World Battlefronts: Atlantic Crossing

Britain’s egg shortage was really serious, reported Pfc. William J. Rozak in a letter home. He could not get a one for breakfast. In Rhode Island his mother promptly bought a dozen, dipped them in paraffin, packed them in sawdust, mailed them across the Atlantic. Last week Egg-Lover Rozak gratefully acknowledged a dozen old-fashioned breakfasts: “Not a one was broken.”