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ah Re aN, La Re PES) Editorial Not the easy route / While that is as it should be, there are others in the community who sit on the other side of the fence and feel that Coun. Taylor's action Monday night was a blatant example of misrepresentation or a flagrant abuse of power. If the action taken by~Gduncillor Taylor was the improper one or the proper one Is a question that will have to be settled by the people, the passage of ie and the councillor himself. But one thing is for certain, regardless of where you stand on the issue. His action may be right or wrong, but it certainly wasn't the easiest direction to take. To suggest Coun. Taylor changed his mind on the. issue with the next election in mind is out of the question. With this in mind, Coun. Taylor's best route would have been to sit tight and stick by his guns. Any trauma resulting from his original position had ---already erupted, so the obvious political thing t6 do was to antagonize no one else. While it is hard for a politician to change his mind on any issue, let alone a controversial issue, it is almost masochistic to make oneself the centreshot by turning the tide. While there are three other councillors and a mayor who also voted in favour of the penitentiary, Coun. Taylor must have known that the reaction of some...fed by the emotionalism of this issue...will level the blame directly at him and no one else. Couple that with the fact that Councillor Taylor represents the Island, where the emotionalism sur- rounding the issue has perhaps run the highest of anywhere in the township, and you get an idea of just how unpolitical Coun. Taylor's action was. Undoubtedly, Coun. Taylor's action may be called many things by many people. But it certainly can't be called a cop-out. We have what everyone is screaming about these days. An honest politician who does what he thinks is right...no matter what the consequence. We wonder how that will sit with the public. Comments There are probably a lot of people around these, days eager to pump Scugog Coun. Jerry Taylor's arm in appreciation for what they feel a job well done, taking the bull by the horns and doing what is right. . / 50 YEARS AGO Thurs. September 17, 1925 The work of widening the bridge at Scugog is continu- ing, part of the work being done by means of a gasoline engine. ' Mrs. Ethelwyn Hutcheson having finished her three years training at Wellesley Hospital is taking a trip to the West Indies, Demarara, and Georgetown before commen- cing nursing. Miss Edith Peters of Port Perry leaves this week to attend Normal School at Peterborough, Mr. Nesbitt, Jr., will attend Norman School in Toronto. Rev. S. C. Jarrett was the office at a Uxbridge. Mr. S. Jeffrey and son, have just received an order for several hundred sets of harness, which will mean a very busy six months in their factory. Mr. Jeffrey is to be congratulated in receiving will this large contract as several of the largest manufacturers in Canada competed for the usiness. i _ 25 YEARS AGO .. Thurs., September 21, 1950 Mr.-Charles Stewart in his will included a bequest of ;twelve chairs to the Public Library in consideration of the many quiet hours he spent in the reading Sk The board members, Mrs. W. H. Harris, Miss Eunice Harris and Mrs. W. Letcher selected .the twelve arm- chairs to be purchased. Mr. Ralph Sadler of Nestle- ton won first prize in the carriage team class at the Port Perry Fair. Congratulations to Mrs. Sandy Moore for winning so -many - prizes--at Oshawa, especially on her flowers. ° At the Blackstock fair this year, Miss Doreen VanCamp won prizes on a sewing Kit, tea towels, sockees and a dressed doll. 15 YEARS AGO Thurs., September 15, 1960 Remember When..? 5-3. of Columbus. $500.00. The Port Perry Junior Ball Bill Smiley 'Now that's fishing | ¥ A & '° ¢ © team won the Eastern Squirts arrived home from Ontario playoffs by winning Woodstock with the Laurie over Odessa with a score of 'Mojors trophy and the : ' Ontario Squirt Championship An early evening firelevel- crests. They defeated Niag-, led the! White Rose Service ara-on-the-Lake and then, Station of Mr. Frank Simpson . the Squirt Champions of the year before, the Galt ~~ ~"Senior Conservation Legions. Officer, Mr. Robert Trotter Attendance at Port Perry wasawelcomespeakeratthe High School was up twenty Port Perry Rod and Gun percent over last year to' Clubs regular meeting. bring the attendance up to - Mr. Milt Butson picked a over 500 students. - g second crop of 'both rasp- Thieves broke into the berries and strawberries in house of Mr. and Mrs. Albert his garden this week. Allen and stole a diamond The Department of Edu- ring and some $50.00 cash. cation announced that John - Feddema of Cartwright High Members of the Honeydale School has been awarded a W.I. enjoyed a bus trip to Student's Aid Bursary. The Niagara Peninsula, stopping value of the bursary was at Hamilton Rock Gardens, ------ ata lock on the Welland Twenty-one Girl Guides Canal, the Vinelands and the nd four leaders from Black- Historical Museum. stock, spent a pleasant week- preg Port Perry ladies of end camping on the farm of he 1,awn Bowling Club won a Murray Byers. 