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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (Jan. 7, 1906)
THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, JANUAHY 7, 1906. GIVES UP SOCIETY TO FIGHT FOR PURE MILK What Mrs. E. W. Andrews, of Seattle, Has Accom plished for Dairy Reform. iSU BWfr Kv-IBg .i" . .'EH V3 and she has become an authority on such matters. - There Is no piece of wood to be seen In the barn, or stables, or cowsheds, or dairy-house, or whatever It might be called, .for the establishment Is one of eight rooms.. Included In It is a bath, the customary feed storage bins, milk houses, stalls and all the rooms needed at a dairy. The cattle are placed In stalls of Iron construction. They stand on a concrete floor. They drink from a concrete trough. The wafer 'is turned off. then the trough Is flushed again, and once more the water Is turned off. and they nre fed chopped feed In a concrete trough. The floors are washed regularly. 3IIIkcrs 3tust Take Baths. When the milkers appear they must take a bath; they must change their clothes and don linen suits; they must empty their milkpalls Into live-gallon re ceptacles, and as soon as these five-gallon tanks are filled, another employe Im mediately carries it Into one of the ad joining rooms. This mllktender carries the fresh milk up a ladder and empties it Into a recep tacle Just off - the platform at the top. Through a strainer the milk flows into another box-like structure in another room. From that It drops over pipes, through which run. In the first series. Ice water and then cold water-from the river. By the time the-milk drops into the box at the bottom It has cooled to degrees. An attendant pushes forward a tray loaded with milk bottles, lifts a lever and eight bottles are tilled with" milk. They are Immediately .sealed, set aside In Ice, - i comes from the cow it Is sealed iff bot tles, and experts testify that germs can not multiply in that period. Farming is a fad with Mr. Farrell. Co operation In Mrs, Andrews campaign Is an Incident to him. but it is a big thing for her. The Farrell plant already repre sents an expenditure of S30.CCO, and he will double it. The Paulhamus dairy barns hiirned a short time ago, and he has built them upon a more prentious plan, accomplish ing practically everything Mr. Farrell does, but not operating as extensively. Mr. Paulhamus' business is a money making venture, and that 13 the only dif ference, for his milk Is absolutely pure. But In spite of these precautions to se cure a pure milk supply; despite the fact that she Is not seeking to make money, and despite the fact that her milk supply is the only one coming- to Seattle whose purity can be guaranteed. Mrs. Andrews has to fight bitter opposition. She went East a short time ago and Colonel "William Terry Sanger, ex-Secretary of War and president of the Bed Cross Society, told her the Andrews crusade In Seattle had given better results than any other in this country. She spoke to pure milk advocate? In Washington. Utica. New York and other cities. But the rival dairymen in Seattle will not listen to her. If they would and If they would adopt her methods. Mrs. Andrews" work would be done, for she wants an absolutely pure milk supply. Some day she will get It. for the King" County Medical So ciety at Its last meeting adopted a milk standard the doctors .will insist updn. Mrs. Andrews refuses to adopt the dairymen's policy of paying commissions for new customers. She has three dalry routes and each driver Is paid $T0 per month and each l? interested in the cru sade. Her inspector at the depot who re ceives the morning milk shipments Is a. nephew. A niece Is- her office assistant Mrs. Andrews herself directs the busi ness. Bottles Cost Money. Last month Mrs?. Andrews spent 51W for new bottles, to replace those stolen from the doorsteps of her customers by rival dairy drivers She spent more than that to buy bottles broken in transit and now has up with M. G. Hall, of Portland. Western superintendent of the Northern Pacific Express Company, the question of improving the express service to save her empty and filled bottles. It was discovered by Mrs. Andrews a few days ago that rival dairymen were telling the story that she had retired from business; others were saying they owned an interest In her dairy; still more said they received milk from the yame dairies she did. All this has been told to drive away custom they even say of her that Iter milk Is Impure and that It cannot stand the rigorous test. , These are the stories that have deter mined Mrs. Andrews to., keep up the struggle. In fact, she Is beginning to tight back. The project was never In tended as a money-making A-enture and Mrs. Andrews proposes to win to show that a woman can give a city a pure milk supply. When she has done that she may retire. But by this time Mrs. Andrews has begun to like business. Some Stones About Players C ONCERNING the Jeffersonalfa now in circulation, when every. scrap of reminiscence of the Inimitable Bip Is being eagerly collected, a commercial PRESENT "FARM BUILDINGS, FARRELL FARM as SI -M -3JI ANOTHER. VIEW, jfo HERR SEATTLE . 