War! War needs Dextrose!
Plus, your best gal back home wants Dextrose. She's dreamy - and so is a cookie made with a Baby Ruth. How they made them, I don't know; either they melted them down like scrap metal, or put one between two cookies.
It's a standard ad for the time: Baby Ruths are great! And you can't have any. Later, maybe - after Tojo's hung.