GORDON

Te Aroha News, Volume XXVII, Issue 4487, 11 November 1909, Page 2

GORDON

(From Our Own Correspondent.) I am happy to state that the farmers in the settlement are, as elsewhere, having a fairly prosperous season so far and have nothing to complain about only the weather, and this acts as a safety valve. During the winter the District Steam Milk Separating Works had a thorough renovation and overhauling, a verandah being added to the front portion of the building and a cream storage room at the back, two 660 gallon Crown Separators have been installed together with a No. 5 'Gould skim milk pump, a new 7 beam scales, and weigh can of 60 gallon capacity, a cottage (or bird cage, as the writer has oft seen a “ nightingale ” in it) for the manager and it seems a great convenience. I must not forget to tell you about the supply of milk. For the month of October 423,2761bs of milk were treated at the creamery, Mr Brady supplying 212,0661b5, or just about half the total. America as a rule is looked upon as the home of “ business ” kings, there are steel, rubber, oil, and meat kings, but I have not heard of a “ milk ” king, therefore I think we can safely award Mr Brady the title —for the Waikato at any rate, if not the North Island. Mr Brady has three waggons and two drays conveying milk to the factory—the cans alone meaning an outlay of over £6O, not to mention the splendid horses and vehicle. The supply of milk at the Creamery would have been much larger had not two bridges been washed away, which prevented Mr Montague and Messrs Anderson, Clark and Peterson. We hope, however, to have them back ere long as work on the bridges has commenced.

The fifth of November was kept up at Gordon in the joiliest way. Mr Downard, the schoolmaster, ever thoughtful of other's enjoyment, arranged to have a bonfire in the sohool grounds, and open invitations were sent round and speedily accepted, the children especially being in high glee at the pleasant prospect. The fateful evening came and what a joyful time we had, the children giving vent to their pent up excitement, and (tell it not in Gath) some of the stately matrons of Gordon cast care aside and joined in the revelry with as much vim as the younger maidens —true, we all secured a trophy in the shape of a burnt finger, and the writer was no exception. The event of the evening was a Balloon Ascension, with Mr Brook’s in command, and he carried the duties put admirably, the balloon rising until nearly out of (fight, and then as a climax set on fire, and the re* j mains are now lying between here and Tauranga.