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ry peey we STARA Lp SR, Y dali H AFAR UIP 28 FEARS SYRGP EAMES FERS BEE Ss A BBL A Ads VY I; Si SAE as EAE GAS LY LEAD IE LEAT 60 YEARS AGO 2 Thursday, February 14, 1918 Thos. Cook & Son, Bell phone 134, will take contracts to supply ice for summer use to householders and others. A $5.00 reward will be given by the undersigned for the name of the party who is circulating that I have left town. I have not and am still doing business at the old stand in the Leonard Block. Dr. J. A. Murray. In the rearrangement of officers for the Mission Band this year, Mrs. Botwright was made President, and Miss Minnie Innis, Secretary. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 11, 1943 Hockey fans in Port Perry raised $100.00 last Friday night for the Russian Relief Fund. A double-header hockey match was staged at the arena, and there was a bumper attendance to watch the local Lions Club and Business Men go ow defeated 10-8 by the General Motors Payroll. _ Port Perry has os declared a poultry district and even under the coal shortage, fuel could have been secured through Ottawa to heat poultry buildings. P.O. Murray P. Holtby, youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Holtby, Port Perry, recently arrived overseas. He won his wings and commission at Dunnville, Dec. 4, 1942. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 12, 1953 New proprietors of the former Christine Bakery in the Carnegie Building, Queen Street, are Mr. and Mrs. Augefter of Toronto. The business, formerly owned by Mr. Fallis of Toronto was opened last March then closed in the fall due to ill health. Farmers and hunters in Reach Township claimed the second highest total of foxes..killed in Ontario County during 1952 with a total of 150 pelts, paying out a total of $450. in bounties. Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Gerry Nelson whose son was the first baby born in the new Port Perry Community Hospital. 20 YEARS AGO : Thursday, February 13, 1958 ~~ Mr. and Mrs. Albert Short of Seagrave celebrated their 40th Wedding Anniversary on January 30 at the home of their daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Bryce MacGillivray of Sunderland. Prices from Dowson's Red and White Foodmaster, 1958: Cloverleaf Fancy Pink Salmon, 1 lb. tin, 49c; Valencia Oranges, 5 lb. bag, 49¢; Chocolate Chipits, 6 oz. pkg., 29c; Shortening, 2 lbs., 49c. Last Monday evening, the Port Perry 1.G.A.'s came through with an 8-4 count to down the Uxbridge crew in the first game of their best 2 out of 3 0.M.H.A. play-offs. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 15, 1968 Lynne MacGregor, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. MacGregor, was crowned Queen at the Annual 'At AY A few months ago, the Star ran a photo of the Hiscock Bakery in Prince Albert and since then received this photo from Mr. Elmore Wagg of R.R.1, Orono. The bakery was moved from its location near the road further back on the present lot, and with only a few changes still is occupied today. Mr. and Mrs. Wagg purchased the building in about 1937 for $276.00 and then before moving the 'building, tore the second storey off the building. The two ladies in the photo, Helen Wagg, left and Mrs. Harlem Wagg lived in the house while it was being moved. Photo courtesy Mr. Elmore Wagg. Home" held in the High School Auditorium Friday evening. A grand old lady in this community, Mrs. Marietta Raines, celebrated her 96th birthday on February 2nd. Mr. Arnold Roach was chosen chairman of the Scugog Retarded Children's Education Authority at its inaugural . meeting held last week. Scugog Centre School is to house classes for these children. Anna Forder and Richard Stephens placed 16th of an entry of 17 pairs from 15 different countries at the Olympic Games at Grenoble, France. = PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, Feb. 15, 1978 -- 5 Reader's Viewpoint One Flag To Go Dear Sir: Congratulations to those responsible for changing the old rags with a new, beauti- ful flag on top.of the Post Office building. On Sunday, when I looked out the window towards the Municipal Building the Editorial Comments Continued last couple of years, the Russians are paying only lip service to the concept of human rights within the Soviet Union and its satellites. Dissenters within the Soviet Union are still subject to abuse and imprison- ment. In short, Soviet international behaviour towards the improvement of the relationships among nations leaves much to be desired. They cannot be trusted to act in good faith, and the western democracies, including Canada, must view any international action the Soviets take with a great deal of suspicion. While hopefully, we will not see a return to the Cold War situation of 25 years ago, we must be prepared to face the realities of Soviet behaviour, and deal with it accordingly. remnants of a Canadian flag was still fluttering in the wind. Perhaps, next time I look out it may be changed with a brand new one. Sincerely, * Per Hvidsten { PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited Phone 985 7383 Sale Sa, @cin : (oun) : Serving Por) Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher _ Advertising Manager JOHN B. McCLELLAND EDITOR Member of the Canadian Communily Newspaper Assoc = and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Associa' or Published every Wednesday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd, Port Perry, Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Deparimenl, ONawa, and tor payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0285 Subscription Rate: In Canada $8.