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ME OF EN A IE Rt JR 8, . 3:1 oh Lusi hy 4 on 4 A i . 4 -- PORT PERRY STAR THURSDAY, SEPT, 24th, 1964 A x VA Ll Lal RRS SARS TEE SR SUSE Editorial Viewpoint Mental Health Message By Hon. M. B. Dymond, M.D., M.L.A. Recently I re-read Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress" and as always 1 was impressed with the fact that progress is a long, painful and often hopeless process. Thinking of society's progress in respect of the care of the men- tally disturbed I cannot escape a similar impression. There are those who tell me we are making no progress; others that our progress is too slow -- a few suggest that the problems are so great and so many that success is unattainable and hopeless. We cannot afford to in- dulge the luxury of Failure. In the five years I have been involved in the prob- lems of Mental Health, I have seen dramatic progress. We now look upon the mentally ill as sick people and I cannot believe this attitude will regress! The community is concerned and is actively becoming involved in pro- vision of care for the mentally ill. Organized Medicine is showing increased interest in the professional problems and is seeking ways of providing more trained staff to cope with these problems. Community Clinics and Psychiatric Units in General hospitals are expanding. Community Psychiatric Hospi- tals are now a fact; five have been established in five years and another is about to begin building. The future policy provides that psychiatric services will be part of the general hospital, if experience indicate this is best for - the patients. The whole objective, however has not been attained and in fact, I question if it ever will be, since "new times will bring new problems, new ideas, new ways". But much remains that can be done by the community. There is still Stigma attaching to mental illness -- still a tendency to "turn our back" on the problem -- and many other unde- sirable features. Soon, beginning September 27th, the Oshawa-Ontario County Mental Health Association will seek YOUR sup- port of the work it does among the mentally ill. That work is so extensive and varied, it cannot be fully noted in a letter. One project along -- The White Cross Centre, more than justifies the appeal, for this has now become a "real Community Centre" for those who have been ill; for them it serves a great need. Your support of this and other projects of your Mental Health Association will ensure the continuance of this excellent work and will also involve YOU in this greatest of all our Health problems. WILL.YOU DO YOUR PART TO "CONQUER MENTAL ILLNESS NOW". R Why Not Co-operation? Sometimes it seems to us that all the ills of the world would be minimized to a tremendous degree if we just studied the word co-operation and put-it to work. Of But to work together seems to be almost a forgotten thing. Different view points are necessary. Arguments must be set forth and criticism is a must. But is it too much to ask that municipal bodies - school boards and councils - Chambers of Commerce and Planning boards - Service clubs and*local groups, to keep the matter small - should sit together and discuss problems and then act together in the interest of the community? When this i done the results are excellent. And to go higher - is it too much to ask that when elections have been fought and won - or even nearly won - the efforts of all parties should be bent in one direction ~~ to give good government - not uncritical but co-operative - to the people of the country? Obviously it is too much, but a little thought to one word - co-operate - could make a vast change in the world today. , So. --that is so. Port Perry Star Co. Lid. Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher WM. T. HARRISON Editor Member of the Canadian Weekly Newspaper Assoc. Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Assoc. Published every Thursday by The Port Perry Star Co. Ltd,, Port Perry, Ontario. Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash. Subscription Rates: In Canada $2.50 per yr., Elsewhere, $8.00 per yr, Single Copy 7¢ I ee AA wg ek SAS nib ESD RETRO PARNRAL "1 84W mommy - K/S8/NV' SANTA CLAUS LAST NIGHT... ' ed 3 /5 My MAPLE LEA (gt \ Zt arn) ; Foo wi SECESIP | Remember When? Sugar =e] Spice 50 YEARS AGO Wed., September 23rd, 1914 The World War I situation: Paris is safe so far. There have been no "decisive battles", but the Allies are gradually driving the Germans back into their own country. Everywhere one hears the decision "We MUST Win." And Britain cannot be a second rate power. Her very existence depends on her ability to keep her ports open and to control the commerce of the sea. 25 YEARS AGO , Thurs., Sept. 28th, 1939 - The War and Canada. It is difficult for Canadian People to realize that we are at war. The papers have been full of war news and the radios tell of defeats and victories, of ships, torpedoes, airships lost, cities bombed and general destruction all over Europe. The world is staging a terrible and gigantic drama and it is hard to believe --ithat we are not merely specta- tors . ... . (The above is taken from the front page editorial of Port Perry Star for Sept. 28/39) 10 YEARS AGO Thurs., Sept. 23rd, 1954 Lions Club Big Hockey Night to feature Toronto Maple Leafs and Pittsburg Hornets next Thursday. Through the tireless efforts of W. M. Letcher, Port@®Perry and district will have the op- portunity of seeing two great hockey teams in action: right Hére in our own Memorial Gar- dens, Col. W. A. H. MacBrien has purchased one hundred stu- dents tickets which he is donat- ing to students of Port Perry High School. These tickets are to be distributed by the Prin cipal, Mr. Crane, to the stud- ents with the best scholastic standing. : By BILL SMILEY | IT'S THE HAPPIEST DAY! Everybody happy mow that school has re-opened? You should be. With the possible exception of Christmas Day, it's the happiest and most exciting occasion in the year, for a large part of our population. When I was a kid, we all hated going back to school. And it was real. Schools: were grey and grimy. Classrooms were stuffy and poorly lighted and smelled. Teachers were maiden ladies of eighty or minety years old, and crabby as hell. Nowadays most youngsters are thrilled to enter the portals in Septeniber.: They've had enough summer. They want to get back with their peers, and gossip, play, work, stretch their minds, find somebody to hate besides their parents. Nothing is quite so charming as the gossoons entering Grade 1. Shined and curled and starched beyond recognition, they march off on opening day with the new schoolbag, clammy hand clutched by a disgusted older brother, or pompous sister. They're as scared and excited as a pilot on his first solo flip. Next in sheer delightfulness, I think, are the kids entering high school. Last year they were the big wheels in Grade 8, the monitors, the safety patrol members, the seniors, Suddenly they are plunged into a vast high school where they are nothing, the youngest of the young, the rookies, the chickens just out of the nest. Their bewilderment is something' to behold. Mothers either weep or breathe a sigh of purest relief on opening day, depending on whether they have lost the first of their nestlings, or have just got rid of the last of the little hor- rors who have been nudging them twoards an institution for the past twelve years. Fathers, too, have either a sigh or a groan, depending on the age of the kids. If the students are young, it means the old man at least knows they're in school and safe, not being buried alive at the sandpit, or falling into the water-filled ditch, or running out in front of speeding cars to get their ball. If they're university age, he breathes heavily and grunts with a mingling of pecuniary pain and wild elation as he signs the first of many cheques for tuition fees, plus room'n board. The "drop-outs" are happy as morons. They quit last Easter, took a job, the job petered out, and now they fervently agree with their mother, who said they were too stupid to make a living unless they had a university degree. So they've drop- ped back in, to keep warm for another winter. Theoretically, the teachers are happy. They return to school clear-eyed, refreshed, bushy-tailed, dedicated, after their long vacation which they spent lying on the beach pounding a golf ball, or touring Europe. ; In reality, most of them totter in, red-eyed, wrung-out and broke, after seven weeks of summer school and, one dreadful week visiting relatives, during which their kids Were holy ter- rors and it rained every day. | \ "Toronto Telegrhm News Service. Vv ' ]