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RTS Fis jot Se. ---- nt pring a on TEER Pe ad Wit CN =. a PATI Y ree rd Quality-notquantity In Scugog Township, particularly in and around Port Perry, we've been struggling for years with concepts of development, growth, and all those things that come with it like water, sewage and the other services that go hand in hand with such growth. It's been a struggle for developers, armed with maps, diagrams, and plans, have waited patiently for the step that comes next...building. Yet there seems to be one aspect of development and growth that we haven't yet seriously considered, an aspect that apparently has been in our neighbour- ing community of Uxbridge. i When complaints about the Region's designation of Port Perry and Uxbridge as areas of relatively moderate growth as compared with other municipal- itites in the region, Uxbridge councillor Bill Ballinger puts his finger on it. In Uxbridge, he points out, the figures seem to fit into an overall desire not to grow "too much, rather keeping the flavour of the commun- ity the way it is. In light of past debates and issues in Scugog, we believe that the same kind of attitude exists here. We like Port Perry, and we like Scugog. We don't want any doubling or tripling in size and the big-town pressures that go along with it. Yet the basic question of how far we want this community to grow has not yet been considered seriously by local council. We should remember that the 400 or so units that have been phased in for development over the next few years is not in consideration of a master plan but is instead only limited by physical boundaries like water availability or sewage treatment limitations. The "'boundaries' of Port Perry's development now seems to relate to the sewage treatment ability. Hints are that using the present lagoon Nonquon system, we're stuck at a 5,000 population figure. Question is, should we be thankful or is it a drawback? Minor Hockey Week We're in the middle of Minor Hockey Week, so this piece of poetry hung on the Port Perry Arena bulletin board has special significance for all. It was brought in by local minor hockey president Jan Franssen who felt that it is an appropriate thought for the week. We agree. SETTING AN EXAMPLE N What kind of so-called "grown ups'" Are those who choose to thrust, Such mean and angry words of hate On little guys like us? We skate so hard to make that goal Like we are told to do, But folks yell, 'Get him! And often start to boo. Kill that kid!' We're told its sport, not win or lose But how we play the game. If adults want to teach what's right Why don't they do the same? So Moms and Dads, | ask you please Leave anger at the door, And fill the rink with brotherhood That's really what it's for! RAR HOB Fal ax 1% ER SE (42 LETS 7 0 NAY 3 ERI RRE OE SAP SERRA £ FREX Rrra ie + LL! "Berek RENEW THAT _S TAR ... WE AINT GONNA GE] NO MORE 'sup scriPrIoN, Maw EATON'S CATALOGUE + 7" Remember When..? 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 28, 1926 At the opening session of County Council at Whitby, George: Sweetman, Scugog Township was elected Ward- en of Ontario County. He was elected on the second ballot and defeated the reeves of Scott Township, Byron Stives and Cornelius Sweet- man of Port Perry. Below is a poem, written by an unknown writer: Port Perry-had-a day When saw mills used to pay, "Then millers all broke, Just seemed they had a stroke. went James Carnegie came to town, Lo Run the mills with some renown, " Sold out to two good boys They made her hum like toys Then co-operation came Farmers tried to run the game, Seven years soon ran along But they did not seem so strong Directors twelve just had to pay - Lose their time, they also pay, Ten sportman like and true Are now bound to see it thru Come all and help us thrive With Hydro we shall drive, | It will help you with the: light, We will try and use you right. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 25, 1951 Fred G. Christie was re- elected president for the 10th consecutive year at the annual meeting of Port Perry, Reach and Scugog Agricultural Society. Elect- ed first vice president was Anson Gerrow and Armour McMillan was elected seg- ond vice president. The financial report showed a net profit of $2.25 for the year. After 41 years of service to Cartwright Township, Fred A. Hyland was honour- ed at a birthday and retire- ment party at the home of Reeve and Mrs. Bruce Heas- lip. He served the Township first as auditor for 13 years, councillor nine years, reeve three years, and assessor 16 hears. It was Mr. Hyland's 80th birthday. Dr. R. Irwin, Port Perry was elected chairman of Central Ontario County District High School Board for 1951. Elected vice-chair- man was L. Tindall, Town- - ship of Uxbridge. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 26, 1961 Dr. M.B. Dymond, minister of Health for Ontario officially opened the $300,000 new additon to Port Perry High School. Other speakers were Anson Gerrow, Warden of Ontario County, Port Perry Reeve J.J. Gibson, the school's principal, Grant MacDonald and Board chairman Wil- liam T. Beare. The Honeydale Women's Institute has been advised by F.W.I.O. they won third prize, on an entry of six hooked ehair seats entered in the Tweedsmuir competition last November. Appointments in local guiding circles are Mrs. Clarence Carter, Scugog Is- land to Division Commander Mrs. Joan Godley to Inter- national Commissioner for Central Area and Mrs. Ruby Roach, Commissioner for Port Perry and Scugog. The home of Mr. Duda, Seagrave was gutted by fire starting from overheated pipes. 