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ \. EET Bill Smiley A Sunny Column This week, for a change, I'd like to write "declared it wasn't bad at all, that she'd wall. This goes on at irregular intervals having a field day. And they can have it. " I {5 a nice, warm, sunny column, after bleating piteously in the last one about our dreadful Canadian winters. It's difficult. There's a raging blizzard howling around the house. The wind moans, then wails, then shrieks in frustrat- ion as it can't quite knock down the sturdy brick structure. If I'd been like the first two little pigs, my dwelling would be flat by now, and I'd be bowling across the fields like a tumblining tumbleweed. Couldn't make it to work this morning. Managed to get the old '67 Dodge started, barrelled through a drift on to the road, couldn't make the hill, backed down, got stuck while turning, was pushed out, went the long way around, drove for a bit in pure whiteouts, finally put my tail between my legs, or came to my senses, crept home, rammed the old buggy into a drift," and dived into the house. My crazy wife, booted and scarved and helmeted, was just starting off for the eye doctor's, five blocks away. She thinks I make too much fuss about the weather, mainly because she stays in when' it's dirty, and I'm the one who digs the car out every morning. I told her to go ahead, but I wasn't driving her down. She stepped out the back door, in the lee of the house, and walk, implying by tone and expression that I was a big chicken, and that she, raised on a farm, was of the real pioneer stock who didn't let a little 40-mile wind bother them. "Go ahead. Enjoy," I suggested. She stuck her nose in the air, sailed out the back walk, got to the corner, turned purple and almost went flying off like a seagull caught in a squall. When she crawled back in, panting, I ~ said it might be a good idea to call the doctor. She 'did and learned that he, sensible man, had started for town, turned around and gone home for the day, and all appointments were cancelled. If she's tried to make it to his office a back, we'd have found her dead in a drift, in about three days. From my second-floor window, the only one that isn't frosted over, I watch the show. One bewildered bird, tail blown inside out. goes by on the wind like an arrow, slams into a tree, grasps a brarich, is caught again by the monster and tossed out of sight into the spindrift.'- Must be some sort of a miniature turkey, who didn't know enough to go south with the rest of the folks, and thinks he has it soft because somebody is gorging him daily at a feeder. Wham! Thunk! One of the shutters has "torn loose, swings open against the window frame, then slams back against the brick all day. My wife knows perfectly well that when the wind dies, the shutter will be in the half-closed position, a real eye-spre, and that nobody is going to wade through that snow with a ladder and fasten it back. I gently remind her that the same shutter blew off completely last winter, and lay near the front steps until well into September before being put back up. "Rrrowrr!" There goes a snowmobile, hell-for-leather, with someone who thinks he's Captain Marvel at the wheel. If somebody comes out of a sidestreet, that embryonic Evil Knievel will go straight into him at 40 miles an hour. Oh, well. "One less. No cars about now, after a few idiots tried to make the hill, and all wound up backing ignominiously down. There goes, the oil truck, lumbering through. Wish I owned about four of those and I'd be sitting in my southern condomi- nium right now, chortling as I waited for the mail to arrive so' I could count my cheques. Taxi company has obviously taken the phone off the hook. Don't blame them. Send a driver out for a dollar and a half call to some crazy old lady who wants to go shopping, and wind up with a $15 towing - bill. , There goes another tow truck. They're I'm happy, sitting snugly at home, waiting for the soup to boil. Called the school. Hardly anybody there. But we teachers are like the Pony Express. We're suppos- ed to get through. I could walk. It's only a mile, uphill, and I'd probably only get a heart attack or pneumonia. They'll prob- ably dock me a day's pay for not trying to get through in my car and going in the ditch or running down a pedestrian. There's that poor devil down the street, shovelling. Every time I look out this window, he's shovelling, tirelessly. Can never be sure he's real. More like a ghost who has been assigned this job for etern- ity, instead of coal in the Other Place. This is worse. Wife worries about sister-in-law, living alone in the country. Worries about her father, hoping he won't try to get around the rural mail route today. Worries about her daughter, who must bundle herself and The Boys up and venture into the storm to deliver them to day care, herself to practice teaching assignment. Tell her not to worry. There's nowt we can do about it. In fact am rather enjoying the storm, the cut-off feeling. The not going to work feeling. A good storm is rather like a purge. Cleanses the spirit of that daily grumbling about the weather. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd. oh bt Sm ae 2 Sz SE