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WHERE THEY GET IT IN THE NECK
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y JOANNA -tlNOLI. '
I1ANK80IV1NO day wai el-
IF only turkey birds were wise they'd read the sporting pages,
Discovering there the secret rare of lengthening out their age
By training down instead of up they'd so reduce their meat
That when Thanksgiving day comes round they'd not be fit to c?
And when the buyer came along to talk with Farmer Jones
He'd say, "Why, I these birds can't buy they're only skin and bon '
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rjSil THANKSGIVING, 8Bfe
BrJWijp p"" "",ir ,mr HdiHff
AS the psalm of our Thanksgiving
fur the harvest gathered In.
For tbe crowded crib inn) bin.
Floats across tbe country places,
Over aleepy, snowy spaces,
The little wlilte flukes spin
A aoft covering uf wonder, where.
aafely folded under,
Tbe new life wall within
Pur tbe plowliiK and the sowing
And another harvest growing
When tbe aoft spring ralna begin.
-Kobert Gilbert Welih In Ht. Iiula
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AN OLD TIME
An nged lady recently contributed to
the Hroukl.vn Citizen thin description
of n New Ktiglnnd Thanksgiving l lin e
(jniirlers of ii century ago. when life
wns Nluipler ii nd suuer than today:
Thu houso wus cleaned from the
roof to tln eellnr the week before. n
Thanksgiving In New Kiiglund wan i
greater holldiiy tlinii Christmas or Now
Yenr'it und It must ho observed t.
everybody. Tlio house wns toll of nice
odors. One tiny It was mlncu plu iiml
fried cukes, then U would bo Mwect
pickles nud election enke. then pump
kill pics-my sister Persia counted tell
In n row-then plum pudding und
Wednesday night u chicken pie tint
would almost crowd the top of the
oven nud would come on to the table
n piece uf It, 1 inenii. wiiriniil iiK
every Sunday till the next year. It
held the plumpest chickens mid sweet
npple (pinners Hint had been hair
dried, mid the meat nud gravy were
sweet ns the npiles, mid splec utel
other U'nodles, mid nil lu n l.trse milk
pun. with u ilaky crust ut top and hot.
ti.in u iiinrtcr of nn Inch thick.
To makit that crust I'ersls mid I unit
to bum clean corueolm In mi Iron un
tie nud nut her up the ashes, und moth,
er poured hot water on them, then
htniliied the liquid und stirred It Into
some bntlermllU, and that mndo It buh
blu mid lizzie Just as siida uowiidnys,
Thursday morning wo were up bright
nud early, mid mot her rend u chapter
lu the lllble. Then wo all stood up
while father prayed for us, mid I felt
11 1 most like crying. It was so solemn,
but I forgot nil over the nice breakfast
nud the walk of 11 mllii to tbe church
and the iniislc uud the return ut uooti
to n dinner smoking hot on the table.
Mother hud arranged a party for in
that evening, but we could uot unit
for that, so our sleds were brotiKht
iut, and we climbed tlio lone hills with
group or slrli mid boys uud scuteii
ourselves, letllug one boy ride with us
on vneb side to steer It.
Tbe parlor wus ull In order. The
floor wus covered wltb white sunt!
swept into curves. Tbe woodwork wns
n brlijUt blue, white ansb curtulus m
tbe windows and a pluln stand with
a green haircloth on It um. a lorgc
lllble resting on that. Six wooden
chnlrs nud u stiff backed rocking chaii
composed the furniture of the room.
Stiff and formal as It looked. Hint was
not the place, for party or party mimes.
The mil room was for our pleasure
ground II wui large uud roomy.
miii upon Mitt Abby Uullotn.
Hiir, but thrifty, Id ber cot
tn tie at tin- end of tbe town.
und tier only near neighbors, tb
llciius. Miss Abby. being a Now Eng
ender, wa alWnya prepared. The
lle.ius. being southern "Crackers."
nun- eternally uuprcparcd In tbclr
Mitftless little but. Mlsa Abby bad n
gtsjil vegetnble garden nud a big
TliU Is whore tbo turkey romea In
nn immense gobbler, tbe monarch or
tin' place und tbe pride of Miss Abby.
tut bad doomed blni to Thanksgiving
dinner He grew ' fatter and fatter,
nnil the a (sorted collection of Bean
"AN'Tnana na hat aix auuMRR on that
children watched hi in hopelessly while
they sat ustrldo the division fence.
llutiKcr shone from their eyes.
"They'll be atcnlln him next tiling."
Miss Abby muttered im sho threw out
tbe dishwater nud wrung tbe dlsbrag
i "Maw," bnwled one of the twins to
bis gaunt, bedraggled mother In the
door, "ain't we goln' to huvo no tur
key? We nln't uever bad no turkey
like other folks."
