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MEADE COUNTY NEWS, MEADE. KANSAS.
A Sense of Approaching Doom i hrmKtfdivma , A W m i) it PJIffll I X EAR LADIES, I thank you for the Thanksgiving basket. It was a surprise to me. i The kids wuz crazy. Yours thankful, LENA 1IALL." That was the letter she dictated to me, the woman from 'way over there where rents are relatively cheap, where coal Is bought by the single bns 'ket and where a can of tinned milk can be made to last a family of four a whole week. I put the words down just as she said them, for I thought the "ladles" would find It heart-warming to learn that their gift had such an effect on the dull gray household that "the kids wuz crazy." She told me it was a $5 basket. There was a chicken, vegetables enough for a week, even potatoes the first lh their house this winter fruit, everything to make a real feast. Who sent It? Well, she didn't know their names, but she knew It was through the Bureou of Charities her family hud got all that. So she hud called up the bureau and thanked them and they said a club of ladles were the ones that sent the things. The club, had telephoned In and asked for the address of some family that would not be likely to have a big dinner, and then they had filled the basket and sent It to the address given. Now she would like to thank the club. She could read English but she couldn't spell the words. Would I write the let ter for her? And that was the way the ladles found out that the "kids wuz crazy." I went over to Mrs. nail's home, and the setting and situation seemed to 'my Inexperience exaggerated beyond actuality. The place looked like a stoga representation of poverty. The husband had deserted; there were three children, a toddler, a sickly girl of nine, a sickly boy of ten; and the mother had "pains In the chest," could work only Intermittently. There was plenty of work to be had this year, she sald,but first one child fell sick, then another, and she herself, after being so hot In the steamy basements where she did washings and then go Ing out Into the cold, would get those pains In the chest and would have to give up for awhile. At present about all she was doing was working at home, putting strings on express tags. Going home In the street car I fell Into such an abstraction I went nearly to the limits before I woke up enough to consider the matter of alighting. I got to thinking of contrasts of world of folk fussing about the ovcf amount of protein they had In their systems, and that other world with the family milk ration one tin a week ; of people suffering from superheated apartments, and of those that watched anxiously the dwindling nuggets In the basket; of people blinking under the glare of too-raany-and-too-hlgh-power bulbs, of the Hall family that went to bed right after supper to save light; of dancing-dresses trimmed with fur, of the thin cottony coat Jlmmle Hall was wearing; of limousine with orch ids showing at the glass and foot- warmers for footrests, then of Mrs. Hull walking miles to her work to suve five cents. Attending a Klnsolvlng concert a re cent morning In the crystal ballroom of the Blackstone hotel, after the con cert loitering awhile In the lobbj, later sauntering along Michigan ave nue and stopping to look at this win dow of exotic blooms, nt that ont where platinum, dlnmonds and pearls showed up with full effect against theli velvet backgrounds, the while seeing the stream of luxurious vehicles flow Ing on In such volume, the companloi that was with me had snld, "Well, un doubtedly America Is prosperous thU yeor; I have never been so Impressed with our luxury, with the gcncrul well being." Coming from the nails that latei day I thought of this remark, of tht whole pleasurable scene culling 11 forth ; and I wondered at the why and the wherefores of the Inequalities. Why the too-much on the one table the bare subsistence on the otherl The slothful warmth, and the dreury cold? The over-brilliant rooms, and the long darkness? Of chiffon bor dered with fur, and of shivering Jlm mle? Of "the colonel's lady, and of Julia O'Grady"? Who are going to solve It, when Is It going to be solved? Nobody, It seems. Never, It seems. But at least once In awhile, at this special season and that, n momentary lifting of the cloud may occur at least for the chil dren. Suy at Thanksgiving