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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1962-11-08, Page 6Reds SAID They Were After Fish!! Communist fishing fleets soon Wild swarm ail over the world's 'anthem ocean, Havana Is only one spectacular way station on the. Soviet Minister of Fisheries` frequent journeys to tropical ports, "Fishing stations in tropical waters may become for the So- vietbloc what b o n k e r ports were for Britain in the 19th cen- tury," one imaginative Commune 1 Jst food expert told this writer two months ago on the occasion of a committee meeting of CMEA, the Soviet bloc's. Council for Mutual Economic Aid. The U.S.S.R., with the world's largest modern fishing fleet, leads the campaign. Poland, which on April 29 delivered to Cuba its .first modern fishing cutters, is in on the venture. The East Germans ultimately expect to follow suit. Fishing in distant water, like shipping, is not a purely con- meroial operation. Even before 1Vorid War I, passenger liners had to meet auxiliary-oruiser and troop -transport specsfica- tions of British, French, German, and Japanese admiralties. In the 1920's and 1930's Tapanese fish- ing fleets supplied Tokyo with information which helped Ja- ,penese submarine raids during the war. In the present age of elec- tronics Moscow's motor fleet of insulated tropical trawlers, fish taansports,' whalers, and marine - research vessels unclou.btedly also is geared to 'military pur- pose. But the big issue is food from the southern oceans, which have hardly been tapped. More than s 90 per cent of the world's fish I I catch comes from the Northern 1 Hemisphere, and the southern 1 seas cover a 50 per cent larger expanse. Exploitation of their fish r wealth is a prerequisite of sur- eP vival for the world's rapidly in e T creasing population, Food and • Agriculture Organization (FAO)' experts ote the United Nations I say. The country which has the lead in this endeavour has much to oiler to the undernou' ished three-fifths of mankind, This is what the Communists are out to do. Their awn people, too, do not have enough pleat„ Instead of meat they are to get fish, even thougth today much of it remains "fish in the sky." Fish, once it reaches the con- sumer, is cheaper than meat. Four calories of fodder are needed to prod.uoe one calorie of meat. In order to give the pre- sent world population the neees- Gary meat proteins, grain and fodder production would have to be five to six times langer than it is today, Since the world po- pulation may more than double before the end of the century, cattle breeding cannot meet food requirements. In addition, the U.S.S.R. has not been too successful in cattle raising, One reason more for them to try it with fish, The richest fishing grounds are coastal shelves up to 600 feet deep in areas where warm and cold currents mingle, The Caribbean where the Gulf Streacn and south equatorial cur- rent meet is one such area. Othere are the west coast of Equatorial Africa, the Indian Ocean off Madagascar, and the waters off West Australia and south of New Zealand, writes Paul Wahl it the Christian Sei- enee Monitor, According to FAO some of the world's richest fishing grounds are off southern California, Ecuador, and southern Brazil. During the past few years the U.S.S.R. has carried on exten- ive explorations in the Carib- ean, off Africa, and in the ndian Ocean. They say they ntend to go farther in the fu- me. About 50 Soviet vessels cur- ently are exploring fishing respects 'in the world's south- rn oceans,' 'lass reported last une. EXPRESSIVE — Followers of the renowned Leonard Bern- stein take delight in watch- ing . his expressive ..gestures and facial expressions when he is conducting symphony orchestras. Soviet Minister of Fisheries Aleksander A, Iethkov, who 30 years ago started Os chief fish- ing executive in the Black, Azov, and Caspian Seas, has held his present job since 1940, despite the fact that the Soviet fish catch seldom met the target From 1,900,000 tons in 1950, the catch increased to 2,700,000' tons in 1959, but last year it suddenly rose to 3,700,000, Mr, Ishkov's vision, which led him to pioneer in a development of revolutionary implications, h a s d off, and the target of the current seven-year plan for 1965 — 4,600,000 tons — seems in reach. However, so far neither Soviet citizens nor Poles can buy the fish they need. poi Q. Bow can I make sure that the leftover paint in a can will remain fresh and will not hare I den? A. This will not occur if the can is sealed airtight. To do this, replace the cover as tightly as you can, turn the can upside down momentarily, bhen right - side up again. Enough paint will flow around the edges of the cover to make it airtight, and the paint acts as a self -sealer. AMERICA'S FIRST JET --- Twentieth annivorsory of the flight —of America's first jet airplane wos observed recently. The Bell XP -59A was literally shrouded in security wraps, top photo, when it was towed Mono desert roads in October 1942 to the take -off point at Murrec, Calif., now site of Edwards Aldi, world-renowned experimental flight center. A dummy propeller was attached to its nose and air intakes and fuselage were covered- Test pilot Robert Stanley made the first flights at modest speeds only 100 feet off the ground. Later, the plane was pushed to 450 m.p.h. and an altitude of 30 000 feet, Bottom photo shows it during a subsequent test flight. No U.S jet