THE MILKMAN

Dominion, Volume 10, Issue 2919, 3 November 1916, Page 5

THE MILKMAN

Sir,—l have been reading %in Tub Dominion how the milkman was always getting into trouble. Sir, the milkman goes his weary way before the rising of the sun: he earns a hundred thanks a day, and often gets less than one. While lucky people snore, and drowse and bask in dreama ot rare delight, the milkman takes a stool and milks his cows about the middle of the night. If you havo milked an old red cow humped o'er a big six-gallon pail, and had her swat you on the brow with seven feet of burry tail, you'll know the milkman ought to get a prize for every pint he sells; he earns his pay in blood and sweat, and sorrow in his bosom dwells; As through the city streets, he goes, he has to sound his brassy tins, and people wake up from their doze and curse him goes along. He has to stagger through the rain, when others stay at homo and snoro, and through the rain he has to go to take the cow juice to your door. Through storm and flood ana Gun and rain the milkman goes upon the jump, and all his customers complain and make allusions to his pump.. Because ono milkman milks the creek instead of milking spotted cows, against the whole bravo tribe we kick and stir up everlasting rows. Yet patiently they go their way distributing their healthful juice, and what they do not get in pay they have to take out in abuse. —I am, etc., _ . J. J. BOYD, SEN. October 30.