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Lord, we, thy children, small and great.
Beneath thy care, where’er it be,
The while thy grace we supplicate,
Give thanks to thee.
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YES, yes, indeed! We would have
had a perfectly lovely time at
our house on Thanksgiving if
it hadn’t been for an accident
that happened at the din
ner table. At the time 1 felt terri
bly misanthropic about it and
really had a very bad movay quart
dour for a minute, but 1 soon con
soled myself by recalling dear Rob
ert Burns' precious words, "The
best laid plans of mice and men gang
bide awee."
We only had a small dinner party,
Just the Bolivards and Wood’s sister
and her husband and their little boy,
Harold. Did you ever meet Wood’s
Bister? My dear, between you and I—
remember this is strictly sotto voce—
she is very ignorant and snobbish, and
such a talker! Wood himself ac
knowledges that she would surely ex
plode if she ever got tetanus, and ever
since she went abroad she holds her
head as high as Marie Antoinette go
ing to the Moulin Rouge and talks
nothing but Paris—a perfect parricide,
I call her!
And ignorant! Why, do you know,
she brought me back a little statu
esque of Venus from Italy and apolo
gized for its broken arms, by telling
me it was that way the diagonal was
found! Ha, ha. ha! 1 could scarcely
retain my specific gravity. 1 was so
amused. She didn’t know that Mickey
Angelo had carved it that way on
purpose to make It look old and de
bilitated because the Romans dearly
loved antique things. 1 don’t blame
them either, I do myself, don’t you?
I have a colonial monogamy antima
cassar 500 years old with all the
knobs broken off.
I had a high noon dinner at one
o’clock—"when jocund day stands
tipsy on the misty
course, in honor
Wood’s ancestors
myself—and before
it was served we
each agreed to tell
the one thing we *
were most thankful for.
Wood was first. He said words
couldn't express his gratefultude be
cause he didn't have to pay an in
come tax. Poor Wood! He staid up
all the night before, figuring out what
he would have to pay at the source.
He was terribly puzzled at first and
wanted me to help him, but I was too
busy assisting Nora to make the
stuffing.
He didn’t know whether to multiply
the least common multiple by the
fourth dimension and add 1 per cent
of the remainder, or extricate the
cuberoot of the net proceeds and
square the result. One thing, he said,
was certain. He'd just like to get
square once with the Democrats! My,
but he was tickled when he came up
stairs the next morning to tell me ho
had escaped after all, but, he said, it
was a very close shave.
I don’t know whether to tell I was
thankful because I had been elected
president of my suffrage club, or be
cause I had such a wonderful child as
Gwendolyn, but I finally decided to in
timate Cordelia, the mother of the
Qratchy, and display my Jewel child-
THURMONT, FREDERICK COUNTY, MD., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 1914.
Besides, I am far too modest to boast
of myself.
So I had Gwendolyn rend a compo
sition on "The First Thanksgiving, ’ in
which she told all about the hard
ships of I lie poor Pllgrime who came
over in the Maybell with Ixird Balti
more to Plymouth, and how they sat
down to their first Thanksgiving din
ner of hominy and codfish balls, and
gave thanks because they hadn't been
scalped or burned as witches.
Then Wood had her bind every state
In the Fnion and tell what time It is
in.tlie Scandalous peninsula when It
Is six o'clock here. Then sl\e showed
all of her beautiful sketches and
played several duets on the piano. She
is Mr. Boguslatchkey’s favorite pupil,
and he often tells me that she will be
a perfect tyro when she grows up.
Just then, the “tocsin of the soul, the
dinner hell.” rang and we had to
evade the rest of the program. 1 was
glad, too, because the Rolivards looked
awfully bored when Wood's sister
asked Harold to recite—my, my. how
she does love to show him off!
We had a lovely meal. Nora cer
talnly Is a fine cook, even If she is
Irish. I had her mix the mincemeat
with strong tea and cane pepper in
stead of wicked things like cider and
brandy, and the pies were delicious.
Everything was. Nora hasn't quit
talking about her fine cooking that
day yet. That's one trouble with the
Irish, they are so boastful! I firmly
believe it is the reason that Julius
Caesar, when he conquered Ireland,
christened It "Erin-go-Drag." don’t
you ?
Beg pardon? Well, the dinner had
passed off beautifully. Wood had kept
the table in a roar—you know what a
delightful bon mot he Is! —and had
carved the turkey just like a surgeon.
But first I must tell you about Harold.
