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J k J letters Proud, concerned snowmobiler Dear Sir: It would seem to be one of those facts of life that "along with the good, comes the bad'. However, when the "bad" is something which we can control, it angers me that it should be there at all! I think I can speak for persons who fall under any one of the following categories: 1. avid, concerned snow- mobiler. 2. member or executive of a responsible club or 3 a landowner whose property is used for snowmobile trails. You see, I am one of these! As a snowmobiler, I and my family try to obey all laws, use some common sense and put a little pride into my voice when I say, 'Yes, lam a snowmobiler." I buy my - validation sticker, buy trail permits for each of my snowmobiles, and join a local club for the betterment of my chosen sport. When out on a ride, I stay on the marked trails, obey the speed laws and do my best to promote snow- mobiling by being con- siderate of other people and their property. As an executive member of the Port Perry Snowmobile Club there are many times when I feel like crying in frustration and striking out in anger, at those individuals, (described (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. January 31, 1984 -- 5 J.B. McCLELLAND the S 0 ( or ems (@Cha PO SOX 90. ' PORT PERRY. ONTARIO LO8 NO (416) 905.7383 oO) | a J. PETER HVIDSTEN £4 Publisher Advertising Manager Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Community Newspaper Association. Editor Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co. Ltd. Port Perry, Ontario. CATHY ROBB News & Features Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment of postage in cash. g Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 A Ne on yea Peps As30CAAY Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy: 35° remember when? £ 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 31, 1924 Port Perry is to have many road improvements this year with the help of a $25,000.00 grant from County Council. A 20 foot roadway is to be constructed from Widden's corner northerly along Perry St. to the railway tracks; from the railway crossing at the station below Water Street to the Town Hall; then southerly from Queen Street along Water Street to the railway tracks. Mr. Arthur L. Bailey, 1 mile east of Blackstock, Lots 1 13 and 14, Concession 4, Cartwright Township, will sell his farm stock and implements by auction on February 16th. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 3, 1949 Mr. Maurice Fralick, Scugog, is busy putting in a supply of ice for next summer. It is 15 inches thick. Joan Marie Bentley, Port Perry, left on Monday for training at the Canadian Mothercraft Centre, Toronto. Bruce Heaslip was re-elected as President of the Cart- wright Agricultural Society for 1949. 1st Vice President is Howard Forder and 2nd Vice-President is Neil Malcolm. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 29, 1959 Port Perry Public School was the scene of the Ontario Liberal Rally on Monday night. Mr. Allan H. Hollingsworth who held the federal seat of York Centre from 1952 to 1957, was the speaker. Port Perry's Council for 1959 includes: Reeve J.J. Gib- son and Councillors Art Cox, T.J. Harris, L.A. Boyd and Frank Godley. P.O. Harvey Pare with his wife and children returned home to Cornwallis, N.S. last week after spending a month in Port Perry with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. LR. Bentley. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 30, 1964 Amidst the decorations of "An Evening in Paris", Miss Barbara Holtby was chosen Queen and Miss Margaret Craighead was chosen Princess at Port Perry High School's annual "At Home". : The annual Mother and Daughter banquet for the Black- stock Brownies and Guides was highlighted by the pre- sence of "Horace'", Miss Edith Milne who is the Camp Commandant at Doe Lake. , Garth Brooks of Manchester, played host to a number of friends Saturday afternoon, on the occasion of his ninth birthday. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 30, 1969 Over 100 Port Perry fans were at Maple Leaf Gardens on Monday night to see Anna Forder and Richard Stephens easily win the Canadian Senior Pair Figure Skating Cham- pionship. After three years of successful operation of the Port Perry 1.G.A., the proprietor, Mr. Dan Madsen has decided to purchase the business portion of the Stouffville I.G.A. Mr. and Mrs. Frank Godley were recently honoured with a buffet and reception on the occasion of their 25th Wedding Anniversary. : Congratulations to Reeve Mr. E. Oyler, who was elect- ed Warden of Ontario County at the recent inaugural meeting. : Port Perry Firemen recently joined the Ontario Fire Fighter's Association. Two delegates from Port Perry, Mr. Keith Mark and Mr. Charlie Lown along with Mr. Wm. Harrison and Mr. Clive Boyd, delegates from the Ontario Mutual Aid Association will attend a quarterly meeting in Fonte Hill on Sunday, February 2nd. / 10 YEARS AGO Wednesday, January 30, 1974 The official population of the new Township of Scugog is just over 9,000 according to the last census. About 20 parents and a dozen teachers were on hand at Port Perry High School Library for a public meeting with the school trustees and Board of Education staff. Major concerns had to do with the board plans to alleviate overcrowding at the public school in Blackstock. The