THE BRORUP CO-OPERATIVE DAIRY 9 



All milk supplied is sampled by experts once a 

 week. If any particular lot does not come up to the 

 required standard the farmer is warned, and if the 

 deficiency in fat or other imperfection continues, his 

 milk is refused. This rarely happens, however, as the 

 general result of such a warning is that the quality of 

 the aspersed milk improves. Indeed the milk in the 

 neighbourhood of this factory, and I believe of most 

 others, grows better and not worse. 



A co-operative dairy of this kind, although kept 

 most scrupulously clean, is not altogether a pleasant 

 place to visit. To begin with, the din caused by the 

 rattling milk-cans and machinery is great, so great 

 that the collection of information in the midst of it is 

 a matter of some difficulty, especially when obtained 

 through an interpreter. Also the floor swims with 

 water, of which a vast amount is used in the needful 

 washing of everything, with the result that any ordi- 

 nary boots are soon wet through. In order to keep 

 their feet above the level of these continual cascades 

 and pools lying in worn spots, the employes wear 

 high wooden clogs. Further, they are provided with 

 white linen overalls. 



On leaving the factory I drove to a nice-looking 

 farm that stood near, of which, I was informed, the 

 owner is one of the Brorup co-operators. Our visit 

 was entirely unpremeditated, and unfortunately this 

 gentleman, Mr. Ludvig Andersen, was away from 

 home. A very intelligent young man in his employ 

 kindly showed us over the place in his absence. The 

 holding, which comprises about a hundred acres, was 

 well cultivated, the mangolds and white turnips being 

 very good indeed and quite clean. The house and 



