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It's the Post Penitentiary Period now, and most of the ruffled feathers of a week ago have been smoothed. Letters are still coming in (appearing in this issue), probably written while emotions on the issue were still scalding. With all the commotion over, one can almost laugh at the humour in it all. There was one conversation we overheard, for example, of some four or five people in the R.H. Cornish hallways following the now-famous Rate- payer's meeting. There would be no criminals and muggers walking the streets of this town to corrupt his kids, one man fumed, followed by a threat to 'cave in the head" of anyone who disagreed. ., We've heard stories of little old ladies - emotional little old ladies - threatening to punch out their representatives on council, should they vote in favour of the penitentiary. Panic was highest on the island, rumors have it. It was some island would-be political analysists who apparently insisted that for two weeks the peniten- tiary service had been surveying land on the island for Scugatraz. There were even rumours of councillors selling their own land to the penitentiary. But you can't help but admire the pure inventive- ness of one propagandist who found a way to combine two separate items of bigotry to sway an opinion. Rumour has it that one women - obviously not a Francophone - was told that the penitentiary service would bring French Canadians to Scugog Township to work at the pen because of Canadian bilingualist policy. - There was no rumours about Blacks...apparently. There is a kind of backlash that seems to be growing in intensity as the scope of what has transpired in this community takes hold. We understand there has been pigeon holing of councillors on the street and angry demands about such things as misrepresentation and irresponsibility on the part of council. To these self-acclaimed "responsible" people of the community we say this: Where the hell were you when we needed you? Which leads us to the basic concept (s) that council had to face in making their decision. Do they decide, or do they represent. In this case, there was a difference. , One amusing item at the fateful high school council meeting is Coun. Reg Rose's statement to the 250 who packed the hall. Read between the lines, and Coun. Rose was saying that if the public insists in being stupid, they their elected representatives must Coun. Jerry Taylor quoted a similar principle, and pledged a vote reflecting the view of the majority. Whether a petition is worth more than the paper it is written on is questionable, and only reflects the inadequacy of the "majority" decision-making process. Can a councillor in good conscience vote against what he thinks is the view of the majority of his constituents? We are not altogether sure. To go to the people for every issue is too time consuming and would grind government to a halt. Yet, there is more than the time element, It is council's job to politically lead this community, to become informed on the workings of government, the trappings and the advantages. Theoretically, at least, they know what the community needs. But doesn't the public know best? Take a look at the percentage who turn out for ® municipal elections. Ml OPE LETTER FROM THE STP. rr - Remember ADHMINISTRATC INDICATI DEMONSTRA, SENGERCH XPELCTED TC ARGAIN Te YOu? AND THINK CF (iI LDREN IR THLE NEW NED, ONLY THE WORST, When...? 50 YEARS AGO v Thursday, July 16, 1925 Induction service was held in St. John's Presbyterian Church for Rev. W. L. Atkin- son who has accepted the pastoral charge of St. John's Church of Port Perry and Breadalbane Church of Core BUT Utica. Rev. Mr. Scott of i SH TES Cannington acted as a ° , RAPES, Moderator. 'D QULBEC Special summer sale prices at F. W. McIntyre feature such prices as: 'Taffetine Dresses, $2.25; Porch Dresses, $1.25; Men's cotton socks, 25c; Men's leather belts, 35¢ and 49c. Brock Bros. & Co. advertises Women's navy blue print ® IPS dresses for $1.45 and Leather strap shoes for $3.75. For the fourth year in a row '"'Chatauqua Week" is from July 17 to 24. Some of the featured artists were Pietro La Verdi, the enter- tainer extraordinary; the a. l Kiser Sisters and Frank Church. "Her Temporary Husband", a clean comedy built for the sole purpose of making people laugh and forget their troubles. These were only a few of the attractions advertised. 