HE WAS AN INVENTOR.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIV, Issue 6, 7 January 1879, Page 4

HE WAS AN INVENTOR.

He came into this office the day before yesterday and aßked to see the editor. He was an inventor, he informed that functionary, and he wanted the aid of the Press — the mighty Press — to get the greatest project of modern times on its legs, as it were. His idea was to start a grand Consolidated Milk Supply Company. A reservoir holding six million cubic feet of milk could be constructed anywhere up on the foothills, in the midst of a grazing farm calculated to feed say half a million cows. These could be milked twice a day into the reservoir by machinery, and the cream be skimmed off the suriace by outriggers attached to sailboat?. Service pipes would conduct the liquid to the kitchens of every bouse in the neighbouring cities, same as gas. It would run through a patent milk meter, which could be shut off in case of non-payment of bills, which would be modelled on the gas principle in the matter of charges. A corporation of this kind, the inventor went on to say, ought to pay fifty per cent dividends weekly. The editor replied that the idea was a good one, but he couldn't consistently urge its adoption, on account ot one fatal objection. A monopoly of the kind would throw out of employment a large and exceedingly dangerous class of criminals — the milkmen Of course they would all be forced then to take to the road and rob openly. The stranger remarked that he would endeavor to study up some improvement that would cover the objection — asked the way to the Nevada Bank — and left. Pawnbrokers and others are earnestly requested to arrest any tall, thin, scientific-looking man with a red nose who endeavours to dispose of a green silk umbrella with an ivory handle, and report the same to this office. He struck us lightly, but we cannot spare that venerable office umbrella just yet.