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Rass EERE, # HELE AS vo xy ' N dainidiniduduintdudcbiictomunnnibid og ansutulotaionivii indo Cutt mb oo woo vows nodes sah ousidod fa students. Charlie McClean. 60 YEARSAGO Thurs. December 6, 1917 Mr. Jas Leask of Sea- grave, again won the Grand Championship at the Guelph Winter Fair - with his entry "Black George". He was then sold to a Toronto firm for $1.00 a Ib. His total weight was 1360 lbs. 35 YEARS AGO Thurs., December 10, 1942 Congratulations to Pilot Officer Bruce Beare who received his wings last Friday at Uplands. He is spending a few days at home before leaving for Rivers Manitoba for further training, This picture of students at 5.5. No. 9, Reach Township, was taken in 1895. The Star would like to thank Mrs. Fred Raines of R. R.-1, Port Perry, for loaning it to us, and for supplying the names of the Back row, from left: Teacher, Wm. Brisbane, Ethel Trebell, Annie Mark, Bella Steele, Clara Swift, Minnie McConnell, Milly Loftus, Second row: Bill Taylor, Jim McClean, Ida McConnell, Ivy Steele, Annie Dodds, Miss Dorothy Graham of Scugog has completed her course at Canada Business College, Toronto and has accepted a posi- tion with Canadian Fair banks-Morse Ltd. 25 YEARS AGO -Thurs., December 11, 1952 The date has been set for the official opening of the Community Memorial Hospital, a member of the board announced today. The inaugural ceremon- ies will commence at 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday, Jan- uary 7th, 1953 Veteran garage owner and car salesman in Port Perry for over 30 years, Murray Williams, of . Williams Motor Sales has announced the sale of his Queen St. business to Art. and Vern Bryden. Ernest Hayes ended six years as Reeve of Port _ Perry at a special meet- ing by resigning. His post was taken over by Harry Peel, who was officially declared Reeve at Mon- day's regular meeting. 20 YEARS AGO Thurs., December 12, 1957 The Ontario County Jr. Farmers, brought praise and honour to the County when they provided the entertainment at the National 4-H Review at the Eaton Auditorium, Toronto. PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, Dec. 7, 1977 -- § Reader's Viewpoint Dear Sir: In answer to letter "Dis- appointed in Behaviour" (Nov. 30, 1977). There are many. cases of honesty with out any thought of a reward This summer, our daugh- ter left her purse at the spring watering spot at Chalk Lake. Some person mailed her purse back, all contents intact. We still do not know who this honest person was. I could write about many such cases. Was reward necessary? This lad is a young busi- ness person. When I deliver- ed papers, honesty was part of the job. At least, I was told so, from any business person. I believe he should have returned the key with a smile. "Too many young people have to be paid for all they do. Roy W. Smith, R.R.5, Sunderland, Ontario. Newspaper welcome Dear Sir: We have recently made our home in the city of Edmonton, Alberta. Just dropping you a line to let you know how much a small town newspaper can be appreciated so far away. Reading about what's happening in town, makes us feel a little closer to home. Wishing the residents of Port Perry and area a Very Merry Christmas. Diane Barr Barb Durham Susan Malinowski Lottie Dowson, Frank Trebell, Jim Mark, and Fred Raines. Third row: Art Mark, Steele [first name unknown], May Dowson, Lottie Shunk; Minnie McClean; Muriel Williams, Emma Mark, Ella McConnell, Lula Still, Ab Shunk. Front row: Herk Williams, Frank Dowson, Russ Swift, Howard Williams, Bob Dodds, May Williams, Perc Ingra- limits have' Seat belts working Ontario's seat belt law and lower speed - resulted in a dramatic reduct was down more than 22 per ion in health care costs_for motor vehicle accident vic- a result of traffic accidents cent. Altogether, 2,343 fewer accident victims were ad- ber of people hospitalized as ham, Bob Taylor and Gordon McClean. Mr. and Mrs. L Haugen, daughter Sharon and son Bruce left last week for Europe. They will travel through Eng- land, Norway, Denmark Germany, Belgium, Hol- land and France. Mr. Haugen expects to call on various Lions Clubs and is to be the guest speaker in Oslo, Norway. 10 YEARS AGO Thurs., December 7, 1967 Sam Oyler has been re-elected as Reeve in 'Reach with a total of 648 votes. The opposing can- didate, Larry Doble, re- ceived 336 votes. (continued on page 15) tims during the first three months of 1976 following the introduction of a mandatory seat belt law. A joint Ministry of Trans- portation and Communi- cations and Ministry = of Health Study . examined health care costs for motor- ists injured in highway mis- haps in 16 Ontario hospitals during the first three months of 1975 compared to the same period in 1976. "Qur study revealed that active treatment costs for injured motorists were down $1-million over the three- month study period," Trans- ~ portation and Communic- ations Minister James Snow said. "What's even more impor- tant though is that the num- mitted to the hospitals used in our study. "There's just no question that seat belts and lower speed limits are helping. to reduce Ontario's tremen- dous health costs, as well as the death and injury rate on