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Evening Star, Issue 22455, 28 September 1936, Page 1

«Talking of hens,” remarked the American visitor, “ reminds rac of an old hen my dad once had. She would hatch out anything, from a tennis ball to a lemon. Why, one day she sat on a piece of ico and hatched out two quarts of hot water.” “ That docsn t come up to the club-footed hen my mother once had.’’ remarked the Irishman. “ Thcv had been feeding her by mistake on sawdust instead of oatmeal. Well, sor, she laid 12 eggs and sat on them, and when they hatched 11 of the chicks bad wooden legs and the twelfth was a woodpecker.”-