Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-08-27

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early.
"Some of them have no ice tub, the
dealers relying on disposing of theil
stock before ice is needed" the in.
spector remarked, as she led the report
er into a delicatessen shop on Morris
Avenue. The smell of the strong Italian
cheese pervaded everything, and babies
and cats were mixed Unfortunately on
the floor. A frowsy woman was ladling
milk out of a can into a customers pail.
"Why, you've no ice," said the iu-
spector sharply.
"Me no spika English" said the WON
an.
"Well, you must be made to under
stand about ice. Get man to talk,
ordered the inspector.
The woman started out. Then she
changed her mind, and faced the in
spector.
Lady" she said, impressively, 'lady,
the chumpa on the wag' he no bringa
me ice."
"She seems to command fairly forci-
BILE English" commented the inspector,
laughing. "When meet the 'chumpa'
who brings her milk must tell him to
leave her ice, too, or there'n be trou-
ble." She filled her little tin cylinder
with milk from the can and dipped the
thermometer and the lactometer in it.
ats rich enough" she said. 1.-THE
lactometer rides at the 100 mark, but
it's warm. The law requires it to be
not over so degrees. l must dump it on
her, so here goes"
Down the nearest sink went twenty
quarts or so of milk, and the frowsy
woman in her excitement again forgot
that she "no spika English"
Here's model place." said the in
spector, pausing in front of grocery.
And it was. The milk was in clean cans,
all packed in ice, and the dippers shone.
The big German who kept the store
grinned affably when the inspector COM
plimented him.
'But | had a terrific row with that
man when 1 first came up here" she
went on, after leaving the store.
"Had to call an officer, dumped his
milk, and he was fined s25 and week in
Jail. There's another man along here
who is meek as a lamb now, but he
wasn't so at the start. He's fat Irish
man, and when l showed my badge on
my first call he gave me whitening
glance.
az don't ap- prove av women milk in
spectors, said he.
/" Neither do L. l said, and if l had a
large man to earn my living for me I'd
not be here telling you your milk cans
are dirty-as they are
'Ma'am,' he said, IF you hadn't a
petticoat on I'd give you as big lickin'
as you ever had.'
"He had been sorting over turnips in
a barrel after that first look at me. You
have to meet such people with their own
weapons. So said: You suppose I'd
let you lick me? Pm lightweight, and
if hadn't petticoat on I'd knock you
senseless so quick you wouldn't know
where you were. Now, take your head
out of that turnip barrel. I'm not used
to talking to mems backs
"He obeyed. He saw that l meant
business, and I've had no trouble with
him since"
The law says that milk shall not be
sold in shop out of which sleeping
room opens. That was the reason why,
in the next shop visited, the woman
looked sorrowful and no milk cans were
to be seen.
1.-THE man comes, he says, No, no,
aud my milk-a-it is in the street" said
the woman.
dumped it because she had a bed in
there" said the inspectors, looking in
cubbyhole behind the shop.
"Well, your bed is out now, you can
keep milk" she told the woman. "But
it's hard to enforce that law" she went
on. They can get bed up from the
cellar at night, and have it down in two
shakes in the morning."
The inspectors have to keep an eye on
the milk wagons, too. Coming out ol
the last shop the inspectors saw wagon
disappearing down the street, and sprint
ed after it for two blocks, only to find ii
loaded with empty cans. :,
"That's what we call getting alemon,' y
she painted.
But other wagons loaded with milk
were halted. The drivers were very
ready TO have their milk tested, and one
obligingly filled the inspectors ice bag
as she had q sample of condemned milk
to take to the laboratory.
"Do you spit in your wagon?" she
asked the next driver.
'I never spit anyv'eres," he solemnlJ
assured her.
"The milk runs pretty fair in this dis
trict," the inspector went on. II haf
to condemn whole wagon load yester
day, though. 1t was bad, and down In
to the gutter it went. Sometimes
driver runs away from me. | chased
one long way last week, and caugh
him, too" -,
There is a wave of excitement in th'
street when the inspector appears
"The milk lady's comingn' floats ou
| from every store.
"Reminds you of Marguerite, wast
YOUR feet, the Board of Health is on thu
street," =" said the inspector, laughing
"You'ye heard the children sing thatP'
In one shop whole family was thrown
into wild excitement by the Inspector!
request for their Board of Health per
nit.
"My wife is seek" the man explained
with many gestures, while his numerous
progeny raced hither and yon, searching
| for the permit. 1--WE live on the tol
floor; my wife is so seek. She keeps
the card''-
"what disease has. your wife got?'
asked the inspector.
"She gotta a bab'," said the man
"No hurt-a the milk"
The permit was finally found, naile'
| to the ceiling.
"You ought to hear the excuses the!
give for not having ice," the inspecto
| remarked. "It's My wife has baby,
Il buried my father last week say t.
them, Never mind your baby or you
father, but get ice.'
Some Of the shops are clean and sweet
kept By self-respecting people. Other
smell to heaven. Some are just q trifi
disorderly. In one of the latter lot o
,canaries, which were for sale, hung owe
the milk cans, but the milk stood tn
inspectors test.
"Well, these conditions aren't bad,
the inspector commented. 81 don
know that canaries are the thing to hav
Iaround milk cans, but I've seen wors