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It is Ralph Waldo Trine, I think, who says that "So long as there
remaineth in it the crow of a cock or the lay of a hen a city is not a
city." But I would not base the citifiedness of a city upon the mere
crow of a cock any more than on the census. It is a vulgar criterion.
For human nature is human nature and nothing betrays human nature like
hens. It is not surprising, therefore, that some woman has sneaked into
the city limits a mess of hens. Neither is it an aspersion on the
police.
Besides this was to be about eggs.
Has anyone noticed how eggs of late years are never just eggs, but
classified? The hens seem to lay them classified. There are hen eggs and
pullet eggs and large hen eggs and small hen eggs and large pullet eggs
and small pullet eggs and strictly fresh eggs and ranch eggs and choice
eggs and large dark eggs and all-mixed eggs and fresh cracked eggs and
mixed color eggs and small brown and, oh, hundreds of sub-divisions.
The very latest I noticed were "dirty" eggs, 2 cents cheaper. I look
next for "small dirty eggs." Why should they sound so unrefined? More so
some way than "small dirty boys." But an artist must paint life as he
sees it and I saw these "dirty" eggs on that bazaar - and bizarre - of
diversities - Fillmore street.
On Haight street I saw "extra fresh eggs" and how an egg can be more
than "fresh" I fail to see.
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