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in the savings bank when the Hsters went around and now there 

 is more than $70,000. Somebody has made a dollar in that town, 

 they have been spending" more money, living better and yet 

 they say farming don't pay. Cheer up, my friends, I believe 

 that farming does pay, if it does not always pay us largely in dol- 

 lars and cents it pays us in good health and enjoyment and when 

 you have those things you have all there is in life. 



There are some things in Vermont that are the best there 

 is anywhere. We have the best Dairymen's Association ; we have 

 the best Sugarmaker's Association, we have the best wives, 

 daughters and sons, we have the best granite and the best climate 

 that can be found anywhere. Speak up for Vermont and es- 

 pecially for the Vermont State Dairymen's Association and the 

 Woman's Auxiliary. 



Mrs. Le Page : — To those of }ou who read the New England 

 Homestead, the gentleman who is now to speak to you needs 

 no introduction, to you who do not, I take pleasure in introducing 

 Mr. Will Templer Becker of Schenectady, N. Y. 



Will Templer Becker : — Madam President, ladies and 

 gentlemen. I am glad to have heard some of the resources of 

 this delightful State of yours and I want to assure the Auxiliary 

 and all of you, in fact, that the fame of this noble State has trav- 

 elled far. We appreciate it and know something about it over in 

 New York State. We cannot all live in Vermont, the State is 

 not big enough, but we know a little bit about it.. Why, when 

 a stranger comes to New York from the North, South or West 

 and is about to get up in the morning he points off toward the 

 east and says, what is that glorious light I see in the sky? and 

 we say, that is the sun arising out of Vermont. (Applause.) 



And, says he,, what is that delightful perfume I smell? And 

 we say, oh, that is the aroma arising from the sap bushes, the 

 flower gardens, the orchards and the forests of glorious old 

 Vermont. And, says he, what is this busy hum I hear? Oh, 

 that is Vermont tapping trees, separating cream and carving grave 

 stones for you after you are dead. (Applause.) 



It takes but a slight stretch of imagination to see Vermont as 

 I first saw it as a boy. It appeared to me as a long green ribbon 

 stretched north and south on the map of New England ; its small- 

 er edge on Massachusetts, while Canada, resting serenely on the 

 upper edge apparently kept the top-heavy green mass from 

 tumbling into the Connecticut River on the east or Lake Cham- 

 plain on the west. Then there were the Green Mountains run- 

 ning north and south as a sort of spine to stilYen the great green 

 ribbon, and there were descriptions of green fields and green 



