Review of Ration Fer the Duration

. . . his mounds of sugar, tea, coffee, cola drinks, hams, cuffs for pants, silk stockings, typewriters, shoes--and especially, empty tooth paste tubes? Has he been gobbling down aviation pioneers such as Amelia E., and taking their stuff? Though such a tragic barrel roll of Fate might explain the coffee and silk stockings, how could these daring aerialists have used up that much dental hygiene product? RATION FER THE DURATION provides little help for puzzling out such mysteries, nor does it explain what pineapples have to do with baby bottles (unless it's anticipating the advent of the Baby Boom Generation). Suffice it to say that the hen laying full-tread black walls is worth its weight in gold.