The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1893-12-03

Lehrers orchestra is improving inn
mensely and its music is now las soft !
as an echo, and tender as the memo /
ries of outh and love"
~
THE LEADER reporter ran up against
chicken fancier yesterday, and after
somewhat desultOry conversation
apropos chicken thieves and the various
brands of chickens, the reporter asked
him what he thought about the state
ment recently printed that chickens
have language.
"Of course they have a language"
said he. "Everything that has voice
has language. For what else can we
have the vocal expressions of emotion?
Had not Alfred Tennyson language,
and what was he? An infant crying
for the light. aud with no language
! but n cry. More can he learned in
chicken yard about speech than Gar
ner could learn in his gorilla-proof
cage in African jungles There may
be heard the language of love, an
nouncements of discove cry, invitations
to dine, cries of alarm, shouts of def
ance, challenges to combat, the cheer
of victory the nuezzin's call and the
hymn to the rising sun.
I'm beginning To study u language
| it is more dltii ault to distinguish sen
.ences than single words am not
/ - .; kn
but think ! have found the words
which being interpreted are: Here is
fresh corn, chud area, and keep close
20 the coop my dears, and once
neard cock cry, "A hawk! sauve qui
pent" so plainly that knew what he
said although he was mistaken aud
had been frightened by an uncom-
monty large pigeon.
Emotional expressions form only
the basis of language, but there is in
every company of we'll bred fowls
multitude of low sounds which must
denote interchange of ideasi and when
some student of gallinacious psy-
chology shall translate them into our
language we shall find that chicken
yard is as full of talk as a council
chamber or woman's club"
-
A very pleasant and withal accom-
plished young lady of this city read
for this first time the other night sew
eral writings of that greatest OF analy-
teal authors, Edgar Allen Poe. 1t
might be well TO state before going
further that the time was ThanksgiV-
ing night and that the young lady was
temporarily alone in her home. With
considerable SOU eamishness she pc
rused the Murders in the Rue
Morgue" and nothing daunted waded
nto the "Masque of the Red Death, y
and the Evil Eye The miss was
considerably worked mp by this time
and every sound in the room or out
seemed as loud as a thunder clap
However, she braced herself and
tackled the "I3lack Cat"
That settled it.
When the family came home at a
late hour the young lady was missing
while the book she had been reading
was lying blistered and eharred on the
stove. Faint groans coming from the
kitchen startleo the mother and with
many forebodings she rushed into the
culinary department-but no daughter
was to be found Search revealed
piece of calico sticking from the pan
try door. Upon opening the door
something" fell heavily to the moor
The something" proved 10 be the
young lady in dead swoon. After
being brought to she explained herself
, as follows:
THAT Black Cat story completely
upset me. After reading il about
half through, | thought would barri'
8 cade the house and at once proceeded
TO the kitchen 10 see II the windows
were locked. This finished, I opened