Things never seem to change. If you can't read the text of this scan it is reproduced below. ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE Daily News, Friday, November 4, 1949 Mr. Truman's St. Paul, Minn., pie-for-everybody speech last night reminded us that, at the tail-end of the recent session of Congress, Representative Clarence J. Brown (R-Ohio) jammed into the Congressional Record the following poem, describing its author only as “a prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia”: DEMOCRATIC DIALOG Father, must I go to work? No, my lucky son. We're living now on Easy Street On dough from Washington. We've left it up to Uncle Sam, So don't get exercised. Nobody has to give a damn – We've all been subsidized. But if Sam treats us all so well And feeds us milk and honey, Please, daddy, tell me what the hell He's going to use for money. Don't worry, bub, there's not a hitch In this here noble plan – He simply soaks the filthy rich And helps the common man. But, father...