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ITE wr ei on AT aroma © COPYRIGHT -- All 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 PORT PERRY STAR CO (WMuTED the S 2395 QUEEN STREET PO BOA 90 PORT OtRRY ONTARIO LO8 INO (410) 985.738) J. PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager Member of the J.B. McCLELLAND Editor and Ontario Community Newspaper Association. : Published every Tuesday by the CATHY ROBB Port Perry Star Co. Ltd.. Port Perry, Ontario. News & Features AOVAN Commy = oy A of postage in cash. without the written permission of the publishers. {a CNA - letters Department unfairly accused Canadian Community Newspaper Association Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment "Second Class Mail Registration Number 026% Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy 35° PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, March 12, 1985 -- 5 cn [=] Dear Sir: We, as members of the Scugog Volunteer Fire Department, feel that this departriient has been unfairly accused of refusing to pump out a flooded basement, a policy that was set by council several years ago, (Not the Present Council) and a policy that the fire department has no control over. remember when? # 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 12, 1925 By one goal, Port Perry High School Hockey club was defeated on home ice by the High School Hockey club from Cobourg. Mr. W.T. Rodman has opened a tailor shop in the McCaw Block, over the Bell Telephone office. Mr. George Howsam of Utica is moving to Port Perry after his sale in mid-March. Music examinations held at the O.L.C., Whit- by, saw Lauretta Clarke pass her Primary Theory with first class honours, and Junior Harmony with honours. Messrs. James and William Mowat have left for Toronto where they will attend Business College. : 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 9, 1950 The United Church at Orono was burned to the ground this year. Members of the United Church 50-50 Club went to Newcastle by bus to be entertained by the Newcastle Merry Marrieds Club. : The Father and Son Banquet was held at the Delicateria Restaurant, Mr. Frank Godley spoke on behalf of the Scout leaders. Mrs. R.M. Holtby and Mrs. Moffatt entertain- ed.in honour of Mrs. Andrew Turner of Carroll, Manitoba. Other guests were Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Holtby and Mr. and Mrs. Ernie Holtby. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, March 10, 1960 Port Perry High School won the Senior boys COSSA title, the team consisted of Mr. N. McQuar- rie, coach; Neil Palmer, Arthur Jefford, David Milne, Lloyd Wilson, Jim Read, manager; Mr. Ivan Parkinson, coach; Brian Taylor, Murray Blain, John Croxall, captain, Ron Willerton and David Morton. Port Perry Fire Brigade entertained their wives, members of Council and their wives, and Hon. Dr. M. B. Dymond to a social evening. The Hon. Dr. M.B. Dymond, minister of Health for On- tario gave a brief informal talk. Mr. J. Orde was elected president of the Chamber of Commerce with Dr. John Price as vice-president. Mrs. Ernest Larmer was elected president of | (Turn to page 6) This policy came into effect several years ago' when the department was heavily critized for a serious incident that took place when all of our fire equipment was out of the hall and being used to pump out flooded basements. Subsequent ly a resolution was pass- ed by Council, at that time, that the local fire department would no Kids on Dear Sir: On March 5, I walked up 7A Highway to bring my daughter home from school. Being impossible to walk on the sidewalk because in places snow was over my knees, I walked on the highway. The children coming home from school were walking on the road. They were also walking with traffic, not facing traffic. When I walk to pick up my daughter from Kindergarten, I also have my son and other daughter and me. I don't think I should have to walk down the highway with a two year old, a three year old and a five year old because the new sidewalks are unfit to walk on. Children should be able to walk to and from school on the sidewalk. I am not the only one who tries to walk with small children in the winter. With the roads sometimes slippery, and the children in bulky snowsuits, it is too dangerous to walk on the road. longer be allowed to pump out flooded basements, and a letter to this effect was receiv- ed by the fire depart- ment dated October 8th, 1975 and is on file. We realize the policy was set ten years ago, but until such time that it is rescinded, it still re- mains in effect. Therefore in reply to Mr. Buchanan's letter in road It seems obvious to me that this is the time of the year to be on the sidewalk away from traf- "fic. But to do this you must be able to walk on them. Yours truly, Kathleen LeFort, Port Perry. last week's issue of the "Star"' where he states, "These are the facts," we would like to enlighten the writer as to what actually took place. In reading Mr. Buchanan's letter, one would have to assume that the department had received a large number of calls on the morning of " February 14, 1985, regar- ding a flooded basement. (He states, previous calls to the fire department had been in