A London caterer ordered a quantity of sugar from the Philippines. The
mine-sweepers cleared the way for it and it reached the docks. The
caterer sent for it, and was informed that it could only be delivered if
it was for a brewer.
A provincial caterer ordered sugar _and paid for it_, but was told by
the Food Controller that it could only be released if _it was sold to a
brewer_.
A working man was discussing rations with his minister in the street.
“It is very hard,” he said, “to keep to your rations when you have five
strapping lads, but we are going to try it.” Then a drunken man lurched
past. The workman pulled himself together, and said, in great passion:
“I tell you what it is, sir, I am not going to let my boys starve as
long as there is food to make beer for men like that.”