provincial streets and high- ways." The report also showed a substantial reduction in expensive in-patient hospital care. These hospital ser- vices, which account for the largest expenditure, were down from $2.6-million in 1975 to $1.8-million in 1976. Medical fees, the second largest expenditure, accoun- ted for $371,000 during the three-month study period in 1976, compared to $526,000 the previous year. ... Pp y ~ Bill Smiley Remembrance Day You may have noticed that I didn't write a Remembrance Day column this year. It's not that I have turned against it. It's just that, in 20-odd years of writing this column, I think I've said everything I could about it without producing a bundle of maudlin cliches that would embarrass me as much as my readers. I've written about the silvery wail of The Last Post on the desolate November air - that cry from the dead that would raise a lump 'as big as a golf ball in your throat, tears as big as tea bags in your eyes. I've written about Old Sweats chortling as they went back to Vimy and Mons.and the days when they were young and gay. and scared stiff. I've described middle- aged vets sucking in their guts in the parade,- hoping they- could hold in the pots until they finished thé march and got back to the Legion Hall for a coldie. I've described the little old Silver Star - mothers, wiping away one dry tear as they awkwardly placed a wreath, not quite knowing whether to salute or bow or just shuffle around until someone steered them away. It's bocbme too much. I've dried up. Pa it like being the Poet Laureate of England, and having to produce a sonnet to celebrate the birth of Princess Anne's first born. It's like being an editor and groaning when you're told that you will have to produce, for the 28th time, an editorial lauding the virtues of Labour Day. With any luck, the Legion will die away,. because there will be no such thing as a veteran, all veterans of all wars being dead, and Remembrance Day will be something vaguely recalled as a pagan holiday back in the 20th century, when people thought they could solve their dif- ferences by killing each other. But don't think I ignore Remembrance Day. No sir. I take it out on my students. On the day before the Day, I lug to school an armful of souvenirs, and rub their noses in .them. I think this is much more effective than writing a column or making a-speech to a group of veterans, For one thing, I can lie and lie without fear of contradiction. Those kids are left with the clear understanding that had it . not been for Bill Smiley, we'd have lost World War II and they'd now be subject to the whim of some Gestapo Gauleiter. Mind you, my souvenirs are nothing like the real stuff my uncles brought home from World War I: belts with "Gott Mit . uns," gas masks, shell cases. But on the .other hand, they know as much about World War II as they do about the Boer War, or the War of the Roses, $0 1t doesn't take much to impress them. I bring my flying log book, which shows clearly the number of bombs I dropped on the enemy. I don't have to mention that "The enemy' in most cases consisted of a plowed field, or a river with a bridge which I'd missed. I bring an eight by 10 picture of "your hero," dashing, mustachioed, standing be- side his trusty Typhoon. They say: "Was that your own airplane, 'D for Dity Dick'?' I reply casually, "We were like husband and wife." . I don't have to mention that D. for Desmond was borrowed for the occasion and that I flew any old, clapped out Typhoon the riggers could put together for another mission. Nor do I have to . elaborate that Dirty Dick was indeed like a + wife - she yawed violently to the left on takeoff. Another feature of my souvenirs is a half dozen blown-up cartoons of prison camp life. I just sort of drop this in. Then comes the inevitable question: "Sir, did you try to escape?' I slide into my British accent. "Well, eckshwully, cheps, the Old Hun took a veddy dim view of escape attempts, but... yes," chuckling reminiscently and nostalgically. , "What happened?" "Well, nothing much, really. Tried to nip off with the Obergruppenfuhrer's Volkswagon jeep and steal a.plane. But they caught me. Demmit." You see, I don't have to explain that I made what must have been the dumbest escape attempt in WWII, after stealing the Feldwebel's lunch out of his coat pocket, and had the boots put to me, severly and accurately, be several old: guys who had been badly scared recently by Typhoon pilots, and had no desire to be sent to the Russian front for letting a prisoner escape. "And what happened then?" "Well, I was sent to a special camp. for prisoners whose spirits could not be tamed, even by the dread Gestapo."' I don't have to tell these young turkeys that there were 10,000 other 'untamed Spirits". ih the camp, most of whom would have sold their ancient mother to Kubla Kan for a packet of fags. ' And I wind up with a rather vivid description of the final escape, fighting my way through Russian and German hordes as the war drew toward its climax. And falling into the arms of a Canadian corp- oral and trading him a PoW chocolate bar for a battle of beer. You see, Remembrance Day will never He © dead while I'm alive. The Argyle Syndicate I Ad.