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I ventured the opinion that street-car travel was a tribulation. The

cars were always overcrowded.

"It is not that," explained the lady. "It is the smell."

"Of the unwashed multitude?"

"Yes! And--"

"And, madame?"

"Something else," said the woman, with some embarrassment.

"I take it that you refer to the odor that comes from underfed bodies,"

I remarked.

"Precisely," assented the noble lady. "Have you also noticed it?"

"Have you observed it recently?" I asked.

"A few days ago. The smell was new to me."

"Reminded you, perhaps, of the faint odor of a cadaver far off?"

The light of complete understanding came into the woman's eyes.

"Exactly, that is it. Do you know, I have been trying ever since then to

identify the odor. But that is too shocking to think of. And yet you are

right. It is exactly that. How do you account for it?"

"Malnutrition! The waste of tissue due to that is a process not wholly

dissimilar to the dissolution which sets in at death," I explained.

I complimented the woman on her fine powers of discernment. The smell

was not generally identified. I was familiar with it for the reason that

I had my attention drawn to it first in South Africa among some underfed

Indian coolies, and later I had detected it again in Mexico among

starving peons.

"Good God!" exclaimed the lady, after a period of serious thought. "Have

we come to that?"

I assured her that the situation was not as alarming as it looked. In

the end the healthy constitution would adjust itself to the shortage in

alimentation. No fit adult would perish by it, though it would be hard

on persons over fifty years of age. There could be no doubt that many of

them would die of malnutrition before the war was over. Babies, also,

would cease to live in large numbers if their diet had to be similarly

restricted.

The smell had a repellent effect upon the woman. I met her many times

after that and learned that it was haunting her. Her desire to keep it

out of her palatial residence caused her to pay particular attention to

the food of her servants. The case was most interesting to me. I had sat

for days and nights in the trenches on Gallipoli, among thousands of

unburied dead, and there was little that could offend my olfactory

nerves after that, if indeed it had been possible before, seeing that I

had for many weary months followed the revolutions in Mexico. Thus

immune to the effects of the condition in question, I was able to watch

closely a very interesting psychological phenomenon.

I found that it was torture for the woman to get near a crowd of

underfed people. She began to shrink at their very sight.

"I take it that you fear death very much, madame," I said, one day.

"I dread the very thought of it," was the frank reply.

"But why should you?" I asked. "It is a perfectly natural condition."

"But an unjust one," came the indignant answer.

"Nothing in nature is unjust," I said. "Nature knows neither right nor

wrong. If she did, she would either cease to produce food altogether for

your people and state, or she would produce all the more--if war can be

laid at the door of nature in arguments of right and wrong."

"But that has nothing to do with the smell--that awful smell," insisted

the woman.

"It has not, to be sure. Our conversation was side-tracked by your

remark that death was an unjust natural condition. Your words show that

you are living in illusions. You have an inherent loathing for the

underfed, because your instincts associate the smell of their bodies

with dissolution itself. But you are not the only one so affected.

Thousands of others feel the same discomfiture."

The long and short of the discussion was that I proved to my own

satisfaction that the woman was one of those self-centered creatures to

whom pity is merely known as a noun. I suggested discreetly that a

little more sympathy for the afflicted, a little more love for her kind,

would prove a first-class deodorant.

Let us examine what the diet of the Central states population then was.

In doing this, it must be borne in mind that the rural population,

always at the fountainhead of food, fared much better. The conditions

pictured are essentially those of the industrial classes in the towns

and cities.

The adult, after rising in the morning, would drink a cup or two of some

substitute for coffee, or very bad tea, without milk, if there were

children, and with very little sugar. With this would be eaten a third

of the day's ration of bread, about two and one-half ounces. That meal

had to suffice until noon, when a plate of soup, a slice of bread, two

ounces of meat, and two ounces of vegetables were taken, to be

supplemented by a small quantity of farinaceous food in the form of some

pudding or cake. A cup of coffee substitute would go with this meal. At

four in the afternoon another cup of substitute coffee or poor tea would

be taken by those who could afford it, usually together with cake equal

to a half-ounce of wheat flour and a quarter-ounce of sugar. The evening

meal would be the same as dinner, without soup and pudding, a little

cheese and the remaining seventy grams of bread taking their place. As a

rule, a glass of beer was drunk with this. But the nutritive value of

that was small now. It was more a chemical than a malt product, and

contained at best but 4 per cent. of alcohol.

That was the meal allowed by the government. Those who had the

opportunity never allowed themselves to be satisfied with it. But the

vast majority of people received that and nothing more, especially later

when fish and fruit had soared skyward in price.

A chemical analysis of this bill of fare would probably show that it was

ample to sustain human life. Some American food crank might even

discover that there was a little to spare. But the trouble is that often

the scientific ration is compounded by persons who lead an inactive life

and who at best make exercise the purpose of special study and effort.

The bulk of any population, however, must work hard, and must eat more

if elimination is not to exceed assimilation.

The food scientist has his value. But he generally overestimates that

value himself. Thus it happened that the Central states governments were

soon obliged to allow a larger ration of bread, sugar, and fat to all

persons engaged in heavy labor. At first this was overlooked here and

there, and, bureaucratism being still strong then, strikes were

necessary to persuade the governments to meet the reasonable demands of

the hard-labor classes.

[Illustration: THE BUTTER AND FAT CARD OF DRESDEN

(transciption follows)]

Der Rat zu Dresden.

Bezugskarte für ¼ kg (½ Pfd.)

Butter oder Margarine

oder Speisefett oder

Kunstspeisefett

in der Zeit vom 30.11. bis 27.12.15.

Scant as this daily fare was, it was not everybody who could add to it

the allowance of meat. The unskilled laborer, for instance, did not earn

enough to buy beef at from sixty to seventy-five cents American a pound,

the cheapest cut being sold at that price. As a rule, he tried to get

the small quantity of animal fat, lard, suet, or tallow which the

authorities allowed him. But often he failed to get it. Potato soup and

bread, and maybe a little pudding, would in that case make up the meal.

If luck had been good there might also be a little jam or some dried

fruit to go into the "pudding," which otherwise would be just plain

wheat flour, of which each family was then given five ounces daily. If

there were children to take care of, the wheat flour had to be left to

them, for the reason that the quantity of milk allowed them was entirely

too small, amounting in the case of children from three to four years to

seven-eighths of a pint daily, with 1.76 pints the limit for any infant.

[Illustration: MILK CARD ISSUED TO NURSING MOTHERS AND THE SICK AT

NEUKOLLN, A SUBURB OF BERLIN (transciption follows)]

Lfd. Nr.

Vor-u. Zuname: Straße Nr.

Milchkarte für stillende Mütter und Kranke

Giltig für den Monat November 1915

Der Inhaber dieser Karte ist während der Gültigkeitsdauer

berechtigt, aus einem der auf der Rückseite bezeichneten

Geschäfte der

Meierei J. Schmidt Söhne

zum Preise von 28 Pf. täglich 1 Liter Vollmilch zu beziehen.

Die Karte ist an jedem Tage beim Kauf der Milch vorzulegen und

wird nach erfolgter Ausgabe der Milch durchlocht.

Am letzten Gültigkeitstage ist die Karte gegen Umtausch einer

neuen Karte in den Milchgeschäften zurückzugeben. Sind die

Voraussetzungen für die Berechtigung der Milchentnahme

fortgefallen, wird die Karte eingezogen.

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