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The traditions of a country never grow old. They have
a perennial youth. Stories and traditions become em
bodied In the epochs of a nation's life and literature from
which the latter generations find sustenance. The tales
of the brave men of a country, of their sacrifices, and
noble deeds of courage, of loyalty and of strength, come
to be part of the nation's thought and its life. They
form ideals toward which the character of the community
grows and develops. The story of Thanksgiving is a sim
ple one from many viewpoints but it is so rich in sub
stance that its inspiration is felt to-day all over the Unit
In England the Puritans were unhap'py. They separat
ed from the Church of England and held services in pri
vate -houses or In the open air. These were called Sep
aratists. They were arrested as law-breakers, and fined
or imprisoned. About the time the Jamestown colony
was planted, a band of these Separatists went to Ley
den, in Holland, where they could enjoy freedom of
worship. They stayed there 12 years.
These Pilgrims were mainly farmers, and had difficulty
to earn their living in the Dutch cities or gardens. Their
children were obliged to attend Dutch schools, and were
fast losing the use of the English tongue. The sons of
the Pilgrims entered the Dutch army and pavy, and the
young people began to intermarry. The Pilgrims feared
that if they stayed in Holland any longer, their families
would. become Dutch. They decided that they would like
to go to America. They sent two men to get permission
of the London company to settle on Its land. The com
pany was glad to get them for colonists, and gave them
a charter of privileges.
The race spirit had cried against its loss by absorp
tion. The sturdy English men desired to keep intact their
language and their racial characteristics and worship
God as they deemed right.
It was In December that they made a landing on the
coast of Massachusetts.
There were men with hoary hair
Amidst that pilgrim band—
Why had they come to wither there.
Away from their childhood's land?
There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth
There was manhood's brow serenely high.
And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?—
They sought a faith's pure shrine!
Ay. call It holy ground,
The soil where first they trod
They left unstain'd what there they found—
Freedom to worship God.
It was a terrible winter they lived through unused to
the climate away from the comforts of civilization.
Better times came. The summer was a fruitful one
and autumn saw the little colony with stores that would
keep them through the coming winter. The barbarous
foes of the west* had not inolested them, although they
lived1 there, a tiny colony, shut in from friends by the
jva^t sea to the east and the forest primeval stretching
to the north, west and south of them. They were thank
fur for their blessings and so set aside a day in which to
express their gratitude to the Good All Father. They
were not rich in worldly goods, but their hearts reached
out to all humanity, and so on that feast day they invited
to their table Massasoit, an Indian chief, and 40 of his
braves. It was a great undertaking for that small group,
yet they gave from thefr hearts in the fullness of their
gratitude. This sweet and wholesome spirit has become
a part of the national celebration. Thanksgiving is a day
of festivity, of family reunion, of feasting and of glad
An atmosphere of satisfaction pervades it. The ana
lytical mind can but make comparisons of to-day and yes
terday. and speculate on the morrow. That mind sees
how the great catastrophes that fell upon the nation have
Lighthouse Keepers Prove Truth
"Tall" Stories Told.
THE HEIGHT OF OCEAN WAVES
That ocean waves run "mountain
high" no one" ever believed unless he
was very credulous indeed. The
phrase is a Jiighly exaggerated figure
of speech. But the observations of
keepers of lighthouses in exposed sit
uations have proved that wave's run
high enough in great storms to make
tANPtNS PMOAt TH&
MAYPLOWe* *r PLYMOUTH#QC
^HANKSGIVING and its story
is one of the best known
and cherished of the American in
stitutions and lore. It never grows
old. The little children still thrill
at the recital of the bravery of the
Plymouth colony. They exult in
the prowess of Miles Standish and
his brave boy soldiers and they
weep over the hardships that the
little '-boys' and girls endured ex
iled In a .foreign land. They
laugh in merry glee at the first
dinner with its Indian guests. Young peo
ple all 'love file sweet story of Prisicilla, the Puritan mai
den. Men and women turning a moment in busy lives
to glance backward feel a deep satisfaction in the knowl
edge of the braVery of their fathers who laid the founda
tions of the nation and who left them a heritage of stur
dy-courage and democratic ideals.
passed by. It sees
the onward trend of
all things. It sees
that for every hard
ship there is an al
and so courage is
taken afresh. This
same mind counts
its blessings and
turns to the less for
There is no doubt
regarding the satis
faction the Pilgrim
fathers had in enter
taining their Indian
guests. They were
gratitude by helping
others and making
other lives brighter.
