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bd CL le WEIN A I ARP - rts ee, a Grim predictions By Dean J. Kelly, President Association of Dedicated Canadians Canada, as well as the rest of the world is facing a duel crisis -- rising food prices and world shortages. Sheer survival of millions as shown in recent U.S. documentary "The Food crisis" has led me to do some research on what is happening right here in Southern Ontario. Federal Agriculture Minister Whelan said a few days ago that milk rationing is possible in 5 years and that only those who must have it in their diet 'will be supplied. Official statistics show that last year 2,200 Ontario diary farmers quit the business. The best breeding stock and milk producers are bing sold in Europe and Asia as well as Cuba. They are flown out of the country is specially equipped aircraft. Farmers according to the Agriculture Minister are the lowest paid of all Canadian workers with 121,000 farm families living below the poverty line. Agricultural land is being lost at an appalling rate of 26 acres an hour! The number of farms has dropped 19 per cent. (Ont. Gov't 1969 figures) Even with a threatened shortage and rationing the Ontario Milk Marketing Board ig squandering $1,000,000.00 a year advertis- ing the sale of milk. U.S. Dept of Agriculture states that food reserves are the lowest they have ever been. Famine and drought in Africa, India and other countries have further demands. The worlds poorer countries produce 200,000 new mouths to feed every day. The United Nations say 800 million suffer from maluntrition with critical worldwide food short- ages. India alone produces 30,000 new mouths to feed every day, refuses to eat beef and fails to control birth rate. The rest of the world is asked to supply 10 million tons of grain for India alone and even if it were av ailable, it could not be distributed because of lack of transport. Prices of Canadian farm products dropped in March. In Ontario the price index slipped to 196.2 from 200.2 but food prices in Metro area jumped 4.6 per cent since April -- much larger than usual increases. Food profits increased with Canada's largest chain, Dominion (400 stores) UP 36 PER CENT and even paid an extra dividend to stockholders. While the Canadian Wheat Board dropped its export wheat prices by $1.00 a bushel the consumer paid more for wheat products at home. Farm costs have risen sharply, fuel, hydro, fertilizer, farm machinery have all gone up from 15 to 50 percent . . some costs have doubled. Nitrogen needed for feed fertilizer is a by product of petroleum is both scarce and skyrocketed in price. It takes 8 Ibs. of corn feed to produce 1 pound of beef. It takes 10 pounds of milk to produce one pound of cheese. Canada is already improving millions of pounds of butter and cheese. Most people in affluent Ontario fail to realize that TWO-THIRDS of Ontario is unsuitable for agriculture. the Precambrian Shield with its rock streaches through Ontario around Gravenhurst restricting farming to the fertile lands of southern Ontario, yet the Federal government (and Ont) are determined to go ahead with the Pickering Airport and a new city for 200,000 taking over 56 miles of prime farm land out of production. Proposed new hydro lines will take hundreds of more acres out of food production. Why doesn't the Ontario Government move its planned city to land unsuitable for agriculture such as the Precambian area of Ontario around Georgian Bay and connect it with Metro by high speed rail service. Decentralization is the answer -- not more crowding, and more pollution. Oshawa for example had only 324 building lots available in mid-May -- a one month's supply. Farmland is being used up at unbelievable rate of 26 acres EVERY HOUR. The rich fruit producing lands of Niagara are the hardest hit. Once this valuable land, prime agricultural producing is lost it will never produce food again. No oné would believe a year or so ago there would be & gas shortage. Canada and indeed Ontario could be next in the food crisis. PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited Serving Port Perry, Reach. Scugog and Cartwright Townships P. HVIDSTEN, Publisher " Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 BILL MILEY EXPOSED NAVELS AND MY BAD BACK Every vear I look forward cagerly to the last part of May and the first part of June. Once again the world is green, the days are longer, it is no longer brass monkey weather. the trout season is open, the golf links beckon. Best of all, end of term is nearing, holidays looming. and I'll be able to forget those juvenile friends for two golden months. What more could a man want? And yet, every year at this time I am frustrated as a frog who thinks he's a butterfly. There