and Christ mas, If each able one would look after i3 Hi TOGO tgsm The Place Looked Like a Stage Rep resentation of Poverty. one unable family, what a lot of "kick could be made crazy 1" Come on, pile up the basket! Telti phone to the center that knows tlw needs, or take a case whose needs you yourself know, and do your best ti spoil one group of small ones for oni! day. Tut In the chicken I Put In vege tables enough for a week. Don't for get the potatoes. Remember the fruit, Add candy. Get some Jlmmle a woolen coat, and long thick stockings, and ex change his mlsshupen, run-down-at-the-heels shoes for brand-new ones, thick-soled and equal to keeping out the cold. Give the sure-to-be-theru baby a warm outfit, second-hand or first-hand, matters not. Cover that lit tle girl's thin, red fingers with thlcli red mittens. Be sure to give plenty oil candy It won't hurt 'em. And tie nil the stuff up fancy like and foollsli like. Your friends are bored to ex tinction, of course, by the repeated complexities of today's Christmai packing ; but folk like the Halls won't, be. They'll like It; luxuries will help toward that wlldness of Joy you ar working for. Come on, ye unhappy overfed, ye over-warmed ye bllndff by too much light and color, ye of tl frivolous fur trimming, and ye lady M the limousine; come all and huve hand In this riot, this midwinter ma ( ncss, this effort to make a certain clai of kids "crazy." (Copyright, 1917, Wtftarn Niwipipw Un Hon. Turkey Flew Afterwards Striking Me So Earnestly on Hair He Left Me Quite Brainless. To Editor, Who Keep Cheerful In Spite of Holidays: Dear Sir: While annual yearly date of Thanksgive approach up, I enjoy pain In connection with my memory. I tell you what collapsed to me last Thanksgive Thursday: I was employed for Gen. Cookery nt domestic kitchen of Mr. & Mrs. Romeo Goober, East O'Rora, 111. "Togo," say Hon. Mrs., approaching up to me, "tomorrow shall be Thanks give Duy. We expects to celebrate as usual," she report for sweetly smiling. "There will be 8 to dinner, to Include my fattlsh Uncle Seth who equal 3 more. All my relatives Is most sneerful particular about foods. So now will you please elope Immediately to market for buy one turkey-chicken of 26 lbs. complete tenderness, 4 qrts. cranberries of delicious sourness, 6 bunches celery-weed, and sufliclent punkens to construct 2 pies?" I go. At Gouge Bros. Market where wns I observe sign, "FAT TURKEY 35c." To see this, I feel very humorous about that High Cost of Life. "Such delicious cheapness of bird!" I negotiate to Hon. Butcher who was there. "At such rates, how much would 2 turkles cost?" "$22.80," he report for immediate iirithmatlc. "Do you not promise fat turkey for S,rc?" I rake off. "35c per lb," he snngger financially. "I should like (1) lb., please!" This from me. "We do not sell broken sections. You must purchase complete bird, price $9.80." This from him. "At such rutcs, folks enn got rich by starving," I snugger. No response from him. lie go to Ice-box aud fetch forth one enlarged fowel without nny clothing on. "This are nice fresh turkey," he satisfy. "How you know he fresh?" I snuggest. "Have he not been constantly on Ice for 2 yrs.? Nothing could be more fresher thun thut," depose Hon. Butch. I buy. He sell me expensive celery-bouquet, price 75c per cluster. It seem dls- respecful to eat such valuation. Also precious cranberries, price $1 for sel dom quantities, added to $2.50 worth punkens for pie. I promenade home wards, carrying this valuable butchery. While I was thusly straggling along with burdened back, one assorted dog, name of Hon. Fldo, snux up behind of turkey and made slinking sniff nose. "Shoo 1" I report, non. Fldo stood wngglshly saying nothing, but looking at Hon. Turkey with flirting eye. Date of Thanksful Thursday arrive up. By early a. m. of downtime I arose up and commenced. All a. m. that assorted dog, Hon. Fldo, set outside screen door. I permit him. About time of afternoon p. m., I could hear several thanksglvers scraping their footprints or rug. Hon. Turkey now send forth smiling smell of bakery, and I was glad to assist his Importance. Pretty soonly all take set-down to table. "We got much to be thanksgiving for," report Hon. Goober with 6harp knife. "Dinner Is late as usunl." "It were not thusly when I was a boy," report Uncle Seth with grone. "Please