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Lys ba dA AAA OE EA aT 8 PARI hf SH 4 FEA, 5 pds: had ras EVEN a LUE SE 4S i AOS ~ Dear Mr, Editor: ---The Ratepayers' ~Associ- ation would like to make with those members -of Council who "unanimously gave themselves a recent raise in salary, Though the amount is minimal, we con- sider it 'an expectation bro- ken when you consider: the response of the Councillors during election time to the question: "Do you feel that 'Councillors are adequately compensated?" The replies were as follows: + Mayor 'Malcolm _- "Rea- sonably so I think, 'although two of our present Council are not running for re-elec- tion." Councillor Rose - "Yes - however small increases each year in an inflationary period make more sense "than rather large steps: every five years or so." Councillor Asselstine - "Yes." Councillor Crosier - "Yes, I feel a Councillor is ade- quately compensated. As a lifelong resident of Ward I, I would consider it a privilege « and pleasure to be a part of the Scugog Township Coun- cil if elected." public its disappointment Councillor Drew - "Yes, But this question should be answered by the present Council." Councillor Taylor - "At the present time. Yes." Councillor McLaughlin - "I understand Councillors make $4,800.00. I'm not running because of the Sick and RE: HUNTING! Gentlemen: I am sick and tired about all your slow motion regard- ing "hunting", / Deer back and forth, what about my life???? money. Cartwright and the Town- ship of Scugog and want to keep it an agricultural com- munity, the way I've seen it for the past 22 years so that my children can grow up in such a great community." In closing, we urge each taxpayer, get the most value I'm interested in. Disappointed with salary raise for your tax dollar by mak- ing more use of your Coun- cillors; see that Council earns its money by working for you. Sincerely, Eric Carre, President, Scugog Ratepayers' Assoc. tired of hunting You do pass so many "by- laws'? about these and that. So why not make a "by-law" where to hunt, and where not to hunt! I do not want any hunting done on my property any more!! Unfair evaluation Dear Sirs: I can't help questioning the reasoning of the '"'ques- tioner" at the meeting re The Chimo Group Home. If we compare these. young people to rotten apples, then all of us who have ever taken troubled foster children into our homes, have automatically turned all of our own child- ren into the same type of troubled child. From experience, I feel that my own children gained a great deal more than they lost, from their exposure to many- 'Rotten Apples", If I tell those persons. these, they laugh at me. So YOU TELL THEM, because YOU ORDER: OPEN SEASON! And you better get it out quick, before some damned "bullet hit me in my own little bush, How much do you care . about my life???? Rita Nimz, R. R. 3, Uxbridge, Ont. Marsh Hill Rd. - Con. 10, Lot 7, Scugog Township.. More letters on page 6 Dear Sir: Once in awhile I read an editorial which makes . a great newspaper even greater. The Feb. 23, Lest we Don't Forget, does that. I, too, know what it is to lose friends dear to my heart and to wait in loneliness for one I love to return and through the years and tears, to visit many wounded in body, mind and soul. Also, I know what it is to have pride in those who served. I'm thinking very especially of Col. John Foote, V.C., Mr. John James of the Canadian Statesman. All have proven Valor and Service to God and Man. Because perhaps I say things a bit better with the verse, may I add: Love's the Ariswer In memory the daisies grow And violets bloom beneath the snow, For those who walked with me to pick them, Sleep softly in some distant land And dream of a far-away stand Others carry on yet, today To serve ever once again. In Industry or to pitch hay Editorial hits home They are still very brave men And some are sick .and many lonely and sad But in their hands is the hic- kory stick . To mould good from what was bad. War is sick and war is sad' All, we'll never understand But He who hung up on the Cross Would count Eternity His Happiness. Advised us "Forgive Seven times? No, Seventy times seven. That nations continue to grow, Try all hatred to forget With love, the answer...Love for all. That war may not again befall, And destruction silence every pen Proud and dear valiant Hearts...Forgive! That all may live in Peace and Brotherhood Never felled by war again. Let us learn to love more, Lest we can't forget! .Marion Ford (Mrs. Bob), 690 Cosburn Ave. Toronto, Ontario. Wendy Bateman Bill Smiley et RR End Of The Blahs Ah, there's nothing more exhilarating that a good old-fashioned Canadian winter! (Is this the same guy who wrote a glum, lugubrious- column last week about the physical and ofinancial horrors of just such?) We've just had three days of sun and no snow, and all those red-eyed, drippy-nosed, hacking, whining, snow-shovelling Can- adians of a week ago have been transform- ed into virile, vibrant, smiling, sickenly- hearty exponents of the fabulous Canadian winter. ' I-made my stand a day or two after last week's column. I thought to myself "Screw -this"', or words to that effect. 'I'm gonna go berserk. The Old Lady is getting weird. All my friends are either depressed or errie. I'm gonna make the great escape.' So I did." A certain group of young punks to whom I am forced to refer as' my colleagues, have been after me, slyly and "maliciously, for about two years, to attend one of their poker evenings. They knew perfectly well that my wife wouldn't let me go, even if I told her it was a group. of Sunday School teachers, and we were only going to play for matches. They got after me again last Thursday. Maybe it was the weather, but something snapped. I said.