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Across the fertile countenance of the nation, the farmer bent his back in the June sun and worked the land. He labored wherever the earth lay open, the rain fell and the sun shone—from the lumpy flats of Aroostook County, Me., where the summer potatoes germinated in their dirt hills, to California's Imperial Valley, polka-dotted by the gold of new oranges and ripening honeydews.
In the undulating dairylands from Wisconsin eastward, the world's healthiest cows placidly ruminated the rich grass which magically replenished their udders faster than the nation could consume...
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