Book size: 140 x 215mm
Khor Cheang Kee worked for more than 50 years on the Pinang Gazette (the oldest English Language newspaper East of Suez), the pre-war Straits Echo, the post-war Straits Times and New Straits Times, and The Star.
These Penang perspectives first saw print more than 30 years ago, but they still retain their prostine appeal. Taken together, they are one man’s sentimental along the happy highways of his beloved Penang. Those who read this book and join Khor Cheang Kee on his journey will find him a really good companion.
He was a humorous raconteur who could keep his listerners spellbound. He was a humanitatrian, a teacher and an educator. There was always a lesson in what he siad, yet a lesson conveyed gently and without dogma. He was well known as much for his lively and impish wit as for the depth and breadth of his knowlegdge on public issues, customs, historical events, and education.
How not to see a film in Penang / T-Cup mania: Just our cup of tea / Encounter with ugly Penangites / The end of the dream island? / Pioneers who landed on a sandy beach / The Daimler, gharry and ricksha days / The super-city peeks out from the old Tanjong / Rugged ones from good old Penang / Parking and “kedekuts” of Penang / Cuisine, then and now / Glimpses of life in the 1900’s / School clerks: Overworked and overlooked / Baba brides of 50 years ago / The councils are reborn / Penang is not like this at all / When Ayer Itam was Penang’s unofficial ‘capital’ / What do you know about old Penang? / Ups and downs with the Little Dragon / Memories of a by-gone Penang / The Penang Man and his fancies. . . / Penangites who leave and those who don’t / The Penang way that leads to happiness and contentment / For Mountain Maria, life began at 95 / A kindly mother who founded a new dynasty. . . / Happy and secure under the matriarchs / A day in the life of the Tunku / The Tunku’s proudest and saddest moments. . . / It’s still Springtide with all the old-world charm / Kedekuts? Now to prove them wrong / A success story in local government / When the men of the sea tell their own story. . . / Come dream with me on the isle of dreams / When Chin Peng, pale and thin, left his hide-out