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Summer was never like this, was it, chums? No guys, no gas, no fun, and weeks of it looming ahead. What to do with your bitter little self? Get a farm job, of course, and take it all out on the good earth. The United States Employment Service is jumping with jobs, and one of them's for you.
You won't make your first million at it, but you'll come up with a terrific figure, a tan like Rochester, and the moolah for your fall clothes. You'll work like the proverbial dog — don't think you won't. And you may not meet many dream men — the farmer's boy who was bronzed and beautiful was not 4-F. But you'll reek with health, and you will have fun. Here's the picture:
This year American farmers are expected to produce more than ever before. Besides the huge civilian population, there are millions of soldiers and sailors, and thousands of starving Allies to be fed. Ironically, there are between two and three million fewer farmers than in 1940. Secretary of Agriculture Wickard has devised a program to meet the crisis, and part of it involves the assistance of half a million high school students. Half of these or more will be girls, and the bewildered farmers don't know whether to cross their fingers or throw their
hats in the air. Confidentially, they're doing a bit of both! Quite a mob of people, then, is counting on you hill-millies.
"Who me?" we can hear you gasping, "I wouldn't know a weed from a broccoli." That's okay. You're not expected to. All you need is a disposition from angels, a good health record (we'd recommend a checkup at the doc's) and enough patriotism to carry you through that first 5 A.M. reveille and those fiendish blisters on your sissy paws. Armed with said ingredients and a month or two of time (even a weekend or a few days is not to be sneezed at), go to your local United States Employment Service Farm Bureau or to your community farm agency and apply. You'll be put either in the Volunteer Farm Corps (for high school students) or the United States Land Corps, depending on your status, and you'll be entitled to wear one of the elegant insignias.
You'll be called promptly, but there'll be time to round up your rural regalia. You'll need two or three pairs of dungarees or shorts, three or four shirts (and if you have seersucker ones, you'll be able to wash them yourself without the ogre of (Continued on page 72)
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