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DID YOU EVER TRY TO "CORNER" A HEN?
It is lucky the hen is not attached to the land and that she can
not be induced absolutely to quit laying in the winter. Think what
the egg trust would do to us if such were the case !
The monopoly would secure the land so that only a limited
number of hens could run, and when the output of eggs in December
and January had been absolutely throttled the price of eggs would
amount to a dollar apiece. Then none but the very rich could have
It seems hard to pay 50 cents a dozen for eggs in winter, but
think what comfort the egg is even at four or five cents apiece. It
is cheaper than sirloin at 32 cents a pound, and it is getting to be
cheaper than the bacon which the beef trust sends us in glass jars
and nice pasteboard boxes. In fact, the four and five-cent egg is
about the only way we can keep nourished during these days of high
The hen is our saviour. She insists on not being cornered. Just
try to catch a hen and see how hard it is. The beef trust runs her
up into a bit of the backyard, and first thing we know she has run
between the old man's legs and is out cackling again in the open.
Sometimes we cuss her for scratching up the garden, but just
think how fine it is that she can't be attached to the soil like a rail
road! The basis of monopoly is this fixity to the soil. Given any
product where a certain location on certain ground is essential and
you can bet your last hat the trust will get it. But given a hen with
a disposition to roam at large in the dewy morning or in the frosty
afternoon, and then to benevolently seek out a soapbox and lay an
other egg beside the old doorknob, and the trust can't grapple with
When it is the hen against the trust, our bet is on the hen.
AFTER THE COLLECTION
Scene The bar of a saloon.
Enter poor woman, weeping.
"My poor little Nellie has just
been run over and killed," she
They were only hard-working
men, but their hearts were touch
ed, and soon a hat was being
passed round for the afflicted
"How old was she?" asked one
pf her rough sympathizers.
"Five years," she answered, as
she received the collection. And
then she astonished them all by
adding: "And I've had her ever
since she was a kitten."
"McKee was badly hurt in that
car smash, wasn't he, doctor?"
"Very. We had to amputate both
legs." "How sad! Will he pull
through?" "Oh, yes; we'll have
him on his feet again in less than