The winter's first freezing storms blew eastward last week down the Rocky Mountain slopes, whipped snow flurries across the Great Plains wheatlands, swirled into the Midwest's corn-hog belt. Farmers, their 1959 row crops in, and a little leisure time at hand, began to talk among themselves, on street corners, in grange halls, in bunking rooms, in the circles around the stockyard stoves. As always, the talk was about how hard it is to make a dollar. But this year the talk had the extra heat and urgency that come with falling farm...
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