In the paddy fields of Bengal, the December rice crop is lush and full. But while it swells, the stricken Bengal peasant sits mutely on his doorstep. He is too benumbed by famine to reap the paddy.
In Bengal's capital, Calcutta, thousands are still dying of hunger. Grim, hardworking men of Auchinleck's Army, aided by official and private agencies, belatedly distribute what food they can get. It does not add up to much—half a pound of grain per mouth per day. Many thousands of Indians, because of debility and disease, are beyond such help. But last week an improvement was noticed:...
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