TWELFTH ANXUAL YEAR BOOK— PART IV 175 



above reproach in the eommuuity, so that after I left there 

 Avouldn't be any gossip about those fellows being out there gath- 

 ering up a bunch of money, and nobody knew what was going 

 to ])c done with it. Probably your next president will be a man 

 who will be willing to go out by himself and do that kind of 

 work; I am not speaking for anybody else, but that is simply 

 my position, and I may be right or wrong. 



]Mr. Anglum : I want to take issue with I\Ir. Sykes in re- 

 gard to his last remark to the effect that the people wouldn't 

 know him when he got out in the country, and I am going to 

 illustrate that by a little incident that occurred on the 30th day 

 of last June. 



If you remember, it was rather dry up in our part of the state 

 last summer. We had heard a great deal about dry farming, 

 and we had some experience in it up there. It got so dry that 

 the old cows didn't have anything to eat, and I used to herd them 

 out in the road. I was herding them on the -SOth day of last 

 June, right along the northern line of this state, where they got 

 hold of a bunch of dry Dakota grass. Along about ten o'clock 

 in the morning (I had on a pair of overalls and a last year's 

 straw hat, and I am sure my costume would have shocked our 

 friend Drury, there, if he had seen it), I looked up east and saw 

 a man coming down the road with a broad-brimmed hat — with-, 

 out any coat or collar on, as I discovered after he got closer to 

 me. I thought to myself: I wonder who is coming there? The 

 old cows were contentedly grazing along the road. But all at 

 once the old spotted cow at the head of the herd threw up her 

 head and commenced to bellow, and, as I interpreted it, she said : 

 "Here comes Sykes, the president of the Corn Belt Meat Pro- 

 ducers' Association, and if we don't get back into that pasture 

 we are apt to be on the block in a few minutes." And they all 

 made a bee-line for the gate. The husband of the cows was the 

 last to get through the gate, and he turned around with a 

 "Br-r-r-r; hurry and shut the gate!" Everybody, even the old 

 crooked-horn cows, recognize Sykes and know what he is doing, 

 and it is not necessary for him to be timid about going out 

 among the farmers. Everyone — even those who never saw him 

 — knows he is all right, and that the Com Belt Meat Producers'. 

 Association is all right. He might get fooled in taking some of 

 us fellows out with him. 



