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/ 4 -- PORT PERRY STAR, Thursday, May 20th, 1965 Port Perry Star Co. Limited Serving Port Perry, Brooklin and Surrounding Areas WM. T. HARRISON Editor Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Assoc, P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher MemMter 6f the Canatlian 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, $4.50 per yr. Single Copy 10¢ ANKS FOR NOTH Plastered in big headlines recently was the prodoma- tion that income taxes are to be reduced by ten percent. That is said to reduce government revenue from this source by an estimated $170 million. Present day popu- lation of Canada is said to be about 19,000,000. That works out at a saving of less than a dime per capita. Generous, isn't it? No wonder an opposition member called it a two-bit gift from a two-bit crowd, or something like that. Ac- cording to the table of savings published in some news- papers the taxpayer with an income of $2,000 will save $10.00 in 1966. But wait a minute. Next year the wage earner will be soaked 1.4% of his earnings for the Canada Pension Plan. If the basic $1,000 exemption applies, he will pay $14 more next year. If the employer has to de- duct the 1.49% from the total wage the worker will pay $28 into the plan -- $18 more than his tax saving. It is our beknighted belief that a citizen is entitled to have for himself at least the cost of reasonably decent living. Back in the twenties this was placed at $8,000 for a married couple and $1,500 for singles. During the de- pression of the thirties, government cognizance of the ostensible drop in living costs, or more probably the drop in government revenue and reduced the exemption to $1,000. There it has remained to this day despite the fact that the cost of living kite has in the meantime flown so high that in 1949 it lost hold of the string and had to start over again and the flight is still upward. Government takes care of itself of course and allows itself $6,000 in- dividual exemption but the rest of us have to struggle along on the depression allowances. Then, too, tax rates started at 2% and increased 1% on each added $1,000.00 in 1933. We suppose we shouldn't be cast down however! We're still eating and drinking, and the reduction in our income tax will just about balance the increase in our local taxes. --(The Ridgetown Dominion) CLASSIFIED POWER The following advertisement, taken from the Quebec Chronicle of 1807 was quoted by Hugh,MacMillan from the Ontario Archives, when he addressed OWNA mem- bers at the last convention. "Wanted -- a woman to marry, of good Irish, Scotch or Welsh stock. May weigh up to 200 lbs. and be of plain visage provided she has her weight in good minted coins or Spanish doubloons. Should she be of pleasing appear- ance she can weight but 80 Ibs. and not have a penny. One who knows when to hold her tongue would get pre- ference. A. McNish." : SHAN a VV OOOOOO00e A POVOVVOVOPDOVOVDIVDOPD POOVOVPD OVO OOOOOS OSH & SOOO POR ODDDPODD ODODE DEE EEE EAA AN A A A A A A LODE LDC, WV VV VTVOOOOPP FIFTY YEARS AGO May 19th, 1915 On Monday about midnight Mr. Geo. Schell's house, situ- ated just north of Mr. Gord- on's store on Scugog Island, was burned to the ground. ¢ = Mr. Jas. Lucas has pur- chased the house now occu- pied by Mr. J. McMurray. LJ LJ The following young ladies having completed their cour- se at the Faculty of Educa- tion, Toronto have returned home: Miss B. Vickery, Miss M. McLean, Miss Elsie Brad- ley, Misses Eva and Gert rude Henry and Miss K. Me- Caw. 25 YEARS AGO May 23rd, 1940 On Wednesday evening, May 15th, at the Port Perry High School, the Port Perry Farm Bureau was organized "with the following officers: President -- J. E. Jackson, Secretary--E. R. McClelland, Directors--Fred Lamb, Roy Robertson, Byron Hill, Wil- fred Bowles, Geo. Hood. * At the regular meeting of council on May 13th, a re- quest from the Lions Club for more frequent cleaning of the business section of Queen St. was referred to the streets and sidewalks department. MAY HE GET SEASICK! Among adults, though few would admit it, there is a great deal of jealousy of today's teenagers. This is revealed by the adults' oft-expressed wish VV AR and §S L022 2 8708 2 a 2a a 8 7a 4 P| CE stiff and buttoned, when I compared his first real job with mine. There are parallels. Both of us got the job at age 17, and both jobs were on the upper Great Lakes W TEN YEARS AGO Thursday, May 19th, 1955 Port Perry Men's Progres- sive Conservative Associa- tion met in the Public Lib-~ rary Saturday evening to lay plans for the support of their candidate Dr, Dymond. The following officers were elected: President -- Robt. Kenny, 1st Vice-President-- Hugh Sarter, 2nd Vice-Pre- sident--Ira Aldred, 3rd Vice- President -- William Bears, Sec'y-Treasurer--Art Brune ton. * * Mr. George Rodd of Port Perry, has taken over the mangership of the Dominion po at Stouffville. POODOPDPD PPE E 4 By 3 SMILEY play the piano for singsongs and run a movie pro- jector. In spare moments, he will chat to nice old ladies. That's fine, No hard feelings. We can't all be that kids in their teens could act like them; by their reaction to any hint of change in the rules for their children; and especially by their endless prating about how soft a time the youngsters have now and how hard it was in their day.. ' To hear most adults talk, you'd think they'd never had any fun at all, when they were kids, or ever done anything foolish, There's a steady stream of poppycock about how far they walked to school through the snow; how scanty were their ward- robes; how early they had to be in at night; how: hard their parents worked them; how good their marks were in school, } There's a modicum of truth in all of this, of course, because life was a lot more simple and fru- gal a quaretr-century ago. But with the passing of time the morsel of truth becomes a bit of malarkey. Personally, I think we had a lot less to cope with, socially and psychologically, if not physically, than today's teenagers. But this attitude received a jolt this week, when my son announced that he had nailed down a sum- mef job. It was difficult to keep my upper lip both boats. There the parallel ends. For instance, I hitch-hiked 480 miles, with $2.50 cash, to meet my boat. He will be driven three miles, by his father, to catch his. And the hours aren't quite the same. I worked the graveyard shift, midnight to noon, seven days a week. He'll work a couple of hours morning and afternoon, about three hours in the evening, and have a day and a half off each week. That's all right. I don't bear a grudge. Nobody should have to work like a dog. But theres a slight difference in the pay. I pulled down $30 a month, even on the 81-day months, A dollar a day and keep. My son will be knocking off just over nine times that much. However, that's OK. Wages have gone up a lot. Why should he work for peanuts? I must admit, though, that I was a little disturbed by the differ- ence in our dutles, I scrubbed floors, cleaned out lavatories, polished brass and sorted dirty linen. In spare moments I helped sling out the gangplank, or made the officers' beds. My kid will organize shuttlehoard games, aristocrats in our first job. But what about this? I wore a scuffy old smock, covered with brass pol- ish. He'll wear a snappy blue uniform, covered with brass buttons. : - And what about this? My official title was Night Porter. His is Entertainment Steward. I ate with the deckhands and firemen. He'll eat in the dining- room. I slept with seven other scullions in a stall large enough for one Shetland pony. He'll share a cabin with one other softy of the Sixties. I was forbidden, on pain of keelhauling and 16 years in the hulks, to have anything to do with the passengers, except mop up after them. The kid, in the captain's own words, "Will have the girls fol- lowing you all over the hoat." Oh, well. No use being bitter. The good old days of the Depression, when you knew you were a slave, but were happy to be a working slave, are gone forever. However, I can't help hoping the kid will get good and seasick all over that uniform, the first time he hits a roll in Lake Superior. At least, we'd have that much in common in our first summer jobs, --Taronto Telegram News Service