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© i EE ARTA AALS VIR EESATRES A SALTY ERSTE 3 RT 60 YEARS AGO Wednesday, July 4, 1917 Please note all stores will be closed Wednesday afternoon for the summer months, A concert entitled "Whiz Bang" was held in the Methodist Church. It was arranged and the entertainment was pro- vided by 13 returned soldiers. . 50 YEARS AGO Wednesday, July 6, 1917 Dominion Day celebra- tions were well attended in Port Perry. The foot races were well contested and were watched with keen interest. The fol- lowing were winners: Mile Race - 1st, Walter Webb, Uxbridge; 2nd, Will Owen, Port Perry; 220 Yard Dash: 1st, Cor- Very little information is available about this picture of Blackstock sometime near the turn of the century. The scene is Scugog Street looking - less Ashenhurst, Ux- bridge, No. 3; 2nd, Wal- ter Webb; 3rd, Forbes Nasmith; 100 Yard Dash - 1st Walter Webb; 2nd Corliss Ashenhurst; 3rd ,Orr Shunk. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, July 2, 1942 The Annual Carnival of the Lions Club was a real success, orchestra for the evening dance was Lion Jack Marshall's band - from Peterborough. Mrs. Hazel Spears and family have moved to Port Perry from Mark- ham, 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, July 3, 1952 Mr. Bill Taylor was the winner of the Lions Club draw, a Gruen wrist watch. Sh north from the corner, and many of the buildings still exist today. The museum would be interested in any information they could get about the photo. Mr. and Mrs. Norman Midgely, residents of Greenbank and now liv- ing in Manchester were presented with a table lamp, hot plate and heat- ing pad from friends in Greenbank. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, July 4, 1957 June 29th, the standard rate of 10 cents for local calls from public tele- phones became effective. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, July 6, 1967 Centennial Queen Debbie Griffen pulled the winning ticket for the Centennial Dance 50-50 draw. The sum of $658.25 was won by Lindsay Mc- Coy of Whitby. Miss Janice R. E. Sad- ler graduated from Oshawa General Hospital 'School of Nursing on June 2, 1967. Miss Sadler is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ralph R. E. Sadler, Nestleton. Mrs. Wm. Ramsey and Mrs. J. Morrish, Toronto, both aunts of Reeve Victor Aldred, visited the municipal offices recent- ly as guests of Mr. and Mrs. Aldred. Both ladies were born and raised on Scugog Island. Corporal and Mrs. David Kuhn are holiday- ing with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Lamb be- fore leaving for Germany. With Mr. and Mrs. Leo Taylor for the summer are Mr. Taylor's two: neices, Misses Anne and Maeve Murray of Dublin, Ireland. PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, July 6, 1977 -- 5 Readers Viewpoint: Dean Kelly replies Dear Sir: In reply to the open letter addressed to me in the Star last week from the third place loser in the recent Ontario election I simply say "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'. : The whole thrust of my article was that people want and need jobs (1 million unemployed) and that the Federal government has failed to provide the necessary real meaningful job creating programs. Ottawa can spend hundreds of millions on bilingualism, policies that the P.M. fully acknowledges even his own cabinet ministers do not understand (CTV news June 29, 1977) while our greatest resource -- our young people go jobless. Canada has the highest proportion of unemployed youth of any country in the entire Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development. In Canada 30 percent of the work force is in the age group 15 to 24 and the young make up 48 per- cent of the jobless. In a special report from .M.P. Canadian Press out of Ottawa, Manpower critic Lincoln Alexander says the current unemploy- ment is costing Canada $17 million every day. He pointed out that there were 115,000 more unemployed in May 77 than a year earlier and that if the 94,000 students seeking jobs did not find work we could face a crime wave. Statistics for Durham region show burglaries of homes in- (continued on page 7) Vandalism The Editor, Port Perry Star, Dear Sir: The family's gift to their father on his day, June 19, was a crimson king maple tree. With sentiment, special care and anticipation, we planted it on our north lawn, five feet from the sidewalk along Bay Street. The following Saturday night a prankster snapped it in two. (continued on page 7) (PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited Phone 985 738) k (@ cin 3m): Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher N Advertising Manager JOHN B. McCLELLAND EDITOR Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Associalion and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Por! Perry Star Co. LM, Por! 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 $5.