The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-05-24
PATCHING HARD-Bo1LED EGGS.
A Chicago Merchants shrewd Scheme
TO Attract People.
From the CHICAGO Tribune

TO Attract People.
From the Chicago Tribune
A man who sells butter, eggs and cheese
in State street basement has invented an
advertising dodge that will probably get
him mobbed. On one side of the hole in
the pavement, which is the entrance to shops
of that class, stands a glass case. For
months past it has contained samples of
butter and cheese, but Yesterday
morning its contents inspired de
gree OF asto aishment in TaSsers-
| by that caused large number of people to
be late to business. What they saw was a
dozen highly-coored Easter eggs on a cast
iron arrangement with a lighted kerosene
Lump attachment, labeled Golden Gate In
| cubatoP; Watch 'em Hauchn
The SHELLS of several of the eggs were in
dented, and through a crack in one could be
seen little chick actually caught in the
act OF being Matched! Around the floor of
the case bits of colored shell were scattered
and most marvellous of all the chickens
which had just picked their way out of them
and were hopping about as lively as crick
cts were, like the eggs, of all the colors Of
the rainbow. A Thermometer resting
against the cast-ircr arrangement register
ed 621S'.
That's right, said seody. middle-aged
man carryinr u dinner basket; that's The
temperature required to hatch eggs arti-
| hclally. Even So would chill EN- and 63'
would give 'em the pip
wy, bless my souiw cried an old lady
who had driven IN from the country with a
| i1rkin of butter, ''who ever set eyes on q
| pink an blue chicken beforeH
Amt tue eggs the same colorF' inquired
| the man with the dinner basket argumenta-
| lively.
80 they be, but what has the color of
the eggs to do with the color of the
| chicks!"
"Mebbe the colorn' soaked through. 8"
suggested a farmer, whose load of lettuce
was awaiting purchaser around the corner
| on South " alter street. I'VE see the chick
that's just benz Matched is white an SO is
the SHELF
Bah, said newcomer, contemptuous-
| ly. they're Easter eggs and they've been
boiled. Did you ever hear Of boiled egg
hatchingp
By this time the sidewalk was blocked
clear to the curb, and the debate as to how
the chickens came to be colorcd like the
eggs had become general and rather excited.
The seedy man insisted that it " as a natural
law that newly Matched chickens were in
varably of the same color as the shell of
the egg which gave them birth. He quoted
Scripture in support of his position; if
Jacob could raise striped cattle or not at his
own sweet will, why could not a true be-
lever of the nineteenth century raise red,
white and b ue chickens! The seedy man
succeeded in convincing nearly everybody
but the individual who had asserted that
the eggs were boiled, and consequently
could not be Matched.
These chickens" he said, shave been
patched out by some old hen and painted
with a camel's hair brush and different col
ored inks by the proprietor of the shop
just to attract crowd and advertise his
business
Here comes the proprietor now, " said the
Seedy man; TASK him.
The proprietor was calm and business
like. He opened the glass case, turned up
the wick OF the burning lamp a trifle, ex-
amined two or three Of the eggs carefully,
and shut up the case again. The crowd
watched him in breathless silence.
"Wern'J those Easter eggs boiled as hard
as bricksp inquired the skeptical individ-
ual as the proprietor was returning to his
basement.
Certainly. Why do you ask"
"And You expect them to hatchg
"Why, of course
"What! Hatch boiled eggsl"
"Young man, did you ever run an incu-
bator!"
"No-no; but"
well, then, you don't know what you're
talking about
And the proprietor returned to his base
ment.
After dark, when the crowd had dis
persed, the seedy man emerged from the
basement, turned out the lamp in the glass
case, threw an old coat over the parti- colored
chicks and put up the shutters.