In British mouths today, the taste of victory in global war most often resembles that of a powdered egga dull, sad mockery of the fresh article. Nearly eight years after World War II's end, law-abiding, breakfast-loving Britons must still endure the powdered egg or queue for the real thing in strictly rationed quantities at the corner grocer's. Last week, Food Minister Gwilyn Lloyd George, Tory son of Britain's World War I Liberal Prime Minister, brightened their hopes by announcing that by early spring egg-rationing would come to an end. "The fact of the matter is," he told the House of Commons,...
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