126 ILLINOIS STATE DAIRYMEN'S ASSOCIATION 



THE DAIRY ASSOCIATION 



A poem by N. W. Hepburn, toastmaster, read by him at the opening 

 of the banquet, Wednesday evening. 



We are met here again, this great congregation, 

 To celebrate an anniversary of the Dairy Association. 

 For years without number, I can't tell you now, 

 They've been pushing the cause of the old Dairy Cow. 



They've taught men to feed her and not do it by halves 

 Then they ''learned" all the farmers how to raise dairy calves. 

 They got all this work running finer than silk 

 Then they told all the children why they ought to drink milk. 



You can't raise a nation you can just bet your boots 

 Without dairy products; on poor substitutes. 

 So all of these fellows these nice words did utter 

 You can't get along without lots of good butter. 



There's dried milk, condensed milk and ice cream and cheese 

 Put up in a dish all the nation to please. 

 So they've sponsored the cause which will prosperity bring 

 Of doing the stunts that they call "dairying." 



There are a lot of good friends who have made this thing go 

 Some mighty good fellows I'd like you to know. 

 They have all had their shoulder to the Dairyman's wheel 

 And I want you to know how toward them we all feel. 



First there's George Caven, whose hair has grown white 

 And he's toiled for us all from morning till night 

 He's served as a secretary since the good days of yore 

 And we hope he will serve us for forty years more. 



Then there's J'. P. Mason, our old President 

 Who told of dairying where'er he went 

 He told the story in his farmer way 

 And taught them the merits of alfalfa hay. 



Another old timer who ain't much for looks 



And the things that he tells didn't come out of books 



It's old Daddy Filson from southern Illinois 



Who started the calf clubs for the girls and boys. 



