I moved to Princeton, Indiana, and became a professional Farm Manager for that Princeton Farms.

Every once in a while, someone will mail me a single popcorn kernel that didn't pop. I'll get out a fresh kernel, tape it to a piece of paper and mail it back to them.

Most of the competition was into bulk popcorn because of the major increases in the Drive-In Theatre Outlets.

We made more money feeding molasses, urea, and corn cobs to cattle than we ever did feeding dent corn.

I opened an office in Terre Haute, established eight of them, and became one of the eight county agents.

We dried continuously day and night. We had no efficient way to do it, so we built this new popcorn plant.

I had popcorn all over the place, so I decided I might as well be in the Processing Business.

It was necessary to have an even depth of corn on the top compared to the sides, so the air would not take the easiest route and not evenly dry the stored corn.

In the Depression we had to divert corn acreage.

The cobs were delivered to a big pile. We were one of the first to feed corn cobs to cattle.

It proved easier to buy the farm to get the mineral rights than to buy the coal rights alone.

The war dragged on, as wars tend to do.

...it's very much like your trying to reach infinity. You know that it's there, you just don't know where-but just because you can never reach it doesn't mean that it's not worth looking for.

Why had it been left for a stranger to reveal him to himself?

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.

Faith is the accepting of what God gives. Faith is the believing what God says. Faith is the trusting to what Jesus has done. Only do this and you are saved, as surely as you are alive!

On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.

Publicity is justly commended as a remedy for social and industrial diseases.

I read in a book that a man called Christ went about doing good. It is very disconcerting to me that I am so easily satisfied with just going about.

I was about five years old when I was eating soup in our kitchen, and as I was lifting the spoon towards my mouth, it bent and broke in half.