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the S OO I ois (echa PO 80a 0 PORT OtREY ONTARIO LO8 WO L410 085 7303 [ED (049) [= | 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 1984 aL rye Rs who My (AJ Nip) \) Authorized as second cfass 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 -- All layout and composition of advertisements produced by the advertising department without the written permission of the publishers of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reprodeed | r { 7 PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. February 12,1985 -- § letters Problems at Cartwright dump Dear Sir: This letter may bring some interest to the "readers and taxpayers in' the Nestleton and Blackstock area. 'Iam writing in regard to the new by-laws which are being enforced and which concern the use of the Cartwriglit Transfer Station. I have been a resident and taxpayer in the Nestleton area for 60 YEARS AGO Thursday January 15, 1925 Last week in the 'Fifty Years ago', a special train went to Lindsay to see the Port Perry Hockey team play Lindsay. Well, Port Perry won the match and emerged victorious. A great deal of credit should go to the Port Perry Goalie Deshane who saved the team from defeat many times. Other names mentioned in this write-up (by a Lindsay reporter) were Beck and Raines, the two husky leftwingers, Jackson, MacGregor, Boe and Brock. The score was never mentioned. According to this Lindsay reporter, Deshane is the goalie who taught John Ross Roach of the St. Pats how to tend goal. In the recent Church Union vote in St. John's - Presbyterian Church, Port Perry, the result was that 88 members voted for union, and 98 against, out of a membership of 241. At the Scugog Council meeting, on motion by Mr. C. Hood, a by-law was passed appointing Mr. Amasa Sweetman, assessor at a salary of $50.00. Also, a motion, the treasurer was instructed to pay 'Mr. C. Hardy, $14.85 for 99 loads of gravel. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 19, 1950 The Central Ontario County District High School Board held their Inaugural meeting in Ux- bridge with the following appointed to office, Chairman Mrs. C.B. Willis, Uxbridge; Vice- chairman Dr. Roy S. Irwin, Port Perry; Secretary N. Alexander, Uxbridge. Mr. James Crane, President of the Port Perry Lions Club presented the first Port Perry Guide Company a six-foot Union Jack. Miss Beryl Larmer of Blackstock received her cap in Nursing at Nichols Hospital in Peterborough. The bounty paid for each wolf killed in Durham Northumberland County this year was raised from $25.00 to $50.00. Mr. Bruce Heaslip of Viewlake is the new Reeve for Blackstock this year and the four coun- cillors are George Black, Ivan Cochrane, Wesley Sweet and Allan Suggitt. Mr. Alex Johns, Manchester, attended the Confederation of Agriculture convention in Toronto. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 14, 1960 This year, Mrs. Joe Franssen, reported that she had a Robin visiting in her back yard. some tim. _ have always hauled my gar- bage to the Blackstock dump. On February 2, 1985 I was met at the dump. by an arrogant dump employee who told me I could not dump my household garbage at that site. I was told to take it to Darlington Landfill site or be charg- _ my garbag ed for dropping it. At that point 1 drove to Port Perry landfill site and had to pay $6.20 to dump e with a round trip of twenty-five miles. I also work six days a week at times and cannot make it to the dump on their shortened hours schedule. I have talked with Owner praises firefighters Dear Sir: I am writing to public- ly commend the Scugog Volunteer Fire Depart- ment for their superb ef- forts in protecting citizens and their belong- ings from the ravages of fire. Thanks to their labours, our barn fire was well under control in a short time. We ap- preciate the time these men have contributed in their Monday night fire drills, "and especially when a fire occurs. Metric solved Dear Sir - Here is a way for ser- vice stations to serve gas in gallons without chang- ing the pumps. One Imperial gallon equals 4.546 litres; therefore, 100 gallons equals 454.6 litres. Assume a "metric Gallon" of 4.5 litres -- 100 "metric Gallons" will be 450 litres, only 4.6 litres Without the fire department, one could hopelessly watch an en- tire structure burn to the ground. A hearty 'thank you' to all the volunteer firemen! Sincerely yours Martin Demmers R.R. 3, Port Perry other residents in the community including small business owners, who are also upset about the whole deal. I hope - our Mayor and Council will review this problem before bigger problems develop. Yours truly R. Pickard, R.R.1, Nestleton. EDITOR'S NOTE: Contacted by the Star, Mr. Pickard said he was turned away from the transfer station at about 10:00 AM on February 2. He said he had a com- bination of household garbage, old insulation, and other building materials in the back of his half-ton truck. The new regulations and supervision of the transfer station just east of Blackstock went into effect late last month. reasons to do so. Letters to the Editor 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 we feel there