RELIEF: The Faces of UNRRA

In Washington the world's hunger and pain were written down in neat columns of figures. The endless statistics from UNRRA headquarters in Washington remained just figures.

Men could look hard at UNRRA. They could suspect—and in some cases rightly—that there was waste; that sometimes supplies filtered into the black markets; that other mistakes were made.

But in the nine war-ravaged countries of Eastern Europe and the Far East, where UNRRA's rows of ciphers turned into living people, the view was different. Stalled until V-J day by lack of men, ships and supplies, UNRRA was working at last. It had shipped...

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