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«r Thursday, November 17,1913 may boast of the maiden summer And brag of the maiden of June Your winter girl may be a hummer To skate with and lovingly spoon You may boast of the lassie bewitching In hobble skirt, store puff and curl, But give me the maid of the kitchen— The reliable Thanksgiving girl. For you be the maiden entrancing With «ye« that are soulfully brown. I'm married and done with romancing, Past forty and now settled down. No foot for the danco or the mazy,. Delightfully soul stirring whirl. But I toll you, my lads, she's a daisy— Tho gay, buxom Thanksgiving girl. I'm forty there's no UN donying. Tho laosios no longor attract Or set mo to woefully sighing. I'm sordidly matter of fact. I've long coasod to notieo their drosses. I'm crabbed, perhaps, and a churl, But at forty a follow God blesses Tho gay, buxom Thanksgiving girl. Tho girl who can get up a dinner Of turkey and stuffing and pie And set it before an old sinner— Well, just such a sinner as I— And smile at the kids while I'm carving Is a lulu, a peach and a pearl. Here, Nellie, although I am starving, God bless you, my Thanksgiving girl! —Detroit Free Press. THANKSGIVING PRAYER Chat leads to home and heaven and peace and God. thus only can I tbanh tbee for the rod "Co belp another mourner to bear bis loss, "Cbua only can I learn to hiss thy cross. A Real Cause For Thankfulness. Jl happy maid hugged herself wildly in tjlee In the shades of the Thanksgiving night She laughed and exulted, with joy in her soul. Till her face was a beautiful sight. The great game was over. The dread she had fc-lt Was dispersed now by victory's sun. The football eleven her lover belonged to Had finished t,be season—arid wcn! York Times. IT Thanksgiving Contrasts. HE burglar's thankful thai) lip's out. The politician that he's The new reporter for a .beat The seasoned gambler for} a win. The tourist that at last he's off. The erstwhile victim that he's on. The climber when he has "arrived," The auctioneer when all is gone. Some folk when with fine raiment blessed, The turkey if he isn't dressed. —Eunice Ward in Puck. 6 THE THANKSGIVING GIRL Bv EDGAR A. GUEST -I* *1# ,*« l. *. I By CORA M. W. GREENLEAF FILLday thou my heart with gratitude to For every friendly word and kindly smile And e'en the smallest blessing 'long the way That cheers my saddened heart a little while. I tbanh thee for the sunshine and the rain I tbanh thee for my laughter and my pafn I tbanh tbee for the common things of life CQben want and need and poverty are rife. thank tbee. Lord, that grief can't al ways last That there's an end to sorrow's darkest day. Then give me gratitude for pleasures past. My joys that thou sawest fit to take away. Cbe treasures that were lent me tor awhile VHnd then recalled. O help me. Lord, to smile Hnd eay, "Chy will be done." sincere and true. Hnd give me worh these empty bands can do. For all my crual sorrow and mistakes 1 humbly offer thanks to thee today. If thus I've learned to soothe a heart that aches Or turn some wanderer's feet back te the way THE TURKEY IN HOTELS. Two Chefs Give Their Methods of Pre paring Thanksgiving Bird. That noble bird the turkey struts alluringly before the vision of every housewife in the country. Kene An jard, chef itt the Waldorf-Astoria, .New iork, tells how he cooks the Waldorf turkey in the "favorite American way," as lie puts it. Lie says: "Begin with the stulliny. Soak suf ficient bread in milk and then strain through a cloth. Mix in chopped ba con, onions, a stnall quantity of chop ped eggs, sage, chopped parsley and salt and pepper. This is the most yen erally used stuffing. Of course the turkey is cooked according to size. very large bird would take two hours and a hall. A medium sized bird would take from an li.-ur to two hour. Lard should be poured on the upside of the bird while it is cooking lo pro duce a rich yellow color. Then then is another stuffing that we prepare on state occasions This is a fancy sniff ing, with tinely chopped flavored meat, truffles and Madeira wine. These in gredieDts are mixed with milk soaked bread." Auguste Bisson, chef at the Hotel Astor. gave the following Thanksgiv ing day recipe: "Bread soaked in milk and strained Mix in sausage meat, chopped cooked chestnuts, a bit of pork, sage and salt and pepper. Every once in awhile pour the gravy over the breast uutil the desired color is attained. This keeps the hird juicy." Nevertheless these chefs declare the old fashioned way is the best and that probably American housewives know more about the cooking of a turkey than they do. »I' 4- «l» Thanksgiving-The Home Day jj By REV. DR. N. D. HILLIS. Thheart a iv in is the home day. It is the day for