The Newark journal., 1907-09-27
A Phenomenal
 Rooster
By Max Adeler.

1eTndpS you never nOClCeQ that rooster,' said Cooley, pointing to a chicken on the fence between his yard and mine; "yary likely you never paid much attention to him! but l don't care in what light you look at him, the more you study him the more talented he appears. You talk about your American iggles and birds of freedom, and all such slush as that but that in- significant-looking chicken wonder kin give any of them 20 points and pocket them at the first shot. 1 pledge you my word that that rooster has fine traits of character that'd adorn almost any walk of life He's just lovely! I don't say anything about his voice. That's neither here nor there Al though if you're going to allude to that subject, l just want to mention that, as far as growing is concerned he kin begin earlier, knock off later, and reel of more crows in minute than any other rooster in the state.
 Most chickens are kinder stupid: but what like about him Is, that he is sympathetic; he has feeling I know last fall that my shanghai hen was taken sick while she was trying to hatch out some eggs, and that rooster was so compassionate that he used to go in, and sit on that nest for hours, trying to help her out so that she could go off recreating after exercise. And when she died, he turned right in and took charge of things; seemed to feel that he ought to be father to straddled around over those eggs for ever so long as graceful as mer maid!
 He never got much satisfaction out i of it, though. Most of them were duck eggs, and it seemed to kinder cut him up when he looked at those birds after they matched out. He took ii to heart and appeared to feel low-spifited and afflicted. He would go off and stand by himself-stand on one leg in cor lner of the fence and let his mind brood lover his troubles until you'd pity him. l It disgusted him to think how the job turned out.
 Now you wouldn't think such a chicken as that would have much courage, but as true as I'm telling you he'd just as lief fight a wagon-load of tigers as to go to sleep. He got a no there on the Baptist church steeple was alive, and he couldn't bear to think that it was up there sailing around and putting on airs over him, and good many times I've seen him try to fly up at it sos to arrange a fight. When he found he couldn't make it, he'd crow at the Baptist rooster and dare it to come down, and at last, when all his efforts were use less, would you believe that rooster one day tackled the sexton as the weathercock's next friend, and drove his spurs so far into the sexton's shanks that he walked on crutches for more'n a week I never saw a mere chicken have such fine instincts and such pluck.
 He is a splendid fighter, anyway, just as he stands. And so intelligent, too. Why, he had little fuss with Pitman's Poland rooster here some time back. and instead of going at him and taking the chances of getting licked, that chicken actually put him. self into training ate nothing but corn. took regular exercise, went to roost early, took a cold bath every morning, and got a friendly bullet to rub him down with Corncob It was wonder ful, and in a week or so he was all bone and muscle. and he tlickered over the fence after Pitman's rooster and sent him cahooting into the next world in the fourth round.
 T never saw such a rooster for intel lectual culture. Now do you know I believe that chicken actually takes an interest in politics! Oh, you may laugh, but last fall, during the cam paign, he was so excited about some thing that he couldn't eat. and the night they had the Democratic mass meeting here he roasted on the chan delier in the hall, and every time Gen. Beller made a good point that chicken would crow and flap his wings as much as to say: 'Them's my sentiments, And on the day of the parade he turned out and followed the last wagt on, keeping step with the music, and never dropping out of line but once, when he stopped to fight Republican