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Show '! ALL IE , r The line passed slowly between the . ' rail and the counter, at the Food Ad- ; ministration cafoteria. Here was a ': petty officer, in starched "whites," be- hind him two captains from the Q. 1 ' M down the street, and girls lines ' of them, reaching out for salads and little brown casseroles. At tho trays of breads, the petty ; " officer hesitated. One was piled high : with muffins suspiciously white look-1 look-1 Ing. He started to lake one, then ; asked the woman behind the counter, "All wheal?" "All rice," she replied. ' - He helped himself and wejit on. ' ; : After him. the tnll captain absently i ' took a muffin, Hhcn ho looked up ,: ' guiltily, "All -wheat?" "No, all rice." And once again tho question, from ' a girl in dainty pink gingham, with -1 paper cuffs fastened on with rubber bands. "All rice?" at tho reply she smiled, "Oh!," she Bald, and took her muffin. Rather surprising; but the patrons of the cafeteria have come to feel that whatever is served them there is ."all right." They trust the management to exercise its food conscience in their behalf. When they saw those light muffins, their confidence was shaken. But they went ahead, knowing that they could trust the cooks when they hoard "all rice." - rn |