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CR --m-- Phir a a © 5 Si Rt Lk EN a en a AR R---- an a pa " \ " i ipa ---- ed ME - -- =: pr ns i i. LAH ce ET PRs i letters A guide to the movies Dear Sir: In this article I hope to shed some light on the movie industry, a topic touched upon by the editor in last week's Chatterbox column. The article touched upon several problems within the industry, yet did not deal with reasons behind those problems. As the editor pointed out, he is not a movie addict, therefore not educated in the art and business of the cinema. While I share many of his valid complaints, 1 am able to see the reasons behind the faults. The movies, as well as being an enter- tainment and art form, are a business where money does matter. In fact, money is the answer and reason behind many of the editor's complaints. First of all, there is a definite lack of child- ren's films at this time for various reasons. The major studios release their serious minded, award contenders in the fall - winter months, because for some reason it is a peak movie going time for adults. Children tend to see a lot of movies in the summer months, there- fore films such as Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, Superman II, Ghostbusters and E.T. are released in May or June to capitalize on the kid's summer holidays. Around Christmas, the same thing happens again, as several children's films are released. This year there will be a re- release of Disney's brill- iant Pinocchio, and Supergirl, both perfect for the younger crowd. Now by calling a film a (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. November 6, 1984 -- § 4 Ea o% avs, ar APga ASSO the - t O ( OR renters Gn #0 801 90 PORT PERRY ONTARIO LO8 WO " (410) 985 738) i) -- a. Cn =} J. PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager Member of the J.B. MCCLELLAND Canadian Community Newspaper Association Editor and Ontario Community Newspaper Association. Published every Tuesday by the CATHY ROBB Port Perry Star Co. Ltd., Port Perry, Ontario. News & Features Pan AO! AM COMMULTS Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment of postage in cash. Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy 35¢ © COPYRIGHT -- Al layout and composition of advertisements produced by the advertising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publishers. remember when? 71 YEARS AGO Wednesday, November 5th, 1913 Mr. George R. Davey has sold his business to Mr. H.A. Syslie of West Sutton, and the new proprietor opens his store for business on Wednesday. Mr. Davey has not finally decid- ed what his future vocation will be. } SEAGRAVE -- Mr. Ed. Frise and John Tanner have erected a new Toronto mill on their well and have a water supply to both houses and barns. 46 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 3rd, 1938 Professor A. G. Christie of John Hopkins University was elected President of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers for 1939. . Mr. John Stone, of Toronto, was a weekend guest of Dr. and Mrs. J.B. Lundy. PRINCE ALBERT -- Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Snelgrove received a surprise visit from about 35 of their neighbours of the village who came to bid them welcome after their recent wedding. 31 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 5th, 1953 Mr. R.H. Cornish, who has been principal of the Port Perry Public School for 21 years, was agreeably surprised to receive a letter and medal from Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II. The letter and medal was sent 'for having made an outstanding contribution over an extended period to education in Port Perry as Principal of the Port Perry Public School." Mr. and Mrs. Ben Smith of Prince Albert celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary on Saturday, October 31st. 21 YEARS AGO Wednesday, November 7th, 1963 Fire levelled a barn on the Oshawa Road in Reach Township on Wednesday of last week. When the fire brigade arrived at the scene about 6:30 p.m., the barn was a mass of flames and was completely destroyed. The barn was own- ed by Harold Kyte, Blackstock. Port Perry High School Commencement Exercises will be held on Thursday and Friday, November 7th and 8th. Professor B.N. Smallman, Ph. D. of Queen's University will be guest speaker and Valedictorian this year is Bruce Ballinger. Port Perry Police Chief Cameron told the Star "I have very high regard for the youngsters and teenagers for their fine behaviour during Hallowe'en. He said it was the quietest Hallowe'en night in his six years as chief of police. Lloyd Fawns and Tom Dart were hired by council for a 2 year contract for garbage collection and dog control. The contract for garbage collection being $4,200 per year and for dog control the sum of $150 per year. Council received the Commission's certificate of ap- proval for the construction of water mains on Bigelow Street and Silver Street, in the Village of Port Perry. The Port Perry Junior hockey team has been named the "Flyers" and commence their season against the Orangeville Tel-Stars. Orangeville is in the *"C" division, and Port Perry is playing in the ""D" division of the junior circuit. Most of the Port Perry players are young and play- ing in their first season as juniors. Debra Jean Griffen, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ted Griffen of Port Perry, received the highest award in Brownies by earning the 23 required badges. The award wa- made at one of the regular meetings of the Brownies with her mother assisting Brown Owl Mrs. Rae Webster with the presentation. Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Hogg, in honour of their daughter Tracy Karen Hogg's Baptism were Rev. Owen R. Orr, Mrs. Margaret Hogg, Mr. and Mrs. H.D. Santer, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Douglas, Mrs. J.C. Whit- by and Mr. and Mrs. William Harrison. Letters policy It has always been the policy of this newspaper to encourage our readers to make use of the letters to the editor column. Our readers have a right to freely express their opinions and viewpoints on just about any subject, and we feel that a lively letters column helps make a better community newspaper. We insist, however, that a letter writer sign his or her name. On rare occasions, we will agree to with-hold publication of a letter writer's name, if ve feel there are very good reasons to do so. Under no circumstances will this paper print an anonymous letter to the editor. While we enjoy receiving letters from our readers, we must continue to insist on knowing the identity of the writer. bill smiley LEST WE FORGET I feel quite hurt this year. Nobody has asked me to speak at their Remembrance Day dinner. I would have turned it down, of course, because I think you can flog the old poppy and talk about throwing the torch from our failing hands only so long, before it becomes irrelevant. However, I've not been ignored entirely. A teacher asked me to send a copy of a Remembrance Day col- umn I wrote either last year, or the year before, to be read by a Grade 8 student, to the whole school, I presume. Some order. If I kept a decent file of columns, I could put my finger on it, run off a copy and shoot it to him. But my files are sc mething like my mind: scat- tered all over the place, confused, mixed up. My wife, in a fit of pique over some little thing, once stuffed about 200 of my columns into a large plastic bag. It's a little difficult to reach into that bag (it's really a garbage bag, as she implied when she did it) and pull out the right column. And of course, I haven't been forgotten by the good old administration of our school, which has requested that I write a two-minute thing about Remembrance Day. My, how that day has shrunk. When I was a kid, the whole school marched to the arena, bedecked with flags, heard speeches about our ""fallen" and "our glorious dead." I think we got the afternoon off, to enjoy more immediate pleasures. But before we were dismissed, we heard some haunting hymns, such as 'Abide with me," and, Lord help us, "Onward, Christian Soldiers," and saw some real tears fall from the eyes of people who had lost a husband or father. After World War II, but not for several years, I join- ed the Canadian Legion. Not because I wanted to, par- ticularly, but because I was a weekly editor, and you had to join everything to get the news. Each year we swaggered, with a certain amount of the old flair, down the main street to the cenotaph, followed by a rag-tag of Scouts and Guides and Brownies, to make up a parade, and led by the town band. The names of the local boys were read, a prayer, a hymn, the Last Post, some sniffles in the meagre au- dience, and some wet eyes and lumps in throats among the Legionnaires, who really did remember. Then back to the Legion Hall for beer and b.s. There was a good feeling between the old-timers and W.W.I, and us young veterans who had never gone over the top, deloused ourselves, coped with a gas attack, or been under heavy bombardment of artillery, as the old vets frequently reminded us. The native Indian veterans turned out in force. This was before they were allowed to buy any kind of spirits, and they made a day of it. Now, the tiny remnant of old vets of that time are rapidly becoming old men. Then I started teaching school. Remembrance Day was still observed, with the whole school being called for a special assembly, and the old platitudes recalled and regurgitated. I was asked to speak, at one of them. The head of the students' council preceded me, and pulled out all the cliches and hackneyed references. "Sacrifice," "the fallen," and carrying 'the torch" were among them. I didn't mean to, but pulled the rug right out from under him. I pointed out that the dead didn't fall; they were killed; that the sacrifice made by millions of young men, from many nations, all of them fighting for "the right," achieved absolutely nothing; that if someone threw them a torch to carry, they should throw it right back, and so on. The kids loved it, but the administra- tion thought it was iconoclastic. These assemblies went on for a few more years, steadily disintegrating as the remembrance ceremony was turned over more and more to the students, to whom both wars were ancient history. They degenerated into folk songs like "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" juvenile diatribes against war, and maudlin sentiments about peace, far worse than the Legion, which always had a certain dignity, could perpetrate. Eventually, the assemblies were cut entirely, and yours truly became the goat. His task: to write a two- minute commercial reminding the students that Remembrance Day is not just a school holiday. Try do- ing that in 200 words that will stir the students' emo- tions, uplift their souls, and make them want to rush out and defend their country against something or other. The wars mean almost nothing to them, and the on- ly things they'd fight to the death for are their tran- sistors, motorcycles, hi-fi's, and high allowances. Most of them have only the vaguest idea of the tensions in the world, and small reason. They're sick to death of politicians and are inured to violence by seeing it daily on TV. They don't really care much about abstracts like patriotism, loyalty, sacrifice. But I get my quiet revenge. There's no teaching, in the usual sense, in my classes on the day before the "holiday." I show them souvenirs, pictures of "your hero' standing beside his Typhoon, and tell them funny stories about stupid senior officers, and make them realize that if it were forty years ago, most of them would be in the process of being shot at, or losing a sweetheart. It works. aS