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LAGAN... the he iret Gow CRON oF Ble Bs TRE] LRAT N [3 | _ ch t= |] 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 1985 PRIZE WINNERS WD AN COmy cr a (eChA Z ~ " : \ Authorized as second class mail by the Post Ottice 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 prodoced by the advertising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publishers letters PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, June 25, 1985 -- § Combat game 'horrifying' Dear Sir: On Saturday June 22, | picked up the paper Durham Life published by the Times and found facing me a young man in his early twenties all rigged out with army outfit and gun in hand. The caption under the picture read, "He's out gunnin' for his mates." I found this article hor- rifying that men would actually find sport in 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 25, 1925 Fifty-seven students are writing their High School Entrance Examinations this year, only nine are from Port Perry Public School. At municipal council meeting Mr. Neil Sweet- man resigned as councillor and a nomination was called to replace him and Rev. Figgary. Miss Maryienne Short graduated as a nurse from Toronto General Hospital. A community picnic was held on the Indian Reserve, Scugog, under the auspices of the Indian Church. There were sports and baseball in the afternoon and a concert at night. Over five hundred people enjoyed the Old Boys Reunion at Myrtle this year. Mr. David Hub- ble of Oshawa (a Myrtle Old Boy) was chairman. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 22, 1950 The first sod was turned for the new Scout Hall in Port Perry. An appropriate ceremony marked the occasion. Mrs. George Lane first president of the Scout Mothers Association had the honour of turning the sod. 200 persons attended the annual picnic of the Ontario County Holstein Breeders at the Ransom Stock Farms. Two classes of Holsteins were judg- ed. The competition was conducted by Mr. Roy Or- miston, Holstein Friesian Fieldman. Captain Malcolm Nasmith, son of Mrs. H.C. Nasmith, will be master of the "Imperial Alber- ta" enroute to Arabia. The Imperial Alberta is one of the largest in the world and Malcolm one of the youngest masters. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 23, 1960 Honeydale Women's Institute celebrated their 25th anniversary, Mrs. O. Edwards and Mrs. L. Honey cut the birthday cake. Mrs. Honey had never missed a meeting in twenty-three years. Mrs. W.H. Harris and Mrs. John Murray members of the 1.0.D.E. presented a life member- ship to Mrs. W.M. Letcher for her untiring efforts through the years on behalf of the order. Young and old are enjoying roller skating at the Port Perry Arena this summer. A Farm Safety Council has been organized in Ontario County with Larry Doble of Uxbridge, chairman. At Port Perry Public School Field Day, Jr. (Turn to page 6) tracking down and pretending to kill each other. I guess having been raised in a home with a father who had fought in battle at the age of 16 and for years carried scars of what war does to a per- son, brought my adrenlin flowing. The owners of Durham Combat War Games, Glen Hooper and Chuck Ibbitson, lease a parcel of forested land near Blackstock. Some information given by the owners to columist Anne Alilovic read, "If you agree and think it's human nature to crave violence and shoot for the head (was one of his statements) then Durham Combat is for you." Real beef Dear Sir: Last week Bev Silver- man wrote in her column she hasn't seen a sexy farmer yet. It's obvious this woman is in a dif- ferent generation than I because today's young farmers look like they work out at Gold's Gym, have the healthiest bodies, best tans and rarely smelll of manure. There are no beer bellies as they do physical labour for at least 12 hours a day. This is hay- ing season for the Sorry! Dear Sir: In my recent column, TELLING IT LIKE IT IS, I unintentionally of- fended and embarrassed Joe and the Solomon family. I made a state- ment in this column that was only meant in fun. I am very sorry for any distress my stupid com- ment may have caused. Please forgive me. Yours truly, Bev Silverman. farmers now so when you pass a field and see them handling those heavy bales, take a good look and this is where you will find the real beef. Glen Hooper went on to give us his faith in humanity by adding, "1 guess it's human nature, people just naturally go 'a violence." Thank God there are some of us people who abhor the thought of war whether it be a game or the real thing. In one hand you have millions of people from all over our world, dedicating their life to preserve our world and the species in it, and on the other hand, you have those who are willing to make a buck by promoting anything and camouflaging it by calling it a game. Is there anything we cando to stop this? Yours truly, Yours sincerely, Jennifer Malcolm, Dorothy Hope, R.R.2, Blackstock, Port Perry. A Farmers Wife. (~ ~\ Do on JUNE 30™-JuLy (sr Vr DloNEED Dove of bill smiley WEATHER OR NOT We Canadians are a queer lot. I'll bet there's no other country in the world where people talk so much about the weather. You know what it's like in winter. Go to a party or a social gathering. If everybody is sit- ting around rather awkwardly and things don't seem to be warming up, just mention heating. In five minutes, the people who were sitting there moments ago staring at each other's feet with painful smiles are animatedly discussing coal, wood and oil furnaces, kitchen stoves, insulation, cold east winds. They'll go on for hours and both men and women are fascinated, not by the heating experiences of others, but in a frenzy of impatience to tell you about their own. For eight months of the year we go around telling each other it's awfully cold for this time of year. We complain bitterly if the weather doesn't become semi- tropical in April, though we should know perfectly well from past experiences that it won't. Along toward the first of July, we suddenly get a little hot spell. Nothing desperate. Just a little warm weather, stuff that people in the tropics would sneer at. So what do we do? Do we cast off our woollens with joyous cries? Do we have a big fete. dancing in the streets. and sacrifices of thanksgiving offered to old Sol"? Do we really get out and loll around in that wonderful heat we've waited for so long" No we We go around complaining even more bit- terly than we do in winter We take it asa personal af- front. We get a harassed. hectic look If we live in the city we dodge from one air-colled building to another (inevitably catching our death of coid in one of them) and when the weekend comes, rush madly off in all directions. We greet each other with anguished looks and '"'hot, ain't it?" Some people try to fight fire with firewater. They convince themselves with remarkable ease that a long, cool one will solve the entire heat problem. It's like pour- ing gasoline on a small blaze. After a dozen long, cool ones, they're exuding more moisture than they're tak- ing in. So they blame the weather. Most of the preceding remarks have been about the adult male population. I must admit that women and kids stand up to the heat a lot better. Big reason, of course, is their attire, or lack of it. Small children have less clothing on them in this weather than there is in the handkerchief their old man totes around in his hip pocket. Women, whose name is vanity, are interested in acquiring a tan, so expose every possible inch and ounce to the dazed glaze of the men. Women's summer garments, if they avoid slacks like the plague, are a delight to the eye, and the ultimate in common sense. Maybe that's why ladies don't sweat, but just perspire. Not so the men. Unless they're on their holidays, thev face the heat with a surly lack of compromise that is admirable, if rather stupid. Most of them wear the same clothes they do in the winter except for overcoat and jackel. A few sneakily remove their tie and some of the more degenerate roll their shirt-sleeves up, but that's about as far as they'll go. Vast majority of men wear heavy leather shoes, wool socks, long trousers made of wool or flannel and heavy shirts. They also wear underpants, which cannot be said of everybody in summer, or even in the family. One more thing that makes a man miserable in the heat is the amount of junk he has to carry in his pockets. In cool weather he can spread it around in jacket and top coat pockets. But when he has only trouser pockets in which to carry cigarettes, handkerchief, lighter, coins, car keys, wallet, pencils, bills, envelopes, bank- book, sinkers, pipe, and about fifty other essentials, he looks about the shape of an old tree, covered with fungus. A dame can carry twice as much, but she has it all rammed in a purse, and slung over her shoulder. Hot weather is not for men. They should be all given six weeks off in the summer, while the scantily clad women and children keep things going. The men won't be happy until they sniff the first nip of fall in the air, and can start grumbling about the cold and what it costs to heat the place.