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LAWNS ML TAY L hr EMO SRL A ERY Fa RR SN Ada TY wv an CELE & ALLS AEA SEE Resid MESA LARPAAANE RE ASNT a A AN TN a vr 1 Le PEDOE ENE EY SRE Editorial THE SUN vs THE STAR If you happen to be a Sunday Sun reader, you have known for some time now that the Toronto Star have been planning to publish a newspaper in direct compet- ition, namely the "Sunday Star". Last Sunday it became a reality. The months of planning and preparation came to an end as the Sunday Star rolled its first edition off the press- es at One Yonge Street, and delivered it to newsstands across the country. For those at the Sun, the Stars entry into the Sunday market will be a thorn in their side, but it does not compare to the backstabbing the Sun has been doing to the Star since it was first learned that they were about to enter the scene. Since day one, the Sun has been degrading the Star. "They steal our employees with promises of exorbitant salaries....the Star is trying to kill the Sun....the Star has one of the unhappiest staffs of any newspaper, are just some of the things they are saying in an effort to win public sympathy, One columnist in the Sun goes so far as to say, 'I know that they would hire me, no matter what , if they thought they could make money with me, but frankly, I would never work for it (Star) again'. Now this may well be true. The columnist I refer to is Paul Rimstead, and he undoubtedly has a very large readership, but why cry abou the Stars efforts to join into the market. Surely, if the Sun keeps up its good work, they will not have to worry about the Sunday Star or even the Sunday Globe, if they should decide to enter the race. I read the Sunday Sun every week. I enjoy it, and intend to continue buying it....unless they keep belly-aching about the Star. If that be the case, at least there is another Sunday .paper for me to turn to. Come on fellas....there's lots of room for the both of ; A 3 A IR Sag aa, hy A -- NARA one day last summer when the lines of communication became tangled, and I arrived to take photos at the Beacock Family Reunion a day late. You see, George is related to the Beacocks, and attended the two-day function with camera in hand. "Had he not, no photos to mark the occassion would have been taken, Now I am not saying that there were no camera-toting relatives around during the events. There were dozens of brownies and instamatics ] 5e you. > ba SAVIOUR GEORGE ¢ 3 The name George Dunbar may not have much 0 significance to many reader of the Star, but to me it is id the name of a saviour. U Yes, George save my life in a manner of speaking, SEE by J. Peter Hvidsten clicking off rolls of colour film, but that was not what I required. You see, George is a professional photog- rapher, and had taken pictures in black and white. Ideal for reproduction in a newspaper. Tom White & George Dunbar George Dunbar is one of the staff photographers at IBM Canada, and a good one at that. So good in fact that his work and that of fellow photographer Tom White were recently featured in "Canadain Photo- graphy'. A magazine aimed at people who make their living from taking pictures. : Not only was Gorge featured in the magazine, but it was a Dunbar photo that was reproduced in colour on the front cover of the magazine. Congratulations George....and thanks for your professional help when I needed it most. KIDS WILL BE KIDS Over the weekend, one of my guests was a hungry five-year old. The kind so hungry five minutes before supper he could eat anything, but once he sits down to eat all of a sudden isn't hungry anymore. After about three snack suggestions, he was quite agreeable to a cookie to hold off the hunger pains until supper. "Would you like an oatmeal cookie", I asked. The reply was a very definite NO. "I don't like oatmeal", he said. Well then, how about a "Dad's" cookie, I retorted. "'O'K" he replied. A Feeling quite proud that I had outwitted the little fellow, I gave him two cookies, and a pat on the head. Now, for those of you who are not familiar with Dad's Cookies, they're made of oatmeal. Bing Bing Crosby is dead. He died last Friday in Spain, the victim of a heart attack suffered after a round of golf, which, as most people know, was his favourite sport. 'He was 73. A giant in the entertainment business, millions of adoring fans bought his records, attended his con- certs and saw him on the screen. His version of "White Christmas" is one of the best single selling recordings of all time. Who could ever mistake that unique voice and style? The measure of the greatness of any artist is how well it stands the test of time. His career spanned half a century, and survived dozens of trends and fads. In his later years he devoted more of his time and talents in the aid of a variety of charities. Ironically, Crosby had gone to Spain to relax after a concert tour of England, from which all the proceeds were donated to British youth charities. He once said he'd like to be remembered as 'just an ordinary guy, a pretty good singer". At the news of his death tributes started to pour in from around the world. As time passes it is going to become obvious that this "'ordinary guy", this 'pretty good singer', will be sadly missed. ~ Vandals Over the weekend, vandals damaged the public washrooms near the baseball diamond on Water Street in Port Perry. Those responsible ripped out a couple of lights, smashed them on the floor and tore some paper dispensers from the walls, causing about $100 damage. This, of course, is not a large amount, and the damage will be repaired without a great deal of difficulty. : But one must ask 'the question, 'why?' Those responsible were obviously old enough to know what they were doing. What did they get out of it? How tiny their brains must be it that's the way they get their . |ollies. The problem of wanton vandalism, especially against public property is an increasing one, and the reasons have police, school officials, municipal leaders and parents baffled. Why does there seem to be such an utter disrespect for the property of others? More important, is what, if anything, can be done to deter this kind of crime. Some have suggested, and we cannot help but agree, that tougher punishment should be meted out to vandals who get caught. Full restitution should be demanded either in the form of money to pay for the repairs, or in labour to clean up the mess. ; And while punishment that amounts to more than a mere slap on the hands might have some deterrent value, the public exposure of those caught might also be of some help. Let their friends, neighbours, and relatives know who they are, and the foolish deeds they have done. Let them feel a little pressure from a community which thinks that what they did is pretty small. And let all potential vandals be aware that the law will not treat them lightly. While wanton, mindless destruction of property is one thing, and incident requiring even more of gnat-like brain occurred last week which could have had very serious personal implications. No joke A visitor to Port Perry was driving through town one evening when some individual in a flash of genius decided to throw an egg at his car. The egg went through the open window and struck the driver on the side of the head. He's in hospital, fortunate that he hasn't lost forever the sight in his left eye. He is also fortunate he didn't lose control of the car 'and kill himself or some innocent pedestrian on, the sidewalk. E This kind of behaviour, which probably started out as a fun-filled prank, should not be tolerated in any manner. The egg-brain who tossed that egg should be aware that his (or her) action came very close to costing a man his eye, and could easily have cost somebody their life. That is not vandalism. The law would call it assault. It could have been manslaugh- ter. And that is no joke.