MARSHALL, MINN. 
While walking along the beach we picked star- 
fish off the rocks. 
Following the Oregon coast for several hun- 
dred miles, we twined inland, stopping at Sa- 
lem to spend one night, from there we drove 
to Portland, Oregon, where we went through 
the old battleship Oregon. From Portland we 
drove over the beautiful Columbia highway. 
The Columbia river separates the states of 
Washington and Oregon. One night was spent 
at Pendleton, where the largest round-ups in 
the world are held. The next morning on our 
return trip to Pocatello bv way of Boise, all 
saying we had spent one enjoyable week. 
After spending another week in Pocatello 
we started on our return trip back to Minne- 
sota, by way of Casper, Wyoming, through the 
oil fields, continuing on through the Black 
Hills and Bad Lands of South Dakota, and ar- 
riving in Marshall all fine after a most de- 
lightful trip. 
That gives you all a fair account of my 
summer of 1940. No we are ready to start 
our spring rush of 1941. We are in the same 
place, selling the same high quality seeds at 
the lowest possible prices. 
We’re not like the solicitors selling Hybrid 
seed corn, bothering the farmers the year 
around, like the census taker calling on a 
lady asking, “How many are there in your 
family?” “Five,” snapped the woman, “me, 
the old man, the baby ,the cow and _ cat.” 
“What politics?” asked the man. “Mixed,” 
replied the woman, “I’m Republican, the old 
man’s a Democrat, the cow’s dry, the baby’s 
wet, and the cat’s a Populist.” 
I guess I have told you enough, so I’ll look 
forward to seeing you all this Spring. 
GEORGE 
yank 
