On the farm outside Gettysburg, the thermometer stood at 25°, and the President's breath blew white in Pennsylvania's crackling morning air. He was the picture of the gentleman farmer, in crepe-soled shoes, brown slacks, soft blue sweater, suede sport coat, cashmere scarf and broad Stetson. From the house he walked 300 yards (the last 100 uphill) to a spot near the barn, there to receive a gift that any farmer would welcome.
Representatives of Farm Bureau Co-operative Associations in Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania had brought him a new tractor and deep tillage...
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