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SA i Fath A ae rs eam me DURHAM good choice for name What's in a name? Plenty, we say, as a reminder that regional voters will be asked to make a big decision Oct. 1. Sou the region's present name be retained? Or Should it be changed to one of the following three -- Oshawa, Pickering or McLaughlin? The decision to be made in 5 days -- whether we like it or not -- will be binding for at least several years. So let's all keep our powder dry and try to be selective in an unemotional and non-parochial way. No name in the region is more respected that that of McLaughlin (for reasons too numerous to need repetition here). Nevertheless. The Times doesn't consider it an ideal choice for this specific purpose. Admittedly, it has rich and wide appeal, but it is too personalized in this instance. If accepted, it may even tend to place too much emphasis on the eastern end of the new regional sphere, with Oshawa as the focal point. In case our judgement is blurred, the voters will have a chance to reject it emphatically; if they do, we will accept their decision gracefully. There has been a strong local campaign in recent months to name the region after Oshawa. Pride in community is a commendable virtue. The Motor City has been well endowed in this respect, and with good reason. The city has the largest population base by far in the region, plus the highest per capita wealth status. Don't forget also it was designated in the Province's Design For Development: Toronto Centred Region as a local point for major development in the future. But there are more serious considerations as we approach this historic municipal marriage. The selection of Oshawa would be unwise, a retrograde step. Not only would it deeply disturb the great bulk of our municipal neighbors, if not all (so incensed already over our territorial ambitions), it would greatly widen the chasm that already separates us. It's a luxury we can ill-afford at this time. Oshawa won't lose its name, as so many suspect, regardless of what happens. We love the name Oshawa, and all the good things it stands for, but we still rate it third in this horse race. Pickering -- despite its strong appeal in the west -- would also be unsatisfactory for some of these reasons at least. Durham is our choice. It has a pleasant, bell-like ring and certainly enough historical significance to make it acceptable to the majority in the region. It would be easier to sell in our opinion, then the other three. We have learned to like it a lot since the recent passage of bill 162 (which sent it to us on a trial basis). For the sake of the record -- Durham County in Ontario was named after the county of the same name in England. It was done in a proclamation in 1792 by Governor John Graves Simcoe. It became one of 19 counties created at that time (according to a 1967 book published in Cobourg by The United Counties Centennial committee called: Two Centuries of Change -- 1767-1967). Don't forget Durham! Oshawa Times ! PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited a0, -_, A S$ A "Cha 2 (um): 7, NN Ths SSS Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright, Townships P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher BRUCE ARNOLD, Editor WM. T. HARRISON, Plant Manager - J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Advertising Manager Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday 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 Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $6.00 per yéar. Elsewhere $8.50 per year. Single Copy 15¢ fo - 8 RETIREMENT AFTER 30 YEARS SERVICE ---- BILL MILEY UGAR ano One last column about impressions of England, and if you're already sick of them, turn to the classified ads. Cost. A holiday in England used to be relatively inexpensive, what with lower wages and food costs. Not no more. Cost have soared all over Europe and Britain is no exception. You can still have a cheap holiday there, if you want to squeeze every pence, just as you can in Canada. But that's no fun, on holidays. In the lovely old town of Chester, we paid about $15 for a room without bath. But breakfast was included. Good seats in London theatres cost from $8 to $10. Meals in a posh restuarant are about the same prices as in Canada -- preposterous. Best place to eat is in the pubs, where, at reasonable cost, you can get a hunk of french bread and good cheese, or a plate of bangers (sausage), a slice of veal and ham pie, or a hot steak and kidney pie. Ice. If you are accustomed to ice in your drinks in hot weather, either forget it, or be prepared to fight for it. Order a dry martini and sit back waiting for something ice-cold and uplifting. What. you'll get is a glass of lukewarm vermouth, a concoction