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THERE ARE many people who constantly go round with faces so long they could eat oatmeal out of a gas pipe. This type of person is the particular "bait" for Earl Einwechter of New Dundee. He is at his best on an occasion like April Fool's Day. They still talk about the one he pulled in Rosevjlle some years back, before telephones were common household necessities. Mr. Einwechter has had a cream pickup route for the New Dundee creamery for 31 years. WHEN HE made his collections that April 1 he carried phony messages to all the housewives in the village and had half of them running back and forth to their neighbors on useless errands. He knew of two housewives who weren't on speaking terms with each other and who we will call Mrs. X and Mrs. Y. He went into Mrs. X's home and told her Mrs. Y had requested she come to visit. The two estranged women met about 10 a.m. and talked about everything under the sun. ABOUT NOON Mrs. Y felt she must go, but she hadn't learned why Mrs, X asked her to coe and visit. She blurted out: "Did you tell Earl Einwechter you wanted me to come over?" "Why no," Record Photo EARL EINWECHTER gasped Mrs. X, as they stood there with chagrined looks. The only unfortunate effect of this practical joke was that Earl lost the piece of pie which Mrs. Y always used to leave him. But for years after on April 1 she always reminded him of it. Dumfries, He was cutting through a field when a horse broke through I a pond. The other one fell on top of it and the team struggling in the water pulled the sleigh, loaded with six 30-gallon cans, in on top of them. Somehow, he untangled the mess but spent the next half hour wading around in the water trying to find the weights for his fish scale. ONCE, GOING around a sidehill on Andy Orr's farm, the sleigh jacknifed and upset. The farmer let his pigs out to lick up the cream thinking he would get some cheap feed, but it was too rich for them and they took sick and a veterinarian had to be called. They often tell of one driver who left his big tank in a farmer's yard while he unhitched and went in for dinner. While away the cattle in the yard had somehow gotten the bung opened and the whole load spilled onto the ground. AS FAR as cream producing went when he started, it was "the had old days." Anything and everything went into the cream can. He found spoons, spectacles, stockings, beef sausages and rats and mice in cream cans. "If the authorities hadn't cracked down and made them clean up cream, I still think I would have found a hat," he chuckled. "Nothing was wasted in the old days." EYERYONE WASN'T dirty about the cream he used to ship. In some cases It was just carelessness. They left a can to cool under a shelf and a thirsty mouse fell into It and was drowned. But in other cases, there was no excuse. "I have seen cream so rank that it would boil out over the tops of the cans when we brought It in" he claimed. Things have changed. Cream with a certain percentage of sediment is put in class "C" and shipped back to the farms. THE DAYS of the cream hauler are numbered, he thinks. "Cream producing is on its way out," he gloomily predicts, Shipping milk pays better, and there isn't as much work. Even at 66 cents a pound butterfat brings today, farmers say it doesn't pay them to separate. Then, too, many cream producers themselves are buying margarine. That Is the biggest reason the industry is dying. "I USED to take out butter on my route," he said. "I noticed when margarine came in, my butter sales were down. I found out many farmers had switched to margarine. I tried to convince them that would kill their industry but all they could see was a difference in price. We have no big shippers today like the late Ir- Perrin and John Sowa of RR 1 Ayr, who shipped 30 gallons cream every week, and duly got about 23 cents for it." HOUSEWIVES didn't feel safe when he got into the house when tbey weren't around. One of Ms favorite tricks was setting the clock an hour ahead. They wouldn't find out about it until they set the dinner table and the men-folk wouldn't show up. He would often find a table set and, when no one was around, "reset" it, much to the amazement of the cook when she returned. Even despite his tricks, he could always count on being well stuffed with pie, strawberry shortcake or liquid refreshments along his route. MR. EINWECHTER is the only "original" still with the factory where he started in 1921. The but-termaker then was a Mr. Peter-son, the late George Coleman his assistant, Elias Hallman, secretary, and the late Jack Bricker, James Henderson and E.B. Hall-man directors. Other cream haul-ers were Alex Brighton, Irvin Kavelman and a Mr. Thompson. He bought his route from the late Jimmy Bergey who had one leg, the other being kicked off by a horse. ONLY 19 at the time, he was working for his father, George, on the farm east of New Dundee. Mr. Bergey allowed him to buy the 1914 model T truck and route on credit. That was the start which put him into the trucking game, but he still drives the cream route himself every week. The model T, incidentally, was used for pleasure as well as business as he used it to court Ella Seheel of Kitchener whom he later married. THE NEW DUNDEE man got into business after the days of the square wheeled ox-carts used to collect cream in a big tank and which was unloaded as butter when they arrived back at the creamery. He did, however, start with four 30-gallon tanks into which he dumped cream from farmers' pots, pans, crocks and buckets. He carried a fish scale for weighing the individual contributions and a book for noting the weight. THERE WERE three routes to cover twice a week. One took him to Doon, Parkway, Williamsburg and back. Another went through Wrigleys Corners, Ayr and Roseville. The third (which he subsequently sold) was to Blair, Preston, Speedsville, Hespeler and Kitchener. In winter, the truck was put on blocks and' a team and sleigh were brought into use. "THAT WAS a man-killer," said, "I'd never want to do it again — starting out from home at 4:30 in the morning." They didn't plow the roads then and he had to pick his way through fields and bushes. When the snow was impassable he would unhitch the team, jump on a horses back and make them wade back and forth through the snow until they had cleared a path for the sleigh. Even