ABSTRACT

The destruction of local bread rationing center #46 made a lasting impression on its daytime inhabitants. Those first to arrive at the scene on the drizzling October morning found splinters strewn across the sidewalk and a gaping hole where the door had been. The interior of the normally meticulously-arranged office looked even worse. Using a crowbar to pry open doors, desks, and cabinets, the burglar had demolished almost everything in the office. All that was left was a tattered trail of expired rationing coupons.1