Decatur Democrat, Volume 39, Number 37, Decatur, Adams County, 29 November 1895 — Page 7

©he Remnev at DKOATUB, INTJD. y, BLAOKBUBN, ... Puwaaa. Ohicago doesn’t tolerate any red flag foolishness. Chicago has had all the red flag tragedies it wants. Lieutenant Peary did not discover the pole, but he got close enough to discover that dog meat is better than starvation. The success of Labor Day celebrations, It is fair to assume, was due tn large measure to the improved conditions of labor. The bicycle may be driving the horse , out of employment, but it is not making any appreciable diminution of horse •play on the stage. It often happens that a man says he is going to vote a straight ticket when he really means that he Is going to vote a crooked straight ticket. It Is said that Boston cleared $425,000 on the recent Knights Templar encampment Who would have supposed there was such a profit in beans? Mrs. Bajlington Booth’s criticism of the new woman is all right as far as it goes, but the probability is that it will not go very far with the new woman. A grateful country remembers that Hon. John L. Sullivan did all his fighting with his hands. The maxillary pugilists should open an auction shop or found a school of elocution. “Henceforth,” say’s the Taunton Gazette, “it will be unlawful in this State to hunt foxes on horseback.” That { s right; we don’t think a fox on horseback should be hunted anyway. A current paragraph Qins thus: “It is said that the superiority of English coal makes the westward trips of Atlantic steamers faster than the eastward. The fact, however, may be also partly accounted for by the prevalence of westerly winds.” It is now in order to account for the July heat in New York by the prevalence of northerly winds. A recent traveler through Alaska says the Territory will become to the United States what Norway is to Europe, the favorite resort of tourists, hunters and fishermen, and that quickgrowing hardy vegetables can be raised there successfully. No two visitors see Alaska In the same light, and unless Congress gives it more attention its resources and possibilities will not be understood for many years. Modern science occasionally reaches conclusions in a very striking manner. The geological specimens recently broughthome from the Antarctic region by a Norwegian explorer have been analyzed and found to contain microlene granite, with garnets and tourmaline and mica schists. As these have never been seen in an ocean island, the conclusion Is that a continent exists around the South Pole. A Boston woman who carries on the business of railroad contractor with excellent results says that what the woman In active affairs needs is common sense, a well-balanced mind, earnestness and directness of manner. Once when a man attempted to rob her of a bag of coin, to quote her own words, “I used a revolver and took the lobe off his right ear.” The existence of several varieties of the new woman may as well be conceded. The romance of the New York pilot’s life is hereafter to be somewhat curtailed by the arrangement . made through the Board of Pilot CommisBioners for diminishing the cruising area, and lessening the number of boats by half. What traveler does not remember among the joys of his first homeward voyage across the Atlantic, the eager race between pilot boats (the sauciest and trimmest craft ever built in America), sometimes four or five bundled miles from land; and the lusty cheer that went up from hundreds of throats when the victor in the race came clambering up the ladder to the steamship’s deck—like some gruff sea god issuing from the brine? Gone are those spectacles, and now the pilots will cruise prosaically between Fire Island and Barnegat On that track they may now and then meet with wild adventures'but the times when they lay, facing death In the storm, far out at sea in the track of incoming vessels, are gone forever. Tfie speculation in African mining shares, commonly known as Kaffirs, has been so wild'that it has been evident to the dear heads from the first that collapse Was Inevitable. The wonder is that it should be delayed so 10ng.,. The fact that many of the African mines are in reality rich properties and some of the shares of sound value has doubtless helped to perpetuate faith in those numerous stocks that are composed chiefly of wind. But this has served simply to put off the evil day. Collapse must follow wild and reckless speculation as surely as effect follows cause. Cable dispatches are giving indications gs trouble in Paris. Many banking houses are closed, the reports say, and many private fortunes ruined. The mining craze extended to all classes of society. The oddest actress of the (Theater Francois is ruined by the' speculation. A former king has been obliged to pay $4,600,000 through a banker who is a friend of his. A Smyrna speculator, Who ruled the bourse for five years, loses $25,000,000. The head of an establishment That is known everywhere loses $15,000,000, and his eldest brother it MIS to be ao ugly that b*