are a number of villians in this particular tragedy. Meetings. proliferate. Every time I should be listening to a solid crack of a drive or the lovely clunk of a gold ball going into the cup, I seem to be sitting at a meeting, listening to some utterly inane suggestion that yet another committee be formed to look into nothing or other. Warm weather? Yeah, that's nice. But it makes the students coltish, to say the least. And in these days of permissive school dress. it can be totally confusing. There you are, trying to teach the elements of a unified, coherent, and emphatic paragraph. And sprawled right in front of you is a young woman, physically. at least, a veritable Daisy Mae. in a backless, bra-less halter and a pair of shorts so short and so tight they look as though they've been put on with a paint roller. Blank-eyed, she is complelely lost to the beauties of communication\via the printed word. Her thoughts are fixdd on a different kind of communications, the kind she's going to share with Joe, when he picks her up after supper. The only part of her that is paying any attention whatever to her English teacher is her exposed navel, which stares at you unwinklingly. End of term approaching? Great. But what is this vast pile of paper beside my desk? Three sets of term tests, two sets of creative writings, two sets of fresh endings for a play. I've tried spilling coffee on malevolently. I've tried spilling coffee on them. I tried dumping the ashtray on them, accidentaly. But they merely smouldered, like me. Thet won't go away. they have to be UGAR ano marked. Not conductive to trout fishing. Well. you'll say, these are minor things. If Smiley was organized, he could cope with these irritations, and still enjoy his late spring. True. But I haven't introduced you to the real beast on the roster. This is the estate. Every fall, I get the place cleaned up. Last fall we put out ninety plastic bags of leaves. I got a guy to put on the storm windows, not because I'm lazy, or can afford it, but because I'm too chicken to climb a forty-foot ladder, with a forty-pound window, in a forty-mile wind. And this spring we've put out already forty bags of leaves, left over from last fall, plus another twenty bags of acorns and twigs and there are still thirty bags stacked against the side of the house. I simply haven't time to do this work. Besides. I have this bad back, which gets sore every spring, for some reason. It's almost impossible to hire kids to do the work. they want more than it would have cost me to have somebody rubbed out, in the Chicago of the 1920's. So this spring, the Old Battleaxe, urged on by friends and me, took'a whack at it. Her previous help with the "yard" has been confined to, "Bill, when are you going to get this place cleaned up? What will the neighbours thing?" I'd hate to tell you what I tell her the the neighbours can think, if they want to. Anyway, after about five days of raking and stuffing bags, she burst out with, "Dearie me, Bill," (or words to that effect), "this isn't a backyard. It's THE LAND." She felt like a pioneer, trying to clear enough to live on. I had rid myself of my old power mower, in a fit of gentle rage, when I couldn't start it. You can't hire a kid with a power mower. So I bought a new one. 1 got one of my students to run it, only by threatening that I'd fail his year if he didn't. The lawn is cut. There are only eight flower-beds left to rake and dig. And the storm windows are still on. REMEMBER 50 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 12, 1924 Mr. Wm. McKay has acquired the right to produce and sell F.P.A. Finish also No-Rub Metal Polish and ag Silver Plate and Polish. Sunday School Anniver- sary service was held at Bethel Church with Rev. H.F. Howard preaching. Cartwright Council received a grant for the school Fair. S. Jeffrey, T. Smith and R. Willan applied to have the walk extended. Aura Lee's Parlor is celebrating their 10th anniversary. The Union Church in Greenbank has invited the Rev. Wm. Dyer of Mount Albert to be their minister. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, June 10. 1949 The Maybelle Rebekah Lodge celebrated their first birthday in the Port Perry High School. A farewell banquet was held for Miss L..M. Harris, a teacher at Port Perry High who is retiring at the end of the school year. The Service Club held it's last meeting at the home of Joan Godley. Port Perry Scouts and Cubs Possession Ceremony Meeting was held at their new site on Perry Street for the raising of the Union Jack. 15 YEARS AGO A barn on the property of Russell Hood burned to the ground. Miss Jean Samells gradu- ated with honours from the University of Toronto with a degree of Bachelor Arts. (continued on page 5) Ice Cream: 3