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I a = ATION TY I rn iy te Lh 0 ee shade orm h Yesterday's Memories 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 12, 1925 Mr. John McLintock, Jr., has taken a position in Aikenhead Hard- ware Co., Toronto. The Scugog Chapter of the Imperial Order Daughter of the Em- pire have established a scholarship of the value of $15.00 in Port Perry High School, to be competed for annually by first and second form students. It will be known by the name of Scugog Chapter 1.0.D.E. Scholarship. Messrs. Mac Beare and James Boe intend building an up-to-date garage on the lot between the house of Mr. Jos. Britton and Mr. Robert Bartley on the south side of Queen Street. Mr. and Mrs. Reuben Harding of Prince Albert have returned to their home in Brooklin. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 9, 1950 Elected to the Literary Society's executive at Port Perry High School were: Isabel Clements, president; Dave Brunton, vice- president; Doris Denure, secretary-treasurer. Two women and a two-year-old baby escaped from their flam- ing home at Nestleton on November 7. Every able bodied man in the district joined the bucket brigade in a futile attempt to save the general store of Ada Leal, and the apartment attached. When Burt Hutcheson broke an egg the other day for the pur- pose of frying it, out popped a perfectly normal egg of pigeon-size. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 10, 1960 TOPS Club members Lillian Leach and Betty Ashmore were divi- sion winners at the Annual Ontario Provincial Recognition Day held at the Prudhommes Hotel, St. Catharines. Two honourable mentions went to Shirley Cummings and Reta Brown. The Club also received a plaque for the most pounds lost per person for all Canada. Mr. and Mrs. Russell Butson of Prince Albert clebrated their Golden Wedding anniversary. The High School Commencement was held in the new auditorium. The stage is large enough now to hold forty persons, members of the board, teaching staff and students. Principal Grant McDonald, in- troduced the Chairman of the Board, Mr. William Beare, who presented the Central Ontario County District High School trophy to Volodmir Hatschinski. Mr. Hatchinski deserves special mention as he came to Canada from Venezuela in May, 1959, has had to learn English and stood highest in nine Grade Thirteen subjects. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, November 4, 1965 The Senior and Junior winners of the Port Perry Rod and Gun Club this year was Senior Charles Lown with 1000 marks out of 1000, and Cathy Nelson with 996 points out of 1000. Trophies were presented at the annual banquet. For the benefit of UNICEF local children collected $237.00. Marie Taylor received a Gold Medal for highest marks in A.R.C.T. Pipe Organ at the Royal Conservatory of Music examina- tions for 1965. The N.H.L. Oldtimers will play hockey in Port Perry against the (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, November 13, 1985 -- 5 Letters Policy discriminatory to students Dear Sir: Not being a frequent vititor to downtown Port Perry anymore, | only recently noticed a sign in the Queen Street Becker's Store which I found very insulting. It read: "No more than 4 students at a time." I asked the cashier what it meant and she replied: "Exactly what it says." Well, in the first place, I think the sign is discriminatory toward students. Students are not the only Chatterbox (From page 4) I don't pull a U-ey deliberately in the middle of the intersection which ts congested enough already without some bozo doing that. But that's beside the point. What's even worse than the U- turn is what comes next. Almost invariably the same vehicle that made the U-turn swerves back up Queen Street, stops dead in front of the Post Office, and proceeds to try and wangle itself a parking spot. Ninety-nine per cent of the time the parking spot isn't big enough so the vehicle huffs and puffs its way forward and backward, blocking traffic in both directions until the driver finally figures out he's not going to be able to pull it off. In the meantime, you're sitting behind the wheel, frustrated beyond relief, cursing the day you ever decided to take Queen Street instead of Highway 7A. Who do people do this? Do they know how much they irritate other drivers? Do they like it when this happens to them, or what? The world may never know. people capable of gathering in groups of more than four people. If a group of students happened to be the cause of some trouble in the past, it does not mean that it will always be students causing trouble in the future. To make such a generalization, to stereotype all students, is unjustified. Secondly, if the sign n.._ans exact- ly what is says, then a student would have to wait outside if there was already four students in the store. | don't think the store intends this because it would limit their profit