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[[underline]] For Prize Contest [[/underline]] [[handwritten and circled]] 707 [[/handwritten and circled]] [[right justified]] Tujunga, California. Route 1, Box 599. July 1924. [[/right justified]] W. Atlee Burpee Co., Philadelphia,Pa. Gentlemen: What your seeds have done for me the enclosed snap-shots testify, though inadequately. "How d'you do it?" neighbors query, admiring our teeming quarter-acre while buying our produce. "Burpee's seed-- intensive cultivation. That's the secret," quoth I. "Try it!" The quick response of "seeds that grow" proves an ever new delight,-fosters [[underline]] my [[/underline]] growth too. Through observing what plants live and thrive by, I learn [[underline]] what men live by [[/underline]], for gardening brings us [[underline]] near the heart of things. [[/underline]] Here indeed are [[underline]] true values [[/underline]]:- childhood's happy hunting-ground, wide horizons of freedom and promise, easement of pain, creative joy, involving no man's sorrow or oppression. Someday, my boys along with me, I'll climb atop these marvellous [[sic]] Verdugo Hills, and this to them I'll say: "Far off, beyond the glittering plain and purple mountains, are high romance, adventure, ambitious strivings, far-flung battle-lines of triumph and disaster-- the stuff-of-life that beckons Youth. Should you survive that larger testing ground, you still may find embodied in our simple, unpretentious garden-home, the [[underline]] nurture and foundation of it all [[/underline]]-- the love, the service, the binding up of wounds, the peace that saith, 'I am satisfied.'" Seed-wisely yours, [[signed]] J. E. Moate, [[/signed]] [[printed]] J. E. Moate. [[/printed]]