Probably there is not a British man, or woman, brought up at home, who has not ^in youth, during the autumn, eaten of the peculiarly sweet red skin of the, hips of the wild rose. The seeds inside are hairy and unpleasant, but the outside is most palatable, at least so it seems after many years. But those children who heedlessly nibbled of the hips did not realize then what is known now,—that the hips possess the highest vitamin C content of all fruits and vegetables, surpassing even oranges. lemons and black currants, So the modest flower of the hedgerows and its fruit are being mobilized for the duration, and perhaps for ever afterwards, and from now on in at least one item of their menu the birds of Britain will go somewhat short in the winter. That this source of nourishment has not been tapped before in Britain must come as something of a surprise in view of the fact that there are traditional hip dishes in Switzerland, Austria, Germany, Ukraine and Scandinavia, where the peasants prepare a puree of the fruit which is sold in the market place and converted into jam, soups, sauces, and puddings.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.