' "Yore paw's had mighty pore Inek.
bouey lie caln't muko out to buy
I "Why caln't he. uiawV" wullcd the
t "Vore paw's had bad luck." tho dull
mother rolce reiterated. "He'll git u.
Roineptn' cxtrity. but I don t reetiou
It'll he turkey. Turkey meat's uwrul
dear, honey "
I Miss Abby slammed Into her houm
with n righteous rattle of stiff blue,
calico uud an Indecorous dlspiuy of
flat nuklos. She snorted wrnihfully:
"l.urk: It He'd tind uuy luck he'd
never have been bom. Hut bo s luck
ler than his wire and children. He's
the laziest Image of a man that ever
wore nnts too Inzy to como when
he's called to meals. I'd see that bo
never was culled if was her."
Miss Abby went to make her bed.
and from tbe open window uvxt the
stood wATcnmn tiii tttiiket and thi
IIOLHK NEXT DOOIL
llcau bouso she could burdly help
bearing tbe rest of tbe conversation.
"Maw, bo's awful big! Will she eat
nlra all herself) Will It make ber sick,
"Why, maybe she'll have company,
"Can't we be company, mawt Why
ain't we never comiwny?"
"Wa nln't got any relations up along
"Would Miss Abby let na be com
pany U sho knowed we uln't goln' to
have no TbnnksglvlngY" MUa Abby
abut tbe window wltb a buug.
" 'Juln't us If be couldn't work," abe
muttered. "He won't work. Ills gar
den's ull dried, tip, for lack of little
witter, mid there be set ull summer ou
tbnt bench! Notulu' short of a' 'flra
TUt TURKEYS t "Here's
' 'THE AXES: "No; here'
built under blm' would start him to
ruin". I should think he'd wunt to sec
them young ones wltb clean faces and
full stumtulcks at least once tn tho
The days flew, and the turkey grew
(till falter und more complacent. The
Itcun children looked more and more
wistful. They sat often on tbe fenco
In the chilly November air, their hair
clothed Ix-dles ahlverlng. tbelr bare
feet blue with cold, lint with the
etortinl faltb of childhood they watch
ed the turkey In the hope thnt some.
Iblng would yet give them a tnstu or
Ml Ahby's old maid heart grew
sort sometimes, but burdened at
thought of ibe lazy tnther und sloven
Miss Abby Imd hud bad luck about
Thanksgiving company. i:vcrybod
wus elsewliern ciigugcd-tho minister
nud his family, the llruwns und tho
Trcshams. Shu had no relatlres ue.ir
Have some one she must, for she had
refused Miillldn Jenkins Invitation on
the plea of having company herself.
The day before Thanksgiving she
had round no one nud was worried.
In the cold gray morning she came out
to feed the chickens from n yellow
crock held In the ungie ot her arm.
When she had tossed the comment to
the hungry brood she cloced the chick
en yitrd gate, net down the crock and
stood watching the turkey-mid tbe
house next disir She folded her thin
arms across bur blue calico chest for
wntiuth und In wbat she saw forgot
how cold It wns.
Four of the eight Henns bad the
whooping cough, mid their thin, sal
low little faces, cleaner than usual,
were flattened against tbe grimy
HI WBArPSD UKMCLF OP AN J MANAGED
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panes overlooking tho chicken yard.
She could hear tbe wall of the buby
and the coughs of tbe older oues.
'1 just cun't do It." she muttered
nd at Inst returned to tho bouse, ill
t ease und chilled to tbo bone.
Sho piled wood Into the stove till tbe
kitchen wns stilling, but she could uot
get warm. Her teeth chattered in u
chill, uud iu spite of hot lemonade und
Jamaica ginger Miss Abby had to go
to bed In the middle of the afternoon
with hut lint Irons ut tier feet aud a
mustard plaster on her chest.
She fell Into n doze, broken by visions
of the hungry little fines next door.
She wished she had nt least taken
them over some vegetables. "I will
long about night." she umttcred uud
fell Into u strange, wretched sleep.
When she invoke It was night mid
very cold I'nlns stubbed her chest
sharply, and her head throbbed diz
zily Then she seemed delirious and
heard the babbllvg uf hungry children.
Then she went completely out ot her
She came at last to herself, weak and
fccblo. The bedroom wus very cold,
but the tcvei mis gone und the stab
bing pains She wrapped herself up
aud managed tn light the kitchen tire.
creeping back to bed till things wurm
ed up. The door of tho llenn houso
slammed, mid sho heard a child cough.