-"Right. What time?" They started to snicker, and poke each other with their elbows, This is known in their circle as humor, "Sure you won't have any trouble making it? We sometimes stay up as late as midnight, you know, Smiley. How ya gonna get through the next day's work?" And so on. I treated this juvenilia with the respect it deserved. There was only one more hurdle, and you know what that was, But there was no real- problem with her. All I had to do was get 60 YEARS AGO Wed, March 7, 1917 Manchester Red Cross Mr. Ed. Moles, Myrtle, Scouts. left for Battleford in charge of a car load of horses for Mr. F. W, Hodson. Seagrave Community . held a surprise party for Thurs. March 12, 1954 High winds on Sunday the people of Port Perry are going to miss him, . Remember = When..? "Mr; a -put - the - Boy Scout troop on its feet in Port Perry. Mr, Foster is holding a St. Patrick's ~~ Vernon of the High at Norwood. entertainment in the School is taking over The poolroom business which has been run by William Kaufman and his son for a number of years has been bought by Mr. Grant Jeffrey. Mr. and Mrs. A. Snyder Miss Jean Hood, Ontario Provincial Police on the eve of their depar- Scugog, has secured College, Toronto, after ture to take up residence office work in Toronto. Successful completing in Toronto. They were 20 YEARS AGO the "Recruit Orientation presented with two Thurs. March 14, 1957 Course". wicker chairs. - The Port Perry Cham- John Maw, immediate 85 YEARS AGO ber of Commerce hold past president of the Port their first Annual Dinner meeting at the Scout blew the front of Beare's Hall. Guest speaker will Zone Commander for F1. - garage down, be Mr. Harold Kenneth He received an acclam- Mr. Owen Cliff joined Hillier of the Hydro Elec- ation at a Zone Rally held the army this week and tric Power Commission, at the Whitby Legion . Mary Lynn Hodgins and Bruce Taylor have won second place posit- ions in the Lions Club Public Speaking Contest Thurs. March 9, 1967 Ontario Provincial Police Constable David Ian Godley, son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Godley, Port Perry, has recently graduated from the Perry Legion has been elected to the post of Hall, Sunday March 5. out and check all my insurance policies, make sure the cars and the house were properly signed over and promise not to have a drink before dinner, in case I had ~ one at the poker den, and the Old Battleaxe caved in. Oh, not completely. As I went out- the door, she was yelling: "And don't expect the door to be unlocked when you get home, and if you're not here by midnight I'll call the police." But that was nothing. In the old days, when she really loved me, and was really jealous; she'd get physical. She'd throw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and I'd have a hell of a time getting through the door before I could ~brush her off against a tree, or dump her in a snowbank. Anyway, the boys picked me up, and off we went into the wild night. The last of the blizzards was just easing off, but it was blowing great curtains of snow off the mighty banks. I thought we were going a couple of miles, in town. Turned out we were heading for chalet out in the hills, about 18 miles away, and the driver of the Datsun in which I was ensconced fancied himself as a contender in the Grand Winter Rally of Montenegro, or something. Had to call on the old steely fighter-pilot's nerves to refrain from screaming, 'Lemme Out! I wanna go home and watch TV!" However, true grit prevailed, and six hours later I was home, steady as a rock, about even on the night's poler, and ready for a few hours sleep. I wouldn't bore you by telling you what kind of poker these aging juvenile delin- quents play. Almost no stud or draw poker. They play what we used to call; before the male chauvinist crap began 'Women's Poker". Games like Twenty-seven Skip to My Loo ninth card wild anything in your armpit doesn't count and split the pot four ways. It took three times as long to describe the game to be played as it did to - play it. Had a Mississippi gambler, or even an old cowhand, been asked to sit in on just one of those deals, he'd have pulled his derringers, or his .38, as it might be, and pared shooting 'poker' players right and t. I hate to mention one more detail. But, old enough to be the father of most of them, I was at work the next day bright as a shiny _ new dollar, teaching with my usual superb elegance, and looking askance at some of these bleary-eyed young "gamblers' who thought they were showing the old boy a big night out. Migawd, I was in rougher games __than that when I was 17. However, I forgive them their misconcep- tions, and if they want to call a hangover being 'down with the flu", that's their problem, Point is, I had made the big breakthrough of the winter blah's. On Saturday morning, was up at the crack of noon, and off skiing in the bush with my wife. She fell five times. I fell once. Sunday, off again skiing with a gang. My wife fell four times. I fell once. Followed this with an apres-ski party with old friends. Dandy fire going. Wizard mulled wine. Massive injections of hot home-made "soup and home baked bread. And home to bed at ten o'clock with a tremendous sense of physical and moral rectitude. I've been feeling good about winter ever since, and all depression is gone. Why don't you try it? : You don't have to, begin with a poker game out in the wilds. Especially if you happen to be an 80-year-old lady. But do something. Kick the cat. Give your grumpy old husband a goose. First thing you know they'll both be chasing you around the house, and your winter blues will vanish. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd. PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited @v Phone 985 1383 J); Kral Serving Porl Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEM, Publisher Advertising Manager John Oast, Editor Member of the Association C C Y and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Porl Perry Star Co. LM, Port Perry, Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office © Department, Ottawa, and for paymen! of postage . in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0245 Subscription Rate: In Conada $0.00 par year Eisewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy Mc CS Se 4 C - rT AA WHE aR ---- Sond A Et Ons CRNDE A ly Hed Sn cB Cet