HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1948-1-7, Page 6Britain Plans
Reforestation
Of 5,000,000 Acres
Within the next five years the
British Government is to spend
$80,000,000 upon extending and re-
stocking woodland areas through-
out the British Isles, David Cur -
nock writes for United Kingdom
Information Service. This is only
the first part of a 50 -year plan
during which Britain proposes to
develop 5,000,000 acres of forest-
land. Ultimately this acreage will
meet 35 per cent of the home de -
nand for timber as against four
per cent before the war, when the
United Kingdom government paid
$252,000,000 a year for imported
timber.
This amititiuu.: scheme is a re-
ply to critics inclined to say that
Britain is not making enough ef-
fort to help herself to meet the
home demands for timber. What
these critics forget is that Bri-
tain's forestland has been twice
depleted within little more than a
quarter of a century in order to
conserve shipping space during
two wars to maintain the steady
flow of vital necessities, such as
munitions and food, to the Allied
Armies abroad.
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' The period between the two
wars did not give the depleted
forest in Britain time to recover
in spite of the setting up in 1919
of a commission to deal with for-
estry problems.
Britain has a small acreage of
woodland, only five per cent of
her acreage coming under that ca-
tegory, but with the development
of 5,000,000 acres within the next
50 years she will meet more of
her demands, and also have re-
serves for emergency.
Timber is used for such vital
purposes in Britain as housebuild-
ing, for furniture in its many
forms, railway sleepers, goods wa-
gons, telegraph poles, pit props
for mines, and many other things.
Research in recent years by Bri-
tish scientists has also brought
more uses for wood. For instance
pulped and chemically treated
wood can now be used in the man-
ufacture of artificial silk while it
plays a large part in modern air-
craft construction. The famous
Mosquito lightning fighter boni-
er ah -craft, the finest of its type
in the world, and one which made
so many devastating raids on Ber-
lin with such small losses, is made
of specially treated and moulded
plywood.
The forestry commission is re-
sponsible for the ambitious plans
in Britain. Of the 5,000,000 acres
target, 3,0.00,000 will be newly
planted forest -land. The remaining
2,000,000 acres will be developed
from existing woodland. When the
scheme is fully working it will
provide skilled empoyment for 50, -
STUFF AND THINGS
"Shouldn't I be gettin' more'n
a couple blocks to a bottle
o'pop?"
000 men in the forests, and 200,000
in forest industries generally.
Private owners of woodland in
Britain have been invited, and are
readily responding, to the call for
timber development. Under a de-
dication scheme 784 private own•
ers of 408,449 acres of woodland
have informed the forestry coal'
mission of their willingness to
grow timber on their land for all
time, They will receive a ,govern-
ment grant of 25 per cent of the
net annual expenditure until such
time as the woodland becomes
self-supporting,
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The forestry commission at pre-
sent holds about 1,500,000 acres of
land, of nide!, actual forest is
about 900,000 acres. Of this 500,-
000 acres are a'•eady planted. The
average number of trees to the
acre on British Forestry Commis-
sion plantations is approximately
1,700 so that the total number of
trees is roughly 850,000,000, repre-
senting about 18 trees per head of
Britain's population.
Much of the laud to be used in
Connection with forestry is net
suitable for farming, so that the
farming projects of Britain, which
call for greatly increased produc-
tion, will not be handicapped. Nor
will the public be robbed of the
famous beauty spots, some of
which are situated in woodland.
Many are 'to remain as national
forest parks for public recreation
with cheap camping facilities for
holidday makers and nature lov-
ers.
By MARY NELSON
":happy new yearl"
The cry echoed and re-echoed
down the street as Penny made her
way toward the bus stop. Every-
where about her people were light'
hearted and gay and busily wishing
their friends good fortune for the
coming year. She buttoned her coat
at the neck and turned up the
collar. It was a bitterly cold day
and she told herself she would be
happy to reach home and stay in
for the night. Let those with pio-
neer blood go out and stand in the
raw wind down at Dayton Circle
just to blow a silly horn at mid-
night ostensibly to usher in the
new year.
Penny had always been known at
home as a sensible girl with good
common sense, She was proud of
that reputation and now that site
lived in the city alone she was more
determined than ever to live up to
it. She didn't want to become a
sophisticated, worldly wise city
girl. Thus, she summed up ment-
ally, it was just as well she didn't.
