The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-08-13
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some chickens OF our own" said Mr..
Mary Ellen at the breakfast table.
The eggs we get would make hen
blush. They are always high. too.
Didn't you pay 80 cents a dozen last
winter"
Mary Ellen admitted she did.
That's outrageous. We could raise
our own eggs for much less than that.
And have fresh ones in the bargain.
And broilers, too. Think Of delicious,
tender brOilers::"
Mary Ellen was not partial to keep
ing chickens: but she only said mild
ly: Chickens are a sort of nuisance,
aren't they?"
Not if they are taken care Of
properly"
well. do just as you please. Fresh
eggs would be nice"
That night a consignment of Rhode
Island Reds arrived.
The next day the iceman left the
gate open and the Rhode Island Reds
streamed into the yard, as If putting
foot on their native heath. With a
meditativc eye Mary Ellen watched
them as they settled down Industrious
ly to the task of over-hauling Mr.. Mary
Ellen's pet flower border. They had a
grand time. They followed the trail
of each worm to its beginning in The
lower regions. They took dust baths.
They INDUCED in vigorous leg exer.
cises. When the day was done and
darkness fell from the wings OF night,
their wings were folded contentedly
over sense Of duty thoroughly per.
formed.
What in thunder is the matter with
the fowers?" exploded Mr.. Mary Ell.
len as he viewed the wreckage.
THE iceman left the gate open and
the chickens got in" said Mary Ellen
meekly Isn't 1t too bad?"
Mr.. Mary Ellen salked gloomily in.
to the house. The next morning a
sign. shut the Gate" adorned that
feature of the domicile.
About 10 o'clock excited sQuawks
and the furious footing of an auto horn
rose on tile air; and as the car whirled
on the king Of the flock, the resplend-
ent rooster, lay mutilated wreck by
the roadside.
I'm awfully sorry, dear, but the
rooster was killed today by an auto"
why don't you keep them up?"
You said they were to run out
So Mr. Mary Ellen spent the eve
ming mCnding the fence around the
chickenyard. He was not an expert
carpenter. and his hands looked the
worse for the experience when he
came in.
did you get any eggs today" he
asked warily
mo, guess chickens have to get
used to a place before they lay"
The days passed and still the eggs
refused to apear.
Maybe it doesn't agree with them
to be kept up" suggested Mary Ell.
len.
what In thunder can you do with
them? You cant let EN- run and
you can't keep 'em up"
They are a problem" said Mary
Ellen alphabetically. And It takes
so much Of your time to read up about
chickens. It's a shame. You never
get to read the magazines or new
books or anything any more. That
last book | got was corker. just the
kind you like"
Mr. Mary Ellen sighed. A few days
later he said, Those chickens are
scratching themselves awful"
Maybe they ought to be creased
Creased"
Yes. | have heard that when chick
ems get to scratching themselves you
have to catch them and grease them
about the head and the wings and such
places. It's mess to do It."
mot for mine" said Mr.. Mary Ellen
I'm no hen lubricator"
But dear, they won't be healthy II
you don't grease them
"Then they can pine away and die
drat EN-"
1T is shame for you to have to
work so hard wish you did not have
them. You are just wearing yourself
out over those chickens. And they
! don't pay. either. They are not worth
t."
The next day somebody called and
said Mr.. Mary Ellen. with a twinkle
in her eye. watched them depart.
+, "Yes. I did work hard" said Mr.
Mary Ellen that night after supper
But l didn't mind that. II 1t had
paid 1t would have been all right. But
there is no sense in going on with a
thing that does not pay"
Not hit" said Mary Ellen blithe.
1 IL. Only not everybody has the sense
Won have to see it."-Chicago Post