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Uncle Sam's ThanK*gi*Oing T>ay
Troubles you may have by the scores, but he or she is not an Ameri can citizen, who, on Thanksgiving Day, does not forget all trouble and cares and live for the day, though he dies on the morrow Mr. Hard Times may have commanded the situation throughout the United States for months and months in the past, but he was com pelled to fall back yesterday in front of the people's united forces under the leadership of Gen. Good Cheer and see the country from Maine to Mexico and from the Atlantic to the Pacific fall into their hands. Yesterday the American did not live, who did not triumph antly quote, "Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who to him self hath never said, This is my own, my native land." The wheels of industry ceased to hum; the fires in the furnaces were bedded for the day; the tradesmen closed the doors of their emporiums; the farmer forgot his harvesting; the financiers deserted their jingling ex changes, and in fact all manner of man laid aside his works and worries and the whole country, for the day, was at perfect peace. Glorious day! May its lustre continue to lighten the hearts of Amer ican citizens, and may each succeeding one prove brighter and more bountiful than the past. While the younger element of the country enjoyed the athletic sports common to the day, yet the great majority of the men enjoyed a visit with their families, and the women were dee-lighted to prepare a feast fit for the gods for the enjoyment of their royal guests. Thanks, awfully, for Thanksgiving. Now let us all join in three cheers and a tiger for Old Glory, THE SEATTLE REPUBLICAN and make the welkin ring with: 1. Oh say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there! Oh, say does that star spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 2. On the shore dimly seen thro' the mist of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blowg, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines in the stream. 'Tis the star spangled banner, oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 3. And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore, 'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country they'd leave us no more? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's polution; No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave. And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 4. Oh, thus be it ever when free men shall stand, Between their lov'd home and the war's desolation, Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n rescued land, Praise the Pow 'r that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust." And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave, While the land of the free is the home of the brave.' 5. When our land is illumined with liberty's smile, If a foe from within strike a blow at her glory, Down, down with the traitor, that dares to defile the flag Of her stars and the page of her story! By the millions unchain'd who our birthright have gain'd, We will keep her bright blaze forever sustain'd. And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave While the land of the free is the home of the brave. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1912. THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. CHORUS. CHORUS. CHORUS. CHORUS. CHORUS.