I wear the face of a leader of men.
My financial worth is small and my appearance not impressive, yet my presence is a passport to any country and society.
I have the entree alike to the boudoir and the armed;
I penetrate to royal palaces and to the far corners of the earth.
In my youth I am bright and fresh looking; later, my face is marred and disfigured, and I am cast aside as nothing; but when I am very old I am eagerly sought, and a safe refuge is provided for me, where I am exhibited to admiring visitors.
I am most often found near acorns by the likes of Wilbur and Babe.
Though that is not the case for my desert cousins.
Like Napoleon, the whitest of my kind are found in Alba.
When I shave, I can improve your greenery.
In Flanders fields, where once was blood,
From battles for so few yards of mud,
I woke from such slumber deep,
And mocked the blood, the havoc wreaked.
But now I show our future hope,
And enable veterans to cope,
By provoking memories of blood,
Before new battlefields can flood.
In each sentence, a word is concealed, such as the word no in sentence five. If you can find the buried words and read them in order from 1 to 6, they will form a well-known proverb.
1.The word buried here has only one letter.
2.Did you find a jelly roll in Gaskin’s Bakery?
3.It’s the best one I’ve ever seen.
4.The rug at her stairway was made in India.
5.He’s an old friend.
6.Amos sold his bicycle to a friend.