Tell a story about this picture.
The next time you drink a glass of milk think about what a long journey it has taken.
The milk in the bottle in this picture came in a big can from the cow to the railroad station, on the train to the city dairy where it was bottled and tested. It was then sent out in a large auto truck to the delivery wagon which took it to the duwell family.
Does the milk which you use take as long a journey as that?
“Did you find out where the milk comes from?”
“Oh yes, from the farms. Teacher showed us pictures of cows; some with tan and white coats—Jerseys; and some with black and white coats—Holsteins, I think she said. I should love to see real cows.”
“So you shall, dear, the next time we go into the country.
“I remember,” continued Mrs. Duwell, “hearing your grandfather say that when he was a boy he had to be out of bed before daylight, sometimes as early as three o’clock, and go out into the cold barn to milk the cows.”
“Three o’clock in the morning!” exclaimed Wallace, who had just come in.
“Yes; then he had to hurry into the kitchen for breakfast, then out again, hitch up old Dobbin, load the milk cans on the wagon and drive to the nearest station to catch the milk train. He had to do all this by six o’clock—before most people in the city think of getting up.”