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Life and death shortages
In the midst of 'fuel shortages
cotton shortages and our complaints
about high food prices, a release
from the Canadian. International
Development Agency snaps us into
another world. The world where
CIDA is active, assisting with both
emergency relief and long term de-
velopment programs is the Third
World - those African, Asian and
South American countries where
there has never been anything but
one. vast shortage of clothing and
food.
Log house, McKillop
Sugar and Spice
If
There is 'a need to restore the
balance between the haves' and have
nots in our world.
The chronic shortages we seem
to be facing are at least partly
caused by the fact that two thirds
of the world's people produce and
consume less than one third of its
goods and services.
In Thirdworld'countries 40 out
of 1.00 newborn children will die
before the age of six. Another 40
risk brain and body damage from
malnutrition and only 3 of the 100
will get enough education to make
them fully productive• citizens.
One third of all adults in de-
veloping countries are out of works
or greatly unemployed while over
one billion people live on less
than $4 a week. CIDA information
,adds 'that about '80% of these coun-
tries' natural resource wealth, is
untapped.
Shortages of key raw materials
bring home to us the fact that we
are all interdependent. We are
:1 ready being asked to sacrifice
because of events on the other
side of .,the world. We realize that
what happens to people •in Nairobi
or Dares Salaam also happens to us
as the "modernized" nations slowly
see that it is immoral for them to;
tonsume more than their share of
the wOrld's rsources-while most
Of the world's
e
people Starve. '
We need fuel and think We need
steak and colour TV's. Developing
countries need basic human commo-
dities like food'and the dignity of
work.
We are dependent on each others
resources and buy each others pro-
ducts- and we will sink or swim. -
gethet', The next time your hear
somebody .khddk foe#igh aid .t0 under
develope d countries, speak. up. In't
ternational -aid programs like CIOA,
and the UN organi st one are trying
to ensure that we all survive,
gtthetL,
A number of deep and troubling ques-
tions are puzzling me this fall. Perhaps,
if I get them out in the open, those
stabbing cramps in my stomach will ease
oft.
Leaves. I have six maples and two
huge oaks on my front lawn. That pro-
dticeS leaves to the knees. My neigh,-
bour across the Street has four maples
around his property. Also a fair crop
of leaves,' but nothing like ours.
My neighbour rakes up his leaves.
At least his wife does. I contemplate
mine with a judicious .eye, waiting for
the right moment to strike. (Wight as
'well wait till they'r e all down."
My neighbours are godly and right-
edus people. I am an acknowledged sin-
ner. Yet every fall, about this tune, we
get one of those howling 'north winds
that make' yOU shiver in bed, glad you're
there.
I get up the next, morning, and my
front lawn is as clean as the cat's diSh.
look out- the other window in distnay,
and sure enough, my neighbour's tidy
lawn loOkS like the Maple Leaf Forever.
My leaves. Why?
thought this time cf telling hini
he t Should :put up a snow fence,- but
think I'd better give him a couple of
WeekS to cool off. And get thoge leaves
raked up.
There I feel better already, get-
ting that off my thette As good as the
tbrifeSsiOnal.
In my. youth ; I deafly loved,
the gettrie; Played five years: in high
school, two in college before I Went' off
to play another kind of game.
Every night I'd draggle home in the
dark, after' practice, aching in every
drinking in the sharp fall air, completely
olighed+
birring the games, there 'vas the
heady knowledge that every girl in •the
school was out .there witching you. This,
of course, was a two-edged sword, You:
might catch a pass for fora touchdown. 'kat
might also drop it, for a red feed..
We had soiite, great tearns in high
School, because our :principal was t
fOOtball nut. When I think over the names,,
I have *are than a sense of nostalgia.
kilt a dozen were killed in the war,„
didnit haVe- much going kit rtiS
betideS ibis of Spirit., there were about
tour iitiMett on, the teuni. Our u rii
forniS were ragged., We Madt our own
tiadg of kit obtained At. the WO felt,
mill some had bleated booti t others
played in sneakers.
One of my great thrills was when my
big brother took me to Ottawa for the Grey
Cup final. In those 'days the Grey Cup
game wasn't the silly-ass spectacle it Js
now, with beauty contest, marching bands,
parades and such foofawraw.
It was serious business, You were
there to see a football game, not to get
drunk and make an idiot of yourself,
yoti could get good seats for seventy-
five cents. I sat between two' voluble
French-Canadians who, quietly and with
dignity, passed a micky of rye (850
back and forth, but only to keep off the
chill. Today they'd have a twenty-sixer
each and be glassy-eyed by half time.
• It was a great game. Those were the
'days of giants; , tiurniner, Stirling, who
could boot a ball the length of the field;
Bunny WadsWorth, who was like a tank
in the line. This day, the centre of
attention was Fritz Hanson, who was as
hard to pin down as a dragon-fly. But
for all his scampering, the bigger Ottawa
team won '7-6 on the laSt. play.
At any rate, in those days I knew
the game. From there it was all down.
hill. The ,Yankg took over, and, as
usual, we adopted their terms.
Outside wings- became ends. Middle
wings became tackles. Inner wings be-
came guards. And the flying wing, my
own faVoiltite position, Vanished into
Today, I kit as baffled by the termin-
ology of football as an elderly librarian
would have been by the terminology at the
recent fighter .pilot's reunion in Ottawa;
What is .6'; tight end, for example?
IS that what we See when the -players
go into a huddle, and stick those ottrein-
elY tight pants into our faces on TV.
What is the opposite of a tight end?
Is this someone who has the Skitters?
Is that why they are always running' off
the field?
What IS an offensive tackle? It this
someone language dr laehaViotir
you find offensive to your sensibilities?
Is the familiar phrase, "I gave him
a pretty good shot", an indication that
the Players' are now' carrying concealed,
not to Mention offensiVe, weapons?
One of the universities is giving an
extension 6iiittSe at its tight school.
for girl triendS and ViVeS Of football
players} So That they can enjoy the game
More.
think till -sign up for the course, Pin
dying to know what a middle Its backer'
does or a- ittritig,
by Bill Smiley