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THANKSGIVING FOR OUR NEW COLONIES UNCLE SAM'S First Thanksgiving IN HIS NEW COLONIES. On November 2lf the stars and stripes, for the first time in history, will be waving over possessions reaching half way around the globe, and under the flag the outposts of our conquering soldiers will initiate our new dusky colonists into eating canned turkey and canned mince pie in tlie an nual grand national jubilee. v LAST year about 65,000,000 people celebrated Thanksgiving day under the Stars and Stripes. This year nearly 80,000,000 will take part in our great annual feast of turkey and pie and give thanks for blessings bestowed upon them dur ing the past twelve months. Needless to say the large number of additional celebrators have come over to our side from Cuba, Porto Rico. Ha waii the Ladrones and the Philippines. And they are glad to come and take part in our feast, for they seem to realize just how much they have to be thankful for by being freed from the heavy yoke of Spain. Last year nearly all of our 65.000,000 population celebrated Thanksgiving day within the boundaries of the United States. This year nearly 100,000 of the same people will observe the day in our new possessions, far from their old homes, but safe and happy under the flag of Uncle Sam. It is these soldier boys who will in troduce our new colonists to the joys and nightmares of Thanksgiving day. Of course you know that a Thanksgiv ing day that is not followed by a night mare is not a success. If you don't be lieve it ask any small boy who did not get enough turkey and mince pie to bring about the desired result. Verily he will tell you that the day was a dead failure. However, there is little danger of our soldier boys not being able to have the nightmare if they wish, judging by the amount of canned good things that have been sent over the seas in inter esting looking boxes during the last few weeks. There has been enough and to spare and it is safe to say our new citizens of tropic isles will get these and then declare that Thanksgiving day is the greatest of all the feast days, even if it is not down in the Saints' almanac. Many things will be lacking in these feasts in the far away land 3 that were a regular part of the day's celebration last year. There is hardly likely to be a browned and steaming turkey served whole in either Cuba or the Pnilippines. But there will be plenty v of canned tur key and the mince pie and plum pud dings are not likely to lose flavor on account of being a few weeks old and packed in hermetically sealed tins. All the good things that can be packed in cans, jars or bottles will be on hand in plenty. Cider may be lacking and pos sibly some of the favorite beverages of the islands made to take its place. Soup of all kinds will come in tins, and even oysters will be served in all sorts of styles fresh from the latest patent packages. It is going to be a great day over most of the habitable globe and it is to be hoped that all the good things that have been sent will reach our boys far away from home In good season for the feast. If not there is no denying but what our boys will observe the day as near as they can with all sorts of make shifts. Chickens are plentiful in Ma nila and they don't make such a bad substitute for turkeys when far from the land where the turkey grows in all his glory. The observance of Thanksgiving day in our new colonies is sure to make the natives open their eyes very, very wide; but not as wide is it will make them open their mouths when they see the canned Thanksgiving feast gotten up by our patriotic soldiers under stress of circu-nstances. BIG PUMPKIN PIE for SAN FRANCISCO. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater. Had a wife and couldn't keep her. Put her in a pumpkin shell And there he kept her very well. AFTER the Thanksgiving dinner there will be enough pumpkin shells for all the World and his wife. Fur on that day, by a conservative estimate, 70,000 pies will be consumed in San Francisco alone. Fully three-fourths of those pies will be made of pumpkin or squash. Although mince pies are just as typical of the Thanksgiving they are more expensive and families of modest means confine themselves to the pumpkin pies. Seventy thousand pies for the city of San Francisco "only allows one-rifth of a pie to each person. Considering the pie capacity of the average youth this appears ludicrously small. And those who on other days eschew pies, on Thanksgiving satisfy their craving for pie, although they are confident of reaping an aftermath of doctors' bills. There are always public dinners for those who cannot afford luxuries in their own homes. But many do not avail themselves of this privilege, so all things considered, a fifth of a pie for each person is a fair average. The pumpkin crop is a large one and especially good. The conservative esti mate for this State places the output at 1,300,000 pounds. This promises a deluge of delicious pumpkin pies that ought to equal those like "mother used to make" in New England. For the great pie belt runs through the heart of New England, and. like the Thanksgiving holiday itself, is thoroughly 'New England." Typical pies are composed of three ingredients. They are either made of pumpkin, mince meat or apples. The reason for this is evident. In those days there waa nothing besides apples and squash that could be converted into pies. The apples were either used alone or for mince meat. When the Governor after the first awful winter that the colonies en dured established a day of thanksgiv ing it was natural that it shoruld fall on Thursday, and that pie should be the piece de resistance of the dinner. The choice of days fell upon Thurs day, because it was necessary to have the unwonted