"This is one of the happiest days of my life," trilled Grocer Billy Brown of Whitby, Yorkshire, as he hung the Union Jack outside his shop. "I'm sick of points. With me, it's been nothing but scissors, scissors, scissors for years."
During 8½ years, to be exact, Grocer Brown and his fellow food merchants in Britain had snipped their scissors at some 68 billion pesky, elusive food coupons in the ration books of Britain's housewives, stored them in little tins to send to the Food Ministry at the end of each month. Each year...
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