Newspaper Page Text
If (E)ilTiutt D ' fliyint ff “And .et them sacrifice the sacrifice of thanksg vlng.—Psalm cvii, 22. Lord, what have I but empty hands. And aching feet from hopeless quests. And memories of barren lands. And days and years of sore unrests? The censer that I fain would swing Holds neither fragrant herb nor spice i There are no first-fruits I may bring To heap in thanKful sacrifice. Shall I amid life’s stubble glean To find the grain the harvest leaves. Then gaze, contented and serene. The while my neighbors count their sheaves ? There is no gold, nor house, nor land That I may thanK Thee it is mine I may not measure with my hand Thy tithing of my com arid wine. Had I all these, then might I Kneel And pray with fervent, easy speech That were an echo of my weal. Of all that was within my reach. Shall 1 with Pharisaic grace Bow down and play the hypocrite. And fling my prayer in Thy face With not a heartbom word in it? Nay. not in money let me count The worth of all that 1 have had Nor miserliKe tell the amount Of what rich gifts have made me glad Though I have tasted of defeat. Still have I left the strength to rise. The tempter or the foe to meet With newer courage in my eyes. So. thus I pray with empty hands But not. Lord, with an empty heart t Though from fair houses and rich lands My lines are ever cast apart i Poor in all things save this< That I Need never thanK Thee for my spoil And that there is no haunting sigh To breaK my slumber after toil. (Copyright, uj W. U t Umpuu. u.j DAY OF FAMILY REUNIONS Thanksgiving Not Complete If a Face la Misted From the House hold Gathering. During the Brut long winter In Ply- Mouth one-half the little bund of pil grims died. The winter snow covered their leveled graves, and when spring warmth removed that friendly cover ing the survivors planted grain above the graves, that waving blades of wheat or com might hide the colony's loss from the cruel eyes of the foe whom fear alone restrained from open warfare The pilgrims' hearts were •tout, and though their eyes might grow dim at times in looking over the fields where only mysterious patches of a brighter green revealed to their •ad knowledge the secret of a hidden grave, they dashed away the tears and only strove the more to carry on the task those tired lingers had let fall. And when autumn came with its abundant harvest the great thanksgiv ing feast they held was In communion with the lost. Secure In the belief that their dear ones In happier •pheres were rejoicing with them, they gave thanks for home, for har vest, and for hope. Since then Thanksgiving day h-ns been a day of family reunions The distant son returns, the grandchildren gather around the table, the old peo ple take pleasure In welcoming the familiar race? that time Is changing and the new faces added to the widen ing family circle. It Is a day of care i*S9 mirth and thankful gladness. Some go to church to find an expres sion for the feelings which find them voiceless, and otherrs feel only vague ly, If at all, the need of more than the tacit acceptance neid enjoyment of all that the day brings There are house hold games and the sports of winter, and if the great football contests seem to overshadow more spontaneous di versions the actual figures would show that not one In a thousand of the population of the country attends the matches. The thoughts of the preach ers are apt to turn to the betterment of civic or political conditions, rea •onlng that the way to show thank fulness for public blessings Is to pro cure more of them. Not even these •cnous thoughts can turn the charac ter of the day away from that Im pressed upon It at the beginning, an occasion for feasting on what Provi dence has bestow id In reward for courage and for toll. The minor •train that runs through the music of the affections lr heard by those whose hearts one; tirllled to voices silent now but the r ’.’irlt of the day Is to re joice. For what Is secure In memory, for the blessings of the year and the day, for the promise of the future, may we be truly thankful. SET AFART FOR GRATITUDE Thanksgiving the Day of All Days on Which We Should Remember Our Blessings. On Thanksgiving day moat of us. with deliberate Intention and perhaps no little effort, close the door by which grumbles enter and open wide the other door that lets In praise. For cnce gratitude has the right of way And we are Just a little bit ashamed to be found In the dull company of