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Show WHAT CURED HER By Jane Dransfield of The Vigilantes. "O mother, must I get war bread?" Little daughter had been asked to go to the bakery for bread for her school lunch. "It's wheatless day. dear." "But I don't like war bread It's so dark and different. And the rules aren't for children are they? "No. but you know we are asked to send one million bushels of wheat lo the allies by May first. We have given giv-en our word, and our baker Is trying to help by making this special bread which has almost no white flour ,n it whatever. But of course, if you don t I feel you can help in this way. you may j buy a lighter loaf." Little daughter started off In a few moments she returned. Mother ! unwrapped the package. There it was. j the small dark, heavy loaf, indeed, dif-i dif-i ferent. but really most palatable, and I nourishing. Little daughter's eyes were glowing "Mother. Ihe baker asked me if I liked war bread, and I said I did." Mother looked up In astonishment. "But, my dear, you just said. " "Yes. mother. I know I Just said 'to you I didn't like it, but I was afraid if I told that to the baker, he would think I was a German |