This spirit is the
patron saint of
Many people feel
that their mite is
small. It counts for
little compared with
the needs! That is
true, no doubt. But
calculate the mites
of the city of Mil
waukee, and imagine
the joy of the unfor
tunate. The Associat
ed Charities knows
of many families
where a Thanksgiv
ing dinner would
bring joy to the
hearts of little chil
dren, and hope to
the sick. The mites
would count there.
One dinner will make
a family happy
very respectable hills. Some years
ago the steamer that carried supplies
to the lighthouse on Tillamook rock,
on the coast of Oregon, was able to
make a landing and establish com
munication with the light keepers
after a series of storms only by stren
uous ^endeavors covering a period of
The waves of the Pacific had torn
away the wharves and other con
and that organization knows of many
paces where there can be no Thanksgiving dinner, with
out the contributions of the open-hearted and those im
bued with the spirit of the Pilgrims' Thanksgiving. Not
far from Milwaukee are the sick poor, unfortunate men
and women, through no fault of their own in many cases,
W""™™^HAT is the Thanksgiving spirit we bring to our
We know what it was in the good old days
EiggnJ when savages lurked and famine stalked for the
undoing of men and women who, tucked away in
crevices among the ancestral cradles, candlesticks and
tankards that cumbered the Mayflower, were finally
dumped on ah inhospitable shore.
We know what it is aimed to be.
But what in reality it is, this spirit that is supposed
to run rampant on the last Thursday of November?
How. many Americans even remember the origin of
the holiday and the purpose to which it was dedicated,
much less even sum up their blessings, individual and
We've had merry Thanksgivings given over to pumpkin
pie turkey and catching up broken or stretched family
ties we've had frivolous Thanksgivings when we have
shouted ourselves hoarse and run the risk of pneumonia
for our favorite football hero, or, have laughed and cried
with the rest of the holiday keeping matinee throng
we've had sad Thanksgivings when loneliness has caught
us in her grip and the memories of brighter days have
seared our quivering hearts but who of us has had a
Not many of: us, if we would be honest enough to
Yet why not?
It is what the day is for—to take stock of our bless
ings and give credit for them.
Who of us is so down in our luck as to be blessingless?
Surely in 365 long days there have been a few when
something good has come our way.
If there have befen then it is only good manners, if
nothing else, to make acknowledgment of them.
Somehow most of us are better mathematicians when
we reckon our woes than when our blessings are com
No adding machine is necessary to get at the sum total
structions on the rock, even carrying
off timbers which were riveted to the
rock. As yet, however, the lantern
had remained untouched.
But the storm increased, the waves
rose in height, and soon dashed
against the lantern, which was 150
feet above the level of the sea. Final
ly the water washed over the top of
the lighthouse, coming in through the
.ventilators overhead. ...
Thfe keepers were compelled tt work
desperately all night long to keep the
lamp lighted. They were continually
GO/jyG TO C/Jlfec/f
who are ill and suffering, cared for by the county. A
donation of fruit or delicacies, of magazines, or of flowers
to brighten their sad lives, would not leave the donor
poorer, but would bring into some life a sweetness of
restored confidence in humanity.
We can see how they, poor hungry, half-frozen terror
stricken Puritans had much to be thankful for but if they
had the Indian, we have the railroads to mutilate us.
If we haven't found any causes for Thanksgiving here
tofore, it is for the good of our souls to make a systematic
hunt. Rest assured it will not be unavailing.
It will make new women of us if we once learn to
reckon our mercies. There is no greater sweetener of the
disposition and smoother of the tangles of life, than to
think on the things we have to make us happy.
£MORY HA&P./MG DUN LAP
Not far away are the orphan asylums, where little
If we would grow into sour, disgruntled women with
whole baskets of chips on our shoulders and a bunch oi
grievances to make us the terror of our acquaintances,
let us acquire the habit of thinking all the world better
off in blessings than we are.