assist him. To the French Finance Minister, M. Vernuel, the broker, and Baron Alphonse de Rothschild said the crisis was due to thtf fact that the peopie sold Turkish and French securities to buy mining shares, and when they wished to sell mining shares there was no sale for them. When the mining craze has spent itself there will be a better demand abroad for American securities. ->j» The cable brings a peculiarly distressing tale to us from Rome. It appears that the Baroness Gina Sobrero has just secured a divorce there from her husband, P. W. Wilcox, of Hawaii. Wilcox is now serving a thirty-year sentence in the Honolulu penitentiary. A few years ago he made a tour through Italy, where he met the baroness, and, posing as the heir apparent of the Hawaiian throne, won her hand in marriage. Gina went sailing through Italy, cutting a very wide swath because “her husband one day would be the king of the Sandwich Islands.” Last year she accompanied her busband to Hawaii, and on arriving there lea/ned that instead of being immensely wealthy and a king in embryo he was the son of a poor carpenter and a Kanaka woman. He had not a cent, and no more claim upon a royal title in Hawaii than in England. So Gina went home, sued for divorce and secured" one. She insists that her heart has been broken, but close observers of such things are Inclined to think that the fracture can be patched tip with court plaster if the right man does th* courting. • » Although the great European war that has been on the verge of breaking out for the last ten years is still cozlly ensconced in the imaginations of tho prophets, it is a time of wars and rumors of wars in other parts of the world. Most of them are being waged by civilized against uncivilized nation* for the simple purpose of conquest or subjugation. In the course of these campaigns the invading armies of two civilized nations sometimes meet on dis pitted border lines—for the world has now been parceled like a garden patch —and then the home governments are compelled to interfere and settle the dispute by international law. For civilized nations are arriving at a point where they do not fight one another—it is too dangerous and too expensive. It is much more convenient to let the foreign ministers come to terms through the devious channels of “diplomacy.” It is worth noting that the battles being waged at the present time are almost entirely directed against either the poorly armed or the Ignorant and semi-barbarous nations. There is Spain marching her armies through Cuba and threatening death to every patriot whe opposes her rule. There is France waging fierce war on the Hovas in Madagascar, expecting soon to take Antananarivo, where the disheartened Queen is encamped. England and Russia are both trying to occupy Chitral and the English already have a heaviiy armed garrison within its borders. The French, the English and the Siamese are march; ing over a little state in Kiang Kheng on the Upper Mekong and they are also clashing. 4n Central Africa over the questigm as to which power owns a dot of fever-infested, savage-ridden jungle. There is reason to believe that if 11 were not for the United Stateg little Venezuela would long ago fiave been swallow’ed by Great Britain. In add! tlon to all these petty combats there are the Arinenian-massacre question and the Chinese outrages, either of which may yet become a cause of hostile “demonstrations.” It is a fairly reasonable hypothesis for the discussion of the peace societies that these numer : ous squabbles between large powers and petty dependencies or ill-equipped nations may be affording the safety valve through which the civilized half of the world loses the surplus energy whlcfh might otherwise be directed into war of vaster proportions. It is to be noticed that while the smaller encounters are going on unchecked the “great European war" is quite as remote a probability as ever. Personal Nomenclature. It is the custom just now to give to the children old-time names, such as Mary, Adelaide, Martha, Sarah, Hannah, Charlotte, Henrietta, Madeline, Rebekah, Ellen and Isabel. Others, more fanciful, are Gladys, Wilhelmina, Virginia, Geraldine, Gwendolyn and Jacqueline. As for the ultra-fashiona-bles, -they have unearthed all the antiquities imaginable and are introducing such names as Hephslbah, Betsey, Phoebe, Prlscillai Salome, Mehetabel, Emmeline, Abigail, Patience and Prudence. When naming boys it should be remembered that the child will one day be a man, when he will prefer a name that will sound dignified. A favorite, and in the writer’s opinion an excellent, custom, is the giving of the mother’s family name-to the eldest son. -This Identifies the mother’s family with the father’# and gives to the son a name of distinction. Names which are seldom used are those which are too short and lack dignity, such as Guy, Ray, Roy. Claude and Ralph. The most popular names are John, Joseph, Frederick, Lewis, Daniel, Andrew, Stephen and Thomas, while Jacob is rapidly becoming “fashionable.” Others equally as desirable are Aubrey, Geoffrey, Gerald, Godfrey, Kenneth and Lionel. No Males of Any KJnd. At the seashore. “Strange thing about mosqultoep, They say only the females bite.” There is a long pause. “Susie?” “Yes, Clara?” “I wonder if all these female mosquitoes are as lonesome as we are?"Exchange. ' Stove blacking improves the appearance of a stove, but it keeps people out of the house half the winter when it la

A SONG OF PRAISE. When coldest winds are blowing, When shortest day brings longest night, When icy streams are flowing— Then in the shelter of the home We know the joy of living, And in the cheerful fireside glow Find cause for true thanksgiving. When spring returns with sweetest breath When birds are gayly singing, When life prevails where once was death, Relief and gladness bringing— Then tn the leafing of the trees, In verdure new and tender, We see the work of Providence, And hearty praise we render. When summer’s dreamy days are ours, And in the vales and mountains We view Ihe beauty of the flowers, The gleaming of the fountains— Then from the glory of the hills, From splendors wide abounding, From all things warm and bright and fair A call of praise is sounding. But chiefly when the autumn comes, With all its weight of treasure, And rich reward of care and toil Bestows in fullest measure— A myriad orchards, fields and vines. Proclaim to all the living, “A loving God supplies your need, Oh, praise Him with thanksgiving!” —Mary J. Porter.

