The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-08-19
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It has been said that the cry of the baby has been the same from the time when Mother Eve quieted the restless Cain at her bosom to now, and there is also the state ment that the cry of the child is tho same around the world; but one thing is sure, and that is every mother knows the cry of her own child
 But if we are to believe the chick enolosists the crow of the cock has not run true to note, but has con stantly varied. Take, for instance, the growing of the Maylayan cocks found in lofty forests and in dense thickets, as well as in bamboo jun gles is like that of a bantam and never prolonged as in domesticated fowls
 There is another species of jungle fowl in India, the call of which is very peculiar, being d broken and imperfect kind of crow, and more like cackle. There is yet another type with a singularly different voice, his crow being dyssallabic. have merely mentioned these varie- ties in the wild fowls, and have no notion at present of writing a story about barnyard music, though whea it comes to ragtime the growing of the 500 roosters at Demopolis the morning of the famous sale had jazz beat mile
 
 Some day some man will do for poultry what some of the bird lovers have done for the birds by studying their notes and reducing them to musical forms, give us a new theory of music. I'll admit, however, that it is not pleasant to think of the racket which would break forth if Uncle Sam were to gather into one great barnyard for musical and ex- hibition purposes all varieties of poultry.
 What a noise they would make! The millions of geese would hiss It us as we walked by them; the ducks would quack in such chorus as we startled them as to make converse ton impossible; the turkey gobblers would set such a gobble that we couldn't hear anything else; the growing of the vast army of roosters would be enough to wake the dead; while the cackling of the hens would cause us to think that there was about to be a deluge of eggs.
 There is something soothing, how ever, in poultry. It somehow makes place homelike to see drove of geese waddling about in the pasture, a flock of ducks floating lazily in mid stream, busy hens scratching around in the barnyard, while .ns roosters look on complacently; and even the parading and posturing of for they add just that bit of swag- ger and color which adds to the pie ture In such a scene the hiss or the geese, the quack of the ducks, the gcbble of the turkeys and the crow ing of the rooster is harmonized in the contented singing of the hens.
 No man or woman ever raised on . farm ever forgets the memory of such things. They may have changed their way of living garbed themselves in city clothes, and adopt ed new modes of thought. but always in their subconsciousness there is the music of the barnyard singing ID their souls and a wish some day to be back where they can taste ths simple pleasures of life.
 I suppose that this Is why that every country boy who sets his face towards town does so with the reser- vation that he, Is only going Into business in the city just long enough to make a stake and then come back to the farm to enjoy 1t. And so to the end of time suppose country lads come to town and become rich will always look forward to the time when they get back to the old home in the grove. with q branch nearby, and spend their old age potterins around the fields and feeding tho chickens.
 But to most of us 1t Is as far sv .s 4ke not of told at the foot of the rainbow. just something to dazzle ana Allure, but always out Of reach; and many despairins of their dr Gam aver comlng true. just convert their back yard into barnyard ana All their ears with the singing O. hens and the growing or roosters iD kind of | nake-bslisve that they are back on the old farm.
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