saw action in World War II however. En- gines of today's twice -the -speed -of -sound planes are 15 times the power of those used in the XP -59A DEATH FOR SIX ON A LONELY ROAD — Car above is o mass of smashed metal after it was involved in a head-on crash on a lonely stretch of highway 401 near Newcastle, On- tario. There were no witnesses or survivors to the occident which took six lives, Every Man Expected He'd Be A Millionaire! Bruce Hutchison, noted Cana- dian writer, here dreevs from his own and his parents' recollec- tions of Canada less than a cen- tury ago, We borrow it, with sincere thanks, from the Chris-, tian Science Monitor, where it first appeared.) Winnipeg, the modern metropo- li,, `vr : t huddle of wooden shacks and muddy streets when a young Englishman arrived there in the year 1887 andlooked with a wild surmise at the empty Can- adian plains. How much Canada has changed in two generations I can only guess from my father's memor- ies: Though my own go back quite a way, to the first days of this century, the years before them are almost unimaginable, The Canadian Pacific Railway had crossed the continent only two years before my father's ar- rival. Despite the success of that incredible Canadian epic, the prairies were almost uninhabited, a liability to a nation not yet more. than a doubtful experi- ment, The youngster from a fortunate English home paid $15 a month to a homesteader outside WInni- peg for the privilege of learning to plow, milk, feed pigs, and even turn out clothes for the chil- dren on the latest marvel, a sew- ing machine. The accommodation provided for the apprentice rancher was comfortable enough. He slept in the hay loft. That homesteader was already a successful man. He had a house made of lumber. When my father left him, after a year's training, he built his own house of sods, 10 miles from the nearest neigh- bor. Still, he was doing well, too. He had six horses and a fine team of oxen and with a journey of only two days he could get plenty of poplar trees for fuel. In comparison with the prair- ies the civilization of eastern Canada, by the time I was born there, in Prescott, Ontario, seem- ed far advanced. The stone house I U t ac• ea pa hi of l gr ou of North America for 300 years, f my mother's folk had walls tvo feet thick, running water, tually a furnace in the dark veru of the basement and a rlor crammed with Victorian ie -a -brat like a stage set out Bernard Shaw, Best: of all, there was the eat river. The St, Lawrence at r door had carried the history had brought the Americans over from Ogdensburg to fight the Battle of the Windmill near Preeecott in 1838, and now it was 5 a perfect avenue tar innocent I Alt t;l,y 1.u,c'a. ;;lead:, rknIe:;, and { 3:;.'.hall rnilis came from Oa- r,icnshurg, sr"u„tiled on the ferry er the winter leo ,hy esrlubus aurit . who Voted for- Conserve- - live high tariffs ;,t 'very election and boasted of their personal ac- ' queituance vit.) Sir John A, Mee- , don* id, Canada's i'irs1. Prime nistcr. After that •we reached the far, [best west by easy stages. My lathes' moved ahead, spying out the ground, le was easy going through the Rockies on the rna.in I line of the CPR but he had to leave it •at Golden, buy an Indian pony, and ride southward into the bCootenayie His trail is now a 1 broad, paved highway crowded with automobiles on their way to Banff. No railway had yet penetrated the southern Crow's Nest Pais lhylJli 44 .- 1902 from Alberta into British Colum- bia, Traffic moved by steamboat from Montana, on the Kootenay River. If a man needed a house in the new hamlet of Cranbrook he built it himself. Our first little house is still there, as I discovered 40 years later -- surrounded by a busy town but distinguished by its whimsical shape and inferior car- pentry. My father evidently was an indifferent hand with tools. and he had none besides a ham- mer, saw, and ax. After the luxury of Prescott, the bungalow standing alone on the broad flat between the Rock- ies and the Se.lkirks must have looked depressing but in those days the people of a pioneer town had more fun than any of their successors. And they felt no doubt about the future. Every man expected to be a millionaire almost any day as the new mines opened up, the rail- way crawled through the mount- ains, and at last, even without a horse, you could reach a promis- ing new town called Vancouver. This was the true wild west, in the Canadian version, though never as wild as in the movie version. Every man wore a stiff- brimmed Stetson hat, as if it were a prescribed uniform, and most of them wore moccasins (my own being supplied, after careful measurement with a piece of string, by an Indian named Barnabas for the exorbitant price of 50 cents a pair). Nobody carried a revolver, as in the movies, and the law, as I recall it, was easily enforced by a single policeman named "Bal- dy” Morris, the kid,' civic hero. Nevertheless, the west was suf- ficiently wild for a boy who could see Indians in beaded buck- 1 skin, real cowboys in chaps and, 1 if he were lucky, could own a pony himself, Still further west lay another kind of world. Victoria, the capi- tol of British Columbia and now a continental tourist shrine, was an English town when I first saw it in 1908, the most English town j outside England, as it lilrecd to think. Its urban ways and stuffy man- ners were hard for a country boy to master. The shiny black cabs looked queer after the