Milkery

But a cow confined on ship-board, in the stable of a private citizen, or in the narrow stenchy stalls of the milkeries which supply cities, does not live a natural life, and can not by any possibility give natural, healthful milk; […]

Now contrast this with the untidy manner in which many farmers allow their milkers to milk the cows—hair unbrushed, full of husks and straws, perhaps, just as they come from loading hay or threshing grain; […] When we think of the condition of the hands and clothes of those who “go to the milkery” without washing, or change of raiment, or brushing the hair, we can not wonder that poor milk and butter are so common, even if there was no other reason for it.

There were eight cows in the milkery where we went—a room thirty-five feet deep by sixteen wide.

Women’s clubs meet daily at the dairy and get an air plug as an inducement to gather at the milkery.

[…] what more nutritious additive than the flesh of dead fems and of fem-cubs who did not survive the milkery?

Mr. Speaker, if you get sentenced to one year imprisonment in this country, you get nothing at the end of 12 months though you have probably contributed in the growing of vegetables, the brining up of chickens, in the piggeries, in the milkery, in the carpentry shop, in the brick-making, et cetera.

The town of Bethlehem back then / Had little commercial development. / Agriculture was the going thing: / There in the new milkery building / The place to go was the Shepherds' club. / It gave out awards and passed out grub: / Whoever raised a healthy goat / Took home a prize, good cause to gloat. / But if you raised a breeding bull, / You got an authentic Solomon's scroll.

Every barn is a new discovery. One houses the creamery. […] In another barn is the milkery and yet in another right next to it are the newly born lambs.