Los Angeles herald., 1906-04-01
Tells The Herald That
Right Man May
Persuade Him
BY 5obbie Yost
EITIUH," said Jeff, nobody but re-
RI porters ever bother me out
here and they never stay

here and they never stay
very long"
1 turned and looked down the long
sunny road toward Burbank and noted
the soft muddy bitches at either side Of
it. WELL" 1 thought, "if 1 can't out
run him, I'll fall soft anyhow" and
turned again. But the champion was
grinning and his brother Jack winked
at me, so l took courage.
1t was out on the Jeffries ranch, two
miles north of Burbank and just we'll
within the protection of the Sierra
Madre foothills. 1 had Travelled a good
distan, - interview the big man. but
even at the best L was not prepared to
meet as big man as filled up space in
the atmosphere out on the ranch.
Jeff was fixing his chickens. Clad in
a soft be shirt, turned in at neck
and sleeves, and wearing khaki trous-
ers, Jeff looked like the original farmer
man of the southwest and when he
pushed his big black Stetson hat back
from his forehead one would have hao
a hard time telling whether he was
white man or Indian, for his skin was
as brown as a berry and his black
hair straight and rather long.
I'm Just gettin' these chickens in
shape" remarked Jeff. You see when
L got this ranch the woman who had
it before 1 bought it had chickens and
L learned a while ago that all her
chickens had diphtheria.
His Chickens Cough
"Now all my hens have got the same
trouble and they go sneezin' and
coughin' around here until you think
they're goin' to die sure. L noticed
about a month ago that the chickens
were looking sick so 1 thought to my
self that I'd have to take a day off
some time and fix 'em, but today is
the first day I've had in a month and
can't tell why it is these chickens
look so sick and have such sores on
them. Just one month oughtn't to hurt
chicken much.
But say, watch me catch those
fowls. 1t takes SO much time chasin'
ound after then that I gave it up
and Jack and the man and Tige do
that part of the work"
Here Jeffries turned and shouted out
for his dog. "Oh Tige," he yelled in
the direction of his home, and the little
cottage staggered, turned partly to one
to it's foundation while the echoes came
rolling and laundering back from the
hills.
And Tige came. Just tiny fox ter
rier he was, with the most intelligent
eyes in the dog kingdom and his little
stump of tail beating tattoo in the
air. The dogs right foreleg was in a
heavy plaster cast and Jeff remarked
that he had accidently dropped a bale
of hay on the pup the week before.
But it didn't bother Tige and at the
order of his master he dived into the
chicken pen and started after the fowls.
Round and round he dashed until he
had one cornered and then he would
bite a mouthful of feathers and hold
the chicken until Jack caught hold of
it, The hen was then passed out to
jeff and one of the farm hands who
administered a heavy dose of medicine
to it. The stuff was royal purple
and was a mixture of iodine and other
fiery stuff.
AS a Veterinarian
On the bottle the directions read:
"GiVe teaspoonful in cup of water
but Jeff only grinned at the label and
proceeded to pour the stuff raw down
the fowls throats. The birds choked
and gasped and Jeff remarked: "If
they don't stand the real stuff they
ought to die anyhow so what's the
use" and he dropped fresh victim to
the ground. The chicken gasped
choked, staggered and then limped
away.
But suddenly from the barn came a
medley of sounds and Jack handed out
a Tapping, frowsled and thoroughly en-
ragged hen. Jaw, shut up" said Jeff
and he sent bunch of the purple medi-
cine down the squawking hens throat
stop" yelled the farm hand, that's
the settin hem"
Give her an extra dose TO keep the
eggs warm" remarked Jeff, and the
biddy fed, squawking, away.
The last fowl TO be captured was a
young Plymouth rock, but before the
bird could escape one of Jeffries' dogs
grabbed it and threw the leg out OF
joint.
look for the ak, which failing to find
he caught the unfortunate pullet by the
head, described an arc through the all
with his arm and the headless body ol
that chicken fell twenty feet away.
Then Jeff quit work and started tc
walk around his farm, carrying flf-
teen-pound walking stick with him.
No More Ring
Nav, never going back to the fight
ring again." said Jeff.
"But wasn't going to ask you that,
said.
eS you would When you got rouno
that far" continued the champion, and
again | looked toward the distant rail
way station at Burbank and admitted
that JEFF was right again. 1t was toe
far to run on warm day.
You see," said Jeff, 'it's this way
| When a fellow has got some money
what's the use of chasin' round loolSln
for more. 1t don't do him no good and
he can't take it with him when hi
dies; that is most OF them that has
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