The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1891-08-15
COLD MILK IN THE CITY.
HOW milk SHAKES" AND NlCt
BUTTERMILK ARE SWALLOWED.

An Everyday Picture of a Popular
Drinking Place in New YOrk-People
Who Patrouize the milk Shake" Man.
How Men Drink Their Liquids.
Every day at exactly the same hour
he drives up with his contented looking
horse and low bodied, red painted wagon
to a spot within ten feet of the statue on
Park row and opens for business. If it's
q cool day he may wait long for GUS
toner, but if it's sultry the wheels have
hardly ceased turning when he is sur
rounded by thirsty crowd and is fur
ried with orders Of:
zone buttermilk!'
Gimme shake"
phosphate in mine"
"Sweet milk-quick!"
There are seven milk shake wagons
located at different points within quar-
ter of a mile of the city hall, and the
business is a large and growing one
Each has permit to occupy special
location. and an intruder would find
O warm reception if he attempted to
crowd in.
A stranger looks upon it as a queer
business A resident might wonder how
they do business at all, with so many
soda fountains buzzing all around them
The ice cream trade comes from the
boys There isn't man in all New
York, well dressed or ragged, who dares
stand on the curb and scoop a cents
worth of yellow ice cream out of tiny
tumbler with his tongue, as the boys do,
to say nothing about clicking the glass"
after the solid has disappeared. 1t is
different with the milk shake business.
WHEN MEN DRINK
Let your collar begin to ''lop," the
perspiration to trickle down behind your
ears, and your cuffs to grow limpsy, and
nine men out of ten will think of glass
of cold milk before anything else. There
is never ending tide of humanity pass
ing between that wagon and the figure
in bronze on its stone pedestal. Half of
them are thirsty. Half of them smack
their lips as they think of the treat Of
fered at their elbows.
Now see how curious human nature
Is. 1t takes a bit of nerve to detach
yourself from the crowd and stand UP
to the wagon and quaff your drink. You
half turn, hesitate, go on, and are vexed
with yourself for lack of moral courage.
A dozen others go through the same per-
Torrance after you. Then comes a man
who doesn't care copper for public
opinion, and he turns in and says:
milk shake. ell? Gimme one, and
have it cold!'
And from a milkcan as clean as tin
can be kept the man dips out big half
pint of milk as fresh and pure as you
would find it in the farmhouse cellar
pours it into tumber adds strawberry
or other fiavOring, and claps on cover
and places it under the agitator. A
dozen turns of the crank and it Is
"bobbed' until thoroughly mixed, and
he rakes in your nickel and hands you
something which goes right to the spot
and causes you to whisper to yourself:
Sab, me! Bat that does ne good"
And sherpli!Ie the crowd has followed
you, and score Of men and boys and Of
fee girls are ranged along the wagon
and holding their nickel Is aloft. Butter
milk has the first call. perhaps because
1t is only three cents glass, but the
milk shake is the old standby and win.
ming new customers every day. 1t is
solid from top to bottom. There is no
froth to blow off The powdered CHINA
mon or nutmeg gives it an agreeable
favor, and you hang on to the last swal-
low in a grudging sort of way never
known even To sweet cider.
HOW MEN DRINK
The milk shake man knows the public
demands cleanliness and purity, and he