The Thanksgiving spirit need not, nay, should not be
limited to one day once a year. Spread it over 365 days,
and throw in the nights, but make Thursday, the 26th, a
gala day of thankfulness when the accumulated mercies
of many months will be summed up and gratefully ac
Gratitude is expensive, or should be, so the direct re
sult of the true Thanksgiving spirit' is to pass the mercieB
From our store of blessings some scraps should be
culled for those less favored. The lonely, the sick in the
hospitals, those to whom Thanksgiving joys are unknown
all should come in for a share of our attention, that their
day may be made brighter and they, too, have a chance
to reckon their causes of Thanksgiving.
in fear that the lights in the glasses
looking seaward would be broken in
by the force of the waves, and that
they themselves should be washed out
into the sea to certain death. But the
iron lattice work outside the windows
saved the panes from destruction.
The light keepers, who were old
sailors, affirmed that no experience on
shipboard could be as horrible as this
long struggle with the storm at the
summit of the lighthouse. They would
have been glad to take refuge even in
a frail ship.
of our. misfortunes. We multiply with lightning rapidity
the times our friends have failed us, our business has
come a cropper, or our health has gone to the bad.
An hour of toothache makes more impression than a
year without the dentist one stock that drops will
cause more agony of mind than a twelvemonth of in
flation gives pleasure a slight will rankle where a kind
ness is forgotten.
The Tillamook light had on previous
occasions been washed over complete
ly by waves. The same thing hap
pened to the Eddystone light, off the
coast of England, and to the light at
Fleaux-de-Brechot, off the east coast
of France, both of which are about
one hundred and fifty feet in height.
It seems well established, therefore,
that waves may mount to a height 150
feet above the general level.
We all make mistakes, but there it
no excuse for making the same mis
IHOMM WS/TO& TO
children bereft of parents still love all of
those things that a father's or mother's
thoughtfulness bestows, but which
ISLES OF THE BLEST.
Western Ireland has been excited over a particularly
clear mirage seen near Ballyconnelly, a town on the wild
The spectacle of a beautifully situated small town, with
buildings of different sizes and varying styles of archi
tecture, was seen rising out of the sea apparently about
six or seven miles westward. Hundreds gathered to wit
ness the sight, which was visible from three until six p.
m., when it gradually vanished.
Many old legends of Irish folklore speak of a mystic
land far away in the western ocean, variously known
as Tirnanoge, Hoy-Brazil, Moy Mell and the Land of the
In the book of the Dun Cow, preserved in the Royal
Irish academy in Dublin—a volume more than 1,000 years
old—the story is told how Prince Connla of the Golden
Hair, son of King Conn of the Hundred Battles, was car
ried off by fairies to the Isles of the Blest.
Standing on the shore with his nobles and his royal
father, Prince Connla saw a boat of shining crystal mov
ing toward him. When the glittering vessel touched the
shore, a fairy, like a human being, richly dressed, came
forth, and addressing Connla endeavored to entice him to
At last the fairy chanted a few stanzas like the Lorelei
of German legend. Bewitched by her sweet voice, Prince
Connla stepped into the magic boat, and, carried from
sight in an instant, was never seen again in his native
land.—New York Sun.
sometimes be denied in an institution
where there are many needs to be filled.
The old men and women at the Little
Sisters of the Poor, Home for the Aged,
appreciate the diversion of Thanksgiving
day in their days of life's decline. The
day can be made brighter for them, too,
if the people of Milwaukee, are thoughtful.
The list is along one where the mites may
be sent and where they will help to make
lives a little brighter. There is the Cath
olic Boys' home, the Home for the Friend
less, the Lutheran Home for the Feeble
minded, the Milwaukee House of Mercy,
the Wisconsin Home and Farm School, the
Flower Mission, the Rescue Mission, the
Children's Free hospital, the Women's hos
pital, Aid society, and others. Each family
knows of some other family for whom the
day can be made happier.
How much small things count is exem
plified by an episode that took place in a
porer part of the city recently. It was
told by a little girl. She leaned against
knee and said naively:
'•You know teacher, that the man that lives down our
alley was arrested. He had a little girl like me. They
took mm away
he can't come home for a long
time and bring them any money. That little bM she did
not have any dress, only a torn one with big holes in it,
and she would get cold through the holes. I had two
dresses. So my mother she gave one of them to that littl©
girl so she could go to school, because it is so cold at
home. Nights, after I go to bed, my mother she washes
out my dress so it will be clean the next day.
