I'm reminded of how very lucky Canadian are. We are 'not smarter than other people. Goodness knows, we are no more industrious. We are just luckier, because we happen to be living in this country at this time. When you consider that we are just a drop in the bucket of the world's population, you can see jést how blind lucky we are. - Millions of people on earth today are literally starving to death. They will be dead, stone dead, in days, months, a year. Millions more are just above the starvin line. They eke out a barren, bi | hopeless existence, just one step away from the animal. These hordes are subject to all the other things that go with a minimal existence, besides hunger: cold, disease, ignorance, fear, and perhaps worst of all helplessness. And we complain endlessly, we Canadians, about such horrors as inflation, postal strikes, taxes, and all the other relatively piddling burdens we bear. We howl with outrage when butter jumps 15 cents a pound. Some of us nearly have a stroke when the price of beer and liquor is raised. The very wealthy feel a deep, inner pain because they can retain only 55 per cent of their income. But what does it all amount to? The consumption of butter will do down for a few weeks, . then rise to new highs. The consumption of alcoholic beverages will not even tremor, but go steadily upward. And the rich will become richer. Talk about fat cats, or buxom beavers, and we're it. The Lucky Canadians. The envy of the world. Oh yes, we have poor people, quite a few of them. But you would be hard put to it to find anyone in Canada literally starving to death. Or freezing to death. : Or dying because there is no medicine for disease. } Truthis, the vast majority of Canadian eat too much, suffer from over-heating rather _ than cold and are much more likely to die from too much medicine than they are from disease. And even the poorest of our poor, with all- the buffers that welfare provides, are materially millionaires compared with the poor of many other countries. You, Mister wheeling your Buick down the highway and beefing about the cost of gas, might just as easily be pulling a ricksha in Calcutta, wondering whether you could last until you were 30, so you could see yout first grandson. § You, Young Fella, who made $10,000 in six months with alot of overtime, and quit working so you could draw unemployment insurance, could be sweating it out in a South African gold mine, or a Bolivian tin mine, for enough bucks a week to barely feed your family. And you, Ms., whining about the mess the hairdresser made, or complaining about the: cost of cleaning women, could be selling yourself in the back streets of Nairobi to keep body and soul together, if you'll pardon the expression. But you aren't, and I'm not, and we shouldn't forget it, mates. We were lucky. We live in Canada. Once in a while this hits me like a punch between the eyes. One of these times was on a recent holiday weekend. We were spending a weekend with Grandad, in the country. It was cold and blustery outside, and I spent one of those rotten-lazy, thoroughly enjoyable times when there is nothing to do and nothing to worry about: eating and drinking, playing cards, enjoying thefireplace, reading watch- ing television. The only fly in the ointment was the constant decisions to be made. At breakfast, for example. Banana or fruit juice? Coffee or tea? Bacon and eggs or ham and eggs? - Toast and Jam or fresh bread and honey? Evenings were even worse. An hour after dinner, I had to decide whether it was to be coffée and cake with ice cream or tea with butter tarts. Then there was the bedtime snack and more decisions. But it was watching television that blew up the puffed-up dream that life was, after all, good and gracious, cosy and comfortable, warm and wonderful. There on the 'news' with nothing to hide it, was the non-Canadian world. Children with the bloated bellies and stick-thin limbs of the starving. Other children torn 'and bleeding and screaming with pain. Mothers howling their anguish because hey had lost their children and couldn't find them. ' 4 é $ Ld A refugee plan, with more than 200 "soldiers" and only five women or children aboard. And everywhere, on that naked screen, people, suffering, terrified, running like rats, from nowhere to nowhere. Not much you and T can do, except feel @. . horrified. It's all too far away. But atleast we can stop bitching in our own backyard, and face the facts that we're not smarter, or harder working or better looking.z" Just lucky. The. Argyle Syndicate Ltd L)