Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1908-01-29
FOR THAT TIRED FEELING.

poultrymen get that tired feeling.
They treat their hens rs some farm
ers DO their farm machinery. You
may find the mowers down In the
meadow where the last swath was cut.
the scythe in the sour apple tree and
the self binder I'm snowdrift. That
man may belong 10 the grange. but he
is no farmer. and his main crops are
.moriSH Ses. Canada thistles and trou-
BILE. lie needs spruce beer tonic. His
chickens roost On the old pear tree and
the wagon wheel. and his taxes are
larger than his wheat crop
When man Processes religion. there
are times when his liabilities are his
assets. and no one knows that his
bank vaults are full OF hot air till they
blow up Sometimes he succeeds in
fooling all the people all the time. But
when waa pretcnds TO be Il farmer
he has 20 show the goods The condi-
ton OF his farm gives the game away.
He may gab all day on scientific prln-
ciples in agriculture. but his neighbors
round the stove at the crossroads store
wink the other eye
Such are some professed poultry
men. They ike TO visit other fellows
plants 10 suggest improvements, to
judge their stock and TO braE up their
own goods. II cackle gets any one TO
the good place. they will surely get
n seat up front with the angels.
After enduring a continual harangue
from one OF these smart Alexis for sew
eral months we concluded TO visit his
plant. Happily he was absent. and
we had quiet view. We got enough
His pens were old shacks filled in with
coal ashes. There were young scrubs
rooSting on the lousy nests. Little
crooked backed roosters and wry tail
ed. twisted tced hens ran TO greet us.
We felt like telephoning for n barrel
OF corn. They were starving. We did
take the liberty 10 ill up the dry
pans that were lying around haif filed
with filth, and you would have thought
those chickens would drown them
selves.
II was the worst combination OF lice,
droppings and diseased stock we have
witnessed. The proprietor. unaware
OF our visit, met us on the street the
next day and, after learnedly discuss
ing the merits of the dry feeding
method, he informed US that he was
about 10 try an original formula for
forcing hens 10 lay, and If he succeed
ed in increasing the daily output Of his
own pens he would shortly manufac-
ture egg tonic" on n large scale. We
stopped. looked and listened" and as
we tore ourselves away We unused
whether that man needed a tonic or a
club.
As we are ION eggs" we will simply
say he needed eggnog.
Now, there are others" 1t isn't lust
some poultrymen and some farmers
that ought to be arrested for cruelty
to animals" but there are enough
back yard fanciers in our towns and
villages OF the same careless character
who ought 10 be locked up or made TO
clean up.
And now. while we are talking about
egSnog, IL is appropriate to say that
these people who are continually Civ
ing tonics to their chickens are putting
the medicine into the wrong trough.
There is no likelihood of their LAYING
eggs. and. SO far as cackle Is con-
cerned. they cackle too much now. but
II certainly is plain enough that they
need something TO make them do some
thing so that their chickens may prove
something of what these cocks on the
high perch" OF poultrydom are cac-
king. Give them good dose Of gin
ger, red pepper. fenugreek. and add a
large amount OF charcoal for disin-
fectant, for they need II badly.
They have bad attack Of wind
puff" and, as you do with chickens af-
hicted with that disease. just run
few hatpins into them and let out the
"hot air"
II the right man is behind the hens
there is no need OF egg stimulant what
ever. The best OF the egg tones is
made up Of one ounce OF fenugreek.
two ounces OF red pepper. one ounce of
venetian red and twelve ounces OF
filler.
One pound at % cents shows the
vast profit that is made from people
who are too lazy, too careless or too
stingy to take proper care of their
fowls.
"You are getting no eggs this win
teri"
My friend. you need egSnog. Mix
your brains with pains. and then you'll
get the gains.