“That fat, white creature must be killed; just eats her old head off—will soon be too tough”—Ugh! Here Tom comes with five headless fowls. Wasn’t that a weird fancy of mine?
Truly “Me and Crankin’s two different critters.”
From the following verse, quoted from a recent poultry magazine, I conclude that I must be classed as a “chump.” As it contains the secret of success in every undertaking, it should be committed to memory by all my readers.
“Grit makes the man,
The want of it the chump.
The men who win,
Lay hold, hang on, and hump.”