VOL. 1 NO. 5 Av4.8, 1975 Do you remember when bread came in waxed paper? You probably nemember what happened to the stuff. A bit of it was used to polish the top of the Stove, but the bukk of it became sandwich wrap. And, if my memory is connect, it was shaken out, folded, and carried home in the old black buckez. Pancels used to be tied up with string, and that, (remember?) was carefully rolled up in a huge ball. Goodness, even Eaton's catalogue was recycked in its own Special way. Now don't tick me off as a reminiscing old codgern. I'm sti£l on the dnnocent side of thinty. But sometimes, somehow, I keep getting this uncomfortable feeking that we are becoming an extravagant peopke. Today, the sandwich goes into a Litthe plastic pouch (to keep freshness dn, you know) and the pouches go into a brand new Lunch bag and at about twekve-twenty the whole business (AdneLuding the orange you didn't really want) £44 dropped into a plastic garbage bag. Today we've gotten away from those noisy bottles to throw-away milk cantons. We open our cans and sharpen our pencils with electrical gadgets. We throw out our pens and our Lighters. In fact, I've seen people drop coins and not go to ak the bother of picking them up (quite reasonably, of course.) Now, I know Life 4s tough these days, but next time you plug in the bun- wanmen, just try not to think of the kid in Ethiopia that's not going to make 44 through the week. His Life is tough, too.