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Show N More Milk. "There is no more milk in the world, " said an old gourmet as he sat at his luncheon at the Manhattan club. ' 'It has gone, and not even a bubble of regret seems to mark the Bpot where it sank out of sight. Milk, the earliest staff of all generations, is now a thing unknown in polite circles. It's all cream now. It does not matter whether I dine here or in Texas or in California, everywhere the waiters ask: 'Will you fake cream in your coffee?' and 'Will you have cream hot or cold?' The good old staple, milk, is no longer called by name. Even in Chicago they call it cream. Milk is tabooed. It has gone out of existence with the word 'woman, ' the word 'undertaker, 'un-dertaker, ' the word 'dress' and a lot of other noble terms. Now it's always cream, lady, funeral director and gown wherever you go, even in Chicago. And yet the 'cream' is often pale blue and thin, and if it was not served as cream I would swear it was milk, and darned bad milk at that. " New York Sun. |