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There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.

Edna Ferber

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Edna Ferber
Age: 80 †
Born: 1887
Born: August 15
Died: 1968
Died: April 16
Journalist
Novelist
Playwright
Screenwriter
Writer
Appleton
Wisconsin
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Wheat
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