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The closing of M. L. Mcâ€" Conaghy Public School calls to mind an old axiom that for many years, was found on the front of this very newspaper: “In essentials, unity, in non-essentials, liberty and in all things, charity.” - For all the students who ever attended the school in its 64-year history, the parents of current pupils, the community and even the teachers, it’s a little late for charity. For many, it would be out of the question after the harangue they’ve been through. Not long ago, the Liberal defended the deciSion to close the school â€"â€" if that was the right decision, there appeared not much point in delaying it any longer. However, sitting back and reviewing all the study, emotion, controversy and debate that has This report IS liver It’s hard to imagine school after death In this business, we deal with more than our fair share of annual reports. Everyone has them, everyone must compile them, and for the most part, they‘re dull, dull, dull. Then along came the Rich- mond Hill Fire Department, and Chief Bob Kennedy’s annual report to the Bylaws, Procedures, Fire and Personnel Committee last Wednesday. Enclosed in a red see-through cover, the report includes graphs, charts, easy-to-read information, and, the highlight of it, a page called “Nozzle News”. Highway 11, it’s a mess We can only suggest that the driver watch his tongue, especially if there are children in the car. Blessed be the motorist who must regularly use the stretch of Yonge Street, between Major Matkenzie Drive and Highway 7. From now until the middle of 1980, the road will be a mess. Richmond Hill‘s con~ stable in 1939 was a busy man. Sid Barraclough submitted a bill for 174 hours of traffic duty in August of that year to the village council but councillors claimed that his efforts Were having no effect on the speed of Yonge Street traffic. From his efforts in summonsing offending drivers to court. the village had received a total of $23. with $15 more to come, from the fines levied. Reeve Jacob Lunau explained that any constable had great difficulty in securing conviction in the county Court. Barraclough received a wage for his other duties of $43 (ap parently for a month). Councillor James McLean suggested that if the constable had a police cap when on traffic duty he would have more ef- fect on slowing down the through traffic. At fa later meeting council approved purâ€" chase of a police cap for Nothing boring about it at all 10395 Yonge Street, Richmond HiII L4G 4Y6 Ontario PuBUSHER Jonu c. Pincus canon non mum The Lubeval is published every Wednesday by Meuospan a! Metrospan Pnnllng 8 Publishing Ltd, wmch also publlsh The Woodbndge Vaughan News, and The Bollon Entelpnse PAGE A4 Editotial, Display Classified Circulation Toronto customers The contents, both editodal and advertising of The Liberal, Richmond Hill are protected by copyright and any unauthovimd use is pvohibiled. Subscripuon rules. By mail $10.00 per year m Canada $20.00 per year outside of Canada. By carrier‘ 80 cents every four weeks Single copy sales 20 cents. No mail delivery where carrier service exists. Second Class Mail Registralion Number 0190. Libréral yesterdays By MARY DAWSON VOLUME 101. mm 3 TELEPHONES Ron Wallace - Editor Larry Johnston - News Editor Fre_d Simpson ~ Sports Ediloc His new uniform slowed traffic Lib'éral the constable but turned a deaf ear to a request for a $10 grant toward the cost of a full uniform. Angered at this decision a group of about a dozen public spirited citizens of the village presented the constable with a full uniform of blue serge. It had been made by a local firm owned and operated by John A: Greene, who was later to serve the village as reeve for several years. Believing that anything that is worth doing is worth doing right. this group criticized council for hiring a constable and then expecting him to purchase his own uniform, stop watch. badge. gun and baton. They felt the constable should not be asked to risk his life trying to control traffic without a full uniform to indicate that he was indeed The The generous gift was made to assure the constable that he had the support of the village‘s citizens. 