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to say that Governor Hoard is on my list of most intimate friends." 

 "Well," he says, "when you see the other gentleman give him my re- 

 gards. When you tirst came here you told me that that was the best 

 of dairy cows you have seen in Vermont and he is to blame for it. 

 You told me that this stable was one of the good old stables, and he 

 is to blame for it. Twenty-eight years ago Governor Hoard stayed 

 over night with me here and he took a pencil and he drew out a plan 

 of a dairy barn, and this was the plan. And he told me to always use 

 a thoroughbred sire, and I have always done it." i^ow, what was 

 the result? There was not an animal in that man's stable but what 

 any buyer of cows would have been glad to have bought at his price, 

 not your own; and still you And to-day hundreds of dairy farmers 

 throughout this land of ours using inferior sires upon their herds, 

 and it is the greatest mistake the breeder of dairy cattle or any other 

 kind of stock a man can make. 



Going back to Governor Hoard just a moment: 1 trust that every- 

 one here is a reader of "Hoard's Dairyman." I doubt if there is an 

 article or an issue of "Hoard's Dairyman" but what if the dairy 

 people of this country would read properly they would find some 

 section in that publication that would contain all sufficient knowl- 

 edge to pay them for their entire year's subscription; and 1 am not 

 selling "Hoard's Dairyman," and have no stock in the publishing com- 

 pany. That comes from the heart. At the last meeting of the 

 Is^ational Dairy Show when I first met Governor Hoard there I shook 

 hands with the old gentleman and I said: "Governor Hoard, how 

 well you look and how glad I am to see you." That old gentleman 

 put his hand on my shoulder and said: "My son, these remarks are 

 very kind of you but they are very untrue because 1 am soon going 

 to that Great Beyond from whence no traveller returns." And 1 

 want to say, Mr. Chairman, that when Governor Hoard passed to the 

 Great Beyond the dairy industry of this country lost the best friend 

 it ever had and I doubt if it will ever get one as good. 



In the course of my talk with the Governor I said: "Governor, 

 did you ever meet an old gentleman by the name of Haivey?" "Yes," 

 he says ; "Deacon Harvey, way over in Westminister V^alley, Vermont. 

 Some twenty-six or twenty-seven 3'ears ago I spent a night with that 

 good old Y^ankee friend of mine." Now, if it had been your Chair- 

 man or mvself that had met Deacon Harvev we would have said: 

 "I don't remember." He remembered twenty-eight years ago. 



Now, Mr. Chairman, I got to leave you at three o'clock and 1 think 

 I had better go down and pay my hotel bill ; but I want to say to you 

 and your association that I have enjoyed my visit here very much, 

 and I am very, very much pleased at your meeting, at your attendance 

 here. There is only one thing wrong with all dairy meetings. The 

 fellow that you want isn't here. The fellow that you want is home, 

 back down in his narrow confines and he says: "Them fellows down 

 to Harrisburg think themselves pretty smart." That is the trouble. 

 And he is the fellow that ultimately will be driven out of all busi- 

 ness. There is no business on earth that will stand the losses and the 

 slip-shod methods that the dairy interest of this country is standing 

 to-day, and there is not a branch of industry that is making more 

 money than dairying along twentieth century lines with a good herd 

 of cattle and watching the business. 