complaint. At the Thanksgiving serv ice, If we attend It. we grre ourselves to a deliberate enumeration of our blessings and remember, pernaps, now many there are less favored than our selves. There Is not time for a com plete and permanent smoothing out of the wrinkles of care and perplexity before we sit down at the bountifully laden table, but on the whole we are ready to enter Into the spirit of the time. I Thanksgiving, then, a rever sal or an occasional accentuation of the proper habit of a Christian's life? If there must be rusty hinges, should they be upon the doors of praise, while the other door of grumbling works with constant ease? The un disputed right of way In the Thanks giving season ought to be the right of way for all the year. Praise first then grumble, If you positively must, but he sure t< > Ive the right of way to gratitude. I hat would be better for our homes than a big legacy, and more smoothing to our foreheads than any of the measures the beauty ma kers recommend. - -Congregationalism COMMENT COURTEOUS. (**??) Am "Now good digestion wait on appe tite. as t nakespeare says." said the landlady when the star boarder began carving the turkey Slmktspeun- aiso aid that all this world s a stage, Mrs. Pinehem, but don't you think It is carrying the Sliakspearean idea and the stage simile a tritte too tar when you try to serve papier much* turkey? Song of the Plump Turkey. 1 am growing quite uneasy. I'm so fat I'm getting wheesy. For a month they've Kept me fed till my suspicions are aroused - Aye, so fat 1 merely wobble, and i hard ly care to gobble. And at night they all take pains to see that 1 am safely housed. 1 surmise there's something doing—can it be there's trouble brewing?— From the interest they take It's a! most certai.. as can be Every bone In me is shaking and my very aov.l la quaking. For I fear the worst Is coming—com lug mighty quick to ms. I in fancy see a platter and I hear the clink and clatter Of the dishes, knives and forks as Br: dget files around the room: But the worst of all my dreaming Is the flash of crimson gleaming When my head is on the block and I at laat have met my doom | Ufa Is growing sad and palling- pardon, please, the tear drops falling - For a turkey's life is hard this time of year, as you can see: Woe is me and deep my sobbing, and my heart with grief is throbbing. For I fear the worst la coming—com ! lag mighty quick to ms! tVAY TO MAKE OX TAIL STEW Jut Up the Joints and Serve in Cestes of Hot Dish With the Vegetables. One ox tall, one tablespoonful of lour, one tcaspoonlul of mushroom catsup, one heaping tablespoonful of dripping, one onion, one carrot, one turnip, salt and pepper. Wash the tall well in warm water and cut it up at the joints; the larger joints may be cut In two. Dry the pieces well and mix on a plate the flour, salt and pepper. Rub each piece of tail over with this mixture. Put into a sauce pan the dripping and let It get quite hot, theD fry the pieces of tall all round In it, and lift them out when done. Pour out the fat that remains and return the pieces of tail to tba pan with the onion chopped up, two cupfuls of water and the mushroom catsup, and stew very gently for one and one-half hours. Cut the ear.ot and turnip Into very neat pieces, add them and stew for three-quarters of an hour longer. If well and slowly cooked this Is a delightful stew, as the ox tall contains a great deal of gelatine. Dish the meat in the center of a hot dish with the vegetables around It. gS^I As red currants are more expensivq than red raspberries, by cooking on quart of currants and two quarts of red raspberries together the Juice makes delicious Jell, having a delight* ful currant flavor, and Is of a beautiful rich red color. After canning peaches a delicious peach marmalade can be made by cooking the peeling and seeds to* gether, then rubbing them through thq sieve. The seeds add an excellent fla* vor. Add sugar to taste and cook tq desired thickness. As there Is nq waste peaches for canning, even at high prices, are within the reach of most everyone. An excellent currant sauce for cold meats can be made by cooking equal parts of red currants and raisins toj gether. Add sugar and spices tq taste. Blrthd-/ Cake. One-half pound butter, one halt pound dates, one-half pound browrj sugar, one-half pound citron, sliced, one-half pound flour, two pounds ralsi Ins, sliced, yolks five eggs, one pounq currants, one tablespoon brandy, one tablespoon