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Show Oippling By WALT MASON. HENS. I have a dozen silly hens I bought to make High Cost look sick; and It w.ould take a powerful lens to see JUBt where they do the trick. 'Twas in a poultry magazine 1 read that chickens always pay; they lay largo eggs, and said eggs mean a handsomo profit every day. That publication missed its guess, or tried to put some bunk across; tho female roosters I possess are nothing but a total loss I dreamed when first I took them home, of selling sell-ing eggs about the town; no raoro I'd hawk the dippy ,pome, and have my patrons pa-trons beat me down. A basketful of henfruit ripo I'd proudly tako upon my arm, and draw eight plunks or maybe nine such dreams of commerce have their charm. Alas, my hens are golden gold-en bricks, thoy loaf around on idle legs; their squawking voices answer "Nix," when I beseech them for some eggs. They ent all kinds of greens and grain what such things cost my ledger tells; I feed egg tonics all in vain, they won't lay eggs, nor even shells. That delegate was surely daft who wrote that hens would help out fine; wo cannot beat the High Costi graft by keeping hons or cows or I swine. I 00 |