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A Sense of Approaching Doom
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EAR LADIES, I thank you for
the Thanksgiving basket. It
was a surprise to me. i The
kids wuz crazy.
Yours thankful,
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
"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,
Copyright. 1916, by International Preu Bureau.)
No Thought of Coming Fate
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.
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
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.

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