Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 321, 23 November 1918 — Page 9

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tflTHE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM RICHMOND, INDIANA. SATURDAY, NOV. 23. 1918

rieir Best Thanksgiving The boy? "over there" were sitting around the fire in one of the Y. M. C. A. huts, talking, laughing, and doin,? everything imaginable to amuse themselves. Suddenly Bill Morton looked up from his . pame of checkers anr said, "By Jove, fellows, I came near forgetting what tomorrow wa is!' "What?" asked Tom Little. . "Thanksgiving." answered Bill. "That's right!" exclaimed Torr "I remember this time last year, was quarantined for diptheria." Then Bill jumped up, forgetting he had the checker board in his lap and in his haste, upset it, exclaiming, "Say, fellows, I've a dandy plan!" "Let's hear it;" they all yelled. "Well," began Bill. "Let's all have a dandy Thanksgiving program for tomorrow and make It the jolliest day we've had yet. In the morning we could have church. I'll manage some way with the 3eneral to get a few girls down here for the day and they can sing for us. Then we can get Dick Burton there, to be our minister, because you know, Dick was a minister 'fore he came to camp. Then I can get a few of the men to make a choir. All this will . be in the morning service. Then in the afternoon, we will have a program of singing, recitations, mostly funny ones, and then each fellow can tell what he was doing a year ago on Thanksgiving; then we can dance, - and about four o'clock serve a little luncheon. How about it, boys?" "Agreed!" they cried. "And, oh say, - fellows, I think it would be fine to elect officers as in a club. Somebody must lead and then we would like to have a secretary and treasurer; for we could all give some money and buy a box of candy for the girls that will sing for us. Let's elect officers now." They elected' Bill Morton president, Tom Little secretary and Dick Burton Treasurer. Next day, everyone was there for church. The minister( in other ' word, Dick) opened the program by singing the Doxology. Then . the minister offered the following prayer: "Oh, our most mighty God of

love, to Thee we owe the victory that our country and its allies have won. We thank Thee for all that Thou hast done for us. Forgive the cruelty and hate in the hearts of the world, wherever it is found. Dwell within their hearts that all the cruelty and hate will vanish. In. Thee we love and trust, through all time, our Almighty and All-loving Father. Amen. , Then they sang a few more hymns and then the minister gave a. short talk to. them. His subject was about a boy who took a large ".' sum of money from his father and then ran away. After the son had squandered the money, he felt ashamed of himself, and in rags, he '. found his way back home where he asked for forgiveness for his wrong. His father was so glad to see him and forgave him and ordered him to be clothed in rich clothes, and gave thanks for the return of his son. The collection which amounted to ten dollars was turned over to the French orphans. Then they closed by singing "America," "Star,

Spangled Banner," and the "Mar . . eeillaise." . Then they went to "mess" which means "dinner." For their Thanks v . giving dinner they had turkey, chicken, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, gravy, pie, cake, cran berries, and every good thing imag inable. In the afternoon, they were together again. This time it was for a good time. One of the funniest things was a poem made up by Harry Wise. It was this: "At 'mess' I filled up good. With some of that turkey food. If, by chance, my folks dropped In from 'over there', You bet I'd give them half my share. s . "But now we should worry, We are in no hurry, We'll stay and do our bit, Until Uncle Sam sees fit." One thing the boys enjoyed more than anything else was to be with . those nice American girls. They

I don't believe that boys and girls have as good times now as they did when Lydia Maria Child wrote this poem. In those days boys and girls had old-fashioned grandmothers to go to visit and everybodypiled into a big sleigh, had a jolly ride and were happy to find one of grandmother's turkey dinners ready for them.' ' ."-';Vs Now, even if the ground is covered with snow on Thanksgiving day, -. you would hear, instead of the jolly sleigh bells, the "Honk, Honk" of

the automobile horn. In twenty years from now

?irls will be flying :iving day. ' think I would like we could all sing Billy, My Rooster I have a rooster named Billy and he's a very proud rooster. He has red, green and blue feathers. On day I went to feed Billy, and he started after me. You ought to have seen me run and heard me scream. Since that I am afraid to feed him. When Mamma tells me- to feed him, I tell her, "You feed him. Mamma, because I am afraid of him." One day I went to feed him and he jumped at me and he knocked the pan of water out of my hands. I ran up to the house and told knew how to make a place seem like home. Next morning the Y. M. C. A. hut was full, but still the place was as quiet as a mouse. Why? Every boy was writing home telling his folks how he had spent Thanksgiving Day, and that it was the happiest Thanksgiving Day he had ever had. And in almost every one you would . have head, "And, say folks, we had some time, and be lieve me, we're comfortable now. This 'hut' stunt is some stunt." . ' Julia R. Burr.

