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[[double underline]]For Prize Contest.[[/double underline]] 
"What Burpee's Seeds Have Done for Me." 

Picture to yourself a back-yard surrounded by a dilapidated board fence: a pile of miscellaneous lumber in one corner, an overflowing garbage pail, alive with maggots, in another: bricks, tin cans, rubbish and weeds all about: a mud puddle in the center, in which were the remains of a dead cat. Snake and rat infested, -a breeding place for disease and death. 

Today this same backyard is a garden spot. In place of the dilapidated board fence, a decorative white lattice encloses the garden, against which vines and flowers show off to great advantage. A border of shrubs and perennials, with annuals to help out, is glorious with flowers from spring until frost. A flower-bordered walk leads through the center of the garden circles around a bird-bath, and on to a rose arbor. A pleasant place, fragrant with flowers, happy with bird song, to rest or read or sew in. A feast for the eyes of all who look upon it. An inspiration to those who live in it, to do bigger and better things than ever before. 

And this metamorphosis was effected by a few dollar's worth of Burpee's seeds, in which reposes magic that all may use, to transform barren and waste places into spaces of beauty and usefulness.