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FOURTH SECTION EIGHT PAGES PICTORIAL MAGAZINE NEW YORK, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1914. Copyrluht, 13H. lj fic Sim rrt.iff.ip nn,t PubUMng A,$ociaUon. $ivV A ncfjJ ... . tvv i UNCLE SAM'S THANKSGIVING With Malice Toward None, With Charity -for All" A PRAYER OF GRATITUDE I believe in the hands that work; in the brains that think ; in the hearts that love. I am thankful for the blessed light of this day, and I am thankful for all the days that have gone be fore. I thank the thinkers, the publishers, the inven tors, the poets, the singers, the painters, the sculptors and the business men who have lived and are living. I thank Pericles and Phidias, who made that most beautiful city the world has ever seen, and were re paid with persecution and death. I thank Aristotle, the mountain guide and school teacher, who knew how to set bad boys to work. I thank Immanucl Kant, who was never more than ten miles from his home, for luring the world to his door. I thank Emerson for brooking the displeasure of his alma mater. I thank Jamie Watt, the Scotch boy who watched his mother's teakettle to a purpose. By Elbert Hubbard I thank Volta and Galvani, who fixed their names, as did Watt, in the science that lightens labor and carries the burdens that once bowed human backs. I thank Benjamin Franklin for his spirit of mirth, his persistency, his patience, his common sense. I thank Alexander Humboldt and his brother, William Humboldt those great brothers twain who knew that life is opportunity. I thank Shakespeare for running away from Stratford and holding horses at a theatre entrance but not forever. I thank Arkwright, Hargreaves and Crompton, from whose brains leaped the looms that weave with tireless hands he weft and warp that human bodies wear. I thank Thomas Jefferson for writing the Decla ration of Independence, for founding the public school system, for dreaming of a college where girls and boys would study, learn and work in joy. I thank Benedict Spinoza, gardener, lensmaker, scientist, humanist, for being true to the dictates of the tides of divinity that played through his soul. I thank Charles Darwin and Herbert Spencer for liberating theology from superstition. I thank Tyndall the Irishman, Draper the Amer ican, Herschel the German, Bjornson the Scandi navian and Adam Smith the Scotchman for inspira tion and help untold. These men and others like them, their names less known, have made the world a fit dwelling place for liberty. Their graves are mounds from which flares freedom's torch. And I thank and praise too the simple, honest, unpretentious millions who have worked, struggled toiled, carrying heavy burdens, often paid in ingrati tude, spurned, misunderstood who still worked on and succeeded, or failed, robbed of recognition and the results of their toil. To all these, who sleep in forgotten graves, my heart goes out in gratitude over the years and the centuries and the ages that have passed. Amen and Amen!