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AAs " - ca " 60 YEARS AGO Wednesday, June 20, 1917 After an absence of 30 years, Mr. Wm. Asling arrive Port Perry from | Butte, Montana. On the sixth concession of Reach, Mr. George Midgley raised a barn on the farm of Mr. Albert Williams, just west of town. All neighbours i:turned out to help. « It is said that there are in Port Perry. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 18, 1942 Owing to transport- ation, sugar rations have been cut from three- quarters of a pound per person to one-half pound each week. some 50 automobiles now ' This photo, circa 1890, shows passengers from the Nip 'n Tuck leaving the station and walking up Queen Street, Port Perry. The Grand Truck Mr. Roy Cornish was elected President of the Port Perry Lions Club. Friends and neighbours of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Millman, Epsom gather- ed at their home to honour Mr. and Mrs. John Millman, recently married. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 19, 1952 Mr. Bill Brock has suc- y completed his | year in the Com- merce and Finance Course of the University of Toronto. Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Snelgrove, Prince Albert, attended the graduation of Miss Lois Jeffrey at Oshawa General Hospital. railway line had a station in what is now Palmer Park at the lakefront. A close inspection of the, photo reveals that the buildings look much the same today. The Port Perry Junior Institute girl's baseball team will represent Junior Farmers on Field Day at Guelph. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 20, 1957 Miss Barbara Diamond and Miss Elaine Yoe graduated from Oshawa General Hospital. Mrs. Sandy Williams won $62.02 in the Appreci- ation Day Draw. Miss Dolly Roberts, Manchester, is in New York attending the Billy Graham Crusade. Prompt action of the Fire Department saved the house of Mr. and Mrs. Phil Saunders, Bigelow Street, Port Perry. 4 10 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 22, 1967 Miss Debbie Griffen, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ted Griffen was crowned Queen at the dance held by 'r Place in the Arena on Friday. Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Hun- ningsen, Seagrave, who celebrated their 62nd Wedding Anniversary on Thursday, June 15, 1967. _ _iFlamingo Pastries, Port Perry, celebrated its 1st anniversary last Saturday at the Legion Hall. In one year produc- tion 53 persons have join- ed the staff, working in three shifts, to make the famous butterterts. PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, June 22, 1977 -- 5 Readers Viewpoint: Election signs and New Democrats The Editor, Port Perry Star. - Dear Sir: I enjoyed reading your article on election night. 1 felt it truly reflected the atmosphere. However I must protest the suggestion by Mr. Hvidsten -in his "Chatter- box" column that all parties were responsible for "hundreds of election signs' still being up. Many of our workers who were totally exhausted by a grueling election' campaign still spent Friday and Saturday after the election taking down signs. And since our budget of approximately $8000 only allowed us to make about 2000 signs for the whole riding I doubt if our contribution in Scugog Township amounted to "hundreds". Some voters apparently described Mr. McPhail as "the right man in the wrong party". I would like to ask that those people consider that Mr. McPhail has been a member of the CCF-NDP for many years, Therefore he obviously believes that the New Democratic Party most closely reflects his own personal beliefs and feelings. When he was Mayor of Brock he demon- strated the value of his political background. Per- haps then those voters might examine their own (continued on page 6) Historical Society Port Perry Star, Port Perry, Ont. Dear Sir: Enclosed find my cheque for renewal of your excel- lent paper as I am not sure when it runs out and would not like to miss an issue. -Although most of the news in your paper concerns the younger generation, there are still some of mine around although, dwindling. © Of special interest to me (continued on page 6) PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited WR Sam, Phone 985 738) (i 1m); as an Serving Port Perry, Reach. Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Advertising Manager JOHN B. MCCLELLAND EDITOR Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Porl Perry Star Co. Lid, 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 $0.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ Bill Smiley This week I had the chore of sorting through a huge pile of applications for a job on our high school staff teaching English. One job and about 80 applications. That's the way things are these days in the teaching game. It's a cruel world for young people trying to break into the profession. Armed with their pieces of paper on which it says right there in print that they are now qualified teachers, they sally forth to put into practice their high ideals, their warm personalities, their love for young people, and the results of four or five years of university slugging. And what do they find? A vast indifference. nobody wants them. Principals want people with experience. But how do you get experience if you can't get a job? It's an old story in the world of free enterprise, but it's still a sad one for those caught in the vicious circle. -It's exactly like another facet of the system of which we are so proud: banking. If you're broke and need money, a bank won't loan it to you. If you're rich and don't need money, you have to beat off the bankers with a stick. I couldn't help thinking, as I sat toying with people's lives, of the vast change that has taken place since I began feaching, about 15 years ago. - Those were the days when "the great post-war baby boom was hitting the high schools. Rough Time For Teachers Principals were raiding industry for technical teachers, business for commercial teachers. If you had a university degree; MP was as .much as your life was worth to walk past a school. A lasso would snake out, you'd find yourself getting a hot sales pitch in a principal's office, and next thing you knew you were standing in front of 35 kids with your mouth hanging open. One daily newspaper ran pages and pages of teacher-wanted advertisements each spring, and school boards spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on advertising. I remember one spring when I could have taken. my pick of 28 jobs as an English department head, by picking up the phone. Those were fat times for the young graduating teachers, too. Armed with nothing more than a puny B.A, they could pretty well pick and choose where they wanted to work and live. Each spring there was an event which came to be known rather cynically as "the cattle market". | boards from all over the province d take over a big hotel in the city. Potential teachers would flock in by the ' thousands. It was a seller's market. The student teacher walked the halls, checked the signs on doors. If he deigned to knock, he was snatched through the door by a principal, had coffee or something strong- er forced on him, generally given the glad hand and usually assured a job, even if "he" happened to be a bald female with green teeth, Of course, the pay wasn't much then, about $4,000 to start, but that was worth more than twice as much as it is now. When I was hired, I wrote a letter applying for the only English teaching job left in the province. The principal was on the phone the minute he got my letter. He couldn't believe that I had an honour degree in English, Apparently I was the only person left in Canada with such a degree who wasn't teaching. Just two years later, I had a department headship forced on me. I didn't particularly want it, Ryerson Institute wanted me to go there and teach journalism. The president of Waterloo University wanted me to go there and handle public relations and teach some English. If if were fired tomorrow, with my honours degree and 15 years experience, I'd be lucky to get a job in Nooknik, teaching English as a Second Language to Eskimo kids. I checked with five of my colleagues in the English department, who entered teaching during those halcyon years. Three of the five were hired by phone, sight unseen. Now, we sort through a vast sheaf of applications. Here's a guy with a B.A,, M.A, and Ph. D. in English, Discard him. Overeducated, no experience. Here's one with an honour degree, excellent recom- mendations, just out of teacher's college. Discard her. No experience. And when we narrow it down to six or eight, they have to show up for a gruelling interview (gruelling for me, too) and may have driven 300 miles for it, and drive home with nothing to show for it but a hearty "Thank you for coming." There's a whole slew of old teachers still in harness, who are hanging on because archaic regulations make them hang on until they are too old and sick and stupid and tired to be of any use to anyone, merely to draw their pensions. Surely in a country with our resources, and in an age when the computer can make accurate projections, we can do better than use this outmoded system of supply and demand, which may be all right for the cattle market, but all wrong for human beings.