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is known by his eraaculate dress, the farmer has hayseed in his hair, 

 and the — Dairyman, with milk on his shoes has the only insignia of a 

 profession that can borrow money at a bank without an endorser. A 

 Dairyman in ^Minnesota without milk on his boots would look as un- 

 natural as the distinguished lawyer who had his picture taken in a 

 standing position with his hands in his pockets. He had a cut made, 

 and when it was published in a paper. som,eone looking at it said to a 

 friend "Ain't that natural." and the other man said "Not very, he's 

 got his hands in his own pocket." 



The life of a Dairyman is a strenuous one. If you are like the boy 

 whom the minister asked what parable he liked the best, and he said 

 he liked that one that tells about the man who "loafs and fishes" you 

 had better stay out of the business. There is no loafmg, and not much 

 fishing in this business, although I have heard of a minna being found 

 in the milk occasionally over in Indiana. Fellow Citizens. I am re- 

 minded tonight of that popular musical play, "The Time, the Place 

 and the Girl." Synonymous with this thought is my impression of 

 the Time at which this meeting is being held, as well as the Place and 

 purpose. In the language of Herbert Kaufman, "Time, the Eternal 

 Bookkeeper, is closing another Ledger. ' ' To me, it is a time for serious 

 thought; the clock of time is striking the closing hours of the dying 

 year; we will soon hold the pulseless hand of 1909. and at the same 

 time feel the throbbing touch of the hand of 1910 as the New Year is 

 ushered in with its bright prospects, joys and hopes of triumphant 

 success. In the year that is gone, have we made the burdens of life 

 heavier or lighter? Have we scattered sunshine or cast shadows? Is 

 the world better, that we have lived? Some of us are at the base of 

 life's mountain, while others have almost reached the top. As we bal- 

 ance our books to open a new account, let us profit by the mistakes 

 of 1909, and avoid them in 1910. Let us do unto others as we would 

 have others do unto us; let our motto be. "Do it now." The touch of 

 human sympathy is like sunshine to the drooping flower. Let us lend 

 a helping hand to the unfortunate; let us help to bear somebody's bur- 

 den ; let us prove to the world that we believe in the Brotherhood of 

 Man. 



It was an insignificant talent in the hands of a country boy, that 

 was used with the skill of a master, that gave to America and to the 

 world the immortal Lincoln. Talents are given to be used; let us 

 cultivate whatever talent we have, and I know of no more appropriate 

 place than here, in the shadow of this magnificent temple of learning 

 provided for us. 



In the evolution of Dairying I know of none whose experience of 



