down. Some ruthless city employe may have flooded the surface of the
pond with kerosene, the merest touch of which means death to a
mosquito. Escaping all of the thousand and one accidents that may
befall, he soon rises and hums away seeking whom he may devour.

A mechanical process, that of handling milk at a model dairy farm, was
effectively presented by Constance D. Leupp in an article entitled, "The
Fight for Clean Milk," printed in the _Outlook_. By leading "you," the
reader, to the spot, as it were, by picturing in detail what "you" would
see there, and then by following in story form the course of the milk
from one place to another, she succeeded in making the process clear and
interesting.

Here at five in the afternoon you may see long lines of sleek,
well-groomed cows standing in their cement-floored, perfectly
drained sheds. The walls and ceilings are spotless from constant
applications of whitewash, ventilation is scientifically arranged,
doors and windows are screened against the flies. Here the
white-clad, smooth-shaven milkers do their work with scrubbed and
manicured hands. You will note that all these men are studiously
low-voiced and gentle in movement; for a cow, notwithstanding her
outward placidity, is the most sensitive creature on earth, and
there is an old superstition that if you speak roughly to your cow
she will earn no money for you that day.

As each pail is filled it is carried directly into the milk-house;
not into the bottling-room, for in that sterilized sanctum nobody
except the bottler is admitted, but into the room above, where the
pails are emptied into the strainer of a huge receptacle. From the
base of this receptacle it flows over the radiator in the