G. B. CUTLER SEED CO. 
A Few Words From George 
Twenty-one years is a mighty long time, 
folks, but when a fellow spends that time run¬ 
ning the .seed business, the years go fast. 
Yes sir! my seed company can celebrate its 
21st birthday this year. I hope all of my 
customers have enjoyed dealing with me as 
much as I’ve looked forward to seeing them 
«ach year. We try to treat everyone fair and 
square which is a good reason, I believe, for 
the steady growth of the business. 
I don’t have a grand showroom for my cus¬ 
tomers to enter but the quality and quantity 
of the seed you buy is what I wish to empha¬ 
size. I’m like old Sam who .said, ‘‘Business is 
good. I done bought a pig for $10.00, traded 
pig for wheel barrow, wheel barrow for calf, 
calf for bicycle and sold the bicycle for $10.- 
00”. “But you done make nothing, Sam,” said 
Link. “Sho ’nough, but look at de business 
I been doing,” responded Sam. 
It has always been the custom to tell how 
I spent the summer when the seed season is 
over each year. Last July 9th my wife and 
I, also our dog, Julius Caesar, packed up and 
headed toward my old home state, Wisconsin. 
We had driven a little ways out of town when 
I turned to my wife and said, “Gosh, we should 
have brought the buffet along”. She said, 
“Now George, don’t try to be funny.” I said, 
“Well, I’m not trying to be funny but I left 
my bill fold laying on the buffet.”. 
In Marshall, Wisconsin, my old home town, 
I had a chance to visit with several of my 
old school mates. Thirty-seven yeans causes 
many changes in a person, especially on my 
friends’ heads. They all had either gray hair 
or none at all. Maybe I’ve changed a little my¬ 
self ’cause my hair too is turning gray but 
then who ever saw a black haired grandpa? 
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