"Milk is for babes" says the Apostle Paul, correct as'always. But it is also for a good many other people too. There are, of course, still a number of those who wilt at the notion of drinking a draught of the blameless fluid, but these are they who choose their drinks by taste and not by due consideration of protein, fats, salts and suchlike puzzlements and who maintain that beer is better simply because it tastes better—to them. Milk, however, as a food has beer beaten. There is indeed already some suspicion that beer really is not a food at all.
Milk, on the other hand, contains practically everything required "to sustain life" as the dismal expression goes. Babies batten on it. According to how it is used milk will enlarge or reduce the female figure as required. It will build teeth calculated to put all dentists out of action. Although one cannot actually get these teeth into milk, it is a far more valuable food than meat—believe it or not just as you wish. The only advantage that a tough beefsteak has over a quart of milk is that the exercise to the jaw is greater. A nation of milk drinkers would therefore almost certainly be of milder aspect than that of a nation of steak chewers. But stay—there is nothing: more awe-inspiring than an angry bull, though milk and grass are all the food which has ever passed his lips.
Fats and protein and all the rest of it get their work done obviously in whichever way they come to you, but in milk they are unaccompanied by all the doubtful companions which gate-crash in with the steaks, the chops and the cuts off the joint.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.