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Eh the PORT PERRY STARR CO LWMITED 23S QUEEN ST REE? Wo CNA ? © 801 90 QL POR! PERRY ONTRRIC (O08 INC (410) 98% 738) (») - -- 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 LSE COMMUN. Gon | 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 -- All layout and composition of advertisements produced by the advertising department of the Port Perry Star Corfipany Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publishers. PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, May 7, 1985 -- 5 letters A plea for Susan Durward Dear Sir: A dear friend and neighbour has been receiving special care in the Community Memorial Hospital for the past 16 months. Susan is making pro- gress and is on the waiting list for admit- tance to the J.C. Ruddy Hospital, Whitby. At the present time there is no FAM i Ra 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 7, 1925 A delegation from Port Perry attended the An- nual meeting of the Lake Shore Lawn Bowling League at Oshawa. Mr. E.L. Purdy was elected president and P. Ingram was elected secretary-treasurer. Mr. John Rolph died this week in Port Perry. During his life in Port Perry he had the proud distinction of pressing the button that turned hydro on in Port Perry, and formally opening Port Perry's cement highway. W.M. Croskery, local Agricultural Represen- tative has arranged a Competition in live stock judging for young men in Ontario County. To be . eligible you must be 25 years of age who have never had a course at Agriculture College. Ten pounds of sugar this ear cost 72 cents. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 4, 1950 District Governor, R.D. Little, Richmond Hill was the guest speaker at the regular Lions Club meeting. Thieves broke into Earl Mitchell's home in - Manchester last Friday during his absence in Oshawa. The back door was forced open, taking the door casing with it. The play 'Too Many Relatives" presented by Port Perry Yacht Club in Memory Hall, last week was exceptionally good. It was unfortunate that bad roads prevented so many from attending. "On April 29, Stuart Mark, Willie Heayn and myself had the pleasure of attending the Grand Ole' Opry in Nashville, Tennessee," writes Fred G. Christie in an account in the Star. The large pro- gram consisted of more than 100 entertainers in- cluding personalitites like Red Foley, Roy Acuff, Ernest Tubb, Hank Williams and Mervin Shiner. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 5, 1960 -According to Game Warden Ben Smith, this year was very disastrous for the fish in Lake Scugog. The Department of Lands and Forests estimated that 1000 bass, 2000 muskellunge, 30,000 carp and 1000 perch have been lost this year. The cause being the heavy blanket of ice and snow which covered the lake for so long without any break in the weather which would supply fresh ox- ygen to the water. (Turn to page 6) way of knowing when the transfer will take place - 2 weeks, 2 months....... After the move she will receive more therapy from more people for more of the time. In the meantime, a few volunteers are visiting Susan daily. They take along their cheery smiles, kind words, give some therapy or maybe just Inspection amazes Dear Sir: The No.41 Royal Cana- dian Army Cadet Corps of Port Perry presented their 88th Annual Inspec- tion on April 24th, 1985. Once again I am amazed at the dedication and en- thusiasm shown by these young people. Not only on annual in- spections, but on their many varied activities throughout the year, these young cadets demonstrate difficult skills and leadership potential. The yearly ac- tivities included first aid, biathalon, field craft, survial techniques, and an exchange program with the Sault Ste. Marie Corps. Even though the Port Perry Corps is relatively small in number, the percentage of young men and women that go on to higher levels of ac- complishments is phenomenal. In regards to the com- munity involvement, [+ none is required. They are self sufficient. This, however, does present a problem, a lack of com- munity knowledge re- above mentioned activities. I believe that the local community newspaper has some responsibility in reporting the activities of the No.41 Royal Cana- dian Army Cadet Corps. Sincerely, Peter Vanderheul, R.R.1, Blackstock. read a story or play music to her. If you could volunteer one or two hours once or twice a week with Susan, please phone - Mr. or Mrs. Shill 1-705-357-3379; Mr. or Mrs. Smith 416-985-7512; Mrs. Donna Durward 416-985-2233. It is a challenge - not only does this type of reaching out help the recipient, but the giver is rewarded with the knowledge that he or she has made the day hap pier and more stimulating for Susan Durward. "Happiness is sharing our good health with