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\\ bei itil trained hd ost 0% Wh airh Reader's Viewpoint Do your share to help keep lake clean Dear Sir: } In the last issue of the "Star". we received, there was an article about a yellow- ish, white scum causing con- cern to some people around Scugog Island. My husband was raised in Prince Albert, and for eigh- teen years we had a cottage on Gillson's Point which we have just sold. In 1972 we too were con- cerned about thick yellow green clumps floating on the surface of the lake, and just Thank you Dear Sir: We of the Central Seven Association for the Mentally Retarded would like to thank you for your coverage of our recent "Flowers of Hope" campaign. . We would also like to say thank you for all donations, and offers of volunteer help. Donations to date from the Brock, Uxbridge and Scugog areas are $2837.75 with donations still coming in. So once again, thanks to all for either their time, talents or financial support. Yours truly, Dorothy Gibson Campaign Chairman. below. These were first noticed. when the weather was cool in the first week of July When we came home I phoned Water Resources and was told it was pine pollen. This we couldn't believe having been there at that time fourteen years and never before seeing it. Also, where are the "dense" stands of pine around Scugog. When I continued to question tht man he said they would send someone to take a sample. I told them there was a boat they could use to get the sample out a little in the lake where it was usually denser. Some time later a man did come accompanied by a female companion and didn't even bother to gather the sample, just looked from shore. We weren't at the cottage when he came, but our neighbours told us what happened. We were annoyed to think there was so little concern and 1 again phoned Water Resources to be asked to bring in a sample. This we did and a man picked it up Monday morning. The results of the test are in the enclosed copy from the Ministry of Environment and it certainly wasn't very reassuring. All persons using the lake should be concerned as to water quality, and to do their share to keep it clean. We have seen many empty cans and bottles floating in the water the last few years, and have wondered what kind of people would come to enjoy a lake and then leave a mess behind to help destroy it. Surely we all want children of the future to enjoy all the lakes we have. Yours truly, Margaret Steinhoff [Mrs.] Ministry of the Environment, 135 St:Clair Avenue West, Toronto 195, Ontario. Mrs. R. G. Steinhoff, 18 Eldenfield Crescent, Etobicoke, Ontario. Dear Mrs. Steinhoff: I. have examined the sample [72-1800] that you collected from Lake Scugog on August 20, 1972. The sample contained the colon- ial blue-green alga Micro- cystis sp. This microscopic plant is a frequent compon- ent of water blooms, especially in lakes with eutrophic characteristics. It is very common in hard water lakes, becoming very abund- ant during late summer months and appearing In such dense growths as to form mats that discolour the water. Lake Scugog Is a hard water eutrophic lake and Is therefore quite suitable for the growth of this type of algae. While I could find no - specific reference to the toxicity of this alga, it Is a member of the blue-green group which has been incriminated either directly or indirectly in the dealth of cattle, birds and fish. As this alga is a free-floating form it would be virtually impossible to control from a chemical standpoint. Yours truly, Gordon J. Hopkins Cow Country: Gracious and unhurried life Cow country; a lotus land where days are less hurried; tourist mecca; pounding with cleft hooves. If you don't recongize it, it's the Scugog Township and surrounding area as describ- ed by a Toronto area weekly publication in an article called 'Cow Country: A gracious and unhurried life." The article reviews this area as an excellent one to visit from Toronto-based day trips. Highlights in Port Perry? Cochrane Street, with it's huge summer homes, with wide verandahs at least two- thirds around the house. "These well-kept old places harken back to a past area,"' the article continues. Browsing up and down main street is also recom- Letters to the Editor The Port Perry Star welcomes letters to the editor from its readers, however, all letters received must be signed by the writer and include address and phone number to be considered for publication. Any letter we receive "'unsigned" will not be published. We would encourage those writers submitting letters to use their name, but it will be withheld upon request, and a pen name may be used. The STAR reserves. the right to edit all letters received and to withhold any that do not appear to be in the best interest of the community. mended in the article, with Brock's department: store and Luke's Country store as some of the highlights. "Brock's department store is the way all department stores used to be,' states the article, "with parcel string ~ hanging from balls on the ceiling, assistants who seem to care about your needs, and a mixture of clothing, shoes and materials at prices you can afford. We even found sewing cotton in a gauge which an enthusiast said hasn't been available in Metro for years.' The article isn't all praise, however. - The old line of upper store fronts are interesting viewing for those who want to see how main streets used to look 'although (it is) somewhat ruined by guady store signs. The author may have a good eye for history, antiques, and travel, but there's something lacking when it comes to describing the fishing on the lake. 'Fishermen off the cause- way between Port Perry and Scugog Island find many trout in the clear waters."' Clear?? trout?? Could there be another Port Perry--another cause- way--another Scugog Island? The thin line veracity. Most of the time she thinks I'm a death, cleaning up the basement rather than The Old Girl couldn't believe it. Every- As we all know, especially those who have ever engaged in sports, there's a very thin line between being a hero and being a bum. One day you're at bat, three runs behind, three runners on base, the count three and two, and you smash a home run. Two days later, in exactly the same situation, you strike out. Same man, exactly. First time, you are cheered to the echo. Second time, you are booed out of the park. I'd like to report that most of the time, my wife thinks I'm a hero. But this column has always been noted for a dedication to bum. Not just an ordinary bum. I quote "Bill Smiley, you are a lazy, procrastinating bum!" Don't think I just sit there and take it. Oh, -no. I point out with some gusto that she's never held a steady job in her life, except as a mother and housewife, that no guy who teaches all day and runs an English department with 10 teachers in it, and writes a weekly column, can be called lazy. But is seems we're not talking about the same lazy. She's talking about evading, short of anything worse than a threat of 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, July 1, 1926 Three rinks from the Port Perry Bowling Club attended the tournament at Cannington held on Wednesday, and two of them brought home first prizes. The rink skipped by Mr. D. Carnegie won first in the Primary and that skipped by Mr. E. H. Purdy, won first in Con- solation. Mr. Ivan Spencer has bought the house and lot belonging to the estate of Campbell on North Street in Port Perry. