I've given up hope of starving the Germans.

A gut of dogmeat or horse flesh and a potato will keep them in fighting trim forever.

I've read daily for two years of impending starvation across the Rhine; but I never even now hear of any dead ones from hunger.

Cold steel or lead is the only fatal dose for them.
Therefore I know that shredded wheat will carry me through.
You'll see, I hope, from the clippings that I enclose that I'm not done for yet anyhow.

Two speeches a day is no small stunt; and I did it again yesterday--hand running; and I went out to dinner afterward.