each cinnamon, allspicq and doves, one teaspoon mace, one ! tablespoon vanilla, one teaspoon oj j lemon, one teaspoon almond, cream, | butter and sugar, add egg one at it time, then one-half the flour. Than j add spices and one-half teaspoon soda, dissolved In a little water. Mix thq remainder of the flour with the prei pared fruit and mix In with the hands, Hake two and one-half hours in a steady oven in which there is a Jar erf water. Fish and Lemon Juice. Take a three-pound fish. Clean, cut and sprinkle with salt. Leave for three hours; cut fine one good, medi um sized onion, let simmer In a table spoonful of butter, add one pint of boiling water, pinch of ginger, pepper, mustard; put In the fish; boll sloW 20 minutes. Sauce —Beat well th yolks of six eggs, Juice of three lem ons; add the hot gravy from fish to yolks and lemons, stirring well, so eggs will not curdle; then put back on stove, let come to a boll and place fish In a dish, pour sauce over, put) away to cool; garnish with lettuce leaves, add one tablespoonful of chopped parsley to sauce. Sweet Spiced Pickles. Soak cucumbers In cold water coni taming a handful of salt over night. After thoroughly washing them in the morning, drain, and scald In vinegar and water, half'and half, then drain off ami put pickles In cans. Put one anil one-half teaspoonfuls of mixed whole spices, also small pieces o( horseradish in tops of cans and one half cupful sugn.* to each quart of vin egar. Cover with scalding vinegar and seal. To Starch Linens. In starching linens and similar goods too light for mourning starch and too dark for the white, put In the boiling starch a large piece of tissue paper lu shade to match as nearly aa possible the dress material. This will dissolve, and when the starch la strained nothing but the dye will re main. making a starch of the exact color desired. This Is a good hint for the woman who does much color embroidery of the stiffly starched variety. Nut Custard Tarts. One-quarter of a pound of ground chestnuts, one-quarter of a pound of sugar, one-quarter of a pound of but-j ter. one pint of milk, three eggs. Beat the eggr ~nd sugar well together, melt and add the butter, then the ground' nuts and lastly the milk. Pour intot a double boiler and stir over the flr>v until the mixture thickens. Linn some patty pans with rich paste, near-1 ly till with the cooked mixture and bake In a moderate oven. Nut Cake. One-half cup butter, I>4 cups sugar, three eggs. 2t* cups flour, It* tea-, spoons baking powder, one-half cup mlllt. one cup nuts, any preferred. Rub the butter and sugar to a cream, add eggs well beaten, then the flour sifted two times with powder. Mix: with the milk and nuts Into a thin batter and bake In paper-lined tin 35 minutes. Spaghetti ala Mexicano. A savory and delicious dish enjoved by the Mexicans One-half package spaghetti, cooked in boiling salt wa ter. twenty minutes, drain, add one can of tomatoes, strain. Have cook ing one pound Hamburg steak with, two large onions. Chop fine and add to mixture. Season with red pepper, paprika, adding six olives chopped Cue. ■| ? )ulladeC ° ffl arvcs3?ome Fields are barren and woods are brown. Southward turns the wild birds’ flight ; Winter is coming with roar and frc m Spreading fain mantle gleaming v ib But at the father's hearth unite The old and young from far and r To greet with laughter and deligL The Harvest Home of all the year. Forgot tie weight of labor’s crown. To pleasure now the hours invi>e; The merry shoots of children drown Their elders' talk of “business” trite; With smiles is every face bedight. Ring ont tbe voices sweet and clear— Each maid's a queen,each lad's a knight This Harvest Home of all the year. Not wealth nor place nor cot of gowi., 'T in work well done sets hearts alight j Alike to those of farm and town Shines Home's fair beacon fondly bright; Tar float youth’s songs across the night— Now let the crisp winds roar and veer, Strong doors shut out the storm kil l's might This Harvest Home of all the year. ENVOI Prince, grant that when oar youth takes flight And Age’s sore message doth appear Heaped high. Love's store shall joy invite —• That Harvest Rome of Life's round year. WITHIN OUR OWN HEARTS Annual Season of Praise and Prayer Belongs to Each of Us For Ourselves The president ami the governors of states appoint Thc.eksgivHig day; but each person makes U tor himself. It cannot be made In haste. The choic est things or'the year must