"Going out tonight, Penny
The words interrupted her
thoughts and she turned to greet
Ruby, a fellow worker who was al-
ways going out with someone she
called "Beanie." You could always
tell the status of Ruby's romance
by her snood. If she was exuberant
to the point of being giddy, she was
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"But her foot missed and came
down on a sheet of ice."
going to see Beanie that night; if
she was quiet and petulant, site
was downright rude with a sarcastic
twist to every remark she made,
then they had quarreled.
Penny smiled. "No, I'm not,
Ruby," she replied. Odd that she
should feel such emptiness within
her as she said the words. She not-
ed Ruby's quick glance of sympathy
and it irritated her. "I don't know
anyone here," she defended herself.
Then added curtly, "And anyway, I
wouldn't dream of going out in such
ghastly weather."
Ruby shrugged. "Olt, well. if you
feel that way about it . . happy
new year, Penny." She hurried
away before the wretched girl
could make any response. "Now
why did I act so nasty?" she asked
under her breath. Ruby hadn't
meant any offense—sate was simply
so wrapped up in her own little
world that she felt sorry for any-
one who had no Beanie to whom to
belong. She was essentially a gener-
ous person and now Penny had de-
liberately hurt her.
As she stood in the middle of the
sidewalk, angry and discour-
aged, she saw her bus speeding
Canada's Wedding Gift to Princess Elizabeth—This wedding gift of
silver was presented by Prime Minister King on behalf of Canada to
Princess Elizabeth. Learning that Princess Elizabeth had desired antique
silver for a table service, selection of the silver was made, for Canada, by
Princess Alice, Countess of Athlone. The service consists of a George 1
plain, two -handled siver cup and cover, made in London in 1720 by Paul
Lamerie; four silver salvers, made in 1734 by Paul Lamerie; two single
silver candlesticks; four silver candlesticks and three silver candelabra,
reproductions of Paul Lamerie; 24 silver -gilt dinner plates; a case of
table silver.
recklessly down the street and with-
out another thought to anything
else she hurried toward the corner,
"Wait, oh, wait(" she called, runn-
ing breathlessly. No one else was
waiting, however, and he careened
sharply off the curb, hurrying on
his way. "Oh, dear!" She burst
into tears at this new dissappoint-
ment and reached blindly for the
curb.
But her foot missed and came
down on a sheet of ice sending her
into an astonished heap in the
street.
For a moment she was too stun-
ned to move. She heard footsteps
hurrying toward her and managed
to sit up dazedly. A man knelt
down beside her but his face was a
blur of features, "Take it easy,"
he admonsilted, placing an arm a-
cross her back. She tried to focus
hc. eyes upon him and hadn't quite
succeeded when he cried, "Penny!
Why, Penny Lindsay! I1'hat in
the world are you doing out here?"
And then everything cleared and
she saw the handsome, blond fea-
tures of a former school friend.
"Olt, Alan!'' Tears tumbled over
each other in hasty exit. He helped
her to her feet. "Gee, it's good to
see someone from the old home
town. I've been so doggone lonely,"
he told her, manipulating a hand-
kerchief around her nose and eyes.
"I'm lonely, too," she gasped.
"I've only been here a month."
"Say! What are you doing to-
night? Anything?"
"N•nothing." Her heart skipped
a beat in anticipation.
"Then why don't we go some-
where and talk over old times?
Gee, I'm dying to hear some gossip
abort the Turners and the Mit-
diets and all the t •st, Will you
Penny?"
And Penny smiled happily this
time. "Yes, Alan. Even this ghast-
ly weather couldn't stop me from
talking over old times with you."'
As Interpreted
A young wife, wishing to an-
nounce the birth of her first child
to a friend in a distant city-, tele-
graphed:
"Isaiah 9:0" Which passage be-
gins: "For unto us a child is born,
unto us a son is given."
Her friend, unfamiliar with the
Scriptures, said to her husband.