884-8177 8844105 884-0981 881 -3373 :vospan Commumly Newspaoevs, a dIvISIon publishes The Banner In Auvova-Newmarkel. gone on about the school, a clear perspective can be obtained. The confused, almost wounded look on the faces of trustees Monday night helps to explain that this was not an easy decision nor may it have been the rationalized, justified correct one. u Since the Richmond Hill Study Committee submitted its report last November, it was understood by those concerned that it was not the decision itself, either for or against, but the methods used to arrive at that decision, which would ultimately be the most painful. And you know that can be backed up when the Board of Education is ready to discuss a rigid policy of closing schools, changing bounâ€" daries and school organizations AFTER it has floundered around with adminstrative misin- formation and literally tinkered with the lives of a whole com- munity. Maybe the fate of McConaghy is only a byproduct of the system and the rest of the system needs re- evaluating. It would be a sad situation if the school had been used as a test-case, a way to make sure similar procedural mistakes aren’t repeated. With a pending policy on the books, that’s not unlikely. Declining and shifting enrollment is something the board and the province will be facing more and more in the coming years. Trustees will also face many tougher tasks where extended study can be the only route to in- formed decisions. Parents of the Jefferson Public School Community have only been in the fray for the past six months. They now must also make the same choice McConaghy parents made â€" show that they’re willing to fight for something they care about. As for McConaghy, it will be tough to imagine the building without the noise, laughter and life it has had for so long. It will also be tough to imagine another building in its place that could acquire as much tradition as it has. John C. Fergus, Publisher Ray Padlev JL Advertising Divecmr Norman Stunden - onductionManageI Denis O'Meara - Circulation Director Rose Reynolds - Accouan Menospan Community Newspapers publishes The Richmond Hillfl’homhill Libefal, The Banner, The OakviIIe Journa| Recovd, The Hanan Consumev, The Missnssauga Times, The Etobiooke Adm/Guardian, The Elobicoke Consumev, The Nonh Yak Minor, The North Ymk Corsumev, The Scatbovo Minor, The Smrbovo Consumer, The Woodbridge 8 Vaughan News and The Bolton Emerpvise. A ME TROSPAN Wednesday, Match 14, 1979 METHOSPAN- NORTH DIVISION Constable Barraclough donned his new uniform and cap for the first time on a Sunday evening early in September and it was reported that it was a great help in regulating traffic. Old timers in Richmond Hill will recall those summer Sunday evenings when Yonge Street was the only highway leading to the cottage country to the north. At the time this high- way was only two lanes wide and formed a real bottleneck. ,ouu Cars were lined up bumper to bumper throughout the built-up area and it was possible for a passenger to leave the vehicle. purchase refreshments for everybody in the car and catch it before it had moved half a block. The traffic snarl up was an interesting sight for residents as they strolled along the main thorough- fare or managed to find a vantage point on which to sit and watch half of Toronto drive by. 4); 0c“. w,AM :QC_NA 54 Hi there . . . remember me? I’m the guy who usually fills this space each week in The Liberal . . . yeah . . i that‘s right . . . good old what- shisname. When I sent Rhoda Melinyshyn on assignment to Club Guava in Jamaica a few weeks ago. I asked that she file two columns about her experiences but . . . the stuff that she submitted was so good that the Grand Poobah wouldn‘t dare touch it with his vicious pencil and, as a result. three columns were filled in- stead of two. To be perfectly honest with you . . . Rhoda was almost TOO GOOD with her writing and I figured that I had better get back to work before my wonderful editor started making comparisons. If all had gone according to plan I would be, at this very moment, dazzling you with interesting tales of our family's recent visit to Australia. I would, no doubt, have told you of the tours around Sydney harbour, the koala sanctuary where the girls played with the ’roos and koalas and the adâ€" venturous trek into the heart of the red desert. You would have marvelled at pic- tures of Ayer's Rock and the Great Barrier Reef as I continued my descriptions of the Outback, the opal mines at Coober Pedy and the beauty of the nation’s capital city, Canberra. ONE PROBLEM All of the highlights of the trip would have held you spellbound as you read on for the next few weeks except for one little problem . . . I didn’t go to Australia. That‘s right, faithful reader, for