When the warmth from tho kitchen
filled her room she rose and went out
to get some breakfast, Sho hnd nev
er felt so weak In her life. She put on
Miss Abby sat eating her toast with
ber feet In the oven Mrs. Dean knock
ed and eutered.
"Land sakes! Air you sick?"
"Sick! I nln't feelln' very spry,"
aid Miss Abby sharply. "I went to
bed ycstlddy afternoon, 1 felt so sick!"
"Wo nln't seen you out this raornln.
an' ns It's Thursday nn' Tbiinksgivln'
we s'iKised you bud bad news that
ailed yon away In tbe night. Tbe
thlldren's been feed In' the bens an' the
turkey -tlie ones that ain't whoopln'."
AYIint you tnlkln about? snapped
Miss Abby. "This la Thanksgtvln'.
uln't it? I'm loo sick to recollect It."
'I come to see If I could do somepln
fer you all. You look mighty peaked."
said Mrs. Hen n. Miss Abby shook her
head, and the woman wns almost tu
the door when Miss Abby recalled her
"Is your mau ot burnt? " she begun
where we let the axtM
where the ex geU youl
abruptly, while Mrs. ttenn stared.
"Well. then, would he as lief kill that
big turkey for me?"
"Why. sure, be would! You all air.
weak, an' that turkey looks mighty
"And can you come over and help
me cook him?" Miss Abby went on.
"I shall need belp with tho rest ut tho
dinner, too, If I don't feci any sprler'n
1 do now. 'You can bring tbe baby and
leave the others wltb blm till dinner's
ready. Then I want you should fetch
them all over and let them ent all the
turkey tbey can bold. I don't feel's If
1 could get away with more ttinn ten
pounds myself," she concluded grimly.
The woman stood still itnrtug. too' as
tonished to express tier gratitude etett
hml she known how,
"Well." commanded Miss Abby. "If
we dun't git on tbe move dinner won't
be ready before midnight "
"Yes'in." ngreed the woman, letting
herself out ot ibe door. She sped
across the yard mure quickly than
Miss Abby had ever yet seen tier move.
"It'll take tuo n week to clean up
after tbeiii, iiiid it's encouraging that
shiftless iii.m." grumbled Miss Abby.
Then she beard from the I lean hoiiso
n yell of Joy that utterly demolished
her New Kngland conscience for tne
time being mid sent a warm glow to
the uttermost depths of tier human
heart. And she set to work on n din
ner that was it record breaker in tho
No 8uffragttttt In Plymouth.
Governor llradford of Massachu
setts spcelllcd that, "besides water
lowl. there was n grent store ot wild
turkey." for their first Thanksgiving
feast. ItUI. by which It Is plain that
our ancestors Inaugurated the custom'
of the turkey on Thanksgiving day.
nut chefs were not numerous In
Plymouth The llrt feast, at which
there were fifty live white men and
ninety Indians, was prepared by "lour
women, one servant and a few malde
kins." Poor women! How tbey must
bate sighed for their day ot emauclpa
tlon! Hymn of Thanksgiving.
We tbsiik lh. y Kaliior, tor ail that Is
Thr cicum or lh day and the stars ot the
nig Ii I.
The llowcri of our youth on J h fruits of
And tilrsitncs a'cr marching III pathway
We thnnk thee. O Fa I her. for all tbsl is
Tho sob ot the trmprit, tha flow of th
For n"ver In blindness and never In vnla
Thy mercy pvrmltted a lorrow or pain
We thank thee, O Father, for sang and
The nnrveel that glowed and lh wet It n
For never a blcsdns eneompaieed thy
Uul Ihnu In thy mercy looked downward
Wa thank thee, U Father of all. for the
Of aiding each other In life' darkeit hour.
The generous Imnri and the bountiful nand
And all the soul help thai ead sauli un-
We thnnk thee. O Father, for days yet to
For hopes that our future will call us to
That all our eternity may form through
One Thanksgiving day In tho mamlnn
Whsn tha Han Is Safe.
"This." romnrked Mrs. Hen. "as abo
flew up on to Mr. Turkey's back, "1
my hnppy day. It's Thanksgiving, yuu
know. What have I to give thanks
for? Oh. several things, thank you.
On nlniost any other day In the year
I urn liable to get the as, und when I
do gut tt 1 won't worry wUether my
bead's on straight. But my worry
cornea from not knowing Just when
tbe ax may fall. There are 803 day
In the year. Thanksgiving la the only,
day when I ura Immune. My targe and)
lively rivnl. MrH Turkey, who scorns
mo In the huruyard, is underneath my
feet todayT'aa you1 'Van see with the
nuked eyes. Tu-ta. Mr. Turkeys I
:he farmer coming, wltb hla ax."
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