Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 November 1879 — “There’s no Money in ’em." [ARTICLE]

“There’s no Money in ’em. "

Perhaps some of our readers have seen a fossil—a person of very peculiar and ancient ideas, who never read a word about poultry, would not even allow them on the plac<*. on the plea that ‘‘there s no money in ’em'' Now this man’s natm- is Jones and he lives near L»ke Michigan. His good-matured wife loved fowls. She urged him for years to obtain some fine fowls to devour the kitchen scraps. “No, there’s no money in ’em.” Their son Harry, seventeen, and a dear lover of fine fowls, spent bis spare hoars in the yard of a neighboring poultry fancier. Harry enthusiAstii-wlly hoped some day to become a noted breeder. His father tried to keep down these hopes. Oooasionally Harry Would eloquently plead for a few fine fowls, telling how their neighbor male hundreds of dollars from a few.’ choice hens. Old Jones believed not a word of this, only answered “there’s no money in em.” * Harry’s birth day came, with it the great State Poultry Exhibition. Noted fanciers from every state in the Union and from Canada were there with their finest fowls, and reiuctantlv, Jones went also with his son. The old man was delighted. His •JE*» feasted on the lovely objects before him. He admired the beauty of this, the plumage of that and tha size of the other. He saw the beauties of Malaysia; colossal Cohins from the Orient; Games from the British Isles; Aristocratic Spanish fowls; Brahmas kicking the scales at 14 lbs. In fact more beautiful birds than the old man’s wildest visions could have dreamed es. He aaw scores of breeders who had grown gravin the business, who were gentlemen of . taste, means and polished manners He ’ nawthe friendly greeting, the warm grasp .of bands, thr kindly bow of recognition, 1 and the social chit-chat. He saw hundreds like himself, ignerant of .ibe origin, cbartc--1 teristiesand utility of the fowls on exhibition. Now that he had crossed the Rubicon a happier man was not within the hall. He saw eorae choice lots change hands at high figures. He now believed his son’s foriuer ftatemanta. Before Harry could devine his intentions he was the wner of a trio of fine fowls as'a birt bitty gift from oki man. Harry is successfully breeding his pet siock to good advantage'. The old man shares bis pleasures. He still thinks it was a big price tor a trio, yet, never •ince he crossed the threshold of that hall wheeein was held the poultry show, has hs been heard to say ‘‘there's no money in [Condensed from the Poultry