Word: farmerly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...named, 60-year-old Bunyan Travis lived and labored, sweating in the noonday and sometimes cursing the bread he earned, for Bunyan's acres were scrawny with drought and his back was bad with rheumatism. Finally he got him a cane to hobble around on. Chance came to Farmer Travis last spring when a gang of husky young men from the Southwest put up a derrick on his land and began to drill for oil. On May 23 they brought in an oil well which produced nearly 3,000 barrels the first 24 hours. That day Farmer Travis threw...
Franklin Roosevelt sitting in his study, was less than human if he did not smile. Nature, which allowed the cotton farmer 170 lb. for his average acre during the ten years preceding 1933, was about to bestow a bountiful 223 lb. per acre, equal to 151 S's, highest yield in U. S. history. Reasons: Abandonment of less productive acres in favor of cash benefits; scientific seed improvement. Results: The price of cotton had tumbled from about 12? last spring to 10?, cotton farmers' loud cries of "Do something!" were resounding in Southern Congressmen's ears...
Meantime, two of the nearly-extinct Southern New Dealers, Senators Black* of Alabama and Bilbo of Mississippi, who have to do a lot of interpreting of their liberalism when they get back home, sought to soothe their farmer constituents by doing something now. They trotted around petitioning for a special Congressional session in October for the express purpose of enacting a farm bill. Calling a special session is strictly the prerogative of the President but it was understood that Mr. Roosevelt did not object to the petition. He cared not whether his comprehensive farm legislation (ever-normal granary...
...enactment next session. Therefore, when he learned that Messrs. Bilbo and Black had 40 names on their petition Cotton Ed stormed into the Senate: "Mr. President ... I think it is unfair to the committee. . . . We are studying the problem and doing the best we can to solve it. The farmer himself is only afraid of suffering because of the act of God. He has reduced his acreage but he cannot control the seasons. . . . There is a law which empowers the Commodity Credit Corporation to meet the emergency...
...about digging worms in Maine omits one interesting detail. On the road running between Belfast and Waterville and between Belfast and Augusta, I have more than once seen signs reading "Cornfed night crawlers." The first time I saw this sign, I was puzzled and stopped to ask a farmer what it meant. "Worms, and fat ones," he explained with scorn for my ignorance...