The little wretch, Instead of peeling
his banana into strips and laying them
carefully on the table like Gwendolyn,
turned his skin back and, after eating
the fruit out of it in two bites, threw
it under the table. He said afterwards
It slipped off his plate. At any rate it
fell right at Wood's feet.
Poor Wood! He hud on some new
shoes without any heels —he didn’t
want to buy them In the first place,
but I begged him to, because 1 love
him to be the observed of all observ
ers and have a moldy form, as my be
loved Shakespeare would say—and he
wasn’t used to them, so that when ho
got up to leave the table he slipped
on the peel.
Ours Is an extension table with ball
gearing rollers, and when he grasped
the edge of it to save himself from
falling, alas, alas, It parted in the
middle and all the combustibles of the
dinner were participated onto the
floor and Wood fell backwards on top
of his chair with the most violent em
phasis.
Poor boy! He had been telling a
baseball story and had been using such
shocking paraphrases as “jammed the
cushion,” “swatted the sphere,” “clat
tered across the pan” and "dented the
platter.” Don’t you think It was a
dreadful coincidence that just as he
said “platter,” down went the turkey?
Oh, dear! I just can't help but feel
someway that perhaps the whole thing
was a nemesis on him for using such
dreadful, undcfiled slang.
Well, he paid dearly for It, pool
fellow! I'm afraid it will be weeks
before his solar system will be entire
ly renovated. When we disinterred
him that day we found that his paral
lax was dreadfully bruised, and that
he had a severe attack of nostalgia—
I declare I thought his dear nose
would never, never stop bleeding!
Yes, we all partook of some injury
—Mrs. Rollvard hasn’t spoken to mo
since because her new scrape de-shin
skirt was ruined; that Is, all but Har
old and his mother. It seems like the
very ironing of fate that they were
the only ones present who escaped
from damage, don’t you think so?
Real Cause for Thanksgiving.
On every .fide there Is cause for
thanksgiving. We are at peace with
all, even our enemies, If there be such.
Our past achievements stimulate to
further efforts, and our present diffi
culties breed fresh determination to
overcome them.
A Family Newspaper—lndependent in Politics—Devoted to Literature, Local and General News.
IQYSftHDSORROWS
Emotions That Are Closely Akin
in the Hearts of All the
Children of God.
Few Will Be Found to Whom the Past
Year Has Not Brought Both, but
as a Nation Surely the Joy
Should Be Predominant
at This Time.
rex/ffjtjp OY and sorrow are not sc
,ur al,arl as be Bn
agini'd. The little child
who cries over the death
°* a bitten or a pony be
cause death has robbed
him of tha brightness and
happiness of their pos
fW session, will also weep
for sheer happiness w hen
an overwhelming delight has come
suddenly into his little world. Evi
dently both feelings touch something
akin in the innermost being. That
may be what the people mean who de
clare that extremes meet.
And yet one emotion expresses joy,
the other pain. We are Indeed curi
ously constituted, when things so dis
similar have the same effect upon our
expressions. Perhaps the truth of the
matter is that whatever is deep
enough to tap our real selves, at
the center of our nature, has to go
to one common reservoir. The ripples
of pleasure and the blowings of hard
fate move the depths of this reservoir
in just the same way, because when
they reach there they represent only
emotion of the most realistic charac
ter.
The wrinkled, aged mother weeps
about the neck of her long-lost sou
in her ecstasy of joy at bis return,
WITH THE ROCK
I ! I
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
Sut we hae meat and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
—Robert Burns.
as she had wept bitterly over the
news of his disappearance, Mothers
weep as they pray for blessings upon
the distant one, and weep when they
come bringing sheaves of blessings
with them.
We know of that sort of thing in
the history of the crop that has just
been harvested. Such anxiety there
has never been over it! So much de
pended upon what should come back
to us from the seed grain we threw
into the soil and helplessly left there,
last spring. Whether prosperity or
tribulation should befall our coun
try hung upon the crop. Wars abroad
and restricted funds at home were
hard to put up with even temporarily,
and' all over America thoughtful
men anxiously awaited what every
week brought forth regarding the state
of the growing grain. Hundreds of
farmers had struggled along through
discouragement so far, and their suc
cess or failure seemed to depend just
upon this one year’s crop.
And then news gradually filtered
through the usual channels of infor
mation that plenty was to crown the
plains. A first-rate crop was harvest
ed. Anxiety was turned into Joy. A
year's success with the grain means so
much.
