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The Fate Of A Nation Depends On The Way That They Eat.

Seating Themselves On The Greensward, They Eat While The Corks Fly And There Is Talk, Laughter And Merriment, And Perfect Freedom, For The Universe Is Their Drawing Room And The Sun Their Lamp. Besides, They Have Appetite, Nature's Special Gift, Which Lends To Such A Meal A Vivacity Unknown Indoors, However Beautiful The Surroundings.

The Discovery Of A New Dish Confers More Happiness On Humanity, Than The Discovery Of A New Star.

Smell And Taste Are In Fact But A Single Composite Sense, Whose Laboratory Is The Mouth And Its Chimney The Nose.

Salad Freshens Without Enfeebling And Fortifies Without Irritating.