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A lesson leaitied Uxbridge officials are just now 'discovering a lesson that Scugog Township gouncil has learned in the past nN 3 few weeks: Next to raising taxes and accepting 'bribes, the most fatal mistake of a politician is 'mentioning' the word "Penitentiary.'"" . Ask 'Uxbridge's Bill Ballinger, who made the mistake of assuming that talk can't hurt, and was one of the first to suggest that Uxbridge Township find out what all the Scugog penitentiary fuss is about and to find out if Uxbridge can benefit. -In a letter written to the Uxbridge Times-Journal, however, Mr. Ballinger said he was advised by one citizen that he has lpst one vote already because he was in favour of the reception centre. Annoyed with having words put in his mouth, Mr. Ballinger wrote the lefter. '!I. am not afraid to talk - about. the proposed reception centre proposals. * He | asked, 'Are you?" Chin up, Mr. Ballinger, and brace yourself. Wait until the rumours start about local conspir- acies with the federal government, mysterious plots of land being surveyed for the Seriianyisry service, and much, much more. "Other views: Oshawa Times Scugog township should consider the issue carefully before deciding to have a referendum to 'settle the matter of location of a pendentinry in the munici- pality. ..On the face of it, 'the idea proposed to council this week seems inviting. Set up a committee to prepare an "information package' on the institution, pro and con, and hold a series of meetings to discuss the issue But to do that would be a cop-out. Council would be seeking the easy way out, allowing -- 'the voters to take the responsibility for accepting or rejecting the penitentiary instead of standing up to its (councils) responsiblity to decide such issues on the basis of what is best for the community as a whole. Moreover, councillors are kidding themselves if they 'think a fancy brochure outlining the pros and cons of such an institution and a series of meetings to explain and discuss the issue will mean the vote will be 'based on common sense. Experience has shown time 'and again that such issues are usually decided on misconceptions and fear. This is clearly an issue for council to decide on the , bays of what is best for both the economy and people e township. To send it out to a costly and time-consuming referendum will be nothing short of abdication of council's clear responsibility. Uxbridge Times-Journal This writer is definitely in favour of attracting the project to this community. We know that it will have a dramatic effect on life in Uxbridge, but the change will only be for the better of the area and not for the worse. Please weigh all the facts before you go off on an opposition tangent. The decision that our council members will make in the next few weeks could be the. most important that they will ever have to face in this term, or any term of office. We can only hope they make the right one. - Remember When..? PT -r . 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, August 6, 1925 Miss Lois bundy a pupil of Mrs. J." E. Jackson was successful in passing her Junior Harmony in music at 'Whitby Ladies College. 'Mr. George R. Davey was in Calgary attending the Supreme Lodge of the Sons of - England as a delegate from --Qld - England Lodge, Port: Perry. Mr. A. J. Carnegie has commenced work for a new house on Bigelow Street next" to his residence. Twenty-five rinks were en-: tered in the Port Perry Bowl- ing Tournament this year. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, August 10, 1950 The Memorial Trophy is a handi- cap race-trophy for sailing and was won by Georgia - Brock at the Caesarea Regat- ta held this year. William ," Taylor of the Holstein-Friesian of Canada was the guest speaker at the annual At we Port Perry Sports day 'over 3,000 people watched the sports events at "the: Fairgrounds, horse Ontario County Holstein- racing, baseball, racing car Friesian Twilight meeting derby and a street fair and held at the farm of Mr. dance ended the day with Charles Hadden" and sons, much thanks going to the lackwater.~" Business Men's Association Mr. and Mrs. George Wolfe for the well planned events." of Blackstock are spending a Jean Griffen and Yvonne month travelling in England Chant of Blackstock, repre- dnd Ireland. sented the United Church Port Perry are the winners Sunday School at Oak Lake of the Jack Bond Trophy, Summer School and Bill Fer- emblematic of the South guson attended for Y.P.U. Ontario Softball League Championship. Betty Noble of R.R.- 2, Thursday, August 11, 1960 Uxbridge, was picked as Tommy Hadley, young son ~ Dairy Princess for Ontario of Mr. and Mrs. Jim Hadley Coty this year. 15 YEARS AGO - who were holidaying in the Norland area, had. 