The heaviness which brooded over
us has withered away before the joy
that came in the morning after the
threshers had done their work, and
the blessing of the months past could
actually be weighed and measured. If
we could almost have wept with anx
iety last spring, we are almost ready
to weep for joy now that Thanksgiv
ing time has come round to us. Mort
gages will be lightened. Notes will
be met. Education can be afforded
for the promising lad or girl. There
need not be stinting in the house next
winter. Many_a*levout man and wom
an, many a thoughtful father and
mother, will feel a filling of the heart,
and throat as they realize what the
| harvest means to them, and what joy
j it brings Into life for the loved ones.
For harvest always is a time for a
heart-full kind of happiness. The tear
* la never very far away from the
smile in the happiness of it all. Crops
are nearly always almost on the verge
of ruin. A single night draws the line
between failure and success. The
relief of having It all safely over would
be hard to bear, indeed, If we stopped
to think of it.
For never Is a man more helpless
than when he comes to depend upon
the crops. And we all depend upon
the crops. Starvation Is only just
spared the world year by year. Those
who realize It fully may be excused
if their joy becomes poignant enough
to becloud the face, and make the eye
watery.
What if the harvest had not spread
the table of the world satisfactorily?
There is never a full year's spare sup
ply of bread on hand, you know. Aud
It Is hard to see children, women and
strong men stand helpless in the face
of famine. Some part of the world 1
faces famine conditions every year! |
Our Thanksgiving is for the harvest ;
primarily, remember. Enter Into the
spirit of it. Try this year and real
ize what the harvest means to you.
your country and the whole of the na
tions. Reach down into your heart’s
recesses, and feel how little, after all,
you have done to secure for us all
this crop, than just to drop the seed
into the prepared soil, and gather it
up when the crop has been given
you.
Possibly It would do you no harm If
you measure up to your privileges,
and then ask of yourself: “How
much of this harvest did I deserve, re
membering whence it came, and what
1 am and have been?”
Take Thanksgiving day that way, and
you will cease to wonder why it was
this message began with tears min
gling with joys and sorrows. It Is an
affecting time to all of us. the bless
ings from the fields are so line, so un
deserved, so necessary. They lead
to thankfulness, aud to Thanksgiving
almost naturally. When you add to
them the glorious blessings of peace,
the joy of living in a new, fresh, rap
idly developing country, with bright
promises to crown the lives of the
little Ones, a climate full of variety to
invigorate and encourage us to clear
thought and constant effort, there is
something wrong if you do not feel
the impulse within to shout out:
“Praise God from whom all blessings
flow,” and to realize how true it is
that joy lies very close to tears.
THE DAY IN BUGTOWN
'Twas Thanksgiving day In Bugtown
And Mr. Bugg and his wife
Were preparing a Thanksgiving dinner,
The finest they’d had in their life.
A grasshopper fnt on the table
Was steaming and hot as could be.
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A feast was spread out there before them,
As fine as you ever could see.
When the grasshopper course had been
eaten
They hud a course or two more—
They had cranberry sauce and all kinds
of nuts,
And goodies and sweetmeats galore.
’Twas a real old-fashioned Thanksgiving,
The bugs were ail happy and gay,
You never would dream that ’twas Bug
town
On that beautiful Thanksgiving day.
Parable Easily Interpreted.
Somewhere In the good book is a
parable which speaks of a certain king
whose servant owed him a great debt.
And when the latter was discovered to
have nothing to pay, the king freely
forgave him all. Which parable needs
no interpretation. For who Is the
king but the Almighty, and who the
servant hut humanity T
THE ANNUAL DOWNFALL
(By Wilbur T). lACesbit
It was an earnest humorist who vowed a solemn vow;
“I will not writca turkey-hash-and-soup joke, anyhowl
1 will not do that fearsome thing, i will not pen a jest
About the bird whose remnants rise to mock the staying guest.’*
He made a postscript to his vow, he made a codicil,
He was as serious as though he framed his final will.
And then he sat him down and smiled, and thought with all his might
About the post-Thanksgiving jokes he did not have to write.
But in a day or so he fell exceeding queer and strange.
A restless something held his mind, he hankered for a change.
He asked his doctor what was wrong; the doctor gave a pill
And made a memorandum to add twenty to his bill.
Then all the jokes that grace this time came flocking to his brain.
Each ancient quip and jingling rhyme marched sternly in the train.
And each of them and all of them compelled him then to think—
Just as a man thinks when he says he shuts off smoke or drink.
At last he said: “Well, just one more a farewell jest I’ll write.
It shall be nothing serious, some fancy thin and light.”
He wrote the jest, just as a man who says he has sworn off
Takes rock-and-rye or some such thing to soothe a little cough.
But why pursue this sorry tale ? Why tell of what he did ?
