Tin and golf are good crops in their way, but they don't feed the belly of man.
As matters stand the only people that have fit things to eat now in all Europe are the American troops in France, and their food comes out of tins chiefly.

Ach! Heaven! In these islands man is amphibious and carnivorous.

It rains every day and meat, meat, meat is the only human idea of food.

God bless us, one acre of the Sandhills is worth a vast estate of tin mines and golf links to feed the innards of Yours affectionately, W.H.P.
P.S.And cornfield peas, of just the right rankness, cooked with just the right dryness.
When I become a citizen of the Sandhills I propose to induce some benevolent lover of good food to give substantial prizes to the best grower of each of these things and to the best cook of each and to the person who serves each of them most daintily.
We can can and glass jar these things and let none be put on the market without the approval of an expert employed by the community.
Then we can get a reputation for Sandhill Food and charge double price.
W.H.P.
_To Arthur W.Page_ St.Ives, Cornwall, England, March 8, 1918.
DEAR ARTHUR: Your letter, written from the University Club, is just come.

It makes a very distinct impression on my mind which my own conclusions and fears have long confirmed.