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...family ate ten white potatoes at a meal last winter, they will probably have to get along with nine this year. But they can make up on tomatoes, which are more plentiful than usual. Milk will be scarcer and citizens will have to get along with 16 lb. of butter on their yearly bread instead of the 18 lb. to which they are accustomed. Meat will prove the major food problem, not everywhere at once but in spots gradually. At first there will appear to be an abundance of beef steaks, veal cutlets, legs of lamb and mutton chops...
...just as easy to buy a carload of butter (19,200 lb.) as a carload of eggs (12,000 doz.), yet amateur speculators almost always prefer eggs. They know that when hens are not well fed in the great egg districts of the Midwest they seldom lay eggs. And even a well-fed hen dislikes to lay eggs in very hot weather. What most amateur speculators do not know is that the leading trading medium is October eggs, which were all laid in March, April and May?before the drought seriously affected production. There are 9,000,000 cases...
Corn-into-Eggs. Butter and eggs have almost no zoological connection but their economic and social connection is close and traditional. The statistical position of butter has improved. There are only 800,000 tubs of butter in storage in leading markets as against 1,100,000 tubs year ago. At 27¼¢ per Ib. butter was up 1¢ for two weeks?and famed Speculator Jesse Livermore was thought to be in the butter tubs...
...would have been 13 billion quarts short; citizens could have got only about 55% of the leafy green vegetables due them. The nation would have had a shortage of 1,144,000,000 doz. eggs, of nearly 2 billion pounds of meat. And instead of getting if oz. of butter a day every citizen would have had to put up with half that, not to mention considerable shortages of tomatoes, oranges and various other vegetables and fruits...
...elaborate Ruttledge expedition. He rested one day, made a reconnaissance to Ruttledge's Camp No. 2, and returned to the monastery to gather strength for his supreme effort. The long-sleeved, yellow-hatted monks padding about in their cloth boots asked him no questions. Wilson drank their rancid butter-tea, watched the smoke of incense curling from bronze burners, rested. On May 17 he was at Camp No. 3 with his porters. He instructed them to wait two weeks, set out alone up the ridge with three loaves of bread, two tins of porridge, a camera. The porters lost...