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[[stamped]]AUG-1 1924[[/stamped]]

For Prize Contest 

192 words.

Edith M. Hubbard,
940 North 7th Street,
Manitowoc, Wisconsin.

From the Peace of a Garden,
July 28, 1924.

W. Atlee Burpee Company, 
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Dear Friends,
As one antidote for ignorance, a possible cold summer, and little more time than I had given to my daily dozen, I fortified myself with the best seed available and plunged into intensive gardening in the back yard of a city lot, determined to make every square inch account for itself, even to the extent of mixing onions with roses, and planting cucumbers in the tulip bed.

The courage of the song sparrow singing while melting snows revealed my pansies and parsnips, advocates of a second attempt, the spiritual poise[[insertion-pencil]]│[[/insertion]] of the hummingbird that knew my balsams were planted for him, crisped my backbone.

My plot is a bank of friendship, Americanization and democracy. Through my hollyhock hedge I exchange greens for neighborly confidence, sympathy, or co-operation. A smooth-cheeked tomato or a bunch of asters is intelligible in any language. Who will not give a piece of his soul for sweet peas radiant with sunrises and