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8-- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. November 6, 1984 Eerie sounds and old codgers baffle Scugo by Cathy Robb I am truly confused. So are all the other ghouls who rousted the Ai in his Hallowe'en reat Ugog Spook Caper. We're all baff- led. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not confused about the light, not at all. I know there's a mysterious light on ghost Road and so do all the Caper-ettes 'cause we saw the darn thing this year. Which is more than I can say for last year. Last year the only lights 'we spotted were the glows of Chuck Dewhirst's cigarettes and a spotlight courtesy of some local rednecks (including editor, John B.) who were trying to put one over on us. No, last year we didn't wind against tall grass, an unearthly whine howled up from the bushes. + The remaining ghost- watchers looked at each other. The whine swirled up to a shrieking sym- phony, a crescendo of screams, an orchestra of the most horrible sounds imaginable, played by the spirits of 3 g Spook Caper-ettes hell on the bodies of dead undertakers from the graveyard of ga motorcycle's mind. Scarey stuff, kids. This time I screamed (Turn to page 10) see the light. Too much confusion. This year we did. Well, most of us did. A few soused souls could hardly see their own feet, and thus stayed on the Spookmobile bus where there was less motion sickness. Those of us who did leave the bus, as soon as it parked on Ghost Road, were promptly greeted by the hallmark of Scugog Island, the world-famous Ghost Light. I screamed, of course. Not that I was scared. 1 wasn't I've seen the darn thing too many times to be frightened. But I thought if I started screeching everyone else would catch the hysteria and follow suit. Which they did. Actually it was rather uneventful. The white light shone down through the Hallowe'en sky, cutting through the fog like a giant high beam, and swiftly dis- appeared. There was no red light. At least, not while we were there. Still, the white light was sufficient to send ghostwatchers scurry- ing up and down the road for a better look -- that is, until they dis- covered how cold it was outside. Once they rea- lized life was much more comfortable on the bus, everyone high- tailed it back on board. Well, not quite every- one. A few of us braved the cold for awhile longer and were amply rewarded. Shortly before mid- night, when all was still except for the rustling of (4 GR ART BRA | OC OK RTERTE ky BE vg i Ta Rate § Bs 8 0 RIE yy 2 3, 3 - . (y Md NE: \! a .) 4 . Te 14 ¢ 'y ' /N NATE fees EXE ARS Bi i od ~ > 3 ed . * 34 M SALE Now here's the real mystery of the Great Scugog Spook Caper! This lovely couple made their first appearance at last year's caper and returned this year for an encore. The thing is, nobody can figure out who these people are ---- all we know for sure is they could use a double dose of Oil of Olay. But Wednesday night wasn't all fun and games, nosiree. There was keen competition among those who joined the Great Scugog Spook Caper ---- competition, that is, for best costume. Emile Kroonenberg, the guy who organized the whole evening, poses with the Best Costume award-winners, Judy Smith the french maid and Don Harper as Mr. T. AR ¥ Ton v "Dutch Slave" Kathy Hoar, famous as Emiel's Place overworked and underpaid cook, was only foo happy fo hoist the sym- bolic Ghost Road sign on fop of the Mystery Bus Tour transportation. Not too much of a mystery, eh? Howard Mall as Bozo the Clown was all wrapped up in spiderwebs (instead of his work at the furniture store) while Kathy Kroonenberg (in background) appeared ready for a little first aid.