earning potential. I would take my business elsewhere before I waited my turn to enter the store simply because I happened to be in a group of more than four *'students.'"" What is worse; having five 'students' enter the store, all purchasing something in a time limit of five minutes, or having one "non- student' loiter for two hours? Lastly, how do you determine who is and who isn't a student? Many older people return to school and would therefore be considered students, while many younger peo- ple, who may look like students, are BELVEDERE not because they have either graduated or quit school. I think the store doesn't want large groups of people gathering in the store unless they are intending to purchase something, so a sign reading: "NO LOITERING PLEASE" would suffice. Maxine Trimble A Former Student of Port Perry, but still a student. Brooklin, Ontario. Hospital Week of Nov. 1-7 Admissions... 26 Births ................... 1 Deaths ....................... 0 Emergencies .......................... 207 Operations .......................... I Discharged ...........ooc. inn somes ns 24 Remaining .............................. 37 woh CL \ \ \ ~SEQRGE =) SENAHAN SWELL, 60 MUCH FOR TRIFLE -LOCK NG ThE DOOR TO KEEP uM CUT THE WORLD OF Bill Smiley GOING OUT ON A LIMB There's nothing more exhilarating than going out on a limb. It begins when you're very little, when you eat a worm to see if he'll really stay alive inside you, or pick up a toad to see whether you'll wind up covered with warts. Later, it might be climbing out on a long, shaky tree limb over a deep pool, when you can't swim. Or it might be caught up in a tree, shirt stuffed with apples, while the voice of Geo. J. Jehovan thunders from beneath. "Come down, ye little divils; I know yer up there and = ANSVWE ya SATS 2 STAAL YN AND THIS 18 A PICTURE OF MVY EX- WIEE N MY EX-CAR IN FRONT OF MY EX-HOUSE." I'll whale the tar out of yez and the police'll put yez away fer life." Or it might be caught in the act of swiping corn and racing through the backyards and over fences, with the cobs dropping and your heart thumping and the shotgun going off into the sky. Or it might be, about age 12, smoking butts with the hoboes in the "jungle" beside the railway tracks, and having a drunk with a gallon of wine come up and start terrifying you with all sorts of obscenities you don't understand. Or it might be, about 14 and spotted like a hyena with pimples, having to ask a girl to a party, knowing that you are the most repulsive, awkward booby in town. This is a rotten limb to be out on. It could be saying, 'Don't you say that about my mother!" to the bully of your age and sailing into him, yourself outweighed 20 pounds, but your fists and feet and teeth going like a windmill. Or it could be a swimmingly exhilarating moment, like the day when I was in high school and kissed my French teacher up in an apple tree. She was a spinster and six years older than I, but if I recall, it was a swoon- ing experience and I think we both wound up hanging by our knees from the limb. These are some of the limbs I've been out on. Lots of other limbs. You've had yours; round limbs, crook- ed limbs, rotten limbs, smooth ones, brittle limbs, stur- dy ones. We have all gone out on a limb. When you're young, you don't really know the dif- ference, or you just don't care. It's climbing out on the thing that matters. Even at 20, I was climbing out on a limb, trying desperately to make the grade as a fighter pilot, sweating blood so that I could climb out on the fragile wing of a Spitfire and be killed. What an irony! Those who didn't make it were broken hearted. And then there's the limb of marriage. Most males will climb out on the first limb that is endowed with long eyelashes or trim ankles or a high bust. Even though they know it's a very green one, or a very brittle one, out they go I was lucky. The limb I climbed out on was firm and yielding, green but not brittle. And I damn soon discovered that when you climbed out on that particular limb, you didn't carry a saw, but a parachute and an iron-bound alibi! However, what I started out to say was that, as we get older, we climb out on shorter and shorter, safer and safer limbs, until we are finally left, clutching the tree- trunk, even though we're or ly two feet off the ground. The old limbs (or the young limbs) creaked and swayed and cracked and - ipped. They are replaced by the limbs of safety and conformity and security and enough life insurance. And the sad part is that these are the limbs we want our children to climb out on, no further than two feet from the trunk and no higher than two feet from the ground While they want to climb on the swinging limbs that will sail them to the skies or break and let them fall. All this of course, is a preamble to the fact that I'm still willing to go out on a limb. If somebody will fetch a step-ladder to help me get started up the tree.