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4 -- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, July 8, 1986 Editorial Comments Not 'Worth The Risk Malaysia has one method of dealing with heroin traffickers. Anyone found with sore than 3.3 ounces of the deadly drug is sentenced to death. Since 1975, there have been 36 persons hang- ed on the gallows for dealing in this drug. The latest two died early Monday morning. They were Australians, the first non-Asians to be hanged for drug crimes in that country. In cartrying out the supreme sentence of death by the house, Malaysia was obviously trying to show the rest of the world that it means business when it comes to dealing with drug runners and traf- fickers. The country rejected high-level pleas for mercy from Australia and Great Britain, as well as one from Amnesty International, an organization that usually fights for prisoners of conscience, not con- victed drug peddlers. The country no doubt will be soundly criticized for carrying out this sentence on the two Australians, both men, in their 20's. But the point will be made. Others from Western nations, who might see the chance to turn a quick buck peddling deadly drugs, will avoid Malaysia like the plague. Obviously, getting caught in that country is just not worth it. Greed or Profit Websters New Collegiate Dictionary defines the word "greed"' in the following way: inordinate or reprehensible acquisitiveness: avarice. Federal Cabinet minister Barbara McDougall may not have had the narrow dictionary definition of the word in mind when she told a recent conference on Native Business that the underlying motive for all business and commerce is greed. It is something that is shared by all. Of course, when Ms. McDougall's comments and use of the word greed in this context hit the news, a lot of weak-kneed people went "tut-tut-tut,"" admonishing the Minister for even suggesting that such a nasty thing may indeed be a factor in the way private enterprise operates. We say good for the Minister to put things in that context. 'Maybe the desire for profit would have been a more accurate term to use than greed which Websters defines in such a negative manner. But for Heaven's Sake's, industry, commerce and business within the private enterprise system does indeed work this way. There is nothing wrong with that, within reason and within the laws of the land. Do her critics think the wheels of business turn on some quaint notion of philanthropy and fair play? Nonsense. They turn on one thing: profit for the shareholders or the owners. As for Ms. McDougall's audience that day when she made the comment, why should Canada's Native leaders and business peo- ple be motivated by anything less than good old-fashioned greed (er, profit). The fact that Ms. McDougall's comments and choice of words touched off protest from some corners is indicative of the way some Canadians view things. Unlike American, Japanese, West German or Swiss societies, the word greed in terms of profits still has an evil meaning for some (Turn to page 7) (echn . ) POR! PLEEY STAR CO LNTID [( )} { LAER: RITE L TR 20 $01 %0 099) PORT MEY ONTARIO --- 108 »O A 3 (4%) 93 " 8) A 4 J. PETER HVIDSTEN Member of the Publisher Canadian Community Newspaper Association ¢ Ma \age and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Ad ising Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd = Port Perry Ontario J.B. McCLELLAND Editor Author zed as second class mail by the Post Otfice Department. Ottawa and tor cash Carly ROBB payment of postage in cash News & Features Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 ", "JN A310 OCOPYRIGHT -- All layout and composition of advertisements produced by the adver tising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limnted are protected under copyright Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single Copy 35° THESE ARE JUST PRACTICE SESS/ONS ~~ wAITr"tl | GEr INTO THE Nuclear Horror LEAGUE PLAYOFFS / and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publisher Chatterbox by Cathy Robb Whooo! What a night that was. What a headache that was. What a morning after that was. It's a good thing I not asked to judge a drink contest every day, that's for sure. I don't think I could survive. I barely survived last Thursday night, when the Chamber of Commerce presented a Caribbean tropical drink contest to choose the official dog- that-bit-you for Caribbean Festival Days this weekend. I wasn't the only judge, of course. There were five other guinea pigs sitting right beside me -- Carolyn Luke, of Luke's Country Store, David Stewart, sales rep with Hiram Walker, Larry Taylor of Taylor's Gulf, Ruth DeJong of Hank's Pastries, and Earl Cuddie, clerk administrator for the Township of Scugog. It was our glorified but hardly heart-breaking job to taste drinks made by bartenders from six different restaurants in town, and choose the best one, based on presentation, appearance, originali- ty and, of course, taste. The only stipulation in the contest was that each drink contain some Canadian Club rye, since it was Canadian Club's Hiram Walker that spon- sored the whole shin-dig. And what a shin-dig it turned out to be. Emiel's Place lounge was the home base for the contest, and boy, was it packed. People were stacked upon people to catch a look at the proceedings. The judges and the contestants could have been lost in the shuffle if it wasn't for the natty white caps they were wearing, courtesy of Cana- dian Club. But once the contest got going, it was easier and easier to tell the judges apart from everyone else. We were the ones with fixed grins, fuzzy tongues and slurred speech. We were also the ones who called cabs at the end of it all. It's not that we were falling down drunk or anything. We weren't. And it's not that we drank very much either. We didn't. What we did do was ingest what seemed like fifty different kinds of liquor ---- and you know what they say happens when you mix drinks. And we're not talking about mixing a shot of rye with a beer or a glass of wine. We're talking heavy mixing ---- rye, Southern Comfort, Coin- treau, Galiano, Amaretto, and gawd knows what else. Not to mention a varied selection of mixes like citrus juices, ice-cream, chocolate syrup, and even a banana. Like I said, Whooo. One contestant, the Murray House, didn't even have any mix to speak of ---- unless you want to count ice and a cherry. To quote judge Earl Cuddie, it was real firewater. The Murray ROLL OUT THE BARREL House bartenders named it C.C. Rider, and let me tell you, after a few of those, you'd be Riding the White Knight through the bathroom all night long. The entry from Crandell's was just as potent, but with all the fruit and juice mixed in it went down just as smooth as can be. Called the C.C. Climax, it's guaranteed to climax any evening with a call for a taxi. Top miarks for originality were awarded to two drinks, the C.C. Sandcap from Haugen's and C.C. Goes Caribbean from David Chow's. The Sandcap was an incredible mixture of rye, Amaretto, ice-cream, strawberries and chocolate sauce -- definitely different, and the radish and celery garnishes on C.C. Goes Caribbean gave David Chow's entry special flair. Both drinks were deceptively tasty -- they went down as easily as a glass of milk, but boy oh boy, they sure had more clout than any jug of milk I've ever set eyes on. Conway Place came up with second prize in the contest for its delicious C.C. Conway Carib- bean Cruise: What a drink! And as one spectator pointed out, all it needed was two more ounces of rye to make it The Seven Seas! Not that it needed two more ounces of Cana- dian Club. It already had enough booze in it to make the sturdiest sailor lose his sea legs. And the winner ..... Ah, the winner. The judges unaminously chose the Emiel's Place entry, enticingly called the C.C. Split, because of its creamy texture and its melt-in-the-mouth taste. I was marking the Emiel's entry particular- ly hard because my fiance Doug Olliffe helped concoct it but even I had to admit it was a terrific drink. Thankfully, I wasn't the only judge who thought so. Everyone in the judges' corner agreed it was the best. Bartenders Rob Kroonenberg and Doug were thrilled at the win (I don't think I'll ever hear the end of it. Their heads are so swelled, they now have problems fitting through doorways), and they have every right to be. It was a great drink, and it was also practical. While all the other entries boasted several dif- ferent types of liquor, the C.C. Split was the only drink with the usual one and half ounces of liquor in it. Which will make it pretty easy to make on Caribbean Days, when it will be sold at the Satur- day night dance in the main tent at PAlmer Park. For those who want to try out the drink for themselves before (Turn to page 6) hE