the and its affections. It is a day for the dreams and the ideals or youth and maiden. It is a day for youth away from home to freshen their hopes and kindle anew their aspirations. Upon this day the son returns to his meiher and the daughter to her father, together with the lit tle flock. Upon this day the fire burns brightly on the old hearth stone, and those far off on sea or land look longingly toward the family festival, even as a bird after long travels longs for its nest. This festival of the family is wholly American, re peating no tradition, echoing no foreign custom, commemorating no hero, no epoch, no revolution. Our fathers founded this holi day that stood for the home as the typical American institution. America is the only nation in the world that has a holiday devoted to the home and the family. •y HOPE DARINQ. know what's to binder." Mrs. Abigail Skinner raised ber bands in horror. "Now. Job. you know the Tanner Thanksgiving dinners are not ed among our relatives. You don't mean to tell me that you'd dare to give a dinner to our family—the Tanners while Sally Long does your housework. The idea is outrageous." Mr. Tanner made no reply. For the space of two minutes silence reigned in the sitting room of the Tanner farm house—a silence broken only by the ticking of the clock and the drowsy purring of the big Maltese cat as she arched her back for the slow stroking of her master's haud. At last Mrs. Skinner spoke with a de gree less than her usual assurance. "Of course I'd do most anything for you. My years of service to you have prov ed that- Under the circumstances 1 am sure Mr Skinner will consent to overseeing the preparations. I will come Monday and"— "Oh. I wouldn't think of putting you to the trouble," her brother interrupted her to say. "You tell about years of service. That's enough." Mrs. Skinner's thin, dark face flush ed. and she moved uneasily in the cushioned rocker. "You'll have to have my help. Job. Sally can't cook a dinner tit to set before our family.'' "See here. Abigail," and into the shrewd but kindly blue eyes of Job Tanner .tine a look his sister under stood. •there's no use talking about this matter I shall give my usual Thanksgiving dinner, and I shall not need your services." Job Tanner had never married. In his early manhood his only sister had been left a widow with four small children. Her share of their father's STAY HJBRE AS MT WIFE.' property was gone, so Job unhesitat ingly offered herself and family a borne For twenty years he had cared for them, educating the children and submitting to Abigail's exactions. At last the boys and girls were all settled in life. Then their mother married Mr. Skinner. She was a grasp ing. covetous woman and upon learn ing that her new husband was a far less wealthy man than she had sup posed tried to retain her olden sway over her brother's domestic affairs. "1 don't see my way out of it," Job admitted to himself. "Thanksgiving is only ten days off. Sally's good enough in her way, but she is a poor cook and no kind of a housekeeper. That was Abigail's strong point—she kept my house well. I'd as soon have Sally's work, though, as to have Abi gail's scolding and whining. But it will never do to set company down to a Thanksgiving dinner cooked by Sal ly. Let me see." The November sunshine lay warm I :(nd mellow over the brown fields. •J* heaps of russet leaves bordered the roadside, and ibe voices of the men at work in a field near by came to him on the clear air. fiis eyes swept the fa miliar landscape. Suddenly he started "If she orilv would: Alary's a prime cook, and they say she is glad of a chance to earn a little money. I'nor I Mary! It's a shame Clemens didn't leave her enough to take care ol ber self. Well. I'll go over and see tier •|t this evening." The Widow Clemens and .Job had been schoolmates. There had been a time when he had hoped that they might be still more to each other, but a mis understanding had arisen between WILU8TON GRAPHIC THANKSG1VIN FOR EVERY ONE OF US JOB TANNER'S THANKSGIVING DINNER 'OU can't give a Thanksgiving dinuer this year. Brother Job. That's sure." "Can't, bey? I'd like to tbetu, aud before it was explained she was the wife of Will Clemens. Tlie door was opened by Mrs. Clem ens herself. She was a plump little womuu with soft black eyes and a gweet voice. "Why, .lob, I am glad to nee you. Walk in. I'll have to give you a seat In the kitchen, as there is no tire in the other room." "How cozy you are here. Mary!" Then lie plunged at once into bis trou ble. He told of his linn determination to give his and usual Thanksgiving dinner his still firmer resolve not to ac cept Abigail's proffered belp. "1 want you to come and plan it all," he said in conclusion "You can