(Originally published June 1, 1936)

It is said there has never been but one illustration inserted in the congressional record. It was the picture of a very long cow with her head beyond the Mississippi River and her utter situated in the City of New York.

The cow was presented as being owned jointly by the farmers of the South and West and the bakers and bondholders of Wall Street, and while the farmers of the South and West were kept busy feeding the head, the Wall Street gang were busy extracting the milk.

The picture needed no explanation, but it might have been enlarged by showing that some of the milk was being fed to an innumerable number of pet calves, in the shape of highly protected industries, situated mostly East of the Mississippi River and North of the Mason-Dixon Line, also that a large quantity of it was being shipped sold on credit to a number of the nations of that continent with no other guarantee that the debt would ever be paid, than their honor, which does not seem to amount to much.

A lot of this milk might have been shown as being place for safe-keeping in the vaults and other receptacles of said Wall Street Gang. Had Mr. Tillman lived until the present time, he could have shown that the position of the cow remained as he found her for a number of years. In fact, though the administration of Theodore Roosevelt, Taft, Wilson, Harding, Cooledge and Hoover.

It is true she came over near being starved during Hoover’s regime. But before she went dry, F.D. Roosevelt was installed in the White House and one of the first things he did was to hire or to press in a lots of Brain Wreckers to help him turn the old cow so Wall Street would have to do the feeding, while the farmers could manipulate the udder.

It has been a hard and tedious job ... all the obstacles that the ingenuity of man could invent have been thrown in the path to keep the head of that cow out of the city of New York. Roosevelt has success in bringing the udder to Washington, and my, how those Brain Wreckers are filling their pails with milk. They are promising to feed some of the Southern pigs and Western calves to keep them from squealing and bawling, but political promises, like the men who make them are not to be depended upon.

But that old cow’s head is still turned towards new York, and in spite of the injections and supreme court decisions, if Roosevelt gets in again, I believe we will succeed reversing the position of Mr. Tillman’s cow. It is true that in digging her through the West and South, those Brain Wreckers have killed numbers of old sals and little pigs have torn out thousands of acres of cotton, and have emptied a great quantity of the milk into the Tennessee River and a number of other places where it was doing no on any good.

The Supreme Court had put a stop to some of the waste, and the cow has kicked over the pails of some of the Brain Wreckers and they have joined in a wish the Wall Street Gang in trying to stop the moving of the cow’s head. Ol Dr. Townsend wants to have a large quantity of that milk distributed to old people. He recently bought three truckloads of cactus fodder to Washington to exchange or milk, but they didn’t seem to want to trade with him.

It will be fixed, I suppose, in November. So long!