excitement in the middle THE SAN FBANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1898. of the week. Monday's washing and Tuesday's ironing were disposed of and there were twp days left to compose the spirits for /the Puritanical Sabbath. The first Thanksgiving days were rather joyless, affairs. There was al ways the bountiful repast, and rela tives far and near gathered at the one festive board, but there were also the ready firearms for the lurking Indian. nAs each year passed the day of Thanksgiving was celebrated with more joy and merriment. The menu for the Thanksgiving dinner remained as long, but the prayers grew shorter. There was the same preparation for weeks beforehand, and the gathering of all the scattered members of the fam ily, but games and amusements crept into the programme for the day. The custom did not travel South. There Christmas was the holiday of the year. Thanksgiving was never ob served. But wherever New England people settled in the West the day was observed. Thanksgiving was not made a na tional holiday until Lincoln's adminis tration. Even then it was not until some time after the war that the Southern people took any note of Thanksgiving. The only feature of the day that has remained the same throughout the years is the Thanksgiving dinner. T2\e turkey and pies enjoy their time-hon ored places. The observance of the day is now general. But the manner of ob serving it varies. Football has at tained the place of honor on the pro gramme, wherever there is brawn and muscle enough to form football teams. In San Francisco, where the two uni versity teams meet annually on Thanksgiving day, the interest in the outcome f-ven overshadows the house wife's concern in the" flaky piecrust. In a measure, too, the outcome af fects the consumption of pies. If the team that has the largest following is defeated, it naturally affects the appe tite and the consumption of pie is de creased. The same rule holds good vice versa. The similarity in the shape of the pumpkin and a football, by the law of eternal harmonics, may have brought about the inevitable game of football on Thanksgiving day. This, of course, is but a theory. Historians have en tirely overlooked this important point. To really follow the lines laid down the Puritanical ancestors' pie should be eaten at all three meals on Thanks giving day. In the great pie belt, pie for breakfast is an ordinary occur rence, but outside of the region of perpetual pies there are those who find it difficult to eat pie for breakfast. In California they manage to do their share in the demolition of 70,000 pies at the other two meals. The 70,000 pies are not oonsumed by the New Englanders and their de scendants. Whatever the birthplace, every one falls a pie-eating on Thanks giving day. Palates accustomed to the entrees of France, the macaroni of Italy and the tamales of Mexico lend themselves on this day to the seductive charm of the pie. This is a cosmo politan city, but on Thanksgiving day the old-fashioned New England pie puts all oth<?r dishes to blush in point of popularity. Seventy thousand pies consumed in one day in San Francisco is probably as big a showing as any city of its size outside of the great pie belt can produce. Cranberries for THANKSGIVING. WHEN the cranberries are ripe on Cape Cod few are the fam ilies that do not join in the picking. On a sparkling morning in October the vil lage street in old Weymouth was lit erally alive with wagons of every de scription, all going to the bogs. No one would have suspected a crowd of workers in that well-dressed com pany, the girls in fresh calico skirts of fashionable cut. They wore big hay makers' hats, trimmed profusely with colored cambric in cockades and frills. Other women pickers wore sunbonnets and shakers; indeed, there were head coverings of all kinds. The hands of the pickers naturally gave them much concern, for the week's work, or even the day's, would be very severe on unhardened fingers. Both men and women wore some kind of big. loose gloves shorn of fingers, their nails being covered with hardened beeswax. Soon we left the village and were winding over an unfenced piny waste, which .seemed never to have been culti vated. At intervals we came to big dark stretches of matted shrubs, en circled by horizons of pines. These were bogs in their natural wild state Once lakes, they have become filled up to a great depth with peculiar water loving vegetation— generations of plants growing above each other. fseless as they appear, they are valuable in two ways; they are the home of the wild cranberry and often indicate the vicin ity of bog Iron ore. The cranberry bog is subjected, however, to quite an ex pensive culture and not less than three years of preparation. The vines must feel the cold water which seeps through the bogs, yet they need protection from frost in June and from extreme wintry cold. This protection is secured by flooding, and a system of irrigation is needed. The owner of a bog must own Quite an extensive water right in neigh boring ponds. The bog is also crossed at regular intervals by narrow ditches which are used for the distribution of the water. In winter a sheet of ice covers it, and in June, if a frost is im pending, a sheet of water seems to pro tect the cranberries against injury from the cold. We passed many of the sparkling blue ponds which are such a lovely feature of the region, and soon the Crowfish bog came in sight, already dotted with pickers In groups of twenty or thirty. Our wagon was driven under some trees and soon emptied. And then the knights of the kettle hurried to the tally station, where they recorded their names upon a wide sheet of paste board, and where a Weymouth girl credits them by a stroke of the pencil for every measure they pick. Next the