vain; further calls to the department brought the same negative response; the fire department still refused to come.) For Mr. Buchanan's information three calls were made to the depart- ment. The first call was received from Mrs. Cox at 4:15 a.m. (just 15 (Turn to page 6) STARDAZE | GET OFF OF LAKE NOW LISTEN TO OLD SALLY SERPENT AND bill smiley |! WARM MEMORIES An old friend died recently, and though I was sad- dened, news of his death brought back some warm memories. He was Captain D'Alt Hudson. I'd always called him Dalt, thinking it was short for Dalton. When I saw the fancy D'Alt in his obituary, my mind began toying with the noble ancestors in his background. He had many of the traits of an aristocrat: a hawk- like profile, an impatience with fools, a grand courtesy with the ladies. My wife thought him a perfect gentleman. He wasn't perfect, but he was a gentleman. When I first met him, he was long retired from his career as a captain on the Great Lakes, though he oc- casionally skippered some rich man's yacht down the inland waterways to Florida. He didn't drink, but he told me with a glint in his eye that he'd been a "heller" as a young fellow. However, he did smoke a pipe, which rarely left his mouth, even when he was playing billiards. And that's where we met -- at the billiard table in the curling club. There was no one else around, and he asked if I'd like a game. I modestly told him I hadn't played in years, neglecting to add that I'd been something of a pool shark when I was in high school. I made a few decent shots, though he beat me easi- ly. He was a 75 year old shark. We played a few more times and some of my old skills came back and I was able to give him a game, occassionally fluking a win. We enjoyed each other's company, though there were three decades between us. We played the same kind of pool, needling the opponent, trying to talk him out of shots, but never with malice, and a straight face and "tough luck" when the needler's ploy worked, or the opponent scratched or miscued. When D'Alt learned that I had sailed for five sum- mers on the Lakes, he was delighted. We began to ex- change yars, found that we knew many people in com- mon: Capt. Bill Taylor of the ill-fated Noronic, Capt. Harold Miller of Wiarton, and others. We had shared the shabby beverage room of the old Mariaggi Hotel in Port Arthur, as it was then. We'd both been through the Big Storm of '37 or '38. In short, Cap took me as his protege, as a sailor and a pretty fair billiards shooter. He loved to entice passers-by into playing a game with me, always in- troducing me, craftily as "a high school teacher." This would ensure an easy win for the victim, as it is obvious, that school teachers could never be pool sharks. Then the old devil would stand by and shortle to himself as I cleaned the victim's clock, loser buying the drinks. : When it became clear that I was no easy mark, D'Alt came up with the/idea of a club championship tournament for Russian billiards. This would bring in the local sharks, and some real competition. He organized it,put a plaque on the wall, and play began. He didn't take part, though he could have won it handily. My first opponent, the terror of the local pool halls, scared me when he brought his own custom-made cue. I beat him. My last opponent, a brilliant but reckless player, won the first two games (it was best three out of five). Somehow, mostly due to his dashing but dangerous play, I won the next three. D'Alt was delighted and promptly had my name af- fixed to the plaque. It's still there, as far as I know. Then'there was the time he took me fishing for bass, out in the Bay. He had a stubby, roomy, trusty old boat that chugged out to the fishing grounds, while we ex- changed anecdotes and lies. He certainly knew where the fish were. We heaved anchor, cut the motor, and while he filled the pipe and gave me instructions about bait as though I were a six- year old, we bet a quarter on who'd get the fish. I flipped my line in while he was getting his pipe smoking and whipped a bass in on my first cast. D'Alt let go a few choice expletives concerning young punks taking advantage of elderly gentlemen. We filled our quota and started for home. At least we started for home. But the motor wouldn't catch. He tried everything, including some language I'd never heard before. Nothing worked. So there we were, two men in a boat, half a mile from shore. D'Alt was furious, with himself, the boat and the world. Here he was, a renowned Captain, helpless, marooned at sea in a tubby little launch, with a guest aboard. We finally attracted the attention of another boat which towed us ignominiously to shore. We finally got to a telephone and he called his son, Doug, and told him in no uncertain terms to come and get us. Two or three hours later we were home, by car. Left * the boat, brought the fish. D'Alt was in a fairly black mood and unusually taciturn. I was chuckling inward- ly, but didn't say a word. It was not my pride that was hurt. Typically, he insisted I take all the fish. I stopped curling and we saw each other only occa- sionally, but the old warmth was there. Maybe I'll meet you again, D'Alt, at the big billiard table in the sky.