school built in 1954 not only has 4 portables but a kinder- garten half a mile away. At the annual meeting of the Blackstock Agricultural Society last Thursday, Don Frew and Sons Co. Ltd. were awarded the Field Crop Competition Trophy for 1973. Mrs. Stella Miller has returned home after a two week vacation with her daughter in Windsor. She also spent some time with her daughter in Ajax. Mrs. Miller is looking forward to visiting relatives in England in May. Dill smiley A SAYING I HATE If you read in the papers one of these days about some middle-aged guy going berserk and punching a pretty young waitress or bank teller right in the mush for no apparent reason, you'll know it was I, driven final- ly over the brink by that inanity to end them all, "Have a nice day." It may happen in a restaurant. It will be just after that waitress has served me lukewarm soup, followed by filet of sole. The filet will turn out to be out of the boot variety, rather than the sea variety, and I will just have broken a tooth on it. As I am fumbling fragments of bone out of my face, she will sashay off to serve another customer, hips twitching, and toss over her shoulder at me a gay "Have a nice meal, now." That's when I will let her have it. Or it might occur on a Friday afternoon, in the bank. The weather forecast is for blizzards. I'm in a snarky mood, on my way to have two teeth extracted, and my arthritis is giving me a fairly lively foretaste of hell. And this young teller, her feet aching, slaps down my withdrawal, summons an exhausted smile from down around her pantyhose, and chirrups "Have a nice weekend, eh?" It's not the grammar or the verbiage I object to. It's the utter insincerity of the suggestin. It means just about as much as if the speaker blew his/her nose and spat into the wind. And it's pretty obvious where it came from. It's one of those American imports that should be banned at the border. It has crept across via the airwaves, issued in treacly tones by signing-off disc jockeys and game show MCs, And it has been copied by Canadian media people, who ape automatically the mispronunciations of their U.S. counterparts, such as eggsacution for "execution and noshus for "nauseous." From there it has spread like the Black Plaque in- to our airlines, hotels, restaurants, and even our sacred institutions like the banks. I haven't been in a bordello lately, but I'd be willing to bet that when a customer totters off shaky and unshaven into the cold dawn, the madame will coo after him in dulcet tones. "Have a nice day, now." I' have a strong suspicion the damn thing originated in the deep south, along with such heart-felt maxims as "Y'all come back real soon, y'heah." Which means, roughly, if you want to be ripped off again in our joint, we'll be happy to oblige. I refuse to believe all those waitresses, air stewardesses, bank clerks are spouting this garbage from deep in their hearts. Those gals are tuckered out. They don't give a diddle whether we drop dead, as long as we do it in front of somebody else's wicket. No, they'be been coerced into this phony farewell by the Simon Legrees they work for, the type who think that if the clerks utter such slop in the Holiday Inn in Texas, they should do the same in the Holiday Inn in Toronto. And they're the guys I have it in for, not the poor underlings, forced to soil their lips with an artificial, cynical-so-long that raises the hackles on the likes of me. At first I responded to this silly utterance with a reluctant and very concise "Thanks. You too." As I became more disgusted with the obvious falsi- ty of such as the dentist absentmindedly muttering "Have a good day' just after he'd drilled two and yank- ed one out, my response subsided to a grunt. Next step will be to look one of the idiots who issue this inanity right in the eye and calmy ask: 'Are you kidding? Who told you to say that? Do you mean it? What do you care what kind of day I have? I don't real- ly care what kind you have." This might make a few of the more sensitive ones blush. But most of them would just drop their jaw and wonder whether old Smiley had got into the sauce, to make him so snarly. It may take stronger measures and I hope many of my readers who agree with me will join in putting a halt to this pernicious poop. If it happens in a public place, perhaps we should call the manager and say '"This young la y/man is in- terfering in my private life, in my democratic right to have a rotten day/weekend if I feel like it. Now you, buster, just tell her never to insult another customer with that silly saying, or I'll take my business elsewhere." This is the only language understood by the type of turkey who thinks such garbage as 'Have a good day" i8 good public relations. Hit him where it hurts. In the P.P. panic pocket. Perhaps I am over-reacting. I have been known to do this in connection with Celsuis, metric, politicians of every hue, greedy unions, misleading adver- tisements, town engineers, school administrators, and about 12,000 other things, including the highway robbers known as garbage mechanics. Maybe it will pass away, along with other such worn-to-the-heels expressions as "That'll be the Fros- ty Friday" and "All righty" and the ubiquitous "Turkey," which seems to cover a multitude of mental and physical abberrations. But in case it doesn't, keep your dukes up, you purveyors of "Have a good . . . . . "