'the unpleasant experience of being lost in the woods. More than 50 people combed the area for three hours before he was found. cL Mr. E. A. Innis, President 10 Y AGO Thursday, August 5, 1965 Chairman of the fire pro- tection committee, Mr. Bruce Beare, announced the tentative date for the official opening of the pew fire hall at the last regular esting of council. ww At the Sunny Brag' Junior Gold Tournameht some of the _winhérs were Larry Mark, ¢ "Bill Davidson, Alan Shaw and Dean Beare. Bill Jeffrey won _the prize for the youngest "golfer. Miss Carol Maurice of Wes- ton was chosen queen at the annual Lake Scugog regatta at Caesarea. Miss Aileen Van Camp flew to Hawaii for a three week vacation. The Love family picnic this year was held at Wellspring Park with 170 in attendance. Glen Holtby, Pat and Denise Diamond enjoyed a week at Omemee Bible ® camp. - Cadets stationed at Camp Ipperwash from Port Perry * this year are Brian Knight, Dale Beare, Grant Williams and Carl-and Ken Prentice. Bill Smiley I simply don't care Summer in the country. writing a column in Grandad's office, a pair of shorts, and nothing else, I would have to work- very hard at it to be anything but peaceful, and I'm not about to. Back home, my lawn is burning to a crisp, my roses with any luck has left for good, and some junkie has probably broken into the house and stolen the color TV. I don't care. Out thege soméwhere, people are hurtling along hot asphalt in the heat, cursing the -obstreperous kids in the back seat, and - wishing they'd never started this stupid trip. Elsewhere, guys and dolls all over the world are hustling and sweating and trying to impress. each other, and pursuing the every-dwindling buck with maniacal inten- sity of purpose. Everywhere; politicians are cooking up new clouts for the next session, or thinking up new ways of saying: "Maybe yes, and maybe no, and maybe maybe.". Somewhere, Arabs are killing Jews, and Jews are killing Arabs, and Christians, in time-honoured custom, are killing other Christians. Somebody is winning $30,000 in the Some- thing-Or-Other-Open with a 24 foot putt, and somebody else is losing it by missing a four foot putt. People are earnestly taking virtpally useless summer courses which will fit them Sitting here re dying for lack of water, my cat for practically nothing. Unexpected and unwelcome visitors are piling in on "old friends". - The visitors unload two surly kids, one ill-mannered dog, and announce "heartily: "'Can't stay morena coupla days. Thought about getting' a motel room, but knew you'd be hurt 'f we didden stay 'thyou." (Sound of old friends' eyes rolling). My son is in Paraguay, South America, _ . swimming a piranha-infested river, or slouching through the jungle, kicking poison- ous snakes out of the way, or lying in a native hut, wracked with by malaria. My only daughter is trapped in a box on the ninth floor of an apartment building, in the heat, with an 18-month hell-on-wheels boy clutching her sawed-off jeans, and a little sister in the oven, ready to join him just about on his second. birthday and oh, dear, isn't it awful. Imagine having two babies in two years in-these times. (Sound of Gran,- 'gnashing teeth). And about all of these things, all the hurly and the burly, all the muss and thefuss, all the higgle and piggle, all of the ever-lasting human struggle to prove that God's in His heaven and all's wrong with the world, or the opposite, 1 don't care. Ijust don't give a diddley-dam'. Why not? Because, at this time and in this place, I have irrefutable proof that He is in His heaven, and there ain't nobody who could improve on the world just as it is, right now. It's a cool-hot perfect Canadian day. Hot sun, cool breeze. Whatever your thermo- meter says, it's about 83 Fahrenheit here. 'I'raise my head from the typewriter, and roses lean toward me, a big, matrénly maple ruffles her bustles in the breeze, like a lady ~ caught in a body-rub parlor. : On the top rail of the fence, 10 feet away, * tworetardedrobins are singing, and making, overtures. A denuded lilac bush is whisper- ing: "Yes, but wait 'til next year." Along the! back fence, the hollyhocks stand, notrow onrow, butinlittle groups, muttering together, tossing their heads in the breeze, and looking down their long, cool shoulders at the upstart blue delphiniums, whichbear a gleam of miscegenation in their eyes. Just beyond them is a field of uncuit, late, latehay, bowing and tossing and rippling like a blonde teenager who has just discovered she just might be a beautiful woman Raise the eyes but one more degree, and there, framed in green foliage, is the deep-hlue beauty of the two-mile-wide bay, with the high, rolling shoreline on the other side, and the cottages so tiny that you can't see the squalling, grunting, sweaty humans in and around them. Ah, but it's lovely. And peaceful. And lonely. Not lonesome, but the good kind of lonely, when you don't want another human being, even a loved ong, to spoil the mood. |} Maybe that's it. My Loved One is away down the gravel'road, exchanging hysterical tales about their children with an old school friend. - Grandad, an incorrigible 83-year-old, is out belting around his 40-mile mail route. This morning, I saw a hawk. When I was little, the chickens, who were all psyched up, would scuttle, the kids would all scream with delight: "Ahawk! Ahawk!"" and the farmer would run in for his shotgun. Nobody even noticed this guy. -He looked like a skinney, ancient kite, peering down for the dead body of a Roman legionnaire. perhaps. No chickens. No legionnaires (I haven't paid my dues). It was kind of sad. Down in the Bay, 'there is a big rainbow trout just waiting to sh e some tricks. Yesterday, I saw two partridge. flush just outside Grandad's "office" window. Tomor- row I'll see three deer standing up by the fence, looking curious. Tomorrow I'll care about the world again and all the bad things and good things happening in if, . But right now, at this time, in this place, don't care. 'God may be out to lunch, as frequently suspect. But whoever is filling ir for Him at this moment is doing onv helluva job, if you'll pardon the expression. - The Argyle Syndicate Ltd. J Sn