are very good 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 know- ing the identity of the writer. i i od Basar 9 (Turn to page 6) (Turn to page 6) bill smiley A FEW QUESTIONS Nothing overwhelming this week, as usual. Just a few questions, a few suggestins, and a note of regret. First question: Why are the Toronto Maple Leafs? Second: How come Jane Honda, Barbara Frump, James Mason and Richard Burton didn't reply to my invitation to my New Year's party? Answer: It seems that the two gentlemen, both fine British actors. had returned to dust in 1984. And the post office must have mislaidihe ladies', merely because I didn't have a street address or an area code. Mason was always good entertainment, whether playing a silky seductor, or a menacing Gestapo man. But Burton! Ah, there was a glorious flash across the stage when he wasn't in his cups. That magnificent voice. that could move from a purr to a bellow in the blink of an eye. He couldn't sing or dance, but by George. he could move you. I saw him in Camelot, the original version, with my wife. No. no. My wife was not in Camelot. She was in an excellent seat, beside me. But twenty years later, we'd play the record and both dissolve into wistful tears. We saw him again in his daring Hamlet, sitting in the midst of about forty open-mouthed teenagers, the girls literally drooling. This was about the time he first married Liz Taylor. Burton led a life larger than life and died com- aratively young. Just as well. He was burned out, and would have been pitiful hanging on as an aging actor, though some have done it well. He made movies for moriey, and never made a great one. On stage he was a shining sword. Good night, sweet prince. Another question. In all those endless beer ads, which equate the beverage with youth, good looks, bronzed bodies, sex, bouncy music and FUN, none of the participants.is allowed to do more than wave beer, bottles around, pour the stuff, but never drink it. Yet, when a bunch of hockey players, or those steroid monsters who play football, win a trophy, they are seen glugging down champagne right on the screen. How come? Question. Can two live as cheaply as one -- an old adage? As we all know, the answer is no. But I have another problem. Can one live as cheaply as two? In my case the answer is again a resounding no! I throw out more food than my wife used to serve to both of us because it's gone a bit "'iffy."' In other words, it's covered with green mould, or smells like what the Chinese refer to as "night-soil." I find bits of cheese you couldn't crack with a ham- mer and chisel. My soda crackers turn into something resembling wet blotting paper. The other night, in despair, I bought a chunk of that charred chicken they dispense in supermarkets as barbecued or broiled. Needing something to choke it down, I looked in the fridge. Ah, a jar of my wife's home-made cranberry sauce. I slathered some on, gulped a bit and discovered the succulent sauce was strawberry jam. It's not so bad ---- strawberry jam on charred chicken. I ate worse in prison camp: turnip jam on charred toast. But the food department is only one aspect of the problem. It seems there is a tiny flaw, perhaps a gap, maybe even a void, in my managing of accounts. As the bills come in, I toss them carefully on the kitchen counter. A few days later it seems about three, I gather them all up, and pay them. Plus penalties for late payments on the telephone bill, the utilities bill, the Visa account, and an insurance premium. If my wife is in heaven, I don't want to go there. There would be a lot of explaining and plain lying to do. Just this week, I came across a document that I was supposed to have signed in February 1984. That means I haven't drawn any interest on this thing for a year. I was lucky the company was still in business, though I drew some peculiar looks from the ladies who untangl- ed the mess. A suggestion. Read 'God Knows," by Joseph Heller, author of "Catch-22.,"" my favourite modern "novel, banned from most high school English courses; I don't know why. 'God Knows," is a hilarious and deep- ly moving account of the life of David, King of Kings. Unless you are an extremely well-read person, you should read it on your lap, with a copy of the Old Testa- ment on one knee and the collected works of Shakespeare on the other. The dialogue ranges from to- day's Jewish Bronx to the great Psalms of David. Solomon is portrayed as a dummy. : Finally, a note of regret. Shirley Whittington, writer and syndicated weekly columnist, has left the fold, and I am left alone, heart murmur, enlarged liver, arthritis, Old Uncle Tom Colbey and all, to totter on with the ban- ner of weekly, subjective columns. Shirley, an old friend, has a touch at the typewriter that is like herself: witty, vivacious, concerned, humane. She is a mistress of the pun, and will punish you with them to the screaming point. She didn't start writing seriously until she had coped with a family of four, but it wasn't long until she was a real pro, turning out light and serious articles on a myriad of subjects. Dirty trick, Shirley, to quit. But goodnight, sweet princess of the ink-stained page. \ ram