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Show WHERE SHE MADE THE MISTAKE. Mrs. Jack Frost's Experience as a Chicken Raiser. "Yes, farming is all very easy," the farmer said. "Any city person could make a success of it at the first gooff." go-off." He sneered at his three girl boarders board-ers from Chicago in order to show that he had spoken in bitter irony. "Mrs. Jack Frost," he resumed, "took the farm next to mine one year. Being from the city, she thought she would show us country people a thing or two about real farming. She began be-gan on a chicken yard. "It was a fine yard. Pretty soon a hundred eggs hatched out. There was half hens and half roosters. Mrs. Jack Frost, before sailing for Europe, separated the two sexes, and, killing all the roosters she sent them to her friends. A fine lot of spring br'ilers they made they were no bigger than squabs. "But when Mrs. Jack Frost got back from Europe, a strange sight her cnicken yard presented. It was nothing noth-ing but young roosters young roosters roos-ters crowing, young roosters swaggering swagger-ing ahout. while here, with flying feathers and squawks and blood, a terrible fight went on, and there, disregarded dis-regarded by all, lay the corpses of brave birds slain in single combat. At sunrise you could hear the crowing crow-ing of those roosters all over the county. "Poor Mrs. Jack Frost understood the theory of chicken raising all right; only, in separating the young birds, she mistook the males for the females and viea voroa " |