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All citizens having automobiles are commanded to go into the country regions and bring to their homes as many of these Yeast Men as they can eccommodate. Bring extra ones for your poorer neighbor. Army tracks will make regular trips to bring these Yeast Men to the Capi- tal, After they are paraded through the streets they will be distributed to all Jamilies not yet provided. This item was published on the afternoon of the second day. All that after- noon and evening thousands of Yeast Men were brought into the towns and cities of Eupenia in private automobiles and army trucks. The Premier, quick to act for his personal advantage, issued an order canceling all contracts for flour and directing that the army be supplied with bread from the dough crea- tures. Each company in the army was directed to forage for its own supply and to kcep them in their tents till they were needed for baking bread. The next morning, which was the beginning of the third day of the Mor- onian offensive, thousands of Yeast Men were exhibited in parade through the streets of the Eupenian capital, each one in charge of a soldier. The citi- zens laughed till they cried at the comical spectacle and slapped each other on the back as they pointed out “the only kind of soldiers Moronia could attack with.” Within a few hours it became quite the fashion to have your own personal Yeast Man, Children walked around leading their little dough pets. High School pupils painted theirs with the class colors and numerals. These things could be led and guided. Herr Schmidt, Honorable President of the Ancient Order of Eupenian Cab Drivers, made a harness for a pair and had them draw a light buggy through the streets, with his grandson as driver. That third day was a fete day for all Eupenia. The Premier, however, had gone to unnecessary labor to bring the Yeast Men into the city. By noon they were beginning to arrive of their own accord, by the hundreds of thousands: by afternoon the streets were crowded with them. Instead of being a joke, this thing was becoming a problem. They were gathered into the parks, thrown into the cellars, herded into the country, but still they came in increasing numbers. Every house had one or more: not a basement but was filled with a reserve supply; the barracks and tents of the army were overrun. The morning paper estimated that there was enough dough to provide bread for half a year. The problem now was not how to get them into the city but how to get them out and keep them out. In spite of Premier Plautz’ reassurance in the afternoon Paper and definite orders for the army to advance on the next day, the entire populace was beginning to be worried, Their chief anxiety arose because of the fact that they could not understand the situation. Then, just towards evening, the Yeast Men began to die. Not all at once, but in increasing numbers. And twilight advanced to add darkness to the horror. Then they died by the thousands and hundreds of thousands all over Eupenia. It was bad enough in the country districts where here and there the pools of end-slime dotted the woods and meadows; but in the cities, es- 92 comicbooks.com