The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-11-24
ables for the Elite.
BY DOROTHY DIX.

ONCE uPon Time there was an
old Hen who was the happy
Mother Of an Infant Phenomenon.
He began TO Crow in the Cradle at an
age when other Chickens were merely
Cheeping. and he sp-outed a Comb
before the other little BOOSTERS had
grown enough Pin Feathers to enable
them to appear in Public without be-
ing arrested by Mr.. Anthony Com
stock
This precociousness caused the old
Hen to swell up with lf-cOmplacency
ana 70 go around Dragging about what
her little Chick said and did until all
her Friends who did not care for Ster-
llized Baby Talk began to run for their
Lives when they saw her coming.
we opine," they said that Life is
full enough Of Trouble and Affections
without adding lnfantile Bon Mots to
sc, and that ANYBODY is justified in try
ing TO escape from the Mother of an
Infant Wonder If they can. Besides.
We have Chicks of our own that we
desire to talk ABOUT if we can get any
body to Listen to us"
This, however, did not cause Mrs.
Hen TO moult feather. ANY one can
see with half an eye" she thought
that my Son is the Cock of the Walk.
anO that his talents put all the other
Chicks into the COnsOmme. and I do
not blame their Mothers for being
jealous Of Ne"
Mrs. Hen had no manner of doubt
but that her son was Headed for the
Temple of Fame, and would reach it
at & leo gait. but one thing Worried
her She could not decide which Halo
would be most becoming to his Noble
Brow"
Personally" she said. Ct should not
object to his writing like Shakespeare
but I have Friend who is a Theat-
rical Manager, who says that the Bard
Of Avon Is a Dead One now, and that
there is no money i'm Poetry. anyway.
Neither should 1 refuse TO let him
become President if il were not for the
Exhaustng Nature oe a Political Cam
paign. To be an Admiral in the Navy
or a Major General IL the Army is well
enough for ordinary Creatures whose
places can be filled if they should be
Killed, but IL would not be Right to
RISK such a Valuable lie as my Son :
IN Battle, while as Tor being the Pres
ident Of Trust, I cannot bear to
think Of his Wasting his Great Intel
leet merely Piling up Millions
Unfortunately for him, the little
BOOSTERS found Mamma would never
let him go TO School for fear he might
be kept back in his classes. nor would
she let him play with the other little
Boosters lest they might Peck upon
him. so he grew up thinking he was
the Greatest Ever. and went about with
Chesty Front and a Swell Head.
BY and by it became necessary for
him 10 get out from under his Moth
er's Sheltsring Wings and go out into
the world and Scratch for Living.
I shall not be gone long" he said
10 his weeping parent for you know
have always Displayed Great Talent,
and / Opine that all I viii have to do
viii be to show myself to Win all the
Blue Ribbons in the Poultry Show. and
1 shall soon return to YOU overloaded
with Dough and covered with Hon
OrS.'
With these words the young Rooster
struJted forth, but greatly to his sur
prise he did not appear TO create a
Single Flutcer OF excitement in the
world
Nobody seemed to be waiting about
with a Laurel Wreath or to solicit him
TO accept large and lucrative posi-
ton, ana when he began to tell about
how Prec0ciOus he was as a Child and
TO explode some of his Baby fireworks
they Knocked him.