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To serve your turn long after they are gone, 

 And so hold on when there is nothing in you 



Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" 



If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 



Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch, 

 If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 



If all men count with you, but none too much; 

 If you can fill* the unforgiving minute, 



With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, 

 Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, 



And — which is more — you'll be a Man, my son! 



The President: We have been disappointed this evening in 

 not having with us our third speaker on the program, Mr. Cun- 

 ningham, secretary of the Iowa Farm Bureau. He has been un- 

 able to be with us on account of the delay of the train on which 

 he was coming to the city. But we' are fortunate in having with 

 us tonight a man whose illustrious father many of us older men 

 used to love to listen to in the days gone by, and at this time I am 

 going to ask to speak to you for about ten minutes, in lieu of Mr. 

 Cunningham, the Hon. J. B. Weaver of this city. 



ADDRESS BY HON. JAMES B. WEAVER 



Mr. Chairman, Mr. Secretary, Ladies and Gentlemen: I have enjoyed 

 myself enormously here tonight listening to the account of your distin- 

 guished secetary, of his labors in the great capital of the nation for the 

 great cause which you represent. You know Harry Wallace — I call him 

 Harry, just as in the old days — Harry Wallace is living proof of Doctor 

 Johnson's famous saying: "Much may be made of a Scotchman if caught 

 young." Ah, how could it be otherwise, ladies and gentlemen? For do 

 we not all of us remember that great upstanding character in the life of 

 the nation and of the state, with his feet firmly on the ground, straight 

 and strong, and his head up, thinking of good plans for his brother men, 

 that tall form in the Mariposa Grove, that Sequoia Gigantea — dear old 

 "Uncle Henry" Wallace? 



You know they say that the Scotch are our closest relatives. While 

 that may be true of the rest, I want to say that in this great Scotch fam- 

 ily from the father and the mother on down — I merely state plain facts, 

 for I knew them all intimately and do know them — they are giving of 

 their lives and their energy, of their brains, of their hearts and of their 

 money, to the making in this America a sweet and beautiful thing, which 

 is the ideal in their hearts — from "Uncle Henry" on down to the youngest 

 members of the family that I am acquainted with here in Des Moines. 



Now, Mr. Thorne notices what they say about him — those railroad 

 counsel. We know how superbly for fifteen years he has carried the 



