The Dinner Table – Strength Magazine – May, 1925

If there is any one thing the suburbanite hates worse than the alarm clock it is the army of dandelions that infests his front yard about this time of the year. He pays his young son endless dimes, and even quarters, which are promptly squandered on the movies, to pluck the gaudy weed up by the roots, and he himself spends precious twilight hours doing the same and burning the results of his own and his son’s labors. But in spite of all he can do, the dandelion remains an eyesore in his otherwise immaculate lawn.

Stark CenterUniversity of Texas