G. B. CUTLER SEED CO. 
Sometimes we get to thinking that our lot 
is pretty tough but I saw real poverty. Down 
on Commission Row in Chicago we saw people 
picking fruit and vegetables out of the gut¬ 
ter to eat. Let’s all stop and think of those 
poor folks when we’re grumbling, because we 
forget to appreciate the good vegetables that 
are grown from Cutler’s seeds. When we 
stopped at one little country town I asked 
how farming conditions were and an old fel¬ 
low spoke up and said,” Why, man, crops are 
so bad that I saw Grandpa Snazzie sit down 
to the table one day and eat fourteen acres 
of com for dinner.” 
One day my brother and I were sitting in 
the living room of his home in Chicago and 
my dog sat on the porch, when we noticed 
two tramps out in front. “Why don’t you go 
in?” asked one tramp of the other, “Dat 
dog’s all right. Don’t you see he’s waggin’ 
his tail?” “Sure I do”, said the second tramp, 
“But he’s a-growlin’ too, and I don’t know 
which end to believe.” 
So much for our summers vacation, maybe 
I’d better get back to the seed business now. 
There’s no need for telling you how to make 
good gardens but you can all take a little tip 
from this little story. The Sunday school 
teacher asked the class what made the lily 
spring from a tiny bulb. Johnnie answered, 
“God.” From the back row little Billy spoke 
up, “Fertilizer helps.” 
I must conclude this choice bit of literature 
now and may I see you all this spring? 
GEOBGE. 