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, January 27, 1966 Ontario - County Junior Farmers' -debating team won another round of Provin- cial competition against Welland County in Midland. Members of the team were Anne Dryden Brooklin, June Parliament Cannington, Bob Barlow and Neil McLeod Blackwater. The Squirt Softball Champions were entertained and received jackets by Branch 419, Royal Canadian Legion. The boys were also taken to Oshawa to see the Generals defeat Peterboro 5-2. Captain on the Squirt championship team was Ken Nightingale and making the presentation of jackets was Legion sports officer Bill Taylor. ) Joan Vanderheide was chosen Queen at the 18th High School 'At Home", and Lexie Love was chosen Princess. Susan Roach, 1965 Queen presented the 1966 Queen with her crown and Gale Forder, 1965 Princess presented 1965 Princess with her crown. Recently, I listed some of the things I dislike about our society. When I'd finished, I thought to myself: "Boy, you are a nasty old piece of work. Do you realize you've barely scratched the surface?" For a week or two, I went around thinking, in 10 or 20 second spurts, every three or four days, that I was a Curmud- geon. Some of my younger readers will not know what a curmudgeon is. Well, it comes from the root word "mud." We all know what mud is. It is dirty. It is cool under the toes, unless it is in the form of a mud pack, which is good for the wrinkles. If your name is Mudd, you are either in the doghouse, or you are a loser. I hope that is clear. To the root word "mud" (unless we want to root around in the mud a bit longer), we attache the prefix "cur." A cur, as everyone knows, is a cad with teeth, and sometimes a moustache, who plays the villain in old-fashioned melo- dramas. . In new-fashioned melodrama, he also has teeth and a big belly or a bald head, and he has become the hero. Still with me? We now have "'qurmud," signifying a mean guy who is cool under the toes, has wrinkles, or is a loser. Sometimes all three. Now we come to the suffix, '"'geon," which is of more obscure vintage. It is of Hungarian antecedent, and it seems to have meant, originally, something we might call colloquially "a dummy who makes a lot of silly and unnecessary noise without getting anywhere," which is rather a contradiction in terms, come to think of it. There are many perversions of the original, of course, We find the suffix in such words as "Injun," "engine," and "john." But the original meaning is in there somewhere. An Injun, for example, is one of the original "In" people, who rides around in everdiminishing circles, emitting war- whoops, until he is shot off his horse. Think of your car. The engine makes a lot of silly and unnecessary noise - at least mine does - and gets nowhere. Occasionally, the car gets somewhere, but 'the engine remains exactly where it started ... in the car. And, of course, there is the colloquial word "john," meaning a toilet. Or water closet or backhouse, if toilet offends you. This item of hardware indulges in a great deal of unnecessary noise, whether receiy- ing or transmitting, and is usually going nowhere, except on trains, buses or air- plaines, when it is so active it has to putupa ""busy" sign most of the time. On ships, of course, with their innate sense of superiority, the "john" is called a "head." This came about when one of the head men in the British Navy, Admiral Sir Dudley Pound, affectionately known to his jolly tars as '""dud", once went looking for the "john" and discovered a lot of Common - Seamen (and a very common lot they were) lined up with one of the symptoms of scurvy known as "dire rear." In the interests of clarity, this has nothing to do with the term "rear admiral." Understandably, Sir Dud flew into a high rage, the only type allowed to senior officers, and uttered a good deal of silly and unnecessary noise, or "geon," when he had to wait his turn for the "john." As naval tradition has it, this led to the wedding of "dud" and '"'geon," meaning a john that isn't working, or a senior officer with a red face, or a towering rage, whichever you choose. That's one of the beauties of the English language. You can take your pick. And you know what you can do with it. If you have followed me -carefully through this brief but enlightening explora- tion into semantics, I am sure you have come to the conclusion, as I have, that T am not a Curmudgeon at all. I'am not a mean guy. I haven't hit a little kid since mine grew up. I am not cool under the toes. My feet heat something terrible in this weather. I am not a loser. How can you know you're a loser. How can you know you're a loser when you don't know what it is to be a winner? ' _ I.do not go around making silly and unnecessary noises, except when it is absolutely necessary. And finally, I feel that I am definitely getting somewhere. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd. O