To Our Boys in Service

Grand Rapids, May 2, 1944 Dear Fellows: Spring is in the land. And springtime is beautiful. Trees and shrubs are swelling and bursting out with new life. A delicate green, like a pretty lace, fringes the woods. Birds are calling and preparing to build their nests. In garden plot and on the farm man is planting and sowing the seed in the hope of an abundant harvest. A new hope seems to fill the breast of all the groaning creation. There is, no doubt, a special meaning in springtime. Does not...