the Thanks to two women, Wendy Powell and Marilyn Rumble. the Richmond Hill Racquet Club has opened its doors â€"â€" however begrudgingly â€" to women. Richmond Hill Racquet Club WAS a “men's key club" offering squash facilities to a screened, limited membership, and with bylaws definitely stating “No women allowed". Because the rules have excluded women, because the building housing the club is so interesting (no apparent doors or windows) and because the club is hidden away in a part of Richmond Hill rarely frequented by women (Ohio Road? ). I have always wanted to know what it is like inside. Anyway. all of that is no longer of any importance. The secret is out. By SHAARON HAY Liberal Staff Writer Finally, the last male stronghold in Richmond Hill has fallen. Would the decor stun even the imagination of Hugh Hefner? What really goes on inside those solid impenetrable brick walls? What is the attraction of this relatively new sport called “squash”, an attraction that per- suades diligent business men to cancel luncheon appointments, take hours away from bustling businesses in town and even get up early on Sunday mornings? Or, was it decdrated in “army barrack austere"? Another male bastion tumbles Townhouses in the Baif development LIBERAL SPRINKLINGS Not Australia, but it’s nice last few weeks I was still on the job as usual, eating my heart out as I followed Rhoda and Walter’s exploits along with the rest of you. [can't even claim that I was felled by some exotic disease, or that the airline goofed and we found ourselves stranded in Anchorage, Alaska. The simple truth is . . . I suddenly had too many irons in the fire and couldn‘t spare the time! Oh well . . . such is the price of success . . . maybe next year. . Although the family didn‘t get to explore the great continent down under. we did manage to discover a few things right here in our own area. One of these is Hpgan’s Inn in King City. Our first visit to this charming restaurant was made several weeks ago following Sunday Mass. We had notedan ad in the paper that extolled the delights of a champagne brunch at Hogan’s and decided to give it a try. ' The Inn is located at the four corners in King (Keele Street and King Sideroad). Having heard that the brunch was quite popular, we had made reservations the previous day just to make sure we had a table. Upon entering the inn. the maitre-d‘ directed us to the cloakroom on the second floor which is situated beside a comfortable lounge where, on busier The building itself was built in the early 18505 and was the second hotel in King City. The stables and dance hall that were adjacent to the main struc- ture have since disappeared but the old general store across the street still stands and is worth a visit following your meal. The doors are almost open. “N0 MEN ALLOWED“ To the horror of many male chauvinist squash players, two mornings each week, from nine to eleven, the smell of fragrant after bath lotion, the soft sound of women‘s voices and for some men, worst of all, the noise of preâ€"school children, can be heard drifting from the Richmond Hill Racquet Club. To some. this seems ’to be THE unpardonable sir}. Now it is “No Men Allowed". Deposed â€" at least for two hours Tuesday and twq hogrfs Thursday. I have always found it deliciously exciting to be somewhere that I shouldn’t be doing something frowned on, just to see why the item is out of bounds. That is why I was thrilled to be able to join the women who invaded the men‘s racquet club last week: I was surpri'sed to look around once I was inside. The racquet club is not at all like I had imagined. . . jUSt like I'd imagined, and. . . just as it should be â€" a racquet club, complete with two courts, locker facilities, man- style shower (no stalls just one large room with two nozzles), sauna. exercise equipment, kitchen and lounge area. Sirvnple, workable, practical, and pleasant. ' The best thing about the racquet club, the reason why I hope to be able to cancel appointments, take NEAT LOUNGE By BOB RICE The menu consisted of several ap- petizers. four entrees and tempting desserts and the brunch carries a fixed price tag of $9.50 for adults including a flute of champagne and a lower rate for the children. days. you can relax with a cocktail while your table is_read'}ed. Logs burn in the glass enclosed fireplaces on both floors and it was next to_ one of these that we were seated in the dining room The girls started with vegetable plate with yogurt dressing