another, and by helping others you help yourself." Yours truly, Roy Walker Smith, Port Perry. STARDAZE PP bill smiley My first acquaintance with conventions was slightly THE CONVENTION Let's have a convention! In what primeval swamp, by what hairy ancestor, was that suggestion first offered sixty million years ago? Wherever it was, and whoever it was, an institution was born that has proliferated into a countless-billion- dollar business, a source of pleasure for millions, and a mountain-sized headache for hundreds of thousands, each year: the convention. : Can't you see them sitting around on their haun- ches, chewing a morsel of mammoth, and sweating out the details? Where to have it, the big cave or several smaller ones. Size of the convention fee -- two round stones or three? Women allowed? Unanimous NO. Dogor prizes? Entertainment? Keynote speaker? Agenda? Little did they know what they were letting their descendants in for. Dragooning into service a Convention Committee: Burp, Yob, and Gunk. Setting up sub-committees: the Round Wheel Committee: the Fire Without Lightning Committee: the Bigger Sling-shot Committee. Forgive them, Father, they knew not what they did. Like many another great, simple idea, that of The Convention has grown in scope and complexity until it employs a staggering amount of time, money and ner- vous energy in the twentieth century. In today's society, and especially in the western world, The Convention is a fact of life. Everybody from librarians to lawyers, from postal workers to politicians, from hairdressers to hustlers, is into the convention syndrome. Housewives are nervously planning their wardrobes for the newspaper convention. Doctors are putting the final touches to their cure-for-cancer paper for the medical convention. Writers are polishing their latest creative explosion for the author's convention. Politicians are frantically reinforcing their ram- parts for the party convention. Reeves and deputy- reeves are wangling a pass to the Good Roads Conven- tion. Shriners are refurbishing their fezzes, lawyers tar- ting up their torts, and labour leaders seeking new slogans, as convention fever slowly but surely seizes them. A convention is many things to many people. To the organizers, it is a nerve-frazzling ordeal, a labour of love, and a pain in the arm, the pain replaced by ex- hausted bliss when everything goes well, there are no fist-fights and no heart attacks. To the hard core who attend the business sessions, it is an intense exercise of picking others' brains, discovering new ideas, and working themselves up in the pecking order toward that shining summit -- Presi- dent of the organization. To the casual convention-goer it's a combination of a little business and a lot of pleasure: living it up in a swank hotel, meeting old friends; post-prandial parties; "hospitality suites' with free booze; pleasant outings planned by the sweating organizers; a little trade or pro- fessional gossip; a once-a-year holiday; making new friends. All in all, a bit like a ship's cruise, without the possibility of mal de mer, although a distinct probability of mal de tete. traumatic. I was a night porter (cleaning latrines, scrubbing floors, polishing brass) on the old Hamonic, a passenger boat plying the Great Lakes. We'd picked up a load of conventioners at Duluth and taken them to a convention in Detroit, where they used the boat as a floating hotel. And floating was the word. Many of them were awash by the time we reached Detroit. About three a.m., I was polishing the brass rails leading down from the lobby to the lower deck. Gruell- ing, lonely work. Out of nowhere appeared a very drunk lady who felt sorry for me, and offered to remove the brass polish to help me. . So saying, she hoisted her skirt, straddled one of the brass rails, and slid down it, vigorously shining with her stockinged legs until collapsing in a crumpled heap at the bottom. I was a bashful seventeen. She was an old lady (at least hirty-five). It was an alarming, fascinating experience. As a weekly editor, I soon discovered that the newspaper convention was the only anodyne to a slavish sixty-hour a week occupation. Turn off the presses, lock the door, and head off for the convention. In those days, conventions were held at some of the great old railway hotels like the Manoir Richelieu at Murray Bay, on the St. Lawrence. For four or five days, we lived like royalty, before going back, sated, to the old editorial desk, where we lived like peasants. Right now, I have to decide whether to attend a con- vention of old fighter pilots. I know I should burn the invitation. I don't think I could survive it. But I'll pro- hably go, if they'll just promise to scatter my ashes to the four winds, and let me keep on flying.