FORTY-THIRD ANNUAL CONVENTION 45 



I wrote Governor Hoard some fifteen years ago on a law 

 letterhead. He, supposing 1 was an average lawyer and knew 

 nothing about cows, advised me thus : 'It is a good deal better 

 for a man to grow into the dairy business than to go into it." 

 That was good advice. If you are not already experienced dairy- 

 men, don't go into it, but GROW into it, 1 don't care whether 

 you are old or young men, that is the best thing to do. You 

 want to get a dairy cow. I will tell you why. I don't believe 

 that the Creator ever intended the beef cow as a dairy cow. My 

 experience of 15 years with all kinds of cows has made me more 

 convinced of that. Why, they are not made alike, they are not 

 built alike, they don't have the same functions. If there isn't 

 anything in the principle of breeding, why don't you breed your 

 draft mare to a Shetland pony and expect a draft colt? Why 

 don't you know, everything was intended for a purpose, and I 

 want to tell you that a garden rake was never intended to plough 

 with, and a plow was never intended to cultivate the small row 

 of onions that you plant in your garden. To illustrate what I 

 say, I have a friend in Iowa that likes to hunt as I do, and sup- 

 pose that after the law expires, — on the 15th day of August, — 

 he should send me word : ''Come out here and take supper with 

 me and bring your gun and dog and we'll have a hunt and I 

 think we can get a pretty good evening's shooting." Suppose 

 I should drive up with a bull dog tied behind my buggy? 

 (Laughter). Suppose he came to see me and they should tell 

 him that I w^as at the Fair Grounds where we have a race tracks 

 and he came there and found me with a 2,000 pound draft horse 

 hitched to a bicycle sulkey driving aroimcl the track, and he 

 asked me what I was trying to do and I would say to him, 'T 

 am going to make that horse trot a mile in two minutes." 

 (Laughter). I tell you, the Creator never intended that draft 

 horse with his heavy bones and muscles to trot a mile in two 

 minutes, and there isn't corn and oats enough in both states 

 to make him do it, and you all know it. And God didn't make 

 the bulldog to scent chickens, He made the bird dog for that, he 

 has been bred for that purpose for several generations, — and just 

 exactly what He made that bulldog for, I never knew. (Roars 

 of laughter). 



A few years ago I took my little bunch of Guernsey cattle 



