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id the PORT Pte STARR (O (mute 13% Quits STREL? PO 801 9C PORT OteEy ONTARC (O08 WC 4.0) 98% 738) 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 Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department. Ottawa. and for cash payment | 2S MMUN ) 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 PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, April 9, 1985 -- § letters Why exclude the Kinette Club? Dear Sir: On April 3, one of the local service clubs of: Port Perry hosted a ser- vice club interclub. As' we the Kinette Club of Port Perry did not receive an invitation, I would like to ask this club what they would class us as, if we are not of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reproduced without the written-permission of the publishers 1 service club. ) Gentlemen, what b » HS when? = 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 9, 1925 Two barns were completely destroyed by fire. A barn owned by Mr. Wm. McCulloch, just west of Port Perry, and one belonging to Mr. Alex McGinnis, north of Sonya. Mr. Ross Roach has bought the property ad- joining the fair grounds from Mr. Alex Vance and will take up the business of chicken farming. Rev. A.E. Thornley, minister at Port Perry United Church has gone to a charge in Peterborough. Mr. I. T. Henderson of Prince Albert disposed of 75 of his fancy Barred Rock hens to a party in the city. Mr. Russell Butson and Emily of Prince Albert have moved to Utica. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 13, 1950 Port Perry. Service Club raised $71,000 by their telephone euchres. This money will go towards the hospital room they are furnishing. Miss Gwen Wilson of Blackstock, student at = Peterborough Normal School, spent last week in Oshawa schools observing. A variety show was held in Greenbank United Church with proceeds to buy swings for the Green- bank Community Park. "On The Shores of Lake Scugog,"" a well- illustrated local history on Port Perry and area, was on sale at the Star office for $1.65. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 14, 1960 The Curling season came to a close this week with Dr. Price's rink winning the Dr. Bathie trophy. Maybelle Rebekah had an attractive Pre- Easter display of spring fashions in the Public School. In the Lions Club public speaking contest at Lakefield, Miss Jeanne Williams placed first in the girls division. Miss Jean Pearson of Uxbridge was the guest speaker at the Brooklin Junior Farmers communi- ty night held in Brooklin. Her topic was on the Junior Farmers overseas trip to Great Britain which she took in 1959. This year the municipal building finish- ed construction and renovations. The business of- fice and the Hydro offices are now located in the newly constructed front of the building. (Turn to page 6) category would you care to place us in? The Kinette Club of Port Perry has a history of serving the communities greatest needs. In 1984, we donated in excess of $2,000.00 to help in the research of Cystic Fibrosis, also in 1984 we donated 2 items of need to the Port Perry Com- munity Hospital. We donate 3 bursaries a year; 1 to Port Perry High School and 2 to Cartwright High School for a total of $400. This is to assist a deserving stu- dent in furthering his or her education. We spon- sor a ringette team in Port Perry and a hockey team in Blackstock. We, in the past looked after the kiddies parade and mutt show at Western Weekend. We have also made numerous visits to the Nursing Home in an ef- fort to cheer up the elder- New inspection for propane Attention owners of propane-fuelled motor vehicles in Ontario. Effective April 30, 1985, all propane vehicles must display a sticker in- dicating the fuel system complies with the prescribed safety stan- dards. This applies to factory installed systems and after-market conversions. Since propane conver- sions began, problems have become apparent such as: The quality of conversion work, the ex- istence of unregistered conversion shops and vehicles component pro- blems, particularly with regard to hoses, connec- tions and fittings. Inspections will be done at any 'Motor Vehi- cle Inspection Station" licensed to inspect pro- pane fuel systems. These may also include pro- pane conversion shops. If the fuel system - meets the required stan- 'dards, an MTC propane motor vehicle inspection sticker will be affixed on the lower right-hand cor- (Turn to page 7) ly. We also assist our Kinsmen during Springfest and whenever needed in their other ser- vice work. If the above past history does not class us. as a service club, please would so- meone advise me as to what we should call ourselves? Are we to be classed as one of the minority groups, or are we just a group of women not worth mentioning? Well, Gentlemen, we are not just a group of women. We are women of substance serving our communities: greatest needs. Respectfully Submitted Betty Bouillon President of the Kinette Club