pass the celery." He made smack-taste of this foods, then flop It back with snubbed ex pression. "I have tasted no respectable celery since 18411" he holla baffably. All enjoy depression by this report. I go to kitchen for bring In delicious mnlllgan-tnwny soup what I bought While I were pouring this hot beverldge In plates, I notice slight smell of burn. It was Hon. Turkey tn oven, becoming too feverish. So I took him out and put him by window where he be more comfortable. I fetch soup In plntes to all those thanksglvers. "Canned !" they yellup together with voice of sad chorus girls, while thrusting away plates. "Nothing is real any more!" narrate Uncle Seth with dyspepsia. "Even turkles Is deceptive. When boyhood days elapsed, I can remember how we was accustomed, on Thanksgive morning, to salute Hon. Turkey by chopping him in kneck with ax. We knew he was good to cut, because we seen how fresh he acted. But no more. Today, turkles lives like Eskimos spending their old age on ice before meeting civilized persons. No respectable bird dog would eat them." I enjoy considerable alarm for this thanksgiving speech. Then, courageous like a Samurai, I retreat to kitchen for fetch forth Hon. Turkey. Hope thrilled my wrists and elbows as I entered kitchen for escort that sublime turkey but OHM I stand gast. I look to window where I left that sacred bird. Such things could not 1 And it was. Empty pan stood there, seeming entirely vacuum. Hon. Turkey had flowed away 1 1 I rosh by -window and look earnestly to back yard. Yes 1 1 With thankful expression of tall, there stood Hon. Fldo abducting Hon. Turkey across alley by wing. , "Come bnckwardsl" T. yellup. Hon. Fldo show no impression from my talk. I lep through window IVi feet to outside. Quickly reassuring my legs, I retreat after that slyly doggish annlmle, but he scromble up fence with hooked claws resembling cats. Too lute for me! Turkey had escaped from my rear attack. ' Mr. Editor, heroes is most brave when reporting failures. So I drag together my soul and encroach toward dining room, where I could hear those 8 thanksglvers complaining about everything. I walk In there carrying empty pan. "Banzai I" I holla, poking forth vacant dish. "Your digestion shall avoid this agony." "What Is?" all exclaim while leaptlng to their feetware. "You should all be very thanksgiving," I snuggest. "You hnve been res cued from considerable preserved poison by one patriotic dog what sacriflct himself by eloping with Hon. Turkey before he could be ate." "You mean we shall have no turkey?" snagger all. "How can we fill his vacant platter?" sobb Hon. Mrs. "I should be thank ful for Hon. Turkey, however tough!" Just while she say this crashy ! ! Loud sound of approaching dog heard from kitchen window, and Hon. Fldo with waggish tnll trott Into dining room, carrying that enormnldus bird in his careful teeth. He lay that absent fowel reverently at my feets. "non. Fldo do not care for this enlarged chicken, so he bring him back," I report. "Dinner are now spoilt!" decry non. Mrs. "How could you speak it?"I research. "When turkey go, you say, Dlnnei ruined!' When he come back, you, 'Dinner epoilfl' I am Impossible to understand about American customs. "You have Thanksgive dinner so you enn set around making bewails. So foolish to do ! Why you no choose this date to kick out Misfortune?" "I shall do so!" abrupt Hon. Goober, arising upwards. "First Misfortune to kick will be in your direction." Next he rejected me through window by force of Swedish Jiu-jitsu. Hon. Fido arrive by next kick, and Hon. Turkey flew afterward, striking me on hair so earnestly he left me quite brainless. Hoping you the same, Yours truly, HASHIMURA TOGO. Copyright. 