MARSHALL, MINN. 
high. I dislike asking a high price for 
seeds just as much as you dislike' paying 
the price but even a seedman has to eat 
and keep warm you know. I’m like Pat. A 
trunk dealer said, “Wanta buy a trunk, 
Pat?” “What for?” asked Pat. “To put 
your clothes in dummy,” said the dealer. 
“Huh, and then I’d go naked.” said Pat. 
“Not on your life!” We’ll all be in Pat’s 
place if the drouth and depression go on 
forever or else we’ll be like old Skinner 
who attends church regularly, clasps his 
hands so tight during prayer time that 
he can’t get them opened when the con¬ 
tribution plate is passed around. 
iMy life this past year hasn’t held any¬ 
thing very unusual. I still get up in the 
morning, go down to the seedhouse to 
either take in big orders (little ones, too) 
or chat with my friends, eat three meals 
a day and go to bed at night. One day 
follows the other. 
Last year after the seed season was 
over, my better half, one daughter and 
I took a trip to Duluth. We surely en¬ 
joyed it because we left Marshall burning 
up w T ith the hottest weather I’ve ever 
known and went near Lake Superior where 
the climate was moist and cold. It’s a 
good place but I’d get pretty hungry. if I 
tried to make a living in the seed business 
up there in the sand, peat bogs, and pine 
forests. I shall always stick to my story 
that this is the best part of the country 
for white men. 
When we returned from Duluth we drove 
to Rochester to be there in time for the 
President’s visit. Believe it or not, there 
were 100,000 people present and I got 
several good views of the gentleman. I 
think he intended to ask me to have dinner 
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