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VOLUME XLIV. ECONOMY & COMFORT Table, Bed Linens & Towels made Sweet, Fresh and Clean by bavins: them washed in the laundry. Our method gives it a beautiful, pearly white tint, a smooth ve'vet like finish. The cost is so little that it is Economy and Comfort FOB 'BTO'Cr. Our price is 3 cents each|for all except Counterpanes (which are 10 cents each) or 30 cents a dozen pieces. With each dozen pieces you may include one count erpane. Try our FAMILY WASH at 5 cents per pound. By this service we iron all flat pieces, such as Bed and Table Linen, and dry all others; starching all pieces needing starch, ready for ironing. Our agents, Firor Bros., of your town will be glad to serve you t.ailed for and delivered. Give them a call and be con vinced. Waynesboro Steam Laundry j apr 23 3mos Waynesboro, Pa. FREDERICK RAILROAD Tliiirmont Division Schedule In Effect Sept. 27, 1914. All trains Daily unless specified Leave Frederick Arrive Thurmont. 7.30 a. B.lfi a. m. 9 40 a. B<-28 a. m 11.35 a 12.23 p rn. 2.10 p. 2.58 p, m 4.10 p. 4.58 p. m. 4.35 p.m. Except Sunday 523 p.m. 6.10 p. 6.58 p. m. 8.30 p.m. Sunday Only 9.18 p.m. 10.10 p. 10.56 p. m Leave Thurmont. Arrive Frederick. 6.10 a. 6 58 a. m. 8.22 a. 9.10 a. m. 10 45 a. H-30 p. m. 12 38 p. 1-27 p m. 3 15 p. m 4.02 p. m. 5.10 p. 557 p. m 6.23 p.m. Except Sunday 7.10 p.m 7.00 p. 7.47 p. m. 9,25 p. m. Sunday Only 10.07 p. m. Note—All trains arriving and leaving Thurmont scheduled from Western Mary land station. Note—All trains arriving and leaving Frederick scheduled from Square. Western Maryland 8.. R. Schedule In Effect Sept. 27, 1914 GOING WEST. 11 5 § 9. bfl P. 5 *-. d s- ,-J J a) ■“ , Ji < P < 3 oa H 33 u •4.10 am 6.07 am t?.2oam t10.25am *B.OO 10.42 12.04pm *10.40 12.31 ar1.35 4.00pm B.loam t4.o4pm 6.21pm ar7.44 T7.10 9.22 10.45 going east. ■a p £ £ 4) Si 9) C 0)0 9) O > >~ >'t > g e bo u a .o £ r C .5 e u A a jjp; Jrj I-J5 “J.-O "Jj; <3 u o X h ca •700 am 8.20 am 10.38 am •1.55pm 3.13pm 5.42pm *B.oopm 1.40pm 4.05 5.06 7.00 *4.15 5.34 8.15 •Daily. tDaily except Sunday. JSunday Only. Anyone •snrtln* n Kketrh nml rtcucrlntlnn nir nnlcklr Ascorluiii our opinion freo whether i invention is prolmMy P dentfihlo. < ommunlr tioiif ttriotl j conlldonlliil. HANDBOOK on I at out. •out free. Oldest iineney for ecuriiK patents. Patents taken through Munn A Co. recelv* tp trial notice, wlt hout charyo, In the Scientific American. Ahndomelrllln*rni/-d wooVly. J.nreeiit rlr dilation of nr i inm*’ )"■. hI. 1 crnu, 11 /our: four nmnllia,U. Bold Uy alt tiewadealer.. MUNN & CO 361 Broadway, NewYorF Branch Office, 625 F Bt„ Washington, D. C. HIHLBUS CO OF FREDERICK COUNTY Organized 1843. Office—46 North Market Street Frederick, Md. A. C. M:Cardell, 0. C Warehime President. Secretary. SURPLUS, $35,000.00. No Premium Notes Required. Save 25% and Insure with a Home Company. DIRECTORS Josedh G. Miller, O. P. Bennett, James Houck, R. S. J. Dutrow, Milton G. Urner, Casper E. Cline, A. C. McCardell, Charles B. Trail, Dr. D. F. McKinney, Clayton O. Keedy, George A. Deau, P. N. Hammaker. Rates furnished on application to our resident director, P. N. Hammaker, or by L. W. Armacost, Agent, feb. 18 lyr. The Catoctin clarion. Lord, we, thy children, small and great. Beneath thy care, where’er it be, The while thy grace we supplicate, Give thanks to thee. —Clinton Scollard. Flodl IMibrovv Ooru Inaiil^W 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. " fe 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