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60 YEARS AGO Wednesday, June 27, 1917 Mr. J. M. Murray, Uxbridge, spent the weekend in Utica and addressed the Sunday School Session. , Mr. F. McIntyre was in Hamilton last week attending the Grand Lodge of the Canadian Order of Forresters. Mr. A. C. Taylor has cutt's grocery business. Mr. W. E. Tummonds was installed as W.M. of Fidelity Lodge. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 25, 1942 This commercial building on the north side of Queen Street at Perry Street comprised the establishments of T. Courtice who operated a harness shop and W. Tenbeth with a merchant and 'Mr. F. Colla- - The Lions Club Annual Carnival was -a great success. Lion Bill Chap- man was in charge and deserves special mention for the well organized evening. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 26, 1952 Mr. and Mrs. Wilmott Walker celebrated their 40th Wedding Anniver- sary. Mr. J. J. Gibson was among the deputy Grand Masters installed at a recent meeting of the Grand Lodge of Ontario, I1.0.O.F. The new Parish Hall of day at the hame of Mrs. H. Stone. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 27, 1957 Proceeds from the Annual Rose Tag Day in aid of Port Perry Hos- "pital by the Scugog Chap- ter of 1.0.D.E. wa} one hundred ' and forty dollars. Mr. Garry Venning and Dr. Charles Cattran, who shared the cost of a ticket on the Brighton Kinsmen Club Car draw were the lucky winners of a 1957 Ford Sedan. tailor shop. The building now houses the law offices of Tom Jermyn on the corner and Geo. Stone Real Estate in the Courtice portion. Note the hitching posts which were common at the time. ° 2 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 29, 1967 ° After completing an 11 week course on heating | sponsored by Ontario Hydro in Oshawa, three local electricians, Wes Lane, Fred Tully and Larry Mabley, received their graduation dip- lomas at a banquet held in the Georgian Hotel. The Hon: Dy- mond - official > d .the new addition" to the Scugog Township Hall on Saturday." A Centennial Mr. J. Peter Hvidsten Publisher Port Perry Star, Port Perry, Ontario. Dear Sir: Re: Big Brothers of Scugog Bed Race On the 24th of May, holi- day weekend, I had the honor of attending the Big Brothers of Scugog first annual bed race.I thorough- PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, June 29, 1977 -- § Readers Viewpoint: RAppreciates coverage ¥ ly enjoyed the event and certainly feel the local association should be commended for a tremend- ous community effort. The May 26th edition of the Port Perry Star with the two page pictorial article regarding the bed race, recently came to my atten- tion. Your coverage of the event is outstanding in my opinion. So good in fact I (continued on page 6) Open Letter To Dean Kelly Re: Not fit to govern country Dear Sir: Your published viewpoint (Star, June 15) under the above heading is an insult no red-blooded Canadian dare leave unchallenged. For clarification, is - it correct to assume that by 'Ottawa' you actually mean the Federal Govern- ment? - or more narrowly defined, the Liberal Party, Prime Minister Trudeau and the Cabinet? First of all, your basic premise is completely un- justified by actual fact. The Federal Government's approaches to job-creation and full employment which can only be achieved in co-operation with all Pro- vincial Governments, are so numerous and cover so many socialogical and demographic aspects that I have neither the time nor the intention of naming them all. Information on any one of them is available from Ottawa at the expense of a postage stamp, or from Queen's Park - or any (continued on page g) (PorT PERRY STAR Company Limited Phone 985 738) < ES ium): Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Advertising Manager JOHN B. McCLELLAND EDITOR RU) xX 0) S Era Chris St. John's Anglican Mr. and Mrs. Robinson de or the Decoration Church, Blackstock, was and family have Just i arbara Burnett Prince Albert opened and dedicated. arrived from Englan en bers Miss Matilda Snelgrove and will reside in Prince aA my Tre ita, well attended celebrated her 96th birth- Albert. ow pital, ; ndon, Ontario. -- . project, the addition is housing council chambers, clerk's office and washrooms. Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Associaton and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday 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 in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $4.