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~~ ", - py 2 Bi EN a amr a -, ~ a BARS KOR < A a Ea SA Se oe AS aa Sepa > Nom RA LN NA Sr, Women's Lib? Phooey!!! It's just over two months since Women's Year, and from all indications, equal rights for women has made about as much of an impact on Scugog's Better Halves as the proverbial snowball in Hell. Some Caesarea ladies, on grounds of sex, were refused a chance at trying ou! for the local fire department, and the well-publicized controversy was featured on the local media for some six weeks. Now this paper guages it's readership interest, . participation, and concerns by the letters to the editor it receives. We get letters on dogs running loose, sewers backing up, and unsalted roads. So how many women voiced their concern about this unfortunate issue facing the community? Why....one. Ho hum. . No Guts!!! The buck stops at the Scugog Township Council table after all, councillors found out this week when they were thwarted in their attempt to push the female firefighter controversy back on the shoulders of Caesarea Fire Chief Len Scott. The decision to hire women will have to be made by council after all, hot potato or not. : We wonder, however, if council had a moral -obligation, if not a legal one, to take a stand on this issue when it was brought before council six weeks ago. The question of descrimination, for example, wasn't even discussed seriously at the time. The only "concern seemed to be who's responsibility the decision was. And if it wasn't theirs, that's all the better. To be sure, Caesarea department's treatment of female applicants is descriminatory. To skip a number of applicants on no other grounds than sex is descriminatory,| no matter how you cut it. We wonder) for example, if Chief Scott had -skipped a numberof Black applicants, if would council have taken the saline position? The contention that women are weaker is completely relative. | know some stout young ladies who can deliver a\punch not unlike Godzilla, while some guys | know have difficulty lifting their feet. Before we hurlall our self-righteous criticism at Chief Scott, consider that he's only one man, and has the right to his own opinions and ideas as anyone else: For that matter, most of us do what we think is right, yet it may turn out to be a mistake later. Scugog Township Council -has no such excuse. There are seven elected representatives here, to run our municipal affairs, on the premise that a concensus of the seven will come up with the right answers. It's a sad fact that not one of them, at the time, seriously considered the question of descrimination, let alone take a stand on it. r i Y.. AN'Now | HEAR THEY RE GOING a 70 po Away wiz HANGING | "25 YEARS AGO' Thursday, March 8, 1951 Andy Anderson of Port Perry will be the guest speaker at the Oshawa Gard- en Club this week. 50 YEARS AGO March 11,1926 ~ Thursday, March 11, 1926 Mr. and Mrs. Joel Miller water to the Claughton farm at Epsom. It seems that the only thing that swayed council to do something is when a second complaint from female applicants surfaced at a Feb. 9 council meeting. That brief to.council left little doubt that the women were prepared to go all the way to the Human Rights Commission, perhaps no small catalyst inspir- ing township action. -- Even then, council asked for the advice of the Fire Marshall. We can't help but conclude that had the fire marshal's representative demanded "no broads on his trucks", that's what we would have done. As it turned out, the representative suggested all applicants be given equal opportunity to try out for the job (we need a fire marshal to tell us that?) To see Joe Citizen turn a blind eye to descrimin- ation is bad enough. For our elected officials to do so in intolerable. - Remember When..? Floyd James of Port Perry was among the finalists for the A.C. Neish prize offered by Kingston section of the Chemical Institute of Canada. Members of the Royal Canadian Legion Br. 419 en- joyed a Dart Tournament Congratulations to Norma Levinson and Donna Samells "in their high standing at the Kiwanis Music Festival held in Toronto this week. Norma had 81 marks and Donna 82, both are pupils of Florence - McClintoch. with the winners being; 1st . Clare Nightengale, 2nd A. Brown and 3rd M. Stone. 15 YEARS AGO 3 Thursday, March 9, 1961 10 YEARS AGO Guide Margaret-Anne Thursday, March 10, 1966 Officer Cadet James H. Carnegie of Port Perry and son of Mr. and Mrs. W.J. Carnegie has successfully completed the Basic Air Crew Indoctrination Course at RCAF Station, Centralia. More advance training as a pilot will be undertaken at Flying Schools at Gimli, 'Manitoba and Moose Jaw, Sask. Mr. Lloyd Wilson of R.R.1, Ashburn, was elected president of the Ontario Hog Producers 'Association. Witherspoon received her Gold Cord in the Church of Ascension, At the ceremony the colouis. were presented by Eunice Roach and Karen Mark, assisted by Susanne MacMaster, Gerri Cooper, Beverley Dymond and Jerry Dagenias. Mrs. Ruby Roach, District Commissioner of Scugog acted as-master of ceremonies. Port Perry Arena had a new time clock installed this week. Bill Smiley It's Nice To Be Alone I\knew things were moving along too smoothly. Second grandson nicely launch- ed, and I was nicely along into my second week of tranquility as a baby bachelor. Each time my daughter adds to the population explosion, my wife hustles off to give her a hand "for a few days". This, I have discovered, stretches into two weeks. But I don't really mind. It's rather pleasant, baching it, for a while. Nobody to tell you to get to bed just when there's a' dandy horror movie coming on. Nobody to tell you that you are a bum and loafer if you sleep in Sunday morning. Nobody to switch your favorite cops-and-robbers program to (PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited aw, aioe, 0 ', Phone $385 738) S- 3 Gon ; (oun) : <> Kare or Serving Port Perry. Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townshps J PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Adverlising Manager John Gast, Editor Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wedrrsday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd. Port Perry, Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage mn cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0245 Subscription Rate: In Canada $8.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ a lousy medical love story. Nobody. Nobody to listen to your com- plaints. Nobody to share a laugh. Nobody to gossip with. Nobody to make you take your pills when your bursitis is bad. Nobody to cook you a beautiful egg or make your favorite dessert. Nodoby to put your cold feet on at night. Nobody to argue with. Nobody. I guess that's what's wrong with being a real bachelor. Or spinster. Nobody. It must be grim. But as I said, a couple of weeks is no problem. I can put a load of socks through the washer. I can shop better than most men, and as well as most women. I can run a vacuum cleaner, do dishes, feed a cat, make a bed, scrub a sink. And I can whip up a gourmet meal with the best of them. Let's see. Last night it was baked potatoes, a fat chicken leg, and artichoke hearts. The potatoes were crisp- skinned, fluffy inside, with a big pat of butter drooling over the edges. The chicken was so golden outside, tender inside it would make Colonel Sanders weep. The artichoke hearts were hearty. I'd never had them before, but with a cheese sause, pretty doozy. - Night before it was onion soup with golden croutons, baked haddock balls stuff- ed with shrimp, asparagus tips swimming in butter, a glass or two of Beaujolais, a light dessert of creamy rice pudding with mandarine oranges and real coffee with a dash of cognac in it. Tonight it's going to be something simple because I'm writing my column. Perhaps a little lasagna with meat sauce, after hors d'oeuvres of fine liver pate, Camembert cheese, and smoked oysters on onion thins. Don't worry. I haven't gained a pound in 30 years, unlike some I could mention. And I would be in bad shape without a can opener, a bottle opener, and the frozen food counter. But I'm not suffering. And there are other compensations. Last Friday afternoon, I took part in a Sympos- ium after work with some of the chaps, at the Legion Hall. Got into a few games of shuffle-board and Russian billards with some old students of mine, after all the . hen-pecked husbands had left, and didn't get out of there until 11 p.m. For some reason, when the Old Battleaxe is home, I don't normally do that on a Friday after- noon. Late Saturday afternoon, after watching the Olympics, 1 went into the Kitchen, looked at two days' dishes in the sink, said, "Screw this for a lark", and went out for dinner. Then I went to a truly dreadful show called The Gunfighter, which my wife wouldn't be caught dead at. I loved it. I've loved westerns since I was eight. Got home about 11 p.m., made a big pot of tea and a sandwich you wouldn't believe the ingre- dients of, and watched not only the late, but the late late i There certainly are some bonuses, though I'm running out of clean shirts, and ironing them is one of the few things I'm a bit shaky on. However, secure in the knowledge that my wife would be home on the weekend, and able to devote her usual eighteen hours a day to my comfort and general welfare, I was happy. Then the bolt came. Not out of the blue. Over the telephone. She informs me that she is brin ome company. One Pokey, two years of perpetual motion. For a month. Or six weeks. In order to let my daughter try to get her year at college, and finish off her degree work. My response was immediate. A roar ofp "Holy Old Nelly!" a longish pause, then in a very mild voice, '"That'll be nice, dear. Won't it?" The only response from her was a chuckle that would have made Boris Karloff jealous, and, indeed, did freeze my blood. Then she trilled: "You'll be able to take him out on his toboggan every day after work. And give him his bath every night. And tell him his bed-time story. And look after him all day on weekends, while I have a rest. Won't that be lovely? I know how crazy you are about him." I sputtered ""Yabbutt. Yabbutt", a couple. of times and fave up. Twenty-four hours later, I am somewhat philosophical about it. After all, families have to stick together, don't they. Lots of grandparents look after their tiny grandchildren in times of stress: war, famine, earthquake. Yabbutt. There's no particular war on. Famine is scarcely stalking the land. And the only earthquake is the one in Guate- mala. I have a feeling, for the enteenth time, that we've beep had, by Kim. I know Trudeau has three boys, and I'm younger than he. But, dammit, he has flunkies, and he's their father. Are there no civil rights for grandfathers? The Argyle Syndicate Ltd.