I Know That My Redeemer Lives. Thank

I Found That When I Talk To The Little Flower Or To The Little Peanut They Will Give Up Their Secrets . . .

Fear Of Something Is At The Root Of Hate For Others, And Hate Within Will Eventually Destroy The Hater.

Without My Savior, I Am Nothing.

All Flowers Talk To Me And So Do Hundreds Of Little Living Things In The Woods. I Learn What I Know By Watching And Loving Everything.

The Rapid Growth Of Industry, The Ever Increasing Population And The Imperative Need For A More Varied, Wholesome And Nourishing Foodstuff Makes It All The More Necessary To Exhaust Every Means At Our Command To Fill The Empty Dinner Pail, Enrich Our Soils, Bring Greater Wealth And Influence To Our Beautiful South Land, Which Is Synonymous To A Healthy, Happy And Contented People.