six -horse Strange Sounds In An. Australian Bush Tom was a queer fellow, so re- ticent that at first I couldn't get an opinion out of hint. In the dining hall, or in our improvised deck chairs of an evening there seemed to be no breaking into his tongue-ties gravity, One day I was strolling in the bush alone, 11 was, as usual, alive with the chorus of bell -birds and whip -birds, Here and there the parrot -like roselia added its bril- liant colors to the blaze of flow- ering wattle, then in full bloom, I was interested in the black cockatoos flying high overhead, when a movement underfoot—a six-foot black snake gliding ottt of my path—reminded me that it might be as well to look where • I was stepping. I was coming to a stream a little way ahead, and Tom I saw sitting on the bank, intently watching something below. I went to join him, As I settled clown an the grass beside him there was a splash in the stream at our feet, A brownish object disappeared under the water, Tom turned to me and whispered "Duck-billed platypus," Tom had actually found the. hose of this most primitive of all mammals—.part animal, part rep- tile, with the beak of a bird. ' I began to see what lay behind that impenetrable curtain of sil- ence. A few questions touched stage coaches and ranch wagons, the people were all too well dressed and the glamor of Rock- land Avenue, that splendid street of the rich, was overpowering. A few wealthy businessmen, prospering on the great real es- tate boom, even had automobiles by now, though not many, and they made a blinding dust or churned deep ruts in the mud of Government Street where the Parliament Buildings and the Empress Hotel had just been completed, If Victoria was an anticlimax from the frontier it had its points. You could bicycle out to Cadboro Bay on a long day's expedition through fields and woods now solid with houses, You could roast potatoes and bail mussels on the sea rocks of the Dallas Road where the big ship- yards stand today. You could travel out to Sidney, near the modern airport, behind a loco- motive that burned wood. When my father built his last house far out in the country, as he supposed, the plum trees of the first Hudson's Bay settlers had just reached their prime. And as unreconstructed mid -Victor- ians we still harvest their fruit every year in a surviving oasis of the old, days. All this — from sod hut to contemporary Canada — in two generations. EVER HAPPEN TO YOU? SHUTTLING TAE. LABa(2 FORCE (SPI Lt -ERS ANP 2IZOPPERs GfRoLP) pfi a, whole encyclopedia of -ih. formation. I discovered toe the% anything in nature Tom wanted. to see usually put in an appear- ance. As we left the stream- and headed for the cottage, there came the thump, thump of wal- laby jumping somewhere near, 1 casually remarked that we could hear the thumps any day, but we never saw the wallaby, "Let's try this," said Tom, and he struck off on a by-path lead- ing out of the heavy timber into more open country. It brought us to sharply rising ground cov- eraa with low undergrowth, Sud- denly there was a crash up above us. The next moment half a dozen wallaby came dashing down one after another in great kangaroo leaps amici the noise of cracking wood. I wouldn't have been surprised if Toin had pulled a bandicoot out of his hat, writes Henry Sowerby in the Christian Science Monitor. Leaving the scene of this marsupial pageantry, we were ac- costed by a small gray creature perched in a tree overhead, who leaned down toward us, his tail curled round a branch above, ape parently telling us in a strange little rasping voice that ive had no business in the bush. Tom told me that the self-ap- pointed custodian was a phalan ger. "Australians call him a 'pos- sum," he said, "He'll hang by his tail." Toni was generally indispens- able in the bush, but one little encounter I had all to • myself when he wasn't there. I was in a thickly wooded part, when I saw something unusual on the ground a little way ahead. On coiling nearer I found it was a female kangaroo, standing right in my path, perhaps sampling some of the leafage. I didn't need Tom to tell me .it was a female, for anyone can distinguish between the female, and the larger and more pugna- cious "old man kangaroo," She never stirred as I approached, I went on cautiously until I was eight or ten paces away, and still she didn't seem to notice my presence, There I stopped, A moment or two later she looked up, saw there was a stranger, then took a leisurely jump into the undergrowth at the side and made way for me, I felt that I had been accepters in the bush, They Were Still Mules 7 have read somewhere the re- marks of' Frederick the Great when speaicing about officers who relied solely on their prac- tical experience and who neglect- ed to study; he is supposed to have said that he had in his Army two mules who had been through forty campaigns, but they were still mules. - Field -Marshall Montgomery, 'Sy Blake MOTHER SENT you ALL OUT HERE To HELP ME PAINT?Go BACK AN' TELL HER 1 GENT you ALL IN TO HELP NER WASH HER BEST CHINA! !::\ L ing i• e,,tur,. 'ndicnie, inn, 1O02, world ri,Ih,n r,.:, ,ed. OPERATION MORNING STAR' V Cog guerrilla as "Operation Morning Star" a planned cittackis tlnto awn ltlCommunist strong- hold 1g near Saigon, and a province area close to the Cambodian border, got underway. Te operation was wily partially successful, as the high and dense foliage made it possible for many Communists to escape.