On the peaks of the Rockies, looming up as majestically solid as they did when the first pioneers looked upon them, the snow lines crept lower day by day. In the Deep South the maples were red and gold; in New England bare trees stood dark and bleak against the greying skies. On the heartland plains, machines whirred through the corn and milo fields, methodically bringing in the last of another bountiful harvest.
To the eye the land looked rich and placid. The "farm problem," huge headache for the new President, looked...
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