UNCLE mCW’S OWNER. A THANKSGIVING’STORY. When Aunt • Louisa came into the room that morning, I could plainly see that there was something on her mind; the family had very evidently commissioned her to have something out witli me. I knew it by the unconscious air she tried to assume, and at once began to review my conduct for the past week. For a wonder I could think of no recent act of mine likely to call down upon my head the family displeasure, and I accordingly awaited :er opening with some interest. “Well, Diek,” she began—Aunt Louisa can’t help patronizing people, and 1 forgive her—“next Thursday is Thanksgiving Day.” I couldn't see her drift, so I waited. “Your mother has a lettqf—that is Uncle Richard has invited us all out to his place for dinner.” 1 breathed more easily. "Oh, that’s it, is it. Now, Aunt Louisa. I really must ask you not to .Tighten me that way again. I thought from your manner at first that you aad discovered something— not that that there is anything to discover, you .<now, but then—” Aunt Louisa arose from her chair tnd stood in front of me. She had evidently decided to take the bull by the horns. • Oh, come, Dick. Don’t let’s chaff, sou know what I want. Will you go?” “1 won’t.” “O-o-h, Dick!” This in a very disgusted voice indeed. “Now, Aunty, don’t be unreasonible. Why should I? Would you?” Os course that was a very foolish question. I might have known that she would say yes. and she did. “I would do whatever my family decided was for the best, and—” “Very well. The portion of the famly here assembled decides that I for one decline the kind invitation.” Aunt Louisa looked out of the yvlndow at the firs t snow of the season, but I don’t really think she saw it. I watched the little clock on the mantel piece and tried to calculate how many seconds it would be before she would again begin. “But, Dick, it’s the first time Uncle Richard has invited us to his house for twenty years.” “I have had a message from him once a year—” “You deserve it, Diek. You know you did put cayenne pepper in his snuff box.” “Twenty years ago. And he has chosen to send a neat little package of cayenne pepper on every birthday since! I’m afraid he’d force it down my throat at dinner.” “But, Dick, he’ll never forgive the, family if you don’.t go.” • " “No,” I assented, “he won’t.” “But don’t you care? There won’t be many more Thanksgivings before he dies and then—” Aunt Louisa didn’t know what then. But I did. “And then his brother’s wife’s sister’s children will get his money unless we patch this up. Why don’t you say it?” “Dick, you’re perfectly shocking!” You know I have no such thought. None of us have. I’m sure we have all been very fond of Uncle Richard for all his ecentricitles.” “Oh, he is eccentric, is he? I had imagined that he is a perfect model of what an affectionate uncle should be. He never forgets me, l am sure.” “Now, Dick, don’t be Sarcastic. At such a time we should show—” “Do.you mean,” I asked, “at Thanksgiving times in general or when one is expecting the death of his mother’s uncle?” “I mean when the season of Thanksgiving comes round.” Aunt Louisa looked me full in the eyes, and was really impreslve in her manner. “I know, Richard,” she went on “none of us are perfect, but at this time I think ,we ought to try, at least, to be grateful and forgiving and all that. I really do." “But, my dear-Aunt Louisa, I’ve nothing to be. thankful for. None of my neighbours have been killed—” “Richard, I do not care to hear such affected cynicism—such cheap twaddle!” and Aunt Louisa glared out of the window worse than ever. “You don't undertsand, my dear aunt, arid by not understanding, you betray, I will not say an Ignorance,

