WHEW! STORY ABOUT AN EGO
Once upon a time, an egg was laid by a hen. Most eggs with
which ware familiar-ate laid "by hens, buthis was a particular egg,
laid particularly b)r a hen. People who were present at .the final
fate of this 'egg say that the hen must have been particular about
laying.it, as no other egg they ever met possessed such redundancy
of concentrated potentiality. There's a shprter and uglier woYd
.with which they really describe the power of tfhis egg, but we're
some dog on literary eclat, when we try. - , ,
Once upon a time, we said. The exact date, within a century
or two, is wholly immaterial, according to those who wefe, in at the
finish. This egg would have been just as good 'and no worse "if laid'
in the pleniocene, the dinosaurus, or the tfrrologdite age .Suffice
it that this egg was laid by a hen arid, in. April of the year of our
Lord, 1912 came into the possession of one Francis T McNeill, a
promising young business man of Redding, Cal.
This egg was very precious to McNeill land so he even carried
it to the services conducted Jy Rev. Glen McWilliams". an evangelist
of wondrous power from LosAngeles, who was painting the sins of v
Redding sinners with a master hand. We imagine that some of Mri1
jWilliams' pictures fitted McNeill's, sins pretty close. Anyhow, ati
A favorable pause in Rgv. McWilliaras' word painting, Mr. McNeill,"
either as a confession of sirf, or as a spontaneous contribution of
pigment for painting, arose and cast the subject of this story full
at the Rev, McWilliaras. Whereupon,, each sjnner of that concourse
of sinners, his wifej his nlan servantand his maid servant -arose,
went home and tuned on the hot water for a bath-, while, Re. Mc
Williarns burst into what the jpolice authorities who have him in
harge declare to be foul afrd profane language.
Ordinarily, you wouldn't expect this, from a preache'but we
tried-to impress upon you, early in this story, that this was no or
dinary egg. Moreover, such was the poterttiaIhyv of this- $gg that
the,, police having be&i introduce to itxih a circumambient way,
arrested M. McNeill and had him fined $25 for casting that egg.
Justice, say people who were present for one brief moment, or less; '
when that eesr was cast, for the eerer was smashed and any fellow"
having an egg with all that concentrated, illimitable potentiality
, ought to have kept it to start a revolution in some country wjiere
the public is down-trodden nd oppressed.
The moral of this story is orie which we have often, perhaps
,too indirectly triedtp inculcate Know Thy -ggsl Even the
smooth, -white, mnocent looking egg that's in your pantry today
may be 'enoughtjjmake a jreachr -swear, which is sure some po
tentiality. 4J- ' v. ' -
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