It looked like a large endless belt of dough, a broad continuous mat and the next step came when it was picked up by a belt of cloth, and brought under a stamping machine which punched out twenty biscuits with" each turn of the wheel. The trimmings after the punching, were led off to one side and deposited back on the first counter to be thrust into the rollers again, 1 Meanwhile the biscuits were carried along on to a long tray where they were dropped with ma-chinalike precision onto a cooking pan. Each pan carried 50 biscuits and the machine was operated that the tray would not move until the entire 50 were on it.
The tray continued on its belt a few feot up to the mouth of a oven where it was taken by two men and placed on another endless belt or track which ran through the oven with the fire both under and over the biscuits going through the process.
One could not see the biscuits being baked, one only saw a largo brick wall Seith a small opening through which ran the tracks. The wall was hot and but for that one could not tell it was an over The reporter was then taken some" hundred feet along a corridor to the back of the oven where he found the destination of the tracks and biscuits. They were coming out of the narrow opening, three trays ata time, Those were lifted by two men, beautifully browned, to a where were gathered some score women who lost no time in filling up an endless supply of ans, wooden boxes and cartons with, them.
The whole operation from—the start of the mixing to the packing when the biscuits were put away before they had a chance to cool, did not take more than 15 ites and in the entire opera-the biscuits were touched only by the men who thrust the dough between the rollers and by the women who packed them, The operation was a marvel.to watch, The rolling, punching, loading machine was of English manu-future and the reporter was told that a normal day's output of the machine was 7200 1b, of flour How many biscuits this would turn out was beyond his ability to comprehend, but they were all taken by the greedy oven and the alert women who packed them for immediate sale.
He was told that the factory has little storage space and the biscuits go out for the fPXdo demand muck faster than they can be baked. One thoroughly understands this constant demand when one realizes the spotless cleanliness of the factory, and everyone in it, And for the benefit of those who have often thought how fine would be to work in a candy factory 0 one could have one's fill at no cost, be it said that not one ployee yesterday was seen eating biscuits, Thus was another illusion shattered.
The Meat Packers The same plan of endless production one had seen in the biscuits. was repeated in the meat products. The reporter saw a long line of doors in an outhouse and on vestigation he found a considerable number of the whitest, healthiest, nicest looking pigs he had ever seen, They too were awaiting a systers like the biscuit machine and though he saw pigs going into a kiteher fas spotlessly clean as the entire diseuit department, and later saw cans bearing pictures of pigs, he could not find where the squeal had gone, but he surmised that like everything ele in the factory had been put to some profitable use, The mere fact that over a score of products are canned from pigs gives rise to some interesting conjectures. On retrospect the veporter is not yet' sure that that squeal does not appear again when someone thrusts a can-opener into" one of the 20 pig products. Just which one is a fascinating mystery.
Another house carries a counties number of hams. Another has a hundred score of pigeons, other (Cositinued on Page 12:
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