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ILLINOIS STATE DAIRYMEN’S ASSOCIATION. 
Great Northwest and its officials now stood aghast and 
called its multitudinous man-milkmaid to account, decree¬ 
ing that something must be branded with large letters 
F-R-A-U-D and what more would come of it no one could 
tell but the nations sat around grinning like so many Chessie 
cats and the hungry world opened its mouth the wider and 
bawled the louder. 
Was this the picture in Apocalypse that sealed the eye¬ 
lids of the “ dreaming Iolanthe,” done in butter at the 
Centennial; perhaps, but there are those who will not 
accept.the vision. Over different lands are scattered those 
who sigh for a freehold, the joy of a homestead and one 
look more at 
“ The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, 
And e’en the rude bucket which hung in the well ”— 
They long to see again 
“ Landscapes green and cool, 
Sleek cattle standing in shadow and pool.” 
The spring, the spring-house, “ pails brightly scoured and 
delicately sweet,” and even that “ friendly tripod,” the 
milking stool. 
To them it would be music, again to hear “the pasture 
bars that clattered as they fell,” and the heavy plaint of the 
old-fashioned churn, “ Cachug! Cacliug!” groaning under 
its heavy burden of cream. 
These dream of such surroundings as would make pos¬ 
sible once more the 
“ Bowl of cream uncrudded,” 
Such “ festal dainties spread 
Like my bowl of miik and bread,” 
Or a picture like this reproduced in fact; 
“ She brought us in a beechen bowl, 
Sweet milk that smacked of mountain thyme, 
Oat cake and such a yellow roll 
Of butter—it gilds all my rhyme,” 
They hold the milkmaid of yore in fragrant memory 
and utter in benediction, 