only an unfamlliarity with the Thanksgiving Day literature of all time. If you will refresh your memory, as I’m sure you can, you will recall the acene of the hero in his sumptuously furnished apartments, declaring that be has nothing to be thankful for, and Just then there Is a loud crash, and the little match girl who has come into the room throws up the blinds and shows all his neighbours killed by a terrific explosion of gas in the next block. The hero then lias so much reason for gratitude that be starts out to buy the match girl pair of shoes and brings the story to a close by marrying her and dirtcovering that she is a great heiress. I repeat, auntie, that none of my neighbours have been killed.” Aunt Lonisa still looked out of the window and said nothing. I felt hurt. It seemed to me that I had made an especially bad point, and I did not like to have it received with such an utter lack of appreciation. v l reached for my hat. “Dick,” cried my aunt, “you’re an inhuman wretch, and you want to ruin all our prospect®.” It was evident that she was gating in a temper, and being conscientiously opposed to talking to an angry person, I determined to end the “Really, aunty, you’l have to excuse me. I can never consent to toadying a rich uncle, even if I am his namesake, in order to get his money. I think it's immoral. He can leave it to his brother’s wife’s sister's children, so far as I am concerned.” “Yes, somebody he picked up in Chicago. Somebody we don’t know anything about. Why, I don’t even know her name, and goodness knows whether she has even that slight claim on him!” Aunt Louisa flounced out of the room in away that I should call rude. There are some women that are said to be more beautiful when angry. Yon read about the flashing eye, the heightened color, and all that, you know, but in Aunt Louisa’s case the color all goes to the nose. And it isn't becoming. I've told her so. But she continues to lose her temper. I’m sure she wouldn't if she only knew how she looks. Jack Greenough said to me the other night at the club: “Dick, old man, what’re you up to next week? Come go shooting?” Now, you know I care just about as much for shooting as I do for marbles, but then Jack always has a jolly crowd with him, and there’s enough fun on the side to pay for the hard work of lugging around a gun that you’re afraid is going off. So I told Jack I’d go. It would be away out of Uncle Richards dinner, anyway. “Then I’ll count on you," said Jack, “and, say, send down your traps—my man will get them—there’ll be a dinner or two and you’ll need them. Daisy Merrihew is in the neighborhood.” Miss Merrihew—Jack has no right to call her “Daisy”—he doesn’t know her nearly so well as I do, and I've only met her half a dozen times—lives some place up in the country, but when she comes to town she shines witli a radiance that Idon't see how the fellows resist. I’m sure I can’t and I'd go—why, hang it! I thought I’d almost go to Uncle Richard's to see her. So that'# how I found-myself on Thanksgiving Day, with Jack and half a dozen of the fellows at some out of the way place, tramping through the snow and banging away at the birds whenever we got close enough, Tney all thought my shooting very funny, until I shot Jack's dog. but after that the sport lagged, and we were glad to seek shelter in a farmhouse Jack had hired for headquarters. We slipped into civilized clothes, and helped Jack mourn for his dog. Os course, I felt sorry, but then, you know, a dog’s only a dog, after all, and Jack made more racket than I would over the death of the czar of all the Russias. He’d sit and tell us what a good dog he was. and how much he knew, and gave us his pedigree, and went on, until I began to debate whether it wouldn't be the proper thing to put a band of crape around our hats.