of Port Perry. STARDAZE AT THIS TIME THOPE THAT CHILDREN STAY AWAY FROM CREEKS AND DITCHES AS ~~~ THEY ARE UNSHFE 8 bill smiley THE OLDER, THE BETTER One of the nice things about growing older is that we grow steadily more pure. It's astonishing how we shed sin and don morality with each passing year. One night about 50 years ago, for example, I was climbing over a stone wall with my shirt stuffed with grapes, when a stentorian voice bellowed, 'Hi! You!" My heart leaped into my mouth, I leaped to the ground, the grapes popped out of my shirt, and I took off like a missile, pursued by outraged roars and heavy boots. Later, in the sanctuary of my bed, did I regret my wickedness, revile myself for shattering one of the com- mandments and swear that I'd never do it again? Not exactly. What I did was regret losing the grapes, revile myself for being scared half to death, and swear a return visit to the vineyard as soon as the heat was off. That's what I mean. Today, I'd never consider such a thing. Oh, I might give my golf ball a very small kick if it was in a particularly bad lie in the rough and nobody was looking. I might say I'd paid the hydro bill in time to get the discount when I knew perfectly well that it was in my pocket, unpaid. But I'd never dream of do- ing anything dishonest, like stealing grapes from a millionaire with a huge estate and a huge gardener doubling as a night watchman. Other people are the same. The older they get, the better they get. Not long ago, I visited an old acquain- tance. a woman in her early 40's. She had a teenage daughter who was out to a dance that night. The kid was supposed tu ve home by one. As the hour neared, the mother kept breaking off her monologue about her church activities, her eyes flitting toward the clock. By one-fifteen, I had to restrain her forcibly from calling the police. The kid showed up at one-thirty. You should have heard her mother. You'd have thought the youngster was utterly depraved. Later, as mama served tea and vehemently wondered what was going to become of these un- disciplined, irresponsible teenages, I couldn't help casting my mind back. Twenty-five years earlier, my hostess had been a regular young rip, whose specialities were drinking gin out of the bottle in backseats of cars, and going for mixed midnight swims au naturel. Recently, I spent a weekend with an old college friend. He had distinguished himself at university, not through academic or athletic prowess, but for an in- credible memory that could recall the words and tunes of all the bawdy songs ever sung. Saturday night I tried to get a few verses of Riley's Daughter, or Cats on the Rooftops out of him, but he was strangely reticent. In the old days you had to hold him down and stuff a sock in his mouth to make him stop singing. Sunday morning, he acted kind of mysterious. Wanted me to go for a walk with him. I decided he was taking me to the bootlegger's, so naturally demurred, but he insisted. Ten minutes later my mouth was still hanging open as I sat in the back row of the Sunday School and watched my friend, arms waving, face beaming, leading about eighty small types through the strains of Jesus Loves Me. Last spring I bumped into an old Air Force sidekick in the coffee shop of a city hotel. Hadn't seen him since Brussels 1945. His name was Dick, but we called him The Count in those days, because he was reputedly, and enviedly, living in sin with a beautiful, rich Belgian countess. He was a big, handsome, devil-may-care chap then. Anyway we chatted. He was pretty fat, pretty bald, pretty dull. "Remember when we used to call you The Count?" I asked, in an effort to establish some common ground. He muttered something like, "Count me out," and launched rapidly into a spiel on the work he was doing with juvenile delinquents, through a church group. He finally ran out of breath, there was an awkward pause, the: "Guess you haven't met my wife," he said, turning to a large red-faced woman sitting on the stool beside, eating a vast sundae. It was not the Countess. And so it goes. You can see them everywhere: peo- ple who were onced steeped in sin and now pass the col- lection plate; who were once steeped in gin and whose inflamed noses now light the way for the valiant armies of the temperance movement. Reformed lechers lead the attack on pornography and prostitution. Reformed poachers want the game laws tightened. Ancient golfers will take off as few as five strokes from their actual score. Sex fiends become saintly. It's as plain as the wart on your nose that people improve with age, morally, if not physically. But I'd still like to know why. Is it because they have learned to respect the law and other people's property? Is it because they know the day of judgment is bearing down and they're try- ing to cover their flaming youth with a nice coat of camouflage grey? Or is that they simply don't have the stamina to be sinful any more? Perhaps some of you old sinners could enlighten me.