1916, by International Preu Bureau.) No Thought of Coming Fate MtMm SIMPLE RECORD OF FIRST THANKSGIVING When the Devout Pilgrims Showed Their Gratitude for Their Blessings. . .UR harvest being gotten in, m our governor WIIHam Brad ford! sent four men on foul ing, so that we might after a more special manner rejoice together after we had gnthered the fruit of our labors. They four in one day killed as much foule as, with a little help beside, served the company almost a weeke. At which time, amongst other recrea tion, we exercised our orms, many of the Indians coming amongst us, nnd among the rest their greatest king, Massasolt, with some ninety men, whom for three days we entertained nnd feasted, and they went out nnd killed fine deer, which they brought, to the plantation and bestowed on our governor and upon the captain Miles Stnndlsh and others." Such Is the historic record of the first Thanksgiving In Plymouth colony 291 years ago. Less than a year before the Mayflower, bearing Its little band of 102 Pilgrims, anchored off the rock bound New England coast. Alone in the boundless wilderness of the New World the heroic Puritans struggled through the relentless winter, battling with snow and wind, savage foes, hun ger, sickness, nnd death Itself. In three months their number was almost one-half of the entire company. But with the spring time life looked more kindly upon the exiles ; summer smiled their corn fields, and autumn brought abundant harvest. A few little dwellings had been built, and prepa rations had been made for others, mak ing a tiny oasis of homes on the desert of the New World. Then It was that Governor Bradford issued his first proclamotion, and the Pilgrims and their Indian guests partook of that first and now historic American feast. CLOSE TO HEARTS OF ALL AMERICANS Particular Reason Why Thanks giving Day Should Be- Gen erally Celebrated Here. OVE of the oldest and best beloved holidays in the whole year comes to us this week oldest in our history because the Puritan fathers celebrated It when they did not celebrate Christmas, best beloved because it is a holiday all our own, typically American through and through. Nations all over the world celebrate Christmas, New Years aud Easter. Even our Independence day has Its echo In the French July 14, but Thanksgiving day is the entire proper ty of the American people, and per haps this adds the extra luster which makes it a day apart In the heart of every citizen. T 1 .-I l 1 f r. .1, xls uiiiu na ju lilt; itiLiiia, kiiulv the harvest season was closed with a day set aside for the giving of thnnkit for the crops just harvested. In real ity it Is a national harvest festival, but its meaning has come to cover more than Just the harvest season alone. Now this holiday Is accorded us for the rendition of thanks for the bless? ings of the entire year. We find that during the Revolutioo the observance of this day for giving thanks had become so general that congress recommended each year a Thanksgiving day. This was an an nual occurrence until the end of the war, when a day was set aside In 1784, for rendering thanks for the re turn of peace. Agnln in 1780 Wash ington appointed a day of thanksgiving for the adoption of the Constitution. It was in this year also that the Epis copal church formolly recognized the right of the civil government to rec ommend such a feast day. Sympathy is the only charitable gift Of some people. eRATITUDE is a virtue) too often inadequately ex pressed However, it does not follow that we ex wholly or even seriously deficient tn apprecia tion because of failure to be continually openly acKnowledglng indebtedness for a multitude of blessings. An individual too quicK or too profuse in expressions of thanKa runs the risK. of being regarded with a bit of suspicion. In its inner tabernacle the humble soul may daily sing praises for a continuance of blessings and by a pre dominance of such thoughts develop a beauty and rich ness which will thrill and inspire when occasion demands that it should be heard. The nobility of our thoughts and not the multitude of our words determines our character. ThanKa giving is more a matter of attitude than of 8peahing. It is spiritual. This does not mean that we should be dumb tn the presence of an abundance of good things showered up on us by Providence and by friends. Out of the abund ance of a grateful heart the mouth 6hould speaK. A virtue well developed cannot be stifled true character speaKs through every act, when words are scant ThanKsgiving should be a daily devotion, unmarred by mocKery or insincerity. Such devotion was more pre dominant among our pious New England forebears than with us today. Comparatively scant as were their bless ings and grievous as were their privations, they sincerely professed to find much occasion for daily thanksgiving. Even with these devotions a day of special thanKsgrvmg and 'praise was deemed meet. And thus was born the beautiful custom of our rn"' ThanKsgiving.