In one word, the anti-squatting campaign had definitely begun.
A. E.
Navvy. "Why don't yer wear them boards the right way round?"
Sandwichman. "Wot! In me dinner-hour? Not me!"
"Some five or six million years hence, therefore, it is prophesied, the earth will fall into the grip of an ice age. There will descend on all living things the blight of eternal cod."
Scotch Paper.
Although the danger is not immediate it deserves the serious consideration of the Food Controller.