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ ' June is not' my favorite month of the year. Maybe it's because on the second day-of that month, about 80 years ago, it seems like, I was ushered into the world, somebody gave me a slap on the bum, I started to cry, and I've been a bit jaundic- .ed about June ever since. It certainly has some advantages over, say, January. There are no ten-foot icicles hanging from the roof. You don't have to fight your way through snowdrifts to get to the car. But it has its own plagues. As I wrote, a three-ince caterpillar is working his way across the windowsill to say hello. I know he'll be a beautiful butterfly any day, but last night I stepped on his brother, in my bare feet in the dark, on the way to the bathroom. Ever try to get squashed caterpillar from be- tween your toes? No, I don't live in a tree house. The little devils come up from the basement, or through a hole in the screen. And they have friends and relatives. Just as I typed that sentence, a black ant, about the size of a mouse, scuttled across the floor and under a chair. He looked big enough to carry off one.of my shoes and masticate it in a quiet corner. Insolent starlings strut about my back lawn scaring the decent birds away, when they are not trying to get into my. attic through a hole the squirrels have made, or pooping all over my car, as it sits under a Why I Hate June maple tree, which is also making large deposits of gook and gum on the vehicle. Wasps and bumble bees are as numerous and noisy and welcome as gatecrashers at a cocktail party, if you dare take a drink into the back yard for a peaceful libation. If it's humid and stinking hot, as June so often is, it's like courting carnivorism, whatever that is, to sit out in the evening. The ruddy mosquitoes turn you into a writhing, slapping, squirming bundle of neurotic frustration in ten minutes. Go up north into cottage country and you wish you were back home with the mosqui- toes. The blackflies up there can be heard roaring with laughter as they slurp up that guaranteed fly dope you've plastered your- self with, and come back for more. They'll leave you bloody. And not unbowed. I have never yet seen, or heard of, a June when the weather was right for the crops. It's either too wet and hot for the hay, or too dry and hot for the straw- berries, or too cold for the garden to get a good start. Only dang thing June is any good for is the grass you have to mow. Stick your head out some evening, with your mosqui- toe net firmly in place, and you can hear the stuff growing. June is murder for young mothers, trying to get their infants to go to sleep at their usual hour, What kid of two in his ow right mind is going to settle down in bed at eight o'clock, with the sun streaming through the drapes, the birds yacking at each other, and the teenagers, who have come alive after a six-month's torpor, squealing their tires at the corner? For mothers of slightly older kids, it's even worse. On a nice, cold, January night, they can feed the kids and stick them in front of the TV set, or nag them toward their homework. No problem. On an evening in June, those same kids, from six to sixteen, take off after supper like salmon heading up to spawn, and have to be hollered for, whistled for, and some- times rounded up physically, with threats, after dark. In January, even the hardy teenager will hesitate to venture out into the swirling black of a winter night. In June, the same bird will hesitate to venture in from the balmy black of a summer night, where sex is as palpable as the nose on his face, and probably a better shape. ' June is a time when the land is infested with not only tent caterpillars and other pests, but an even worse virulence of creeps: politicians, with instant remedies for age-old ills. I'll take a plague of tent "caterpillars any day. June is also the time for another of the institutions that tend to maltreat the inmates: Marriage. Why anybody, of either sex, wants to get hitched in sticky old, sweaty old June, with all its concomit-, ants, I'll never know. - But they do, and people go around with vacuous looks talk- ing about June brides: and such. (No offence to my niece Lynn, who is getting married this month. Boy, that'll cost me,) June is a month when all the ridiculous organizations with which we surround our- selves have their last meeting before the smier break. It's too hot. The turkeys who always talk too much at meetings seem to go insane because they'll have to shut up for two months, and go on until midnight. June is a time when people go out of their minds and buy boats and cottages and holidays they can't afford and new cars for the big trip and fancy barbecues that will rust in the backyard all winter. June is the month when I have to sweat in a boiling building through my most unproductive work as a teacher: counting books, stacking book, ordering books, fidd- ling marks, planning course outlines, when I could be playing golf or drinking beer or doing something worthwhile, Lead on July, with some of that hot, dry weather, some big, black bass, lots of fresh vegetables out of the garden, and an end to the vermin of June, human and otherwise. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd.