The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

Yesterday's Memories 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 2, 1950 ..Mr. Roy Cornish acted as chairman for the first important hockey meeting for the district. Attendance was good and a set of regulations to be carried out by a parent body slated as follows: Dr. R.S. Irwin, president; C. Hewitt, Vice-president; Archie MacMaster, Secretary; Bruce Beare, Treasurer. Girl Guides and Brownies collected $30. during their annual "Cookie Day." An arrangement worked out between the High School and the Port Perry Star will give students interested in journalism the op- portunity to cover events at the school for the local paper. Jack Kip- pen, Kay Prentice, Nancy Kight, Shirley Diamond and Ron McKinzey were this week's contributors. py, The following won prizes for their costumes at a Hallowe'en party held by the Alpha club; Best dressed couple - Mary Wilson and Helen Lane; Best dressed girl - Carol Sweetman; Best dressed boy - Howard all. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 3, 1960 Two carloads of local fans journeyed to Sutton to see the High School football team trounce the Sutton High School team 21-0. Outstanding players on the team were Phil Clark and Wayne Powell. A great deal of credit for the fine team effort was given the cheerleaders Jayne Carnegie, Nola Hunter, Ruth Milne, Kay McKen- zie, Marie Parry, Sharon Beare, and Carolyn Raines. The same week the team had another big win by defeating Brock High School 38-0. Again Phil Clark was Port Perry's top scorer. Mr. J.F. Vickery paid the Star office a visit this week to show us a nice sample of freshly picked strawberries. Members of Eastern Star met in the Masonic Hall for election of officers recently. To head the executive as Worthy Matron was Adelia White and Hugh Espie, Worthy Patron. Population of Port Perry was 2,247, 15 years ago. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 28, 1965 On Saturday night in Oshawa McLaughlin Library, David Litt, son of Mr. and Mrs. Ray Litt had the honour of playing at the prize winning recital given annually by Oshawa Branch of Ontario Registered Music Teachers' Association. On Tuesday evening, Branch 419, Port Perry Legion honoured the Legion sponsored Squirt softball team to a banquet. Earlier in the year, the team had captured the All-Ontario 1965 Championship. Following a successful season, Port Perry and District Softball Association held the annual meeting Saturday in the Council Chambers. Elected president to succeed Don Cochrane was Bill Harper. First and second vice-presidents - Don Gray and Charles Bourgeois respectively; Elmer Lee, re-elected treasurer; secretary Vin Walker, also re-elected. Marie Taylor was in Montreal recently, as accompanist and co- director of General Motors Choir, who performed at the televised opening ceremonies of a new G.M. plant in Quebec. Qe. PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, November 5, 1985 -- § Letters No humour in article Dear Sir: This letter is in response to com- ments made by Cathy Robb in the Chatterbox column regarding the Eastern Star organization. I too, like Cathy Robb, am a daughter of an Eastern Star member. | am also a niece, and granddaughter. Unlike you Cathy Robb, I have a lot more respect for this 'benevolent' organization. To insinuate that Eastern Star members belong to houses of ill- repute is absolutely appalling. 1 have wondered many times what my mother, grandmothers, and aunts have done at their Eastern Star meetings, but 1 certainly never thought they were selling their bodies or drugs as yeu so indicate in your article To suggest that these people are members of the Klu Klux Klan is not humourous in the least. Just because this organization keeps their business secretive does not indicate that they are all delin- quents. In fact you make them sound as if they are all part devil, Personal Touch Dear Sir: I'm writing to thank Cathy Robb for such a good article on our business, October 16, 1985. It had a nice personal touch to it, which is also how we like to run the service --- with a personal touch. (However, my husband has often warned me to watch my mouth when I'm being 200 vote in advance poll Voter turn-out at the advance poll held on Saturday November 2 was considered lower than normal for a municipal election for Scugog Township. There were 200 votes cast in this advance poll. Usually close to 250 persons cast ballots in the advance poll. Regular voting day for this municipal election is next TUESDAY, November 12. The polls will open across the Township at 11:00 A.M. and remain open un- til8:00 P.M. The Township will set up an "election night headquarters' at the Latcham Centre in Port Perry and the public is invited to watch the returns as they come in. quoted. You may not have noticed but I tend to run off at the mouth a little...). Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet Cathy, and we hope to see her again in the future. Sincerely, Vicky Pidgeon, BASc. Weight Counselling Centre. BELVEDERE when the main principle of this orgamzation is the belief in God. Your little sarcastic barb poked at the Masons was yet another exam- ple of your tact, or lack of, should | say In your closing lines 1 almost thought you had taken a more " mature look at the Eastern Star, but only to realize this was too good to be true when 1 saw "The hardest part, after all, is memorizing the" sectet password." Many friends and family are waiting for your apology. We miss- ed the humour about this matter. Unfortunately for the Port Perry Star, it will no longer receive business from many Masons and Eastern Star members. Many of my relatives have already cancelled their subscription. But you know what the saddest part is Cathy Robb? Because these people are the way they are, they will probably pray to God to forgive vou for your ignorance Sincerely, Lisa Nottingham B.A, B.Ed. R_R.1, Nestleton. THE WORLD OF Bill Smiley Ed bs fer CITY LIFE IS TOUGH This is a time of year when my heart goes out to city-dwellers. It's a time when rural or small town liv- ing is immensely superior to that in the concrete ca- nyons, the abominable apartments, the sad suburbs of metropolia. In the city, day ends drearily in the fall. There's the long, wearying battle home through traffic, or the draughty, crushed, degrading scramble on public transportation. The city man arrives home fit for nothing but slum- ping for the evening before the television set. And what greets him? The old lady, wound up like a steel spring because she hasn't seen a soul she knows all day, there's nothing to look at but that stupid house next door, ex- actly like their own, and the kids have been giving her hell. He's stuck with it. For the whole evening. That's why so many city chaps have workshops in the base- ment It's much simpler to go down cellar and whack off a couple of fingers in the power saw than listen to Mabel Life is quite different for the small town male. He is home from work in minutes. He surveys the ranch, says 'Must get those storm windows on one of these days, and goes in, to the good fall smells of cold drinks and hot food. His wife saw him at breakfast, again at lunch, has had a good natter with the dame next door. and has been out for two hours. raking leaves with the kids She doesn't need him Instead of drifting off to the basement the small town male announces that this is his bowling night, or he has to go to a meeting of the Conservation and Slaughter Club, and where's a clean shirt. And that's all there is to it. While her city counterpart squats in front of TV, gnawing her nails, and wondering why she didn't marry good old George, who has a big dairy farm now, the small town gal collects the kids and goes out to burn leaves. There is nothing more romantic than the back streets of a small town in the dark of a fall evening. Piles of leaves spurt orange flame. White smoke eddies. Neighbours call out, lean on rakes. Women, ker- chiefed like gypsies, heap the dry leaves high on the fire. Kids avoid the subject of bedtime, dash about the fire like nimble gnomes. Or perhaps the whole family goes to a fowl supper What, in the city living, can compare with this finest of rural functions? A crisp fall evening, a drive to the church hall through a Hallowe'en landscape, an appetite like an alligator, and that first wild whiff of turkey and dressing tht makes your knees buckle and the juices flow free in your cheeks. But it's on weekends, that my pity for the city- dweller runneth over. Not for him the shooting-match on a clear fall Saturday, with it's good-humored com- petition, its easy friendliness Not for him the quiet stroll down a sunny wood road, shotgun over arm, partridge and woodcock rising like clouds of mosquitoes. It's not that he doesn't live right, or doesn't deserve these pleasures. It's just that it's physically impossible to get to them easily. If he wants to crouch in a duck- blind, at dawn, he has to drive half the night to get there. Maybe on Sunday or holiday, in the fall, the city family decides to head out and see some of that beautiful autumn foliage. They see it, after driving two hours. And with 50,000 other cars, they crawl home in late after- noon, bumper to bumper, the old man cursing, the kids getting hungrier, the mother growing owlier. Small town people can drive for 15 minutes and hit scenery, at least around here, that leaves them breathless. Or they'll wheel out a few miles to see their relatives on the farm, eat a magnificent dinner, and sit around watching TV in a state of delicious torpor. Yup. It's tough to live in the city, in the fall. "Harold, did you fix the trash compactor.yet?"