BB Oe St A hpi kd Could be possible Bruce Arnold, staff writer with the Oshawa Times in his column '"'Cynic's Notebook' has brought to light some interesting information concerning the Township of Scugog. We are taking the liberty of printing-part of his column below: It is becoming increasingly obvious that Oshawa representatives on regional council really want more housing and industry in the region -- so long as it all goes into Oshawa. Tuesday, the region's planning and develop- ment committee decided to appeal a decision of the land committee which*would have given a Mr. Jewell of Port Perry the right to separate 11 acres of land in Scugog for a future housing subdivision. The subdivision would have been right next door to Prince Albert Public School. Planned for Simcoe Street, which in Scugog is better known as Cedar Creek Rd., the area is an attractive residential community serviced by public water mains. The committee gave no reason for turning down the idea, and none of the city or town politicians who voted to appeal the severance would explain why when | asked them later. The day before, city and regional politicians, some of them the same guys who voted against the Scugog application, greeted with great enthusiasm a proposal by Kassinger Construction to build 500 homes on tableland overlooking a swamp. Why is Kassinger's idea a good one, and Jewell's a bad one? No one will say and | hate to be cynical, but could it be because Kassinger wants to build in Oshawa and Jewell wants to build in Scugog? Personal violence Most of us, unless we've been in a brawl, raped or knocked over the head for our money, don't relate personally to violence. ' Violence is something editorials deplore, telev- ision showcase, and theatres exploit. We're insulated by distance from far-off wars, revolu- tions, racial demonstrations an labor unrest. Or are we? What about the violence around us in which we wittingly or unwittingly take part? The salesperson who puts one over on the customer, lawyers who cut ethical corners, stockbrokers who 'pump up" stocks, executives who squeeze competitors adver- tisers who misrepresent, politicians who convert half-truth to truth, teachers who ridicule? What about the thousands of thoughtless social violences -- an alcoholic's effect on the family, the review which demolishes the artist, the person who never quite makes it into the club or social group she yearns for, parents too busy and tired to hear a child's plea -- the violence men do women through heedless paternalistic practices and attitudes -- the hurt caused by not sensing, seeing other's needs? Violence is intensely personal. It begins with individuals and it can end through individual action. Can any one of us look into our soul and plead immunity? (Contributed) { PORT PERRY STAR | Company Limited S- (= CNA IE Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher J. PETER HVIDSTEN. Advertising Manager Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association ! Member of the Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Part 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 year. Elsewhere $8.50 per year. Singlé Copy 15¢ BILL MILEY UGAR ano 1HHOW I LOVE SEPTEMBER 'If I were a young fellow. starting all over again, © I would try to finagle myself into job where I could take my holidays in September. preferably stretching them to about the middle of October. : These are the golden months, in this country. IT know. I've lived here longer than I care to remember. October is beautiful, but S ptember is bountiful, beneficent and blessed by a Higher Power. And I don't mean the Hydro. The other so-called summer months are a pain in the arm. June is hot and humid and mosquitoes. July and August are impossi- ble: stifling when you're trying to sleep, or raining - when you're trying to camp. Novembr is fit only for Remembrance Day. when even the birds weep, because the overhead (clouds) isso low they can't even fly. : December is a hectic, commercialized mess, when you don't know whether you're going to have a "green" Christmas, meaning dirty and sloppy and slushy, or a "white" Christmas, meaning up to your navel in snow. January is a long, forbid- ding month, something like a long, forbid- ding school teacher, with a drip on his nose, frozen. It promises nothing, threatens much. Iebruary is shorter, but sneakier. It snows and snows and it gets colder and colder. And you get the 'flu and you get sickening cards from frineds who have gone south for the winter. . January and February, unmarried, spawn March, which is like something - illegitimate borne by a drab in a ditch. Occasionally it turns out to be a beautiful child, but nine times out of ten, it is retard- ed. ¥ April, Browning, writing from Italy, said "Oh to be in England, now that April's there." Maybe England. But another poet, T.S. Eliot, must have been referring to _ Canada when he said: "April is the curellest month." There's not much snow left, except in the woods and shadowed corners, but that's about all you can say about it. Then, as most of us know, comes May. Ah, May, the burgeoning of Spring, the little tender shoots coming out on the trees, the sun warming up, the trout running, summer just around the corner. Girls who have been named May must be very capricious. May can be glorious warm a thawing of the frozen Canadian soul, a realiziation that you have once again got throught a Canadian winter without com- miling suicide. 1 This year, May showed her other side. I know a place not too far away where anglers, on opening day, were casting their lures onto a thin skin of ice, not water. And the trout were running, alright. Right underneatl' the ice. There is no evidence that any of them smashed up through the ice to snatch at a lure. This year, even the crows had a phlegmy rasp in their throats when they cawed. / Well, that about takes care of the Canadian calendar. I've already dealt with 'the so-called "Summer" months. Tourists and mosquitoes in about equal proportions. The tourists get their blood sucked, and the mosquitoes such our blood. I' T had to choose between a tourist, who: kicked sand in my face at the beach, tail-gated me on the highway, and crowded me off the golf course, and a mosquito, who merely wanted a quiet four ourices of my blood, I'd have a hard time choosing. That leaves only September and October. No tourists, no"mosquitoes, no snow. Just vellow sunshine, a bountiful larder of the "harvest, warm days, cool nights when sleep is deep and sweet. Everything is green, still, in September. I can visualize a fishing camp, good food, a chilly swim, a fire and sweaters, good conversation with good friends, a game of chess, early to bed and up early for a try at the fish, some books. no telephone, no wife, no kids. If this sounds like male chauvinism, it is. This is perhaps one of the things the more strident feminists in our midst absorbed. Once in a while he must get away from his woman. He's not trying to prove his iar ond or anything _psychological like at. ' He's merely trying to save his sanity. He's sick right to the heart, of hearing what Mabel said to Marjorie and what Marjorie is going to do about Jack, who drinks too much, and what Mabel is going to do about her kid. who is smoking pot. : Maybe I'm a male chauvinist, but I'm not a pig. I've changed diapers, done dishes, scrubbed floors, fed babbies, long before Women's Lib became fashionable. But once in a while I have to get away from my woman, with the other braves,a nd exchange male fopperies, foolishness and far-out stories. : Today we take a sauna bath. I'll bet that a, hundred years ago. Bull-with-The Buffalo's Bum and Sneaky-With-The-Beaver took off for a month's hunting and fishing when they could no longer stand Myrtle White-Father and Mary Six-Babies gossiping about their babbies. And T'll bet they took it in September. 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 18, 1924 Lieutenant Governor of Ontario, Mr. Cockshutt, was the guest speaker at the Port Perry Fair. R. Vernon and Son's won the silver cup, donated by the Canadian Bank of Com- merce for the showing of horses in the Agricultural Pair in Harness at the Port Perry Fair. Rt. Hon Sir. Hamer Green- wood, one of the most out- standing figures in British History of the present, was tendered a reception and banquet at Whitby. Accomp- anying him was his wife Lady Greenwood. South Ontario has formed a branch of the Ontario Prohibition Union. President Elmer Lick; Vice Pres. Mrs.- S. Farmer; Secretary Rev. J. L. Whattman and Samuel Jeffery, Treasurer. Messrs. T. H. Everson, Miles Chap- man and William Phoenix 'are the executive officers. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 15, 1949 Three hundred chiroprac- tors came to Port Perry, on the occasion of a pilgrimage sponsored by the Ladies Auxiliary, Reeve Ernest Hayes and ex-Reeve W.M. Letcher welcomed the visi- tors. Proceeds from the auction sale the Port Perry Lions Club is holding will be given to the Port Perry Com- munity Memorial Recrea- tion Centre. Rev. R. Seymour of Ennis- killen was the guest speaker at the United Church anni- versary in Prince Albert. Mrs. Kennedy and the Port Perry Junior choir was the talent at the anniversary. Remember when Men's overcaots were only $45.00 - $55.00. And fall dresses made of silk crepe were only $16.00. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, Sept. 17, 1959 Miss Joan Calbury, daugh- (continued on page 5)