Since the outbreak of World War II, a hearty old Londoner named J. R. B. Branson has urged his countrymen to eat grass, save food supplies (TIME, July 1). Last week British papers published the sad fate of a zealous grass-eater, one John William Bloomfield, 60, of Harleston, Stowmarket, Suffolk. Despite the pleas of his wife, Bloomfield persisted in browsing on the village green. Finally, after stuffing himself, was taken with violent bellyache, was rushed to a hospital. He died soon afterward. Coroner's verdict: "death by misadventure."
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