designed to send you scream- ing into the arms of the local W.C.T.U. We arrived in Edinburgh, hot, tired and dusty after a seven-hour train ride. Struggled with luggage, cab and got to our hotel room, after riding up in the littlest elevator in the world (No more than four persons or 600 pounds). I was intrigued by the thought of what would happen if four 200-pounders got on. Anyway, when the porter arrived with our bags, we were stretched out, dying for a cold drink. I asked him to bring some ice. "Ice? Oh, yes, ice. Yessir." Ten minutes later he returned, toting a huge silver tray, bedecked with a sparkling white napkin. The piece de resistance rested in the centre of the tray -- a wine goblet with four tiny ice cubes in it. We roard. He was bewildered. We'd ordered ice, hadn't we? He'd brought ice. Courtesy. Canadians and Americans are friendly souls, on the whole, but our manners are not always exactly polished. We were struck by the courtesy and friendliness of the Brits. At bus stops, for example, there is no elbow-punching of old ladies, no sly kicks Srice on the ankles, no everyman-for-himself attitude. There is a politeness, which though pained at times, is very evident. There's an old tradition, fostered by movies and novels, that the English are extremely reticent, to the point of stuffiness or trains. They're supposed to retire behind their papers, indicating each other's pre- sence by no more than the occasional grunt or dirty look. Why, it's just the opposite. They'll go on and on and on, explaining things, being kindly and helpful until, sometimes when you're exhausted and don't feel like gab- bing, you wish the old, grumpy stereotype were true. Only once did I have a slight unpleasant- ness, and it was my fault. We were catching a train, and were late. Sweating under the luggage, and with our carriage what looked like a quarter of a mile away, I looked wildly around for a porter. The only one I could see was helping an elderly, crippled lady out of a wheelchair, to get on the train. I dropped my bags, gave the porter a hand at helping her up, then 'slung my luggage into the wheelchair and went beetling down the platform, pushing it. We arrived, and I started to unload my luggage from the wheelchair, to put it on the train. A rather stern railway official looked at my wife, who'd been galloping along behind me, looked back down the platform and spoke, 'No, no. That'll have to go in the baggage van." : I didn't know why, as it hadn't happened before, but with two minutes to go I didn't care. We put the bags in the van, and he started to fold the wheelchair and put it in. I said, "Oh, no. That belongs here." He turned purple. : He had been looking over my shoulder for the invalid, probably expecting an old soul on a stretcher. It was the wheelchair that had to go into the baggage van, not the bags. He had been completely baffled by this example of Canadian enterprise, was em- barrassed by his error, and therefore grew a bit black in the countenance. I apologized, with a very sincere look, and offered to run the chair back down the platform, but he gritted something about the train leaving and another phrase or two I didn't quite catch, but which definitely contained the word, "bloody." "Thursday, = .. WITH POWER STEERIN AND BUCKET SEATS 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 27, 1923 The local Port Perry Fire Brigade is pleased to have recently installed a gasoline engine capable of throwing water to a height greater than the Methodist Church. The Council granted $200 to the Public Library in Port Perry in order for the Library Board to purchase the building and land pre- sently being used. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 30, 1948 The Port Perry High School Track and Field Meet held on Sept. 22nd, showed keen competition with the White Team, lead by Miriam Peel and Murray Lee collecting 1117 points to win over the Red Team, lead by Eleanor DeNure and Jim Beaton, with 1112 points. The first wedding in the new Grace United Church, Scugog, took place on Satur- day, September 18 when Miss Vivian Grace became the bride of Dr. Donald C. Christie. 15 YEARS AGO Sept. 25, 1958 While cleaning up the water front along the shore- line of the Port Perry Yacht Club, stones and logs were brought to the surface. Old records and maps of Port Perry show it to be the past site of the Bigelow wharf, which was used to handle timber on the lake as early as 1854. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 26, 1963 Port Perry's Dr. Matthew B. Dymond was re-elected in yesterday's provincial elec- tion, almost having twice the number of votes of his nearest rival, Liberal Can- didate Sam Hollingsworth. Messrs. Fred and Frank- lin Phoenix, Greenbank have lost two head of cattle to rustlers