25 YEARS AGO bd e July 18, 1950 CCHTRIBUTION iF SUCH AN ERS, GR RDS, STATISTICS 1CH CLEAREY WN TO PANQLY Nh '; RAISE THEIR THESE MISFITS WILL Sr pp | Port Perry Rod and Gun Club defeated Union Rod and Gun Club in the annual cast- give them that opportunity. A thunderous applause followed Mr. motion that gave them the right. Well, Canada's in good shape for a long, hot summer, it looks like. Don't be surprised, even in these days of women's liberation, if you hear some time this summer that a member of the male sex has given birth to a child. The figurative father would be Mayor Drapeau of Montreal, one of the great con artists of the 20th century. Asked near the beginning of the fiasco whether there was any chance of the Canadian Olympics being a financial dis- aster, His Worship replied something like this: There is as much chance of the Olympics losing money as there is of a man having a baby. Well, hi there, Dad! The 1976 Olympics, to be held in the Canadian city with the worst slums, the worst schools, the worst sewage problems, and the biggest crime rate in Canada, is now approaching $300 million over estimates. But don't sell M. Drapeau short. He has pulled so many rabbits out of So many hats in the last decade, baffling his audience in the proceedings, that it's not at all imposs- ible that he will prevail upon one of his stooges to produce. I can see the headlines now: Drapeau Aide Bears Baby; Medics Baffled. The kid will be born with an Olympic coin in his mouth, and he'll be hustling lottery tickets Rose's Council bows to supporters. of SS . . . STP Propaganda 7 ing tournament. The score Bill Smiley from his cradle. But you and I will still be stuck with a tax bill that would have made the Fathers of Confederation have a simultaneous group stroke. The whole country wasn't worth that! Don't be surprised if M. Drapeau starts a completely new lottery, with the winner (men only) chosen as the first man in Canada to have a baby. I know a lot of women who would buy tickets. However, that's peanuts, only something like one tenth of the national debt. There's the very serious problem of the increase in the price of gas. Dear me, if they keep putting up the price of gas, it will soon be more than a pack of cigarettes. It has already soared past the cost of a bottle of beer. What is this country coming to? Fearless John Turner, with about as much choice as a lady who is eight months pregnant, has produced again, with a budget that will go down in history with the same impact as the 50th anniversary of Joey Crack and Flossie Snail. So the price of gas has gone up. So, what's new? Did we all expect it to go down? And these stern, new prices are going to cut away back on our mis-use of one of our natural resources. My foot! Did you stop smoking when fags went up to 80 cents a package? Did you stop drinking when beer crept up from about 12 cents a bottle to 30 cents? Are you going to stop driving and get off your lazy tail and walk down to the store for a pack of cigarettes or a pack of beer? Those, of course, are rhetorical questions. We're smoking more than ever, drinking more than ever, and we'll probably burn more gas than ever, just to prove how irrational we are. There is only one thing that is going to cut away back on our wastage of fuel. That is when some politicians (they'd have to do it in concert, because no individual would have the guts to do it) decree that the speed limit will promptly be reduced to 40 miles an hour, in Canada. If we did that, and at the same time cut by two-thirds the amounts spent on superhigh- ways, we'd almost pick up the amount M. Drapeau is flusing down the drain. I can see that you're wondering why Smiley isn't Minister of Finance, if he has all the answers. Well, I can tell you. I have the big, broad concepts well in hand, but sometimes the niggling little details escape me. Recently, for example, I had my wife convinced that if I paid up for my war service, and taught for another year, I could retire at a pretty good pension. (continued on page 6) All about money Not that she was in favour of it. She wants to work until I'm so old and sick and tired and stupid and useless that nobody will have me, except her. Then she plans to cart me off to Golden Glow Haven or such. One of those awful places where couples can retire together. My idea is that we should split when we finally decide we are mature. She can have the house, the car (1967 Dodge), the piano, rugs, the $147 in stocks and bonds, the lawnmower and the snow shovel. I won't need any of that. I'll just take my grandbaby, Pokey, and we'll go off somewhere and make a good life for ourselves, with no women. My calculations were out about 400 per cent on the pension act, so I have to work for another 20 or 30 years. And perhaps that is the reason I am a very astute financial critic in the big world, and a complete failure in my own. On the other hand, there are not many guys still driving a *67 Dodge that runs like ab well-oiled rabbit. And there are not many guys left who still have 12 shares of Elder Mines. And there are not many guys my age who could still make a good living in a pool room. So, watch it, John Turner: The Argyle Syndicate Ltd.