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[[stamped]] JUN 16 1924 [[/stamped]]

[[underline]] For Prize Contest [[/underline]]

What Burpee's Seeds Have Done for Me.

It was February in Alabama. I was a stranger I had been sent South to recover from an illness and as I sat at the window, watching the unfamiliar faces pass,  I had never felt so lonely.

Just then the postman brought a letter from my mother. She wrote, "I am sending you some sweet pea seeds and some zinnias. They will make you think of home. I know they'll [[underline]] grow anywhere, they're Burpee's" [[/underline]]

I didn't wait for another day to plant them. Within an hour old Jet had spaded up a plot beneath my window, and with happy fingers I was crumbling