Jack didn't say so, but I believe he more than half blamed me, because that spotted cur got in front of my gun when it went off. But Jack got over it. and then began to tear around like mad to get us ready for dinner. Miss Merrihew had been over the day before from her uncle's who lived, it seemed, on the next farm, and had Invited the whole crowd to eat dinner with them. Jack explained that her uncle seemed to be old duffer, but good as the piles of gold he had, and he could warant we’d have a frolic. It happened as we rode to the house that Miss Merihew's horse—she had ridden over with some of her visitors to show us the way—was jogging along beside mine. Miss Merihew is always handsome, but J don’t think she ever looked quite so handsome as she did on that horse. I blessed my stars that I hadn’t been dragged off with Aunt Lbuisa tb spend the day with some crabby old bachelor uncle—and yet, if I had the money he ought to leave me, I’d ask Miss Merrihew to—- “ Don't you think,"she was saying, that Thanksgiving Day is a great Institution? It’s so American, you know, and I love anything American, and—” "Miss Merrihew,” I interrupted, “I am American, and if you think that you could—now could you?” “Oh, Mr Hartwell, I—really—” “But couldn’t you, now. I have worshipped you always, it seems, and If yofi can’t do any better than to love me for my Americanism I’ll go round wrapped in the star spangled banner. As for Thanksgiving Day we’ll observe it the year round—maybe

without the turkey, but it wTtl be Thanksgiving just the same!” Miss Merrihew's horse was very close to mine. Her hand went out and rested on the hand that held my rein. “Dick,” she said, “this is serious business?” \ “To be sure,” I replied, “but then It’s no new thing to me.” “What do you mean?” she asked,, in haste. “I mean loving you. Don't you rememlier when I first met you?" I hoped she did. Iwasn’t sure whether it was at the Charity ball or not, but It was about that time. She didn’t however. “Well,” I went on, “you dropped a rose that night and I picked it up, and have carried it ever since in the inside pocket of my other coat.” “Oh, Dick, have you really? And do you love me so much?” “Oh, more than that,” and I am sure I do.” “Well, then, Dick, we will wait awhile, and if you are really sure then why we'll think about it.” Now, that isn't altogether satisfactory, and yet it.s not so bad after all: The others had ridden ahead; we were in a little clump of trees, and leaning from my saddle we sealed the bargain. When we rode into the yard the others were dismounting. Ifelt conscious of Jack’s inquisitive eyes, but beyond them, on the verandah, was another pair, sharper than Jack’s Aunt Louisa's, by all that was wonderful. Gradually it began to dawn on me. “Daisy,” I whispered, “what's your uncle’s name?” “Why, don’t you know? How queer. Mr. Richard Hillard.” “My uncle Richard,” I cried, “and you are his brother's wife's sister’s daughter." “Why, why, let me see. Yes, I guess that's the exact relationship. And are you his nephew, Dick, that’s to have all his money?” “That's not to have it. I’m afraid, far But Aunt Louisa, who had just arrived with the family, came forward, and there were introductions all round. In the midst of them Uncle Richard appeared, looking not a day older than when I doctored his snuff. “Don't tell me I have to be introduced to my own nephew,” he cried, and started toward Jack, but aunt Louisa deftly pushed md forward, and Uncle Richard seized my hand. "Why, I'd a-known him anywhere. He's a Hilliard all over. Have you brought any cayenne pepper?” and he laughed almost as loudly as he howled when he got that historical original dose. “Well, no uncle, not that kind, I haten't." I replied, “but if you'll give me a half minute’s audience, I have something more startling than that.” You have. AVell. come here, yqu young rascal, and let’s have it.” While the visitors, including Aunt i Louisa, who reluctantly IcLme get out of her sight, went into the house I told Uncle Richard I lo’Ved the daughter of his brother's wife’s sister, and that we wanted to get married. "Now, do you know,” said Uncle ■ Richard, “that that's what I brought ! you down here for? Marry her? Why • to - be sure.” So I was thankful, after all. and nobody had been killed, either. Unless I you count Jack's dog.

HOW BEADS ARE MADE. In China and Venice Children Count Each One. The (liinese are the oldest beadsuakers in the world. They have made beads so long that their historians do, not mention a time when the industry was pot ancient. And the Chinese to-day do the work just as their forefathers did, and the styles are exactly the same. After -the Chinese no people are so expert as the Venetians. At present there are more than 1,000 workmen 5 n the Island of Murano alone who are engaged in lieadmaking. The few manufacturers in other parts of the world have all learned the secret of the cr#ft in Venice. For lieadmaking there must be a ropewalk connected with the glass factory. A ropewalk is a narrow straight gallery aoout 150 feet long, and so. situated that the middle is not far from tire furnaces in wi ich the glass is melted. The first process is the making of ordinary tubes, like those used in almost every drug store. The brawny workmen seize a huge wedge of the “metal," as the molten glass is callqi), between their blow-pipes, and after it has been blown hollow they gradually stretch it out into a long swinging rope. When it has been reduced, to the proper size for the beads about to be made it is laid away to cool, after which a workman comes along and, in a wonfully deft manner, chips it Into fragments of uniform «ize. Often for small beads these are not much larger than a grain of wheat, but so carefully is the work done that little cylinders are rarely cracked or spoiled. The pieces are now picked up by boys and placed in a tub with sand and asljes and stirred up carefully. *ln this way the Jioles in the embryo beads are stuffed full, thus preventing the danger of the sides flattening together when heat is applied. They are next placed in a skillet —just such a one as the housewife uses in frying eges—and stirred over a very hot fire until the ragged edges where the piecee are broken from the tubes are round, giving the bead a globular form. As soon as they are cool the ashes and sand are shaken out of them in a sieve, and then they are separated according to size by other sieves. < .

