It had not rained for 62 days. The crops around Clarissa, Minn. (pop. 645) had withered away to almost nothing. In the village park the pines had lost their green vigor and the dry earth was dust brown. But everyone, as Reporter George Grim of the Minneapolis Tribune noted, had gathered nonetheless for the community service that features Clarissa's annual harvest festival. They joined in singing:
0 God, our help in ages past Our hope for years to come . . .
"We welcome you to this religious service that knows no denomination," said Dr. F. N. Grose. For a while, the doctor...
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