field marshal distributes to each a big shining tin measure holding eight quarts. Thus armed, off they start at a run down a narrow path, which shakes under the foot, and are quickly down on their knees upon the thick green-and-red carpet. There is no vis ible soil; the bog springs like a hair mattress, spread as are the vines upon the top of the older growths — but they are slender bushes, not vines, wiry and set thick with minute stiff leftves and loaded with berries, clean, bright, hard, and of every exquisite tint of red and yellow. The law of the field Is to leave none behind the picker. The "bosses," ex perienced pickers, direct the crowd and see that there is no neglect, cheating nor confusion. "You can't step over that string," said one of the juniors to me. "Can't I? It's only two feet high." "Yes; but you daren't, I mean. No one can go over until all the berries are picked clean on this side of it." "Oh! that is the rule, then?" When I was fairly dpwn on my knees, shoulder to shoulder with some record breaking picker I realized the awful earnestness of it. The maw of my six quart measure looked terribly big; but in not many minutes the first of its rings of division was covered. At last it was full and I found myself picking my row in solitude and aching from the posture. Arrived at the tally to dis charge my load — it scored me one and that meant 10 cents— l remained there to watch the rest, who were more bent on pocketing dollars than I was. A steady stream moved to and from the tally. The men were usually thin and brown, like men who have followed the water; the girls were quite nice look ing, occasionally pretty; the women stout and sensible-looking. But all seemed in grim earnest; no talking, no shouting nor fun," only the stillness of a company of racers. I had expected a gayer spectacle; that the field would be lightened up somewhat with laughter and talk. But I might have known that such genial and careless spirits have no place in an American harvest field. It may have been so in Arcadia. From beneath the shade of her big hat, mounted behind the fast-filling boxes, the tally-keeper occasionally dis pensed a word, almost a smile; and I believe there was a good understanding among the lads and lasses who often managed to come up together. Two big, blue hay-wagons slowly skirted the bog all day, carrying the berries to the screening and packing house. Here a few of the more respon sible were kept busy winnowing and barreling. They were principally wo men, with faces of the true New Eng land rural type. The crop was abundant. Fifty acres wouM yield more than eight thousand barrels. Deacon Crowfish, moving about taking a hand here and there, carried something like a smile on the edges of his facial wrinkles. The day had its brightest side when the noon horn sounded and a score of little fam ily picnics were spread under the trees. Neighbors remembered solitary pickers and their poor acquaintances; more than one pailful of excellent coffee left our camp. Stretched upon pine cush ions I made a note of various facts about cranberry culture, but none of more significance than that this is a really profitable agricultural industry in the hands of small owners, and one by no means overfull. — Ladies' Home Journal. AMERICA'S FIRST THANKSGIVING THE Pilgrim Fathers remembered the old English Harvest festival in their new home, and expressed their thankfulness for thei*- first harvest by a feast. Death had been busy among the brave little com pany and half their number had been carried off by disease. When health and the warm spring days came, again, the little colony be gan to dig and prepare for planting. "Some English wheat they sowed, as wheat and peas, but it came not to good, either by the badness of the seed or by the lateness of the season, or both, or by some other defect." Squan to, a friendly Indian, taught them how to plant corn and to tend to it. Of their harvest Governor Bradford tells us that "they began now to gather in ye small harvest they had, and to fit up their houses and dwellings against winter, being all well recovered in health and strength, and had all things in good plenty." They had "a good in crease of Indian corn, indifferent good barley, but the peas were not worth the gathering." So the Governor issued a proclama tion appointing a Feast of Thanksgiv ing. The largest kitchen in the colony was that in Dame Brewster's house, and was under the charge of Priscilla Mullens, she vho later on became the wife of John Alden, A messenger was dispatched to invite Massasoit, saga more of the Wampanoags, and ninety of his warriors, to attend the celebra tion. On the appointed Thursday Massa soit and his warriors arrived, and the little settlement gave the Indians a hearty welcome. Soon the drum called them to religious service, then came a period of feasting and recreation which was to last for three days. Athletic sports were indulged in, and the litttle army of twenty men. under the leader ship of Miles Standish, went through its drill and manual of arms. Then fol lowed the great feast, which was -orved in the open air. The real Thanksgiving dinner took place on Saturday, the last day of the celebration. The earth, the air and the water had yielded of their bountiful supplies to make this Thanksgiving dinner and when the pioneers sat down to the meal, they ?*»-- a table spread with water fowl, wild turkey, venison, corn and barley: with this cheer they save thanks that "by the goodness of CiOd they were far from want." Old Elder Brewster was certainly in spired when he made his now famous prophecy on that November day, 1621, and how well it has been fulfilled: "Blessed will it bo for us, blessed for this land, for this vast continent! nay, from generation to generation will the >lessing descend.