7 ft$ o""" 3 TgW ANDREWS. t;DRSDENT SEATTLE NATIONAL- BflNKKROMOTEfj LI 111 there was some fine gentlemen here yes terday, some traveling men. that told me I ought to be higher up In the world than this. They give me this gentleman's ad dress and told me to write him; that he would be pleased to have me atop of his coach. Here's his address. The actor wrote as he was bidden. Still believing that the negro was joking he handed him the letter and told him to mall It. "No. no." the negro insisted. looking superstltlously at his first letter. "I'll just take you over to the postoflice an you mall it yourself." And so the actor did. gravely mailing the application to Hon. Joseph Chamber- j lain, London, England. : 1 SEATTLE. Jan. 5. Special. Corre spondence.) Milkmen compelled to bathe and change their clothing before they begin milking; milk cooled and bottled three minutes after milk ing; stables kept as clean as a dining room and milked shipped t the city, packed In ice and delivered from scaled cases to consumers! That is what Mrs. E. W. Andrews has accomplished on one farm by her single handed fight for a pure milk supply in Seattle. Not quite as extensive in Its equipment, tout almost as efficacious, is another dairy. This, the W. H. Paulha mus plant, was a model to Western Washington dairymen before the Andrews campaign began, but it has been wonder fully improved since. To win her fight for pure milk Mrs. Andrews practically gave up socioty. She devotes as much attention to business as a struggling merchant, determined to succeed against odds, and Mrs. Andrews has had to overcome all kinds of oppo sition, but she is going to win. Pos6lbly after the pure milk business I becomes a paying business, Mrs. Andrews will tire of iL But right now. while a concerted effort is being made by all the dairies of the city to drive-her out, she will not listen to any talk of compro mise. Bable were dying from poisoned milk when Mrs. Andrews took up the fight. Formaldehyde was being used extensively In preserving old milk, and a chemical analysis of the stomachs of a number of dead Infants showed beyond doubt that the poison in the milk supply had been primarily responsible for their death. In fact, so convincing was the proof that one dairy was prosecuted for man slaughter. Another establishment was practically ruined by the expose, and every dairy furnishing milk in Seattle was under a cloud. But the only -thing of practical value that came of it all was the Andrews pure milk dairy. Mrs. Andrews Is Earnest. Mrs. Andrews was thoroughly in ear nest about her share of the crusade. Her neighbors wanted pure milk, and she wanted it. too. No one would supply it, therefore Mrs. Andrews cast aside society and its burdens and undertook to do it herself. Up to that time W. H. Paulhamus, of Sumner, had toeen selling his milk supply to various dairies in Seattle and Tacoma. He had tried to -make a model dairy of his .farm, but his pure milk was mixed with the careless product from .other dairies and no results came. Mrs. An drews took Dr. Wlnslow, a-pure-milk en thusiast, with her and visited the Paul hamus farm. Every precaution was ob served that she could demand or Dr. Wlnslow suggest. The Paulhamus dairy COOLIHGROOW, I FARRELL FARM OHLY ONE MM 'ALL OWED WORK IN THIS, ROOM AND HE MUST TAKE BATH ATMD . CHANGE CLOTHES BE FORE ENTERING. furnished the basis of Mrs. Andrews' pure milk dairy. In the beginning she planned It as a supply for the families of the "first-hill," the neighbors of the society crusader. It was something of a co-operative plan, but the idea grew. J. D. Farrell, tljen - president of the Great Northern Steamship Company, and assistant to the president of the Great Northern, had purchased a farm near Renton. Mr. Farrell sought- farming as a pastime. . He was Interested In -the An drews fight for pure milk, and President James J. Hill's shipment of a carload of prize-winning cattle from his Minnesota ranch -made Mr, FarreH's enthusiasm the more intense. Farrell Kanch Is. Used. The story of. the development of-the Farrell ranch -Is - closely Interwoven In Mrs. 'Andrews' pure-milk crusade. A few weeks ago Mrs." Andrews met Mr. Farrell In New York Just before the "lat ter sailed for Curope on a six months trip, and secured 'from him the sole right to handle his milk. She already had the ' output of the Paulhamus farm. Mr. Paulhamus was one of the most bitter enemies of Mr. Farrell during the last political campaign, yet they have both been made to work toward the suc cess of Mrs. Andrews pure-milk supply for Seattle. Mr. Farrell gave over to James Ander son, .chjcf engineer of the Pacific Coast' Company, the problem of building the bst dairy burn .In the West, if not In the United States. Mrs. Andrews says there Is nothing like It In this country and when a case Is filled, sealed up In the compartment 'for delivery Into the rclty. Only one mail Is permitted In this bot tling room, and he must be scrupulously clean. He must take the customary bath and change every article of clothing be fore he enters. Even the -milk bottles that he handles come to hiin, through a sterilizing process. They are placed on an oven in another room, and he opens a. door in his room and' lakes them out. There Is no chance for disease genus to enter the milk. Three minutes after It tourist tells of a night when he reached a hotel in a Michigan town, in a very ill humor because his train was late, relates an exchange. As he pushed his way Into the main entrance of the ho tel an unassuming old man gave an or der for a carriage to the theater. The traveling man glanced at him with the savagery of the hungry .and tired hu man. "Hear that old farmer ask for a car riage to the theater! Why don't some of you tell him the theater's only three blocks away and tip him to save his money?" he growled. A few noticed that "the old farmer smiled, but