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...duty to report in this case the outsides of the sandwich were far more appetizing than the stuffing (so to speak), which points up the dangers of parodying a magazine which is really funny to people of discernment at whom the Lampoon presumably aims. It also points up the dangers of parodying a magazine which is unread by probably 95 percent of the College community and which, in view of the deplorable situation in the libraries, is also virtually unobtainable. Without having a copy of the original for comparison, it would be completely impossible for the reader of the parody...
...down to the ships. The supply convoys passed acres of gasoline drums, quarter-mile-long warehouses piled high with C-rations, soap, lard, coffee and fruit juices. G.I. and Korean stevedores ate steadily all day long, casually hacked open 6-lb. tins of pork luncheon meat to make one sandwich, gallon tins of fruit juice for one swallow. Outside one warehouse, a black-bearded U.S. sergeant dug his plastic C-ration spoon into a 10-lb. tin of corned beef with the delicate disdain of an overweight debutante at a smörgasbord...
...scurries for hiding through dark, deserted streets in which floodlights roam eerily over huge posters bearing his picture. Piccadilly Circus becomes the desolate crossroads of a ghost city; Waterloo Station is an empty tomb except for confiscated pets and such prohibited excess baggage as trunks, tennis rackets and a sandwich man's sign ("The Wages of Sin Is Death"). On doomsday morning, from the city's rim, four army divisions move in for a house-to-house search...
This Tuesday, Miss Projansky invited the Press Board to her office for its monthly social hour. Every girl brought a sandwich, and Miss Projansky served some cookies that she had baked herself. She also bubbled coffee in an adjoining room while the Press Board gossiped about the quality of the food and the scarf of one of their members. Five minutes before the chit-chat was scheduled to end, Miss Projansky got down to business...
...That ticket is a good deal," said the private. "That's not for mess hall crud, that's for real food." I thanked him, put on my tie, turned in my forms, and went down to the cafeteria. Ninety cents at the Army Base buys coffee, a lukewarm turkey sandwich, and some chemically yellow lemon meringnopic...