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The Brussels Post, 1975-06-25, Page 2INTASLIN4111) Ian Brussels Post BRUSSELS 'WEDNESDAY, JUNE 25, 1975 ONTARIO Serving Brussels and the surrounding community. Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario by McLean Bros.Publishers, Limited. Evelyn Kennedy - Editor Dave Robb - Advertising Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association. Subscriptions (in advance). Canada $6.00 a year, Others $8.00 a year, Single Copies 15 cents each: A Ti CC readers back next weekl How many can we feed ? It is argued by some philosophers, visionaries, radicals and even economists that the land which gives us life should be considered more as a resource than as private property. This is not a very novel concept, although it is certainly an unpopular one in capitalist and also in some socialist societies. The sanctity of private property has endured for many centuries and the ownership of land is something that countless millions of human beings have aspired to down the ages. And yet in China, where almost a quarter of mankind lives, people don't own their land. it belongs to the state or the commune or the production. brigade. And is there much point in owning land, say, in. Mauretania -- the most seriously affected of the Sahelian nations? Mauretania has had no significant harvest for two years. These are questions that can be and will be debated for decades, and of course there is no easy answer, no simple solution. The truth is, however, 'that land will have to be utilized more .justly and more rationally in the last quarter of this century, and in the 21st century, if mankind is to continue thriving cml this planet. Take Indonesia alone, for instance. Already this island nation,, strung out for 3,000 miles between the Pacific and Indian oceans, has about 130 million people of whom two-thirds live on the islands of Bali, Java and Madura. By the year 2,000, Indonesia's populatin-- despite control measures -- .will have grown to about 240 million. Java will have become an island city. World population will grow even more rapidly, doubling from four billion people today to about eight billion within 25 years. This shows that the world's big problem is the ratio between food and people. Can we produce double the food we grow today by the turn of the century? There are certainly hopeful signs. Today, one U.S. farm worker' feeds 55 persons compared with fewer than 15 persdns in 1950. In 1973 U.S. farmers shipped overseas nine-tenths of the world's soybean exports, three-fifths of feed grains, two-fifths of ' wheat, and a quarter of the global rice crop -- enough to feed one of every four people in the world. There is cause for optimism. But much will depend on hwo we use land in the future. (Contributed) It's berry picking time Amen by Karl Schues0er I've carried my eye glass prescription around in my pocket for a week now. I can't bring myself to go to the optician to get my new glasses. 'Cause I don't want what he has to give me. Bifocals. Bifocals. They're the bane and blight of , middle age. They belong in the same class as false teeth, receding hairlines and sagging double chins. And I deny the reality of them all. I want no. truck.with them. I'll do-about anything rather than walk into that optician's shop and order up' a pair of bifocals. l'm willing to put up with a lot if 1 don't have to' wear them. I don't mind walking around and, looking out on a fuzzy world. It's sort of a Renoir painting come to life. Indistinct outlines. Blurred images and splashes .of colour. So what if don't recognize my friends on the street? And I don't mind moving back and forth the book in my hand. Trying to get it into focus with my arm stretching out , farther and farther. And l'clon't mind taking- my glasses on and off all. the time. Say something like twenty times an hour. That's when I try to read lecture notes and then look up and talk to my class. I don't mind any of this. It's better than bifocals. But I did get awfully close. I hung around af,- the optician's door. Looked at his window display. I even dared to go inside and let him tell me all about the bifocal possibilities. The obvious half moon shape. The straight line across the middle bifocals. He called those the executive style. And they came with an executive price too. Then he showedme an even more expensive pair:You don't see the glass difference at all. He said he'd never fit that kind on a man, oefote. Only onwotnen.for cosmetic purposes. I tried to tell h inn that vanity had nothing to As I say ,• he only smiled. He said he thought I have far better things to do than keep track; of two pairs of glasses and all that switching.' I didn't' want to complicate matters by telling him I'd have a third pair. My prescription sun glasses. When I fingered _a pair of Ben Franklins--those half' glass glasses--he ohly kept on smiling. He wondered what I'd do about my far seeing. He noticed by my pirescription I needed strong ones. I liked the idea of Ben Franklins. At least they're different. And most of all they're not bifocals. When I walked out, I had my prescription back in my shirt pocket. I told him I'd think it over. And I am. But there's one more possibility. When the eye doctor tested my eyes,hejast sighed when I started to grumble about bifocals. "Karl", he said, "the only thing wrong. with you is that your arms aren't long enough: You'll have to grow longer arms." And that's what I'm working on right nostr' Longer arms. And if that doesn't work, I know I'll have to go back to, that optician and suffer. do with my glasses. Not wanting bifocals was' a practical matter. The practical matter of adjusting to two different glasses in front of my eyes. Sure he admitted. 'Bifocals take a while in getting used to. I'd have to change my ways. Watch those stair steps. Move my head more. Far more than my eye balls. H e smiled when. I asked about two separate pairs of glasses: -one for reading and one for distance. tin :a or me nc elit ng( div th st h ye pin tier wyt rd ich ,'ea Thi ich int( d gept an risT. carefully this, 'Dominion. ay weekend— We wan all 0 St kir rid