Murmurs of wrath came out of the West. Like a swarm of bees, droning a chorus of anger, they floated across the continent and then they settled, settled around the head of the Secretary of the Interior, on the brow of Hubert Work.
Last week Borah, the beekeeper, came to, and he told the President at what the bees were angry. The matter involved was the irrigation policy of the Department of the Interior. In the first place the farmers on the Government irrigation projects were hard up. Then, also, they had been told...
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