’Twas like the “one more" drink or smoke that throws away the lid
He wrote of turkey hash, and soup, of turkey meal croquettes,
He wrote of bones that had been grilled, of warmed-up entremets.
He wrote of turkey pie and stew, of turkey consomme,
He wrote a turkey-joke debauch until the break of day.
And when they came and found him ill, and sought to nurse him through
They said: “Here, taste this turkey broth. It will be good for youl”
Copyright, by Wilbur D. Nesbit.
DAY OF FESTIVITY
Spirit of Thanksgiving Manifested
in Enjoyment as Well as
in Devotions.
Therefore the Turkey In the Center
of Well'-Spread Board Is a Sym
bol of Praise to the Giver of
All That Is Good and
Perfect.
FROM the early days when the
Saxon kings tethered their
steeds "hard by the banquet
board," so that the foam of
the chargers flecked the beard
of the eater, to the present time, the
spirit of the amply loaded board is
the spirit of festivity and of good
will. Thanksgiving day would bo
robbed of the particular flavor it pos
sesses if it were a day of severe ob
servation. Tile spirit of Thanksgiv
ing without the sanctifying grace of
the spread board would be a spirit of
cheerlessness. The Thanksgiving tur
key Is as much a part of the day as
are the devotions that the day calls
forth. The devotions would bo dry
and sapless If the day were made a
virtual penance, as would bo the case
without the turkey regnant upon the
platter, while the family gathers about
(he board to give thanks for homo
blessings as a part of the liberal por
tion that Providence has dispensed
to the nation. The Thanksgiving tur
key is the emblem of the nation’s de
votion.
The assembling of the congrega
tions In the churches Is but a part
of the devotion of the day. It is, In
fact, the symbolic part. It Is ex
pressive of the spirit of the people
In praise to the Deity for the general
blessings to the nation. The actual
spirit of thanksgiving is that which
takes account of the unison of the
family in the act of praise as it par
takes of the provisions of the day.
Charles Lamb says that one should
not only say grace at meat, but a
hundred times a day for the good of
living. The grace said at the Thanks
giving board —and oven those unused
to such invocation should observe It
upon (hat occasion—ls a grace for
the blessings of life which the
Higj (Sive unto tW Lord, for Hc
4a
Eg*fr7 wstereiK ifio Kills from His
iKe e&riK is satisfied with tKe fruit
jKwT -He <Ke gr&ss io (Jrow for tKe
pyPl cattle, Kerb for the service of GjlWflV
man; fhaf Ke may bring forth food
joui^of
Terms SI.OO in Advance
NO. 37.
Thanksgiving dinner then sets forth.
Hack of all nationality lies Hie fam
ily. Tills is tho foundation stone in
tlie social system. The city, the state,
the nation are outgrowths of the
family. Tho people expressing their
thunks to Almighty God for the bless
ings conferred upon the community
In its several organizations is not as
sacred a symbol as the family at
meat in recognition of the goodness
of God to its members. The purity
and sweetness of the family tie, the
power and influence of the family
teaching, the consecration and devo
tion of the heads of the family cir
cle —these are the things that fill the
measure of Thanksgiving as the
myriad household groups gather about
the well-laden boards to return
thanks for the good things of God to
them. From the youngest to the eld
est in these groups the real spirit of
thanksgiving is set forth, even though
many of them do not dwell upon the
spirit of praise in fact. For, after all,
true thanksgiving is to be in the
spirit of praise and not simply to ex
press forms of devotion. These latter
are essential as the symholing forth
of the gratitude of the nation, but
the simple loving and the goodness of
the family group is the basis of the
real thanksgiving spirit.
The churches will be well attended,
and the discourse, the worship and
Hie singing will ail direct the mind
toward tho mighty advance of the
nation that was formed from the scat
tered colonies of the Atlantic sea
board and will point to the beginnings
of Thanksgiving day upon the bleak
coasts of New England. All this is
well. Ocd, who made and has kept
tho American people a nation, has
done more by that act to attest the
spirit of his fatherhood than by any
other act in tho history of nations or
of peoples. All should unite in wor
ship in the churches and return home
to enter into tho praise of the family
circle.
In tho family circle will be found
tho turkey in the setting of the a
cessories of one of the biggest din
ners of the year. It is to be hoped
that all may have a Thanksgiving
dinner, so that all may enter into
the praise for the goodness of the
giver of every good and perfect gift.
Without the turkey, the accepted sym
bol of American rejoicing at Thanks
giving time, the day would be incom
plete; with it the spirit and essence
of the occasion Is present