have all the money to spend and all the help you want. 1 don't mean that you shall work hard. Will you help me. Mary?" A delicate pink colored her cheek. "Mrs. Skinner-what will she say?" "It's none of her business. Say yes, Mary. I'll pay you anything you like." She raised het head a little proudly. "Of course 1 will ask you no more than any one else"- she began, but he broke in gladly: "Which means that you will Cotne Thank you, Mary." All the way heme Job Tanner was contrasting the cozy little house he had just left with his own spacious but lonely abode MeanwhPe Mrs. Clemens was assuring herself that she was re garded by her late caller only in the light of a capable servant She went to her Held of labor early on the Monday morning before Thanks giving. Sally was warm admirer of Mrs. Clemens and helped in her usual careless fashion. All things for which Mary asked were provided, even to a box of cut flowers from a neighboring city. Thanksgiving uioFnitig dawned, gray and overcast. About 8 o'clock Job en tered the house from the barn. "Miss Clemens, she said for you to come in the dinin' room apd see how things looked." was Sally's greeting. When lie opened the door he stood sppeehle.'s The old room was trans formed into a bower of beauty. The bay window was filled with evergreens and adorned with yellow chrysanthe mums and silver leaved begonias from Mary's home. The quaint old mahog any .sideboard was filled with choice bits of china find silver, quivering molds of ember jelly, a massive sil ver cake, basket filled ivith slices of rich, dark fruif .'/ike and a bowl of scarlet carnations Tltf long table was spread with fine linen and ftfnamenied with smilax and roses. On a Ictt vine draped stand between the side wiri dows was a pyramid of apples, oranges and bananas "It all looks good enough to eat. And so do you." he went on. noting her well fitting brown gingham dress, white apron and pink ribbon at her throat. "Mary, you make my home a paradise. Stay here as my wife." She grew very pale. Twice she es sayed to speak, but the words died on her lips. It was not until he came nearer that she found her voice. "No. no. You ask me because you are sorry for me and your borne Is lone ly. I cannot be your wife on these terras." "I do uot see why you cannot. I will be good to you. Mary." She smiled, although her lips quiv ered piteously. "1 know you would. Job. There is something else." "Not another man?" "Oh. no Please don't ask any more." "I have a right to know. ¥ou must tell me why you cannot be my wife." There was a grave dignity in bis voice that she could not gainsay. She must tell him the truth. "Because I love you, Job Tanner. Nay. do not interrupt me. You would indeed be good to me. but know too well the result of a union where the love is all on one side, and so I will not be your wife. Now, not a word more on the subject. I have outraged my sense of womanly pride, but you made me speak." And before be could recover from his astonishment she had taken refuge in the kitchen. The guests began to arrive in a short time .lob had no opportunity for an other word with Mrs Clemens. One! fact w.is plain to him—.Mary had re fused him. Dinner over, there was an hour of so cial intercourse. Then the guests de parted When Job re-entered the house, after seeing the last load drive off, he found Sally washing the dishes. "Where is Mrs. Clemens. Sally?" he I asked. Sall.v paused, dishcloth in one hand I and a half washed plate in the other, "Where, indeed'/" He recognized the tone as one tnat marked the height of Sally's displeasure. "She's gone home. driv off by that sister of yonrn! riurnp: I'd jest like to give Abigail Skinner a piece of my mind. I come right near doin' it, but Miss Clemens— the lamb she begged rae to keep still." A liitie skillful questioning put .lob in possession of the facts. Mrs. Skin ner had entered the kitchen and plain ly expressed to Mrs. Clemens the sur prise ami indignation of the family concerning the widow's presence. "Said as how they were all .sayin' as how she was a-throwin' of herself at your bead," Sally went on. "Mary -."X.. ,-'J& .... •»». v'X1*,'.'V\' Clemens wouldn't marry yoil hobow. If she would you'd be a bigger fool than you air now not to take her." Job did hot miTj for any more Words. I'ulling ins hat well down over his eyes, he opened the door and set off toward the Clemens cottage. Upon reaching the home of Mrs. Clemens he walked in without knock lug. The lamp was lighted, and Mary was in the sitting room She sprang up, hastily wiping her eyes. "I know all about it, Mary," he be gan. "There is not a word of truth in Abigail's cruel speech. She is jealous, and, Mary, there Is something else." She looked til him wearily, "l'lease