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...quoted from Laura Spelman Rockefeller, "Children are my precious jewels -loaned me for a season to be handed back when the call comes." Even here in this small town the good works of the Rockefeller bounty is felt. Unaware, perhaps, farmers in this area are beginning to use hybrid corn seed made possible by research and development grants from the Rockefeller Foundation. We are grateful to you for such an excellent portrayal of a gracious and dedicated gentleman...
...vacation. Pasadena's Rose Bowl seemed just the place. "We've talked it all over," said Coach Murray Warmath, "and if we're good enough, we'd like to go." The unbeaten Gophers figured to be more than good enough to beat Iowa's corn-fed Hawkeyes and earn the trip to California...
...boar prizes, Wes Patrick's success pattern has been sure and steady. Even before his June 1953 high-school graduation, he persuaded his father to let him work part of the family farm, planted six acres of oats and crimson clover, planted ten acres of sweet potatoes and corn and marketed ten hogs. He finished the first year by copping county awards in corn production and winter grazing. In 1953. after his father, Paul Patrick. 53. had moved to another farm. Wes bought the 130-acre family farm for $10,400, promising to pay in installments...
...cotton, oats, tobacco. 55 acres of corn, put some land in pasture. and steadfastly brushed off his family's insistence that he go to college. (He finally went, stayed a quarter, then quit.) He pushed a soil-conservation program, fenced the farm, terraced the land and planted good, soil-building cover crops; soon he had a well-managed farm with a net worth of $17,145. Said his old teacher: "He's not an exceptional fellow, but he's eager to learn and determined to be the best farmer in the whole country. For its size...
Writers are passing strange, and those who herd together in writers' colonies are apt to be stranger still. Perhaps the strangest writers' colony on the North American continent is located in rolling corn-hog country on the outskirts of Marshall, Ill. (pop. 2,960) and looks rather like a struggling boys' camp, with two rows of barracks, a central cookhouse-cum-library and a pond swimming pool. Its founder and reigning queen is a bright-eyed, single-minded housemother of the literary arts named Lowney Handy...