

THE STORY OF BREAD 



ERE is a story more than fifty 

 centuries long. But be not afraid. 

 It is squeezed into less than that 

 many pages. For fifty centuries 

 the world stood still — waiting to 

 be fed. Fifty centuries! — think 

 of it — centuries of light, centuries 

 of darkness. Great wealth sat in 

 the high places, great poverty 

 filled the lowlands; the few knew much, the many 

 knew little; the thousands idled and were round 

 and fat, the millions toiled and were cold and 

 hungry; the world moved forward, yet the world 

 stood still. 



Man , furrowed his brow, bent his back, and 

 crumbled away before his time, all in an effort to 

 scratch from the earth a few grains of wheat with 

 which to keep the spark of life flickering in his 

 starved and shivering body. 



"Bread! Br.ead! Give us bread!" That was the 

 cry. Year after year it was heard. But the world 

 rolled quietly on its way, and the cry was not 

 answered. The wise men were busy gazing at the 

 stars, and those not so wise could not think of a 

 way to more bread. 



In the streets of London and Paris, and later, in 

 New York, men, women, and children fought for 





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