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As soon as I was able to swing a pitchfork, I found part-time jobs helping them with the chores, but even earlier, at the age of eight, I started digging in the big kitchen garden which provided food for our family all winter.
It took a while, however, for me to realize that the soil would determine my way of life. On graduating from Austin high school, I went to the University of Illinois for a couple of years. When my money ran out, I was still undecided. Perhaps I would go into business, perhaps I would sing, perhaps I would farm.
Judge Hazen, a friend of our family suggested I give myself some thinking time, and that whatever I did later, I'd find a little banking experience useful. Armed with his letter of introduction to an official of the% First National bank in Chicago, I went to work as vice president in charge of filling ink wells, supplying paper clips and running errands. Eventually, it led to a job as teller, to which I brought the stiff and touchy dignity of a twentyyear-old.
The dignity melted, however, the day the personnel manager brought in a new girl. At a distance, I took one look at her ash-blonde hair, her tip-tilted nose, her eyes which crinkled at the corners when she laughed, and grabbed the arm of the guy next to me.
"Look," I said in an excited whisper, "there's the girl I'm going to marry."
He stared at me pityingly". "Man, you're crazy. You haven't even met her yet."
Mildred Roddoz said essentially the same thing, but in more kindly terms (Continued on page 89)
In corn almost as high as an elephant's eye, Everett conducts a Farm and Home Hour interview.
Everett's agricultural savvy is based on first hand ol
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