be gath ered together In thought and put into It. First are the permanent treasures of life. God is. and is our Father. We have his word and his spirit. We are in his family, not as servants but as sons, and “the son abldeth for ever." We have, therefore, a future unbounded by time In the father’s i house. These everlasting values en | rich present life beyond limit. The day when men’s attention Is concen | (rated on them becomes Thanksgiving ; day. We put Into It also what the years have given us—family affections and friendships. Ties suspended by cir cumstances. not broken, are renewed, as faces of the absent ones reappear In the home. The past Is revived In the family Interchange of experiences, as members of a household survey the treasures they have gained and gathered together. The wealth of the years grows as It mover our grati tude. The blessings of this year must be put into Thanksgiving day. The work that was planned when the winter's shortest days began to lengthen Is done. The harvest Is completed. We do not count the losses today. We put the disappointments and sorrows out of sight for the present. We are not making a fast but a feast. The tables are loaded with good things, which symbolize the good things of the year and of all the years and of the eternal life And how many of them are here with us—the husband, the wife, the children, father and mother, friends at hand and mes sages from those afar, the home and all it contains We have a Christian fellowship, a great and prosperous country at pence with the world and with a helpful mission to other na tions which Is being nobly fulfilled. But something still Is lacking It is the flavor to the food, the ptquancv to the appetite, the flowers to adorn the table. What we give gives value to what we have "God setteth the solitary In families.'’ If there Is a chair vacant at our table some touch one must be found to fill it \\ bile there are homes unprovided, ours can not be rompletelv rea iy for the festl val. "S-nd portions unto him fo* whom nothing 1? pr-parert; for tht day is holy unto our Lord " Thus ou table is adorned and Its plainest foot' made rich Now the day made We unite t thanksgiving and we share the feat in a harpy fellowship surrounded b an uneoun'ed multitude of merry mr king homes, whose unspoken greet'- to one another exp’alns the mean!’ of our national Thanksgiving and: For the Joy of the Lord Is yo strength." Gallant? "Now, Mr. Blunt." says one of tr ladles of uncertain age but positb • looks. "I know Just what you are thin lng of as you sit here between u You are thinking How harry could be with either were t'other de charmer away' Truly, now. aren you*" "Honestly. I am not," declares tb brutal mao. 1 J/^pi^uyT &y Blanche TflNN£f?D/£i/H SHOULD think people jjftjj would krow enough < stay at heme on Thanks Fa kl giving! Any one o " sense would know fan: . a Hies like to be alone one ILB fcgg day In the y*ar.” Eliza beta threw and jwn tbe let ter she had been reading “Why. Elizabeth, what's this at: about?” asked her husband. “I suppose you won't think it Is any thing, but It just spoils our day to gether. We weren't going to have any one here tomorrow except th* family, and now Gertrude Allison ha written that she will be out in tbe afternoon ” “Elizabeth, you ain't going back on your old school friends that way. are you? She won’t be here for din ner, so I don’t see why you shoult" object to her coming for a little while even If it is Thanksgiving.” “O, Tom, 1 didn’t think you would lose all jour sentiment so soon. You seem to have forgotten altogether that thlj is our first Thanksgiving in our new home.” And Elizabeth pet tishly v/lped away a few tears. “Here comes Don. Perhaps he can suggest a way out of your troubles, sale her husband with evident relief “Hello, sis, what’s the matter? You look as black as a thunder cloud. 1 see, had a quarrel with Tom, and the first year, too. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Leonard." “Don't be silly, Don,” his sister pouted. “I suppose you will disagree with me Just as Tom did. Here's a letter from Gertrude saying she v ill be here on Thanksgiving.” "Well, sister mine, may I ask the cause of your displeasure?" “The cause! That's Just like a man. Can’t you see. either, that we want to be alone on that day?” “Poor Betsy! Shall I telegraph, ‘Only the family wanted. Others will please stay at home and —?’ ” "Do stop your nonsense, Don. I suppor.e I am foolish, but I thought we’d have such a good time together.” Elizabeth sighed. About an hour before dinner time the telephone rang and was answered by Elizabeth. “Hello! Who is it? O, Gertrude! Well, well, old girl, are you actually there? Glad? I guess I am. Just wait until I get you at arms' length. Coming out to dinner? Oh, that'fi lovely. And stay all night, can't youl Good! You needn’t think I’ll let you go tomorrow. You've got to give me a week at least. Won’t we have a good time talking over old times? But you must stay. Don't be a min ute late. Goodby.” “Oh, for heaven's sake, what’ll I do?” asked Elizabeth, as she hung up (he receiver with a nervous bang and faced her husband. “Where am I going to put her. I’d like to know. There’s nothing to do but make Don give up his room and go to the hotel. And, oh—l’ll have to clean that room at once! It’s the worst looking place I ever saw." Half an hour later as Don mounted the stairs he was surprised to find his special sanctum undergoing an un usual process. "Impossible!” he exclaimed. "Don’t you dare to come In here!" his sister commanded. “Certainly if you don’t wish." "Go down and tell Nora to put on an extra plate. Gertrude Is coming tc dinner." Elizabeth added in a tons that left no room for comments. And Don obeyed, speechless for once. Dinner was ready, but there was nc sign of Gertrude. “Let’s sit down and eat.” suggested Don. “Yes. very likely!" his sister re | torted, appealing to the little familj gathering. , . The bell rang. "There she Is now sis,” said Don. "Go and give her I | sister’s welcome.” “1 can't understand It," 6ald Eliza- beth, as she returned In a few min utes with an open letter in her hand “Can't understand what?" she wai asked “Why. here's a special delivery from Gertrude saying she will not be In th city until tomorrow. What does 11 mean? She Just telephoned me at hour ago that she would be here tc dinner.” Don threw up both hands an< laughed. “Ha! Ha! Betsy, Betsy! I'll bet or Betsy every time!" He threw him self on the lounge and smothered hit face In the pillows. “Stop rolling round that way anf tell me what the matter Is!" EHzabetl commanded. "You're a great girl! But thei women are all alike.” “Tell me this instant what yot mean." Don rose from the couch, and drop ping upon one knee before the offend ed mistress of the house he said "Sister, mine, forgive me if you car but I couldn't resist the temptation." "Get up! Get up, I say! Do yo mean to tell me that you played tha trick on me?” "Betsy, you made suck a fuss shot Gertrude s coming that I thought I like to seo how you would act If tl lady herself should happen to a nounce such a mad possibility, sc vent to the corner telephone—a .ound out!” Donald Warner, you are a ne: —me meanest thin* on earth its six .er dropped Into a chair a' overed her face with her hands "Poor dear. It was a shnme jase trick!" Don admitted contrite as he patted her head and wt .’erred the faces of the smiling group “I just think, sister, my room is cleane he whispered for her ear alone. Al Bu BDAH^WIKISi When the winds of bleak November Down the chimney moan and sigh, Stirring into life each ember Till the fiLintes roar fierce and high Then my thoughts reveit to boyhood, When Thanksgiving Day drew nigh. In the fiames I see the farmhouse, And the woodland brown and sere Where the sportsman’s rifie echoed As that day of days drew near. Scenes which ever shall be cherished In the burning logs appear. I can see the deep old cellar Where the apple bins, piled high, Overshadowed heaps of pumpkins Golden as the sunset sky, And the casks of new fall cider Stood along the wall close by. As the old-time scenes are fading While the fire slowly dies, Visions of a groaning table Are presented to my eyes, And I almost scent the fragrance Of the mince and pumpkin pies. KEEPING THE FEAST TRUE MEANING OF LESSON OF THANKSGIVING. Should Bo Time of Rejoicing for All, Those Who Have Abundance Sharing With Their Less Fortunate Brethren. The sober Joyfulness of the first New England Thanksgiving did not exhaust Itself in a single day. Gov ernor Bradford after the first scanty harvest made deliberate provision for three days' feasting and rejoicing, during which the Infant colony enter tained more than its own number of visiting Indians. It Is true that these guests contributed venison for the feast, as they had earlier contributed corn for the use of the cotonv. hut the heart of the feast was In the hospitality