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...annual livestock convention in Toronto's Royal York Hotel last week, the big talk was about Holsteins. The Holstein-Friesian Association of Canada reported that in 1948, its best year yet, registered sales of purebred Holsteins reached a record total of 61,539 (there were all sorts of guesses on how many more sales went unregistered). Almost half of the animals had been exported, the largest number to the U.S., whose big demand for Holstein and other breeding stock has made Canada a leading exporter in the business. The rest went to 18 different countries, most of them...
...ring, big Holstein-Friesian bulls stomped and snorted while cows lowed mournfully in the stalls. Quito was having a cattle show and Ecuador's best of breed were on display. In the thick of the herd, a curly-haired farmer named Galo Plaza Lasso was qualifying entries, arguing with the judges, describing the show over a microphone. He had organized the exposition, and at the moment it interested him more than the fact that three days earlier he had been on top in Ecuador's presidential election...
...Ringwood, County Hampshire, England, a blear-eyed Friesian cow named Bridge Birch yielded 41,952 pounds of milk in 329 days to displace (unofficially) an American Holstein, Carnation Ormsby Madcap Fayne, as world champion. Bridge Birch's owner admitted that his cow got a daily diet-booster of half a gallon of stout...
Back in Ecuador in 1933, he settled down, married a local society belle-and found the family fortunes in low estate. He proceeded to make the vast Plaza ranch north of Quito a model for Ecuador, brought in the country's first combine, six tractors, and blooded Holstein-Friesian herds. In 1938 he became Defense Minister. Galo Plaza quelled one students' strike by ringing the university with troops, entering and dragging out the two ringleaders by the scruff of their necks, then persuading the rest to quit...
...sturdy Dutch inhabitants of Walcheren Island did not want to leave their flooded homes. The grey sea had snaked through Walcheren's bomb-breached dikes, coiled around hamlets and towns, drowned their handsome black-&-white Friesian Holland cattle. It had also brought salty death to orchards, pastures, grain fields. But most farmers and burghers shook their heads when Allied amphibious ducks chugged up to take them away...