don't say anything more After my mad words of this morning the great est kindness you can do me is to spare me the mortification of seeing you ."But it is what you call your mad words that I must speak about ouce, Mary," he said gently, yet in such a masterful way that she could not but listen. "I've made a discovery since morning. I again ask vou to be my wife not because I am sorry for you, not because I long for ihe comfort your presence will bring into my home, but because I love you He took both tier trembling hands in bis firm clasp "I've loved yon all these years. Mary, but never under stood until today what made my life so empty. Ah. this is a real Thanksgiv ing!" And Job Tanner gathered the woman he loved close in his arms. The Real National Bird. Many vain regrets have been ex pressed over the selection of the eagle in preference to the turkey as the na tional bird. If the marter could now be put to a vote there is but little doubt that the barnyard bird would wear the crown The finer feelings of our forefathers may have revolted at the Idea of eating the bird of freedom, but the patriotism of the past was made of different clay from that of the present practical patriotism Eco nomical principles at once suggest the advisability of combining love of coun try and love of turkey THE THANKSGIVING TURKEY Bu H. C. DODGE a To give •II good people pr-Qopcr Thanltr (lad- ly relinquish living and hereby Will and who "•"S.V'Jl1 ''..Vi-1 will forfeit the dinner by these presents,' le- aving nothing 4o work, desire cremated with carved so that share. My drum sticks I little boys in hopes they will add joys my "wish bone" must go to a sweet little -maid who's wish will by Fairies be surely'Obeyed: my wings, heart, and breast to the iadies must go, with plenty of "dressing." which pleases them sot My dark meat and gizzard and liver so fine to men. if they're thankful, I duly assign to the carver, provided he's carved "oa the square," I leave myrowa "Turk's cap" he proudly may wear. And, now. if I bappeb, alas, to be tough or, befog so hungry, you don't fee enough, please fill •p with pumpkin pies, yellow as gold, with ail the sweet cider you ever can hold. But value this Turkey's Thanksgiving bequest, who for you jest dies 94 yen ell may THANKSGIVING For love that made us as the sons of God: For all the sorrow bj that great love wrought For burning pathways that our feet have trod For all ambitions which have come to naught For woe that made our courage true and strong For cruel words that stirred to self contiol For short delays that patience might be long For sacrifice and therefore breadth of soul For bitter pain and foi that pain's surcease For all temptations by our minds abhorred For life, for death, and death's great daughter, Peace, We thank thee, Lord! I '•j Siting 1 the pleasure o( a as to a it he'll prize. Now* know that I, Thomas Turk, for people too lazy to be stu/Fed and care, and skil(ully 'each gets his give to two nic® many "pounds" to their digest. —Detroit frree pr( AN APOSTROPHE tO THE TURKEY. •i• "t—i» 4* i* 7 «l Yet the Noble Bird Is Not Es sential to Thanksgiving. 5' *j~ 4 •I**!* *5* CUKKV roasted good and1 brown, siullei! with chestnuts and oys ters, served with luscious cran berry sauce, turkey that really is turkey and need- neither a sign nor a telescope to proclaim its identity real Thanksgiving turkey, that when properly masticated and swallowed re duces the eater to a condition of abso lute contentment that enables him to greet the man with the gas bill with a pleasant smile without straining his conscience! That is the sort of bird that should grace every table in the land this Thanksgiving day. Of course It will not be found in every family, for tur keys are expensive and times are hard, but in these holiday times of good cheer it is a poor sort of person who cannot stretch his imagination far enough to put a pair of wings on a juicy beefsteak. If turkeys are beyond the limits of the purse try something else, be it a two ribbed roast or a more modest lot of chops. Just be cause a fellow can't have a turkey is no reason why he should be cross and ugly, for if he just brings himself to believe It a roast or a couple of chops are just as good as a turkey any day. Try to be happy on Thanksgiving day. even if the absence of turkey brings on incipient spasms. Why and how the turkey first be came linked with the religious holiday do not appear unless the good folks of old thought it but right and proper to feast the stomach and the mind to gether and selected the turkey be cause of its many epicurean virtues as the stomach's best friend It is enough to know that the festival day and the proud bird are associated for all time to come —Eve Brodlique.