The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1926-01-14
What Is A Chicken?

care you a contestant for the "pret-
test chicken in the show prize
offered by the Grove Store?" father
ly looking gander asked of fixey
young turkey hen this morning.
REALLY, sister, | think you would win
it in a walk" She blusiled demurely.
"Now look here, Grandad," she said,
"No fattery. | am here to get all the
good things that are coming my way
but l am not letting the high altitude
affect my modesty nor the $3.50 pure
water addle my BRAIN" The gander
scratched his chin and glancing across
the aisle, saw couple OF rabbits
doubled up laughing at the clever
rapartee. "Do you know" one rabbit
said to the other" it would take Su
preme Court decision to decide exactly
what is meant by that Chicken ex-
preston. Candidly, l think you are the
stunningest thing in this whole show
but I'll bet my hat that the prize will
go to that chicken who lives over on
Platt Avenue who was in here this
morning and she isn't even connected
with the show as contestant: don't
know if we rabbits are classed as chic
kens even if we are listed as poultry"
The gander overheard this and he
felt that he had been Stumbled. His
feelings were hurt so be resumed read
ing the morning paper. About the
first thing his eye fell ON was a re-
printing of that old joke about the
minister who was sitting at hotel
table down in Texas, intently studying
the bill Of fare brought him by the
white aproned fairy. "How is the
chicken today" he innocently asked
indicating that item on the menu card.
"Pretty well, thank you, How are
your" she answered.
The gander laid aside the paper and
wiped his glasses. He was more con-
fused than ever. "Now what do you
think of that" he said, What is q
chicken anyhow, Damfino".
"Wen, that's some distinction said
a Rhode Island Red. EVERYBODY knows
that the greatest state in the unlOn
was named for our family and that
Montana would amount to something
if it wasn't SO far away from it. 1t
is thousands of miles from here and 4
feel secure when that prize is award
ed"
"A Plymouth Rock rooster wa1ed
sarcastic at this point. "Say," he said,
"It would take fine microscope be-
fore anyone could find that midget of
sand and rock and egotism that wags
it's tail to the name of Rhode Island
Did you ever hear of William Brad
ford? Well, his wife, so history says,
slipped on a rock and nearly busted
herself when she stepped off the May
flower. They named it Plymouth Rock
as several of my ancestors were on
the boat too, and those pilgrims con-
sidered them as being the smoothest
and slickest brand of chickens in the
world. To this day the Bostonians
use language that is about as easily
understood as our own. That comes
from their close association with us as
the Indians were such thieves that for
almost hundred years the Pilgrims
had to roost their chickens right in
their kitchens. Boston is long, long
ways from here and your uncle Dudley
isn't worrying as to who will get those
three bucks offered by the Model
Drug. He lit his pipe and resumed
his reading of Driftwood.
A Bantam rooster sat over in.-the
corner reading an encyclopedia. He
was an evolutionist and was trying to
connect his family up with that of
the hummingbird, and said so. A
Brahmen rooster suggested to him
that he probably descended from a flea
that came over on the Plymouth Rocks