. The Saturday evening post. t»f. Velvet Joe s Classin Geography AND now, folks, we come to old has been mighty good to gave it a limestone soil that grows somethings a little better than they grow anywharelse. And the tobacco she grows —Burley—isrich with comfort and content. Just imagine takin the delicate, silky leavesof these tobacco plants and letting them mellowtwo years in wooden hogsheads. Nature alreadydid a lot—but she does a heap more during thosetwo years. She richens them, milds them,makes them mellower. When you get hankerin for something worthwhile
. The Saturday evening post. t»f. Velvet Joe s Classin Geography AND now, folks, we come to old has been mighty good to gave it a limestone soil that grows somethings a little better than they grow anywharelse. And the tobacco she grows —Burley—isrich with comfort and content. Just imagine takin the delicate, silky leavesof these tobacco plants and letting them mellowtwo years in wooden hogsheads. Nature alreadydid a lot—but she does a heap more during thosetwo years. She richens them, milds them,makes them mellower. When you get hankerin for something worthwhile in that pipe of yours, just set back andthink of Kaintucky—Americas Tobacco Won-derland. Thats whar Velvet came from, and itcame through clean and right. Class will now adjourn to prove up withtheir pipes. .4 I 1* Qmericassmoothestsmoke 112 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 20, 1920. Gray Morn How kind Fate took a Handin the Misfortunes of Warback in the days of 64 Yo s/io did give dem Yanks de slip HUBBMOK two days the General and his orderly Uj j^jB had been cut off from their troops; fortwo days, so the story goes, they had lain?V B^H hidden in hushes on the MississippisBsBBhH I bank. Northern troops were every-where, it seemed. No venture could be made byday—even for food. Only at night dared they move. And this was the second night already paling intoday. Cautiously through the dark hours they hadwormed their perilous way. Once a cracking twighad brought a sentrys bullet whizzing over theirheads. Once a soldiers half-concealed cough hadsaved them from capture, perhaps from death. I hey made some progress. Their own lines couldnot be many miles away, they thought. With day-break would come the noise of a new days battle;then theyd know. But daybreak meant stopping - and to stop meanttime to think of their hunger. One hour more. They decided to go on. Throu
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