32
THE
CHEM AW A
AM ERICAN
Roused her from her well-bred slumber,
Bathed her features with a sponge.
To the bath tub made her lumber
For her early morning plunge.
Manicured her horn and hooflet,
Sprayed her breast with listerine.
Scrubbed her stall from floor to rootlet,
Till each inch of it was clean.
Then while her attention centered
On her predigested bran,
Reverently Tuttle entered
With a silver-plated can.
Into which by gauze protected
From bacilli and ilk,
Tuttle skillfully projected
Little streams of purest milk.
With a microscope he viewed it,
Slew a microbe here and there,
Strained it, weighed it cooled it, stewed it.
Pasteurized it, too, with care.
Then in bottles small he hauled it
To the city, and in short—
Everywhere that Tuttle sold it,
Cost them sixty cents per quart.
—Red Lodge (Mont.) Picket