which made them wel come. It would be hard to Imagine a greater contrast than that which must have existed between the sober garb and quiet manners of the Pil grims. schooled In persecution and privation, and the fanatic dress and unrestrained Impulses of Massasolt and his people. The Indian could be dignified enough upon occasion, but his uncareful self Indulgence even more than tha colonists’ hospitable unbending was the sign of an unusual confidence. That mutual confidence and good understanding, to the con tinuance of which these days of thaksglvlng and feasting evidently contributed not a little, procured those necessary years of peace and security which enabled the weakness of the Pilgrim colony to harden Into Btrength. We call Thanksgiving day especial ly a home festival, and Its associations are most delightful in family reunions and home pleasures. Yet the prece dent of Plymouth hospitality has never been and never ought to be neglected. It Is a time when those who are blessed with home Joys take pleasure In sharing them with the homeless. Families enlarge them selves to Include not only the scat tered next of kin. but those also who are far from their own home circle. A touch of the blessed spirit of home Joy and mutual helpfulness stretches beyond the limits of the family to Include those for whom the day would otherwise be lonelier than others days for privation of home companionships. This gracious hospitality of the Thanksgiving season brings borne memories to many guests. It ought to have Its teachings for many others —young men and women In our towns who dream of homes yet to be earned or realized—in keeping them in touch with the true home spirit. There Is no selfishness in true home love. It Is not merely as a refuge for our selves that we build the walls and ay the hearth and kindle the fire nd spread the table. To gain • Hymn of Praise We hold our hands to Thee. O Lord of Hosts! And praise Thee for Thy blessings manifold. We thank Thee for tha bounteous harvest yield. The garnered opulence of vine and field. The work of man with full fruition crowned. We thank Thee that we live with eouls attuned To all the beauty of the pulsing world. We thank Thee for the heroes of the quiet ways When to man knoweth. but who live thy praise. The a!lent heroes In the ways forgot. We pralae Thee that ne brother lives enslaved. Free hearts, free hones' aye. let thanksgiving rlsa The end of strife- <hs soldier's duty done; The rich rewanV -Che Joys of freedom won. nank Oodl ye people, far the gift of peace. home and make It beautiful Is the dream oi many of these homeless ones. To make home ministrant and hospitable and so to crown it with, a higher beauty ought to be the sug gestion of the happy feasting and fel lowship of Thanksgiving. The community was the host In that first Plymouth festival, yet the community divided Into families. As they kept the feast In the large family groups Into which the necessity ot house building and defense had up to this time divided them, did any of them think, we wonder, of the law of the jeissover established for other exiles and pilgrims so many centuries before: "And If the household be too little for the lamb, let him and his neighbor next unto his house take It according to the number of tho souls”? Asa community we are today much further from absolute want and peril of starvation than the Pilgrims wero when they began the custom of tho yearly feast of thanksgiving Yet there are many of our people who, if they keep the feast, must keep It in the midßt of poverty and peril u? want. In the widst of greater want and peril the forefathers Invited strangers to the feast, providing what they could They were wholly freo from that false pride, so common now adays. which thinks most of appear ances and is ashamed to offer hos pitality unless It Is possible, also, to make a show of wealth. Out of what they had the fathers gave God thanka and entertained the strangers at their gates. The other spirit of false pride and Bhame robs both guest and host of the best Joy of the Thanksgiving time —the Joy of common faith In the Giver of all good, and of cordial wel come which has nothing to conceal and nothing to assert. This simplici ty of welcome, this quietness of a I cheerful spirit, must ever be more | grateful to the guest than formal show of multiplied courses and elab orate adornment of the table. PROOF POSITIVE Chick —It looks to me as If I wer an orphan.