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Port Perry Star ro rikted Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas WM. T. HARRISON Editor Member of the 'Ontario Weekly Newspaper Assoc. P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher Member of the Canadian 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 $3.00 per yr, Elsewhere, $4.60 per yr. Single Copy 10¢ DODO PD OOP OO OE POO P® Exploration Of The Unknown The imagination of man has been stirred by the recent dramatic exploits in space, and the live pictures of the moon televised up to the moment of pnpact of Ranger IX. / Millions of dollars are poured into the space pro- gramme, with the public, generally speaking, accept- ing the fact of the enormous expenses involved. These vast sums are not spent on the salaries of the astro- nauts alone, nor on those of the thousands of men and women employed in the industry: a very large per- centage must, of necessity, be applied to the design, manufacture and purchase of materials -- from com- plicated electronic equipment to the insignificant screwdriver. This is precisely {he case with the scientists at. work in cancer research. They are not concentrating on rills and craters, pressure suits and cabins, but on living cells the true behaviour of which is still unknown to man. Surely they are making just as important an exploration into the unknown as are the 'space-minded' men of another discipline. Anyone who has seen a small child slowly dying of leukemia or an eleven year old youngster unable any longer to play baseball because of amputation of an arm or leg, does not care too much about the competi- tive race to the moon -- no matter how thrilling a scientific feat the attempt may represent. They care far more about relieving pain, loneliness and fear in those who, many of them, are sometimes doomed to leave the earth before they have been able to explore even a quarter of its surface. With all this, it is difficult for us to equate the expense of cancer research with that of space re- 'search, to recognize precisely how enormous are the sums of money that must be poured into cancer re- search materials alone. Yet were the cure of cancer to be discovered tomorrow, surely it would be a greater blessing to the human race than the feat of planting gome nation's flag atop the moon. April is Cancer Month. The month when homes and industries throughout Ontario will be canvassed, It is well to remember that the hazards for mankind will be far greater should we fail in cancer research than if we fail to reach the moon. An important meeting and panel discussion will be held in St. John's Presbyterian Church Hall on Monday, April 26th, at 8 pm, The cure of cancer is everyone's concern, and at this meeting outstanding authorities on the subject will be speaking, and anyone interested in attending will be able to learn more about this greofiul disease. FIRE PAY, A+ . yer FIFTY YEARS AGO Wed,, April 21, 1915 Moving Pictures--Hear and see the singing and talking moving pictures at the Royal Theatre Port Perry, on Thursday evening of this week. Admission, Adults 26¢., Children 16c. One night only. x kw S. Klebanoff, of Toronto, has leased the store in the Blong Block, Port Perry, and will sell Men's Furnishings and Boots and Shoes. Mr. Klebanoff expects to be open for business about the 1st of May. * * * Mr. Art Dowson has pur- chased the Standard Bred Stallion, Pomeroy, from Mr. James McKee. REMEMBER WHEN? 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 25th, 1940 Local Veterans Attend Di- vine Service -- The veterans paraded to the Church of the Ascension headed by Mr. George Hull, president. Rev. J. C. Clough, rector, deliver- ed the address, with Dr. J. B. Lundy and Rev. Joseph Denny, honorary chaplain of the unit, reading the lessons. J * * Congratulations to Miss Enid Wallace, who last month received a permanent appointment as librarian on the staff of the Windsor Public Library. * x * Myrtle Station -- Mr. W. McCartney has secured work on a farm at Norval and moved his family and house furniture to the new home on Tuesday. SUGAR and SPICE TEN YEARS AGO Thursday, April 21st, 1955 Retail merchants at a well attended meeting in the Lib- rary on Monday, April 18th, voted to try Friday night opening until nine o'clock, beginning the first of June, and continuing until the end of August. * * * A spring festival of song will be presented by the Ont- ario County Jr. Farmers choir on Friday, April 29th in the Whitby Township Hall, Brooklin. This pro- gramme is under the direc- tion of Mrs. Elsie Dobson, and will have as it's theme "This is our Country". By BILL SMILEY SOUR NOTE ON FESTIVALS Every year, the Music Festival throws our es- tablishment into a ring-tailed tizzy. And this year it was the same old story. In the first place, it always takes place at the worst time of year, One year it will be in the middle of the opening of trout season. By the time I get out, after listening to all those erumby little kids play the same old crumby pieces, the big fish are all gone, and I have to thrill over the leftover seven-inchers. Another year, it strikes at the height of those first golden, green days on the golf course. This year, it caught me right in the middle of about 100 hours of marking exams "in my spare time," ag the tax- payers put it. But I'm not complaining. I'm used to sacrificing the finer things of life for what my wife thinks are the finer things of life. No, I don't worry about me. Nor do I worry about my son. He's like me; a steady reliable, gentle, sweet type, who takes things as they come. It's the women in our family who cause the trouble, My wife and daughter, who operate on hig C at the best of times, hits a new note, way above that, when Festival Time arrives. Young Kim has a penchant for self-destruction before the event. At her very first music festival, when she was six, she played a piece called "The Little Mouse." And you should have seen her. Under her left eye she had the biggest little mouse ever hatched -- size of a rat. The day before, in a rush for the teacher's desk, with a brilliant piece of art work or summat, she had collided head on with a little boy. She had an eye like a rainbow with a hangover. ' . Another year, she got the flu', and played with a temperature of 102. Feverishly. Last year, she came up to me about three weeks before the festival and said, "Guess what, Dad?" She'd broken a finger playing baseball, and later lumbered through her pieces with a cast on it. The other day, she decided to ski down the last 40 yards of the ski slope on her nose. It was the day before the festival, She played in a state of shock. And her parents listened in the same state. It's disturbing to have a nut of a kid like that around. But she's merely a physical case. Her mom is a mental case. When the bugle goes for the music festival, the Old Girl leaps on her hobby- horse and rides off in all directions, At one time she was an ordinary festival mothen, Lipstick gnawed off, hair like a haystack, eyes wild. fingernails bitten down to the first knuckle, nerves like strung piano wire. But now she's a music teacher, as well. Not only does she bleed-for our own kids, but her pupils as well. There hasn't been a bed made in our house since the festival began, Not that it bothers her; she hasr't slept a wink anyway. She gallops off at 9 a.m., pencil and program like sword and shield. And she sits there listening to a lot of little kids playing a lot of little pieces for about 14 hours. Then she comes home and gives me a three-hour post mortem. I reel into bed and fall asleep like a wet towel She lies there in a state of warm rigor mortis, go- ing over all the mistakes her students made, re- playing their pieces, arguing fiiriously with tha stupid adjudicator, grinning wildly at the other teachers, saying "just wait until next year." Music festivals are for crazy people. Crazy kids, who think they are musical. Crazy parents, who think their kids are musical, Crazy music teachers, who think they are musical and their students can't help showing it, How'd you like to be married to two crazy people? --Toronto Telegram News Service