The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-10-01

CatslSill hotel and looked after the retreat ing carriage from which she had just alighted If ever there is a chair of gen eral information created at any college, the young man who brought me up here just now should have t.
 Tn the first place, we'd scarcely started when we passed huge wagon piled with burlap bags, each containing what seem- ed like a mammoth cream cheese. It smelled just for all the world like one enormous delieatessen shop. I said:
 6 oh, is that the way you make cream cheese up here in those great blocks, and then send 1t down to the city to be cut up in little squares and wrapped in tin foilY
 ""Tisnt cheese. it's casein-slSimmed milk, you know What they make piano keys and buttons out of was his reply.
 :" Buttons made of milkl' I repeated, in astonishment.
 Well. at that he began such a volley of informa ton that 1 can't remember half he said. He told me how they separated the cream for butter at the creameries and then extracted the easein from the skim milk.
 'It seems the curd is pressed and baked and dried and powdered until 1t becomes perfectly white and odorless. It's almost like celluloid only not lnf1ammable.
  things, like playing cards, expensive pa per 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 tha hig e1a bo,1ses VOu know They'd be sure to find some use for that It takes fine polish and is solid and durable
 "Just as I was getting over the shock of this disclosure, I again noticed the del- icatessen odor. This time there was no wagoh in sight. but over In the field was what looked like a pond of milk.
 " Whatever Is that? I inquired.
 Skim milk-oversupply Neighbors don't like 1t, but the creamery's got to get rid of 1t 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 dis tance as soon as possible.
 ''I settled back for a moment, waiting to see what would come next.
 'In a few moments we came to several 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 antiduated red portiere,
 What are all the red things for?' I inquired.
 :" Hawks he replied sententiously. "A hawk'l never touch chicken if there's anything red around Thought every body knew that
 T felt rebuked and kept silent for some time.
 Wed gone quite a distance when I suddenly looked down on my lap and was dsmayed to find that my fountain pen. which I always carry in my handbag, had evidently begun to leak and the ink was gently oozing through the seam in the leather
 What shall I do?' l exclaimed as I showed him the generous black spot right on the front of my light skirt.
 Inks easy enough to get out he said in the most unconcerned manner. I'll stop at the next house we come to and get some salt
 'Salt?' I repeated.
 Well. any absorbent's good, but most of themll leave a grease spot Salts the best
 He refined up at the next house and I held the horses while he went in Soon he reappeared with a handful of salt done up in piece of heavy brown pa- per.
 Putting piece of the paper under the cloth, he covered the ink spot on both sides with the salt and rubbed it vigor- ously, blowing away the top layer every few moments and putting on fresh salt As you see, 1t hardly shows at all now and he assured me just now when he