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Photograph by Melville Chater 



"give: us this day our daily bread" 



At Igdir, Armenian children eating their dole of boiled rice supplied by the American 

 Committee. When others are forced to cannibalism, even this simple fare comes as a God- 

 send. 



dated creatures pass by, silent as funeral 

 mutes, profoundly unsolicitous ; for 

 though starvation may bring a man to 

 dispose of his wife's burial clothes, he 

 will not cry them for sale. 



GAUNT TRAGEDY IN A CELLAR 



Half a loaf of black bread will pur- 

 chase yonder scarf, together with the 

 owner's story, yet he will display no emo- 

 tion as he parts with this last loved souve- 



nir. One must eat, it seems, even that 

 one may have tears to weep. 



Up goes a sudden childish wail, which 

 leads us to one of those dank cellars, the 

 scene of an hourly common tragedy. 

 Here on the stones, with two babies at 

 her one side and a screaming ten-year old 

 at her other, lies a stark, staring-eyed 

 woman, dead amid these remnants of the 

 household which she strove to preserve. 

 Perhaps she will be found and buried — 