They are taken next to a long table, around which a flock of boys and girls are sitting. If the glass is colored, as it often is, the piles of beads on the table sugge-t a rainbow, with every hue from jet black, through red, green, yellow anil blue to white. Each child has a needle and thread, and, by long practice, the beads are placed on long strings with inconceivable swiftness. And the children keep an exact count, too, so that the manufacturer knows just how many beads Jife is sending out The threads are then tied into bundles. »' , ly-

LONG’S THE OLD NEST STANDS.} YA-A-S, they’re cornin’ Thanksgivin’ An' the gobbler's gittin’ fat, An’ the hubbnrd squash's a ripenin' Fer the pies an sich as that, So we’ll send the double waggin Tew the deepo fer all hands, An’’we'll bring ’em home Thanksgivln* As long’s the o)d nest stands. The robins in the maples Hatched thar leetle brood this spring, —J A tu F 1I i i\ J‘j An’ before the leaves got yaller They was big enough tew sing, But they left us in October Fer tew sing in other lands, But the spring'll bring ’em homewards As long’s the old nest stands. Ah, that’s other nests as lonesome In the winter time of life, Whar the little brood is scattered In the great world’s noisy strife, An’ I s’pose the busy singers An' the workers fold thar hands As they dream uv glad homecomin’ As long’s the old nest stands. Human nests uv boards an’ shingles, Batten doors an’ ceilin's low, Clabberds warped an’ weatherbeaten, Homely hearts whar homefires glow, An’ the ole folks gray an’ stoopin’ Reachin’ out wetli Idvin hands In all airth the truest welcome, As long’s the old nest stands. Lemme tell ye when it crumbles Or the roof-tree falls weth age, Then b’gosh in all yure readin’ Yew will turn the saddest page, Fer that’s somethin’ fame nor money Nor success nor power commands, It’s the love ye git fer nothin’ As long’s the old nest stands. What’s that, mother, got a letter? “They’ll be down on Wensday noon." Say, we better air the chumbers, ’Cause we cain’t begin tew soon. Fix the cradle fer the baby, Darn these tears an’ tremblin’ hands, Mother's singin’, I’m whistlin’, An’ right here the ola nest stands. How to Roast a Turkey. Select a large, fat, tender turkey, and have it nicely dressed, drawn, washed, wiped dry and well singed. Rub it all over, inside and outside, with pepper and salt. Make a stuffing of the following ingredients: One pound of light breadcrumbs, half a pound of butter, a heaping tablesp&mful of finely minced onion, salt and pepper, one raw egg and enough water to mix rather soft. Stuff the breast first, and sew it up, then stuff the body. Rub the turkey all over with melted butter, and dredge well with sifted flour. Lay it in the pan on its breast, and pour in a quart of cold water. Have the oven well heated but no.t too hot. as the turkey must cook slowly to be done. Allow a quarter of an hour to each pound. Have some butter in a plate with a larding mop. From time to time baste the turkey with the gravy in the pan, rub over with the larding mop and dredge .again with flour. As it browns turn from side to side, and last of all brown the breast. Frequent basting, dredging and turning will insure perfect cooking. When done it should be a rich, dark brown all over, and when a fork is stuck deep into it no red juice should run. Rei-W’te It to a hot dish and, if the gravy is not quite thick enough, , add a teaspoonful of flour creamed smooth with some of the grease skimmed from the gravy. If while cooking the gravy in the pan boils away too much, more water should be added. When the turkey is done there should be about a pint of gravy. —Ladies’ Home Journal. Thanks, Awfully. The question on Thanksgiving day Will be of national interest quite; From coast of Maine to Georgi-a: <“Which will you have, dark meat or- / wiii —Cleveland Chain Dealer. Vicissitudes of Life. SH GOOD NIGHT. r/z — Sr An \\ / / I \/ * cL/r ’ \\ -• ' J.'- - • ;■ ■,, ,- - ’’i- - -