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Show ,. , Breakfast Food. The Eskimo stood before his wife, wrapped in her furs, with a look of despair on his face.-. "The blubber is gone, we've eaten the last dog and my boots are too hin to make soup of," said the citizen of the far north. "Starvation stares us in the face." . But Mrs. Eskimo smiled serenely. "Not yet,' she answered. "I have been reading the advertisements- in the magazines and know the value of patent breakfast foods." The husband looked puzzled. "We will have a nice dish of flaked snow for breakfast!" concluded his loving wife triumphantly. |