"Margaret evidently has a boy who
weighs nine pounds and six ounces,
but why on earth did they name him
Isaiah,"
THIS CURIOUS WORLD
By William Ferguson
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M»NFNFroY'd
A Haven
For Mamie
By
4NNA E. WILSON
Wind, broad -shouldered Joel said,
was just air in notion; all wind
was the same. But Mannie, putting
a tired hand to her bead, pressing it
against that spot of pain above her
eye, decided that Joel must be
wrong. There were all kinds ' of
wind; but the worst was this wind
that blew for days until it got into
your head and burned a tight band
about your forehead.
Joel came in to dinner. "It must
let up soon, Mannie. It's never
blown this long before."
"It'll never stop, Joel."
Joel's kind, blunt face looked
worried. "We've got a good start
here, Mannie. You like it here when
the wind doesn't blow. Maybe
running away isn't the solution.
Maybe any other kind of life would
have drawbacks too, Mannie. Seems
like we might find a better way."
"You can't stop the wind, Joel."
When Joel had gone, Mannie
washed the dishes, the pain above
her eye becoming each moment
more unbearable. She reached for
an aspirin, thinking of Joel, and
stopped, It did no good to say the
wind wouldn't blow tomorrow,
there'd be the next year and tlit
next,
Joel could sell the ranch and get
work in a factory. She could see
him in 15 years, his shoulders
stooped, Isis hair thinner and the
swing gone from his walk.
Joel wouldn't blame her, but he
wouldn't be happy. Joel would never
be !appy anywhere away front the
prairie. That was what made a so
hard, so impossible for her.
She looked out and nowhere was
there anything but sameness, no-
where except that old bluff, border-
ing Dead Man's canyon, a deep
cleft sheltering a slough.
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Roanie was surprised at being
saddled so early in the day. Ile
jumped as spurs dug into hint and
lie swung around and ]leaded into
the wind, When Mannie came to
the bluff she reined in Roasie and
sat looking down into the canyon.
It was narrow, steep with few foot-
holds.
She slid down from Roanie and
looked down to where a thin sliver
of light, water, was barely visible —
it was quiet down there — the wind
could never reach you. She began to
climb down, her feet slipping on the
shale and stone. She rolled down
the last 20 feet ignominiously.
She lay quiet on a tiny beach, re-
lief seeping through her, The sun
was warns and she relaxed and slept,
like a linty rag on the sand.
When she woke clean -eyed clear-
headed, the sun was slanting against
the wall. It was time to get back.
She could stand anything. She
glanced upwards and caught her
breath. Nowhere was there a single
foothold.
She proceeded cautiously, exam-
ining the walls, coining at last to
a shelving cave. Above the entrance
was printed in rough letters: Wind -
haven,
11'indhaven. Someone had been
here before her. Someone had caste
here to escape from the wind, just
as she had conte.
She advanced farther into the
cave and her foot struck a light
object — a comb that some woman
might have worn. If a woman had
conte here years ago, she must have
had some way ofgetting back.
Mannie hunted furiously.
It was simple when she found it.
A rough hair rope, hidden by the
side of the boulder, exactly the
sante color as rock and shale. She
seized it eagerly and began to
climb. She reached the rope's end
and found it anchored securely by
a huge rock, invisible to those
above. She pulled herself over the
rine of the canyon. She heard a
nicker farther along and rounded a
curve to find Roanie grazing.
She rode him with the wind be-
hind her—but it was no longer a
fearsome thing, something from
which there was no escape but in
flight. Windhaven she had only to
climb down the canyon to sleep
securely on the small dry beach.
Why they could spend whole days
there, she and Joel.
Dampened salt can be restored
by the addition of a little corn-
starch. One teaspoon of corn-
starch to six of salt is about the
right proportion.
MQPSY by GLADYS PARKER
YOU'D BETTER SOME BACK FOR ONE
MORE SITTING, I DONT BELIEVE 1
HAVE THE NOSE QUITE RIGHTL_/—
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... and the stare look down on the birth of
a new year. From farm and forest, village and city,
the citizens of a great and free country scan
the new horizon with courage and optimism. Meeting
a challenge with confidence is an old Canadian
tradition ... and in presenting The Dow Award
to deserving Canadians we have the opportunity
of seeing, over and over again, ample proof
that this tradition is no myth. As the clock strikes
twelve and we greet a new year ... it is good fo
know that the heart of Canada is strong ...
that Canadians have faith in their destiny
and in their ability to shape it well.
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