4 Beautiful silver tray, the Bradley Trophy from Osh- 10 YEARS AGO awa, they were Mrs. Marg. . Thurs., September 17, 1965 Hayes, lead, Clara Martyn, The Port Perry Legion skip and 'Alma Cox, vice skip. o = a RE "I wonder what the poor people are doing today?" murmured my fishing mate, as we lay back on a bed of moss, our bellies stuffed with fried fillet of pickerel, looked up at a huge blue sky and lit a cigarette. We had just finished a short dinner, prepared by qur guide, and had nothing in the world to do but have a little rest and go back and catch some more fish. No wives nattering, children squabbling, telephone ringing, tires squealing, news- papers blatting headlines. No decisions to make, disputes to handle, compromises to make, people to get sorted out, problems to solve. It may not be paradise, but Northern Saskatchewan makes a pretty fair approx- imation toit, if you like fishing, and clean air, and a complete lack of tension, noise and 'pollution. Some of the weekly newspaper people had elected to go on a fishing trip in som e of the best fishing country in the world. It was like asking a boozer to go on a wine-tasting trip through Southern France. We were guests of the Saskatchewan Department of Tourism and Renewable Resources, quite a mouthful. And fine hosts they were. They supplied transportation, accommodation, boats and guides. All we had to buy was our fgod. Don't ever tell me again that Saskat- chewan means endless miles of prairie. More than half the province makes up some of the most striking wilderness in Canada, thodsands of square' miles of lakes and forest. } "And they're not just bragging about that fishing. I had read of it, and seen some of it on television. It's real. Time and again you'll see two, or even three people in one boat, all with a fish on the line. Some of the fish-hogs from Ontario were literally hysterical after half a day's fishing. It begins like this. The guide takes you out toa spot, and you troll slowly. In five minutes you've caught a pike that would have delighted you back home. . "Better throw it back. Let him grow up," mutters the guide, laconically. You are ready to clutch that four-pound pike to your breast and cry, tearfully: '""Nobody's gonna get this baby away from me." Too late. The guide has unhooked the fish and let it swim away. In the next 10 minutes you've thrown back four, about -the same size. "Suddenly, your fishing partner ties into a good one, and with a lot of reel-screeching and general excitement, he lands one about nine'pounds. "Yeah, we'll keep dat one. He's not bad," says the guide gloomily. And so on. Same with pickerel. If you hit a hot spot, you can "Fill up", that is, catch your quota for the day, in half an hour. Quotas are generous, and there are no fewer than 12 species of game fish in the province. ) So much for the fishing. It's so good that a KCB RELA (44% four-year-old chimpanzee or an 84-year-old senile grandmother could catch fish. I know. I caught one over nine pounds. He was only seven when we netted him, but he's been growing steadily since. Aside from the fishing, there is the magnificent feeling of being away from it all. Miles and miles and miles of clean water and thousands of acres of bush, and little old you right in the middle of it. - : Most of the northern lakes have only a few outfitters located on them, and the govern- ment, to cheers from ye, is not leasing more shore property. Without government inter- vention, I can see these beautiful, lonely lakes ravaged by motor-boats, ringed with cottages, and soggy with pollution in a very few years. With 20-edd assorted bodies, men, women and children, and a most congenial group we were, I was dropped off, after a _bone-ratt: - ling, seven-hour bus ride, at Jan Lake. We were all pretty pooped, and I hit the jackpot. It was my first experience of that renowned western hospitality. My hostess, Mrs. Jean Martin, showed me to a fine, modern, log cabin, completely outfitted with everything including indoor waterworks and sleeping room for eight. Thad itall to myself. It was like walking deep into the jungle and being shown to a room at the Ritz. The Martins couldn't do enough for me. They don't serve food at their camp (you cook your own) but insisted I eat all my meals with them, and refused any payment. Garnet, the husband, and Bernard, No. 1 son, fixed me up with a cap, a jacket, a fish- rod and tackle, and Mrs. Martin insisted on making a shore dinner for me. Highlight of my whole trip, perhaps, was ¥ an hour's flight over the area, at fairly low level, with Bernard Martin at the controls. Hefliesan ancient but sturdy Aeronca, and it was my first flight in a small, light aircraft for many a year. My wife would have had a stroke if she'd seen her old boy climb into that. It was quite a thrilling flight, with a view of lakes and islands as far as you could see. It was made even more exciting by the facts ¢ that I had no parachute, there was only one engine, there was no place to land if the . motor conked, except on a lake. And we had no pontoons. ---- : One othér circumstance made the whole trip a good one. My fishing companion was Barry Wenger of Wingham, a friend of 25 years. It was just by accident we were thrown together, but I was glad. There's nothing quite so harrowing as spending two days inaboat with someone who gets on your nerves. Barrie and I had a great time, talking about our grandchildren, and agreeing that we get bigger fish than this back on the # Bruce Peninsula. ® The Argyle. Syndicate