The spirit of Thanksgiving that has come to us from
our ancestors of old Plymouth has permeated through
our national life and is so well and so beautifully mani
fested in the episode of the poor woman and her mite.
The influence of that first Thanksgiving has spread
over the land and here in Milwaukee it will be manifest
ed by a generous outpouring from the grateful hearts.
Do not hesitate because you have so little to give. That
little may mean much to him who has nothing, and think
of the accumulation of little. Let us be worthy of the
Institution of our fathers.
Increased Price Paid for Amber.
The output of amber in 1907 by the
mines of Burma was two and one
half tons, valued at $1,920. These
mines are situated in the adminis
tered territory of the Myitkyina. The
output of the year previous was 216%
hundred-weight, valued at $3,-543.
Amber mining in Burma is reported
not to be a paying business. The
average value of amber in Burma is
$43 a hundred-weight, which is higher
by eight or nine dollar* &an the
price of last year.
MO iWWEIT CROPS
REPORTS FROM WE8TERN CAN
ADA ARE VERY ENCOURAGING.
A correspondent writes the Winni
peg (Man.) Free Press: "The Pinch*
er Creek district, (Southern Al
berta), the original home of fall
wheat, where it has been grown with
out failure, dry seasons and wet, for
about 25 years, is excelling itself this
year. The yield and quality are both
phenomenal, as has been the weather
for/its harvesting.- Forty bushels is a
common yield, and many fields go up
to 50, 60 and over, and most of it No.
1 Northern. Even last year, which was
less favorable, similar yields were in
some casGd obtained, but owing to the
season the quality was not so good. It
is probably safe to say that the aver
age yield from the Old Man's River to
the boundary will be 47 or 48 bushels
per acre, and mostly No. 1 Northern.
One man has just made a net profit
from his crop of $19.55 per acre, or
little less than the selling price of
land. Land here is too cheap at pres
ent, when a crop or two will pay for
It, and a failure almost unknown. Nor
is ibe district dependent on wheat, all
other crops do well, also "stock and
dairying, and there is a large market
at the doors in the mining towns up
the Crows Nest Pass, and in British Co
lumbia, for the abundant hay of the
district, and poultry, pork, and gar
den truck. Coal is near and cheap.
Jim Hill has an eye on its advan
tages, and has invested here, and is
bringing the tstfeat Northern Railroad
soon, when other lines will follow."
The wheat, oat and barley crop in
other parts of Western Canada show
splendid yields and will make the
farmers of,that country (and many of
them are Americans) rich. The Cana
dian Government Agent for this dis
trict advises us that he will be pleased
to give information to all who desire
it about the new land regulations by
which a settler may now secure 160
acres in addition to his 160 home*
stead acres, at $3.00 an acre, and also
how to reach these lands into which
railways are being extended. It might
be interesting to read what is said of
that country by the Editor of the
Marshall (Minn.) News-Messenger,
who made a trip through portions of it
in July, 1908. "Passing through more
than three thousand miles of Western
Canada's agricultural lands, touring
the northern and southern farming
belts of the Provinces of Manitoba,
Saskatchewan and Alberta, with nu
merous drives through the great grain
fields, we were made t9 realize not
only the magnificence of the crops, but
the magnitude, in measures, of the
vast territory opening, and to be
opened to farming immigration. There
are hundreds of thousands of farmers
there, and millions of acres under cul
tivation, but there is room for mil
lions more, and other millions of acre
age available. We could see in Western
Canada in soil, product, topography or
climate, little that is diiferent from
Minnesota, and with meeting at
every point many business men and
farmers who went there from this
state, it was difficult to realize one
was beyond the boundary of the
Mr. Asker—Do you find your new
auto a good climber, Harrry?
Harry—Well, it's not a speed mar
vel when it comes to running up hills,
but say, old man, you just ought to see
it run up a bill.
"De race has got ter rise an' shine
ef ever it hopes ter git dar," said
Brother Williams. "Too many of us
thinks dat all we got ter do Is ter go
ter sleep in de hot sun an' rise up an'
eat watermillions in de shade! Dey
ain't no room in dis worl' fer de lazy
man. He's always de one what gits
run over, an' den lays dar an' howls
bekaze he's hurt!"—Atlanta Constitu
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