Radio varieties (Sept 1940-June 1941)

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Acres and acres of sugar beets ready for harvest are plenty compensation for Bob's toil. Bob uses mules for most of the farm work, and has a thorough knowledge of how to harness them. something missing. It took me a long time to figure out, and when I did, I wondered why it took me so long when it was so simple. What I really wanted was land, land that I could dig into and plant things in and then watch them grow. I began buying land, acre by acre, in what I think is the prettiest spot in this section of the county. It's a district called Canoga Pork, thirty minutes by car from Hollywood, close enough to get to the NBC or movie studios in a hurry, but far enough from the city and studio atmosphere to make us completely at ease. There are trees and mountains all around and there isn't a dull spot on the whole horizon. And I wouldn't be lyin' if I said it's as pretty as a picture. But there was a better reason why I decided to buy in Canoga Park. The land was rich and productive. Maybe it's because down where I come from in Arkansas we had to make a living out of the soil, like farmers everywhere have to do unless they're gentleman fanners, but I just ain't got any use for land you can't grow things on. As much as I like land and soil, I wouldn't give you a dime for land that dcn't produce. Land to me is like a living thing like a human being. It's get to be useful. It's got to give a man oack something for his sweat and his pains. Now, I don't mean to say that there aren't fine human beings who don't produce. Maybe they never had a chance. Land is like that too. It won't prcduce unless it's given a chance. Well, I took that land of mine (Continued on page 23) ff s.*^' 'wr-!^»^jc\-.',-«««5j|, _. ^ This is Bob Burns' new ranch home in California with modern out buildings. It's a dream house Bob began to think about way back in Van Buren County, with a few Hollywood touches thrown in. RADIO VARIETIES NOVEMBER Page 9