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 28, 1951 Dr. E. A. Hodgson, Chief Seismologist of the Dominion of Canada re- cently attended in Ottawa a meeting of the Seismo- logist Society of America, at which Dr. 'Hodgson was honoured as "one of the world's very best the late Mr. Wm.: Remember When..? Seismologist"'. Dr. Hod- son and his wife reside in Port Perry. Congratulations to Mr. Wm. Brock who received second class honours at Victoria College, U. of T., in the course of Com- merce and Finance. Mr. Brock will spend the summer as a Flight Cadet with the R.CAAF. in a reserve officer training sthool at the Royal Mili- tary College in Kingston. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 29, 1961 The Port Perry Lawn Bowling Team, consisting of Fred D&Nure, lead; Alma Cox, Vice; and Art Cox, skip; won the Bene- volent Fund held in Peter- boro on June 25th. They competed against 40 teams for the Victor Fox- hall Trophy. Congratulations to Rosemary Nodwell, Sea- grave who took two firsts in the Highland Games at Caledon East. Rosemary won medals in march and strathspey and reel. She is the pupil of Mr. James MacGregor of Oshawa. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 30, 1966 Family, friends and colleagues came from as far as New York to pay tribute to Mr. R. H. Cornish on the occasion of his retirement. Mr. Cornish, had' been principal of Port Perry Public School for 35 years. Congratulations to Dean Beare, a student of Port Perry Public School who has never missed a day of school during his nine years of attendance. at the school. Cartwright Central Public School held its first Grade 8 graduation dinner on Tuesday evening. Linda Mountjoy delivered the Student Farewell Message and Mrs. Venning responded with a Farewell message which offered advice and encouragement, playing golf. I'm talking about the higher things in life. As far as the "procrastinating" goes, I'll admit, honestly and openly, that I procrast- inate. But only in a limited way. I am not an across-the-board procrastinator. I'll confess that, from time to time, on certain occasions, I have been known, all things considered, by some suspicious people, who are themselves too agressive, to procrastinate. But the third terms in that pejorative remark, "bum," I will not accept, not even from the Old-Battleaxe. A bum is one of two things: a rear end; a person who refuses to work. I am not the former, though I have a few enemies who would question it. I am not the latter. I have worked since I was a stripling. But I started work cleaning out lavatories, and I don't intend to finish work cleaning up the basement. All this is merely preamble to the happy note of this column. Last weekend, for almost 72 hours, with only a couple of relapses, my wife thought I was a hero, not a bum. . It was time for one of our semi-annual safaris to the city. These are usually pretty ghastly. I talk vaguely about going to a good hotel, seeing a couple of top shows, and eating a gourmet dinner or two in posh restaurants. She thinks it's all set. Comes the weekend. I've forgotten all about it. The trunk of the car has sprung from backing into a telephone pole. No hotel reservation. You couldn't get a ticket to that special show if your initials were P.E.T. And we have to stand in line for an hour for that gourmet grub, which is one step better than the local greasy spoon, and eight times as costly. Relations are strained. We go back to our second-rate hotel, burping garlic which has covered a multitude of culinary sins, and sulkily watch a TV show that we saw, as a re-run, last November. But this time. Ah, this time. Jt was like a honey-moon. A week before, driven by who knows what buried guilt, I sneaked to the telephone one evening, and laid everything on. Best hotel in the city. Room overlooking the lake. Tickets for two shows. Dinner reservations. Next day I got the car washed - thing worked. They hadn't screwed up our reservations for once. Traffic was murder- ous, but only one bus driver really went out of his way to get us. The shows were terrific. Dinners were excellent, no waiting. And the weather was splendid. I think His Awesomeness had finally decided to let poor old Bill Smiley be something other than a bum, at least for 72 hours. As I sat on the 26th floor, looking over the lake, while my wife was shopping next morning, and wondered what the poor people were doing today, I couldn't help thinking that God was in His heaven, for once, and all was right with the world. But wait. It didn't end there. Going out of the city, we dropped in to see our grandsons, with appropriate gifts. They wanted to leave their parents and come home with Gran-Dat and Gran. How about that? And one final frosting on the cake. We got home. Lo. And Be Hold. The storm windows had been taken off, and the windows polished. The lawn had been cut, and the place looked great. (I'd forgotten to tell the storm window man and the boy who cuts the lawn that we'd be away.) I didn't let on. Just said "Well, I see the varlets have been at work, as instructed." You won't believe this, but the old lady actually said, "You know, sometimes, Bill Smiley, you're not a lazy, procrastinating bum." How's that for an accolade? (Port PERRY STAR Company Limited Phone 985 738) Sa :, (cn i (om) 2 jerry Serving Port Perry. Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Advertising Manager Joha Gast, Editor Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Associahon Published every Wednesday by fhe Port Perty * Star Co LM, Port Perry, Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department. ONawa, and for payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0245 Subscription Rate: In Canada $0.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ and gassed. Sneaked away early from work. 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