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. CL 2, 2, Sa, 5 rare Single copy 20¢ Bill Smiley It's Tough On old Turkeys In I'affaire Trudeau, my sympathies of my scanty locks, or clobber me with a read it in a book. Screams of rage, anguish and bad tefh- : male who comes along. { pilatelist, flirting freely in order to stamp on my ego. She isn't even a philanderer are all with our Prime Minister, whatever I may think of him politically. It's tough for an old turkey to hang on to a beautiful chick. Iknow. I've been trying to do it for years. My wife is beautiful. And I'm not saying that proudly, or because I'm trying to butter her up. I'm saying it as aTact. And 'I'm sure everyone who knows her will agree. I am not tall, dark and handsome. I am short, white and rather ugly. Or, as we ugly people say, my face has a lot of character. oH So, as you may imagine, I've had a lot of trouble hanging on to her. Not that she's a philanthropist, extending charity to any Nor is she a (the word I was looking for in the first place). No, there's little chance of her running off with another man, She knows to the penny how much insurance and pension I repre- sent. She's not going to throw that away for anybody less than Robert Redford, and we don't see too much of him in the crowd we hang around with, And still I have trouble hanging on to her. It's not in the marital department. It's in the arms department. - I have trouble hanging on to her arms, when she's going to hit me, or tear out some telephone or something. When we were first married, I didn't have so much trouble. I was stronger than she, and I could hang on to both her wrists, put my head down to avoid a butt on the nose, and raise one knee in front of me to ward off a kick in the groin. But years of sedentary and licentious: living have made me a shadow of my former self, and she, like most women, has got steadily stronger. Look around, and you'll agree that most women of a certain age could take their husbands, in one round, with one arm tied behind. To add injury to insult, she has been doing yoga exercises of late, and has developed muscles neither of us ever knew existed. : She is a long-suffering woman, no doubt about it. How would you like to be married to me for 30 years? But you can be long suffering and have a short fuse, one of life's little dichotomies. She has a fuse about three-quarters of an inch in length. Take last night, for example... She had dinner all ready but not cooked. Vegetables in the pot, ready to turn on. Chicken livers in the pan, salted, peppered, floured, and ready for a quick fry in butter. French fries all ready to dunk in the boiling oil. We sat down in the living room for one of those intimate pre-dinner chats that are just as much a part of marriage as post-coital depression, whatever that is. I She recently lost her cleaning lady, and that, coupled with a visit from the grand- boys, had put the house cleaning 10 light years behind schedule, if you believed it all. I listened with my usual interest and sympathy, occasionally interrupting to read her fascinating bits from the news- paper I was reading. Finally, I got the drift. 'Sweetie! You're exhausted. Let me get the dinner." Over-riding her protests, 1 strode into the kitchen, calling over my shoulder: "Just relax. You know I can handle everything." I kept up a cheery banter from the kitchen. "Is that all the vegetables we're going to have? Migawd, there's enough chicken liver here to feed a threshing gang." Not a sound from inside. I thought she was lying back, maybe reading the women's page. Turned on the cooking oil. On high. Got the veg. boiling happily. Put the chicken livers on high for that first golden searing. Took a small libation from the cupboard to keep my head clear. Magnificent sound of cooking. Veg. bubbling. Livers sizzling. Made a fast salad and another drop took, to keep my other head clear. Dumped the french fries in the pot of hot cooking oil. Clouds of smoke, spatters of grease on walls and self. Seems you're supposed to put them in a wire basket or something. ' per. Pot of fries torn from my grasp and carried to backyard as billows of smoke polluted neighborhood. Recriminations: "Stupid idiot!!" "Why don't you get the dam' dinner yourself?" "Cretin. Imbecile. Jerk." "Howuzidano?"' Feelings, as they put it, were running high. But what really made the fit hit the shan was that, while she was running around declaiming to the entire neighbour- hood that I'd ruined the wallpaper and the new paint, I calmly, like a reasonable man, retrieved the pot full of crisp black fries, loaded a plate with them and chicken livers, and began eating my dinner in a dignified fashion. This was when I was unable to hang on to her. She seized the plate of greasy liver and doubly greasy chips, and flang them on the floor. She tried to fling me after them, but her hand slipped on my .greasy shirt, flew back and gave herself a belt on the lip. Today everything is back to normal. She has a fat lip, but she's got her kitchen floor washed, a task she wasn't looking forward. to. No girls, I didn't do it. And that's why my sympathies are with Mr. Trudeau. It's hard for an old turkey to hang on to a beautiful chick. Especially if she's going to yoga. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd. ET. i A ae _- " % ERE g ¢ i i