Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1906-10-25
The Young Man
Who Knew


general information created at any
college the young man who brought
me up here just now should have ii.
In the first place, we'd scarcely
started when we passed huge wagon
piled with burlap bags, each contain
ing what seemed like a mammoth
cream cheese. 1t smelled just for all
the world like one enormous delicates-
sen shop. l said:
"'Oh, is that the way you make
cream cheese up here in those great
blocks, and then send it down to the
city to be cut up in little squares and
wrapped in tin foil?
"'Tisn't cheese, it's casein.' skim
med milk, you know What they make
piano keys and buttons out Of was
his reply.
Buttons made of milk? I repeated
in establishment
We'll, at that he began such vol
ley of information that can't remem-
Der half he said. He told me how they
separated the cream for butter at the
creameries and then extracted the
casein from the skim milk.
1T seems the curd is pressed and
baked and dried and powdered until it
becomes perfectly white and odorless.
It's almost like celluloid, only not in.
flammable
He said it was used for all sorts of
things, like playing cards, expensive
paper and pen holders. Finally, as a
sort of dismissal Of the entire subject,
he said:
Why, it's practically on the same
principle as making knife handles,
combs and things out of blood
'Blood?' I repeated.
oh, yes he continued, in the most
matter of fact tone, Lots of blood at
all the big slaughter houses, you know.
They'd be sure to find some use for
that. 1t takes fine polish and is SOL
i'd and durable
Just as l was getting over the
shock OF this disclosure, l again no
tfced the delicatessen odor. This time
there was no wagon in sght, but over
in the field was what looked like
pond of milk.
Whatever is that?' l inquired.
Skim milk-oversupply. Neigh
bors don't like 1t, but the creamery's
got to get rid of it somehow, so they
pump 1t over into that hollow in the
field. Doesn't smell very good and
at this he whipped up his horses and
tried to leave the pond of SKINNED
milk in the distance as soon as posi-
BILE.
Il settled back for moment, wait.
ing to see what would come next.
I'm few moments we came to sew
eral prosperous looking farms In
every chicken yard and here and there
on the grounds adjoining the houses
were thrown bright red blankets; in
one place an old scarlet shawl and
perhaps further on an antiquated red
portiere.
What are all the red things for?'
inquired.
Hawks he replied sententiously
"A bawkll never touch a chicken il
there's anything red around. Thought
everybody knew that
II felt rebuked and kept silent for
some time.
d
suddenly looked down on my lap and
was dismayed to find that my fountain
pen, which l always carry in my hand
bag, had evidently begun to leak and
the ink was gently oozing through the
seam in the leather.
"'What shall l do?' exclaimed as
I showed him the generous black spot
tuh no of ioh n;
Inks easy enough to get out he
said in the most unconcerned man
ner. I'll stop at the next house we
come to and get some salt
"'Salt? l repeated.
well, any absorbents good, but
most Of them II leave a grease spot
Salts the best
HE refined up at the next house and
1 held the horses while he went in.
Soon he reappeared with handful of
salt done up in piece Of heavy brown
paper.
Putting a piece of the paper under
the cloth, he covered the ink spot on
both sides with the salt mad rubbed it
vigorously, blowing away the top layer
every few moments and putting on
fresh salt. AS you see, it hardly shows
at all now, and he assured me just
now when he drove away that by put
ting salt under the spot and over it.,
letting it remain that way for an hour
or so and then finishing the treatment
with another rubbing, not trace of
the ink stain would remain."-N. Y.
Sun.
Had to Give Up Cigarette.