while Deirdre and I chose the Gordons Gin Soup. Jacquie gave me a taste of her plate and I found it quite tasty. The soup is impossible to describe since the technique the chef uses doesn't allow any one vegetable to dominate the flavor. Let’s just rate it as sensational. Both girls ordered veal fricassee as the main dish and Dee and I settled on the Basque Pie. The veal was served piping hot in a bowl mixed with onions and mushrooms in a heavy wine sauce. The entire how! was covered with a puff pastry and our two little gourmets gave it the high sign. The Basque Pie is a quiche and the ample helping on the plate was topped with tomatoes, onions and strips of lean bacon. The dessert choices included baked apple stuffed with raisins and almonds and topped with a heavy caramel sauce and whipped cream (not too bad but the apples were a bit too tart for our taste), a trifle that one daughter liiked and the other paid only passing notion to, as time away from business and even get up early, is because the game of squash is fun, it's “neat”, and I love it already. INSTRUCTOR One of the members of the Rich- mond Hill men‘s club. Larry San- deré, has offered his time to instruct the women for the first few weeks. Larry capably explained the basics of the game, how to hold the racquet, how to hit the ball (the toughest part for me) and generally how to get started. The instructions are a great idea for either sex. Already 30 women have signalled an overwhelming interest, forcing the problem on Wendy and Marilyn of finding a way to allot time to the growing number with only two courts (two players at a time) for four hours. Perhaps the men would consider adding a women's wing to the existing club‘ rather that com- promise themselves by allowing the feminine use of their sacred space. There is more to the game of squash than I thought. It is not just the practice of chasing a small black rubber ball back and forth as long as one‘s legs or wind last. . . it’s fun {00. Liz Carlisle, my first opponent, had this amazing capacity to be able to hit the ball â€" probably a pre requisite. But, never fear, with persistent practice, self discipline and sheer determination I will soon be able to (Liberal Photo by Bruce Hogg) In the past, my wife and I thought that we had found another good dining room only to be disappointed on sub sequent visits and for that reason we decided to give Hogan's another try within the week. The occasion was my birthday and Deirdre and I made the best of the day by visiting the pine shop opposite the inn prior to settling down to lunch. The greeting was even more cordial this time. more like friends who came back to visit rather than clients. and we chose from an impressive luncheon menu. The meal was excellent and the atmosphere cosy as we wiled away a couple of hours in the comfort of the old inn. Service at Hogan‘s is top notch and the owners should be commended for surrounding themselves with efficient and courteous attendants. The linen napkins and tablecloths are a refreshing change in this day of paper and plastic and, for the most part, the prices are what you would expect for this high calibre of food and service. well as ice cream, a cheese plate and a selection of various teas. If you should wish to try something a little different in this day of fast foods and rushed timetables. I hope that you‘ll give Hogan‘s a try . . . They are quickly learning a snappy back hand to trip their op- ponent'and a ceiling ball to wear doWn the best of opponents. These lovely ladies might even issue a challenge to the men at the end of the three-month trial period imposed by the Board of Directors. Now the bad news. Marilyn Rumble said the group is already full. Marilyn and Wendy are afraid of a deluge of calls if they get any publicity as they are swamped without published notice. All theitwo can promise is to make up a waiting list of names of those women interested in playing squash. For information, call Wendy Powell at 884-9067 or Marilyn Rumble at 884-2577. Sorry. guys. connect with the ball. Next I will try to hit the wall. Some of those women are really great. For those males out there saying “I told you so, it's a man‘s game”, I would like to say I am not a good example of what is going on at the racquet club Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Philosopher said . to hurry a g meal is like picking a fresh flower . in the end neither can be enjoyed.’ GOOD SERVICE SOLD OUT The 01' Millpond to hurry a good