I hope there's nothing in the saying that the good die young.

Because if there is, we're in for an epidemic that will wipe out four-fifths of our population in no time at all.

We're going to be so good we'll die like flies." The weeks wore on and the fields of grain were harvested.

The yield was not a heavy one, but it was sufficient to justify the rather hap-hazard experiments.

The fifty-odd acres of wheat produced a little over a thousand bushels.