he entered the carriage, nev ertheless, and drove to Jhe theater. When the traveler had dined he followed. For tune favored him with a seat In the front row. It was late when he reached his seat, and something in the attitude of the player In the center of the stage, with the amber light and all eyes upon him, held him with the force of memory. At the same Instant the eyes of the player met his. The actor moved forward, and standing, gave his familiar toast: "Here's to you and your fambly May you all live long and prosper." The toast and the gleam of amusement In the actor's eyes were "plainly directed at the traveling man. who crimsoned and stirred unensily In his seat. "By Jove," said he, "the old farmer!" AN ACTOR with a prospectively dull afternoon on his hands was ap proached by the' negro porter of a ho tel In Beaver. Pa says the Mirror. "Beg" pardon, sah. Can you read and write?" "After a fashion. I believe," replied the actor. "Well, sah, beln' as you ain't doln" nothin I'd like to have you write a let ter for me. You see. I'm a porter here, but by perfcssIon I'm a coachman, and Jl'LIA .MARLOWE it was who inspired Hamlin Gnrkind's novel of theatrical life. "The Light of a Star." says a New York exchange. For several years Mrs. Garland had been a warm friend of the star of Shakespeare and had plied eulogy upon eulogy of her upon her novelist hus band's wandering attention. "Modest you say, my dear," her hus band repeated absently. "Do you mean to say she Isn't like that?" He pointed to a violent poster announcing a forth coming appearance of the young woman upon a Western stage. "No more like it, my dear, than you are like cook." The novelist Is of slight ami elegant ligtire. Cook was close to the three hun dred murk. The comparison scored. "Tell me about her." The former pro fessor of literature wrenched his Interest from an open book on his reading stand. And Mrs. Gurland. grateful for the de ferred conjugal audience on the subject, told him much. She told him that Miss Marlowe is a scholar with tastes as much of the library as his own. She told him that when the actress entertains friends at her home she gives every day a read ing party in the library, where, whether the guest likes It or not. he hus.to luy In a fresh supply of mental pabulum, and where no one may break the silence ex cept to rend a sentence or paragraph that seems to him especially worthy. And Bruce Edwards may not rend Billy Bax ter there, for the Marlowe library con tains neither that nor the John Henry moutable. She told him that Miss Mar lowe had not dined in public a half dozen times In her life, and that she "was an enthusiast about health foods and once tried preparing her own meals in her rooms from this food. Whereat Mr. Gur land looked up with the light of an abid ing interest In his eyes. His physicians make him diet cruelly. The novelist lis tened to more eulogies the while he looked upon the eye sndting poster, and while he watched there grew in his mind a novel, and the novel was "The Light of a Star." "In It I have tried to show the two creatures in such an actress." he says. "The woman In ner home, among her friends. In the soft light that falls upon the private individual, and the other half of her thnt lives In the Incandescent glar of millions of curious eyes. And I have tried to reconcile these two persons in one flesh." JVI -XAGER BENNETT, of Bennett's ' 1 I Theater. London. Canada, has had an experience that will cause him to remember the visit of Woodford's monkeys for some time to come. It ap pears that one of the monkeys is named "Mrs. Murphy," and Mr. Ben nett thought it would be a good idea to get out cards reading-: "Have you seen Mrs. Murphy?" which were 'nung in tlie street-cars. Everybody in Lon don was curious to know who "Mrs. Murphy" was,' but the secret was care fully kept until the monkeys arrived, when It was Joyfully announced that "Mrs. Murphy" was a clever little ape. This announcement aroused the ire of the members of the Irish Benevo lent Society, and the matter was dis cussed with much warmth. Manager Bennett realized his mistake, and im mediately sent out his men to remove the placards from the cars. The papers took up the affair, and "Mrs. Murphy" was the talk of London for the entire week. Many a manager has learned to his cost that It does not pay to tread on the tall of an Irishman's coat In Canada, where the Irishman and Irish Canadians are more Irish than the men in Ireland themselves. Plays In which Irishmen have been grossly caricatured have been egged and the managers have been given to under stand that the caricatures were emi nently distasteful and would not be tolerated. PR.EDDY PETERS, says the Dramat ic Mirror, who plays the double role of chef and Juflge.so admirably in "The Man on the Box." is telling- this story, to prove that he didn't Inherit, but ac quired his excellent memory: At dinner one evening- Freddy's mamma said she would like to see the play again. "No objection." said Freddy, chewing- his .rare roast beef 32 times a la Horace Eletchcr. "What's the name of the man at the door?" , " " "Wilson." "You'd better write it down. I might forget." "No danger." Freddy reached for hls hat. "Just think of Wilson high balls. That's all," . That evening- a smiling- woman with a pleasant-faced companion presented her card to the doorkeeper - and In quired: "Is "this Mr. Hunter?" Do You Knoy Him? Atchison Globe. The man who does the most talking about despising wealth Is generally the first to borrow a quarter.