Old Fashioned Thanksgiving

"Over the River and through the Woods To Grandmother's house we go; The horse knows the way to' carry the O'er the white and drifting snow."

in airplanes to their . grandmothers' on Thanks-

Lydia Maria Child's Thanksgiving day best, when

on our way to grandmother's: Mamma what he did, but she laughed. But I didn't, so then she took him some water. One night Mother told me to go down and feed Billy or he would starve. But I said, "Let him starve." She said, "You go down and feed him, and give him fresh water. But I said, "I will feed him, but you can give him fresh water." But I had to feed him and give him fresh water. 1 have three little hens besides him. One day one of the little hens went on the nest and laid an egg. Afterwards the rooster sat "on a nest and the little boy next door said, "Maybe he will lay an egg." I said, "Roosters don't lay eggs." But he kept on saying. "Yes they do, yes they do." Anyway, I hope he won't Jump at me any more. Mary Torbeck. St. Andrew's School.

George Eliot, the great woman writer, whose real name was Mary Ann Evans, was born on November 22, 1S19. ' ' " :; w- '"" ',

. sleigh I suspect boys and . . . " . . A Thanksgiving Once there was a little girl named Edna. She was a little rich i girl. Next to her lived a poor little girl named May. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and Edna was going to have a big dinner; but May could have nothing, and I

was very sad because of it. It happened that Edna was always very kind to May. Edna said to her mother, "Oh, let's invite May and her mother to dinner!" "All right," said her mother. So, next day, Edna invited May and her mother to dinner. They had two turkeys, cranberries, turkey dressing, mashed . potatoes, gravy, and ice cream, cake and pumpkin pie. May and her mother said they had never . had such a good dinner before. After they had gone, Edna said to her mother, "Oh, mother, I am so happy because I was kind to May and her mother. There's no reason why the rich can't be kind to the poor." So Edna had the happiest Thanksgiving she had ever had. Elizabeth Kins. Starr School

How Thanksgiving Days Started Did you know, that the first Thanksgiving Day " came in February? It happened in the colony or Charlestown in 1631, when the people were starving, that a boat came with supplies. The government . ordered a day of public rejoicing and thanksgiving. In June, 1632, the Massachusetts had a day if public-thanksgiving, because of i law passed in England, that was 'avorable to the colonies. After lhat, the different colonies had different days . (often several days) set apart to express gratitude for different special reasons a victory over the Indians or the arrival of supplies, i .; i -Later, a day in late autumn was set apart' as the day for everyone to give thanks for the abundant harvests just gathered ln. ; In 1784, there was a Thanksgiving Day for peace ( at the end of the war tor Independence) and one later in 1789 for the adoption of the ' constitution. Almost all the states had adopted the custom by 1850. ' It was our great Lincoln, . who finally in 1863-64, appointed the annual Thanksgiving Day by a national proclamation. Since then, the ' last Thursday of November is celebrated as Thanksgiving Day all over the country; and annual proclamations are issued by the President, the governors and the mayors of the principal cities. ' t . This year we have almost all the '' things for each one of which the colonists. had a. special Thanksgiving; an immense wheat crop and other plentiful .harvests, freedom and what means so much to us peace. ; v.:,,. V- ; .When some one gives us a nice present on Christmas, we always say, "Thank you, so much," to the one who gives it to us. For these great, big gifts then, let us say &s big a "Thank you" in proportion to the value of the gift (which isn't money, but the remembrance and love behind the present) to the Giver of Gifts.

THE GOBBLER THAT V PLAYED A JOKE. "How unfortunate it is to be a bird," said s big turkey one day. "I have heard that a turkey never lives to see a Thanksgiving day. I guess the people at the farmhouse are going to invite a lot of friends and take, them to my coop and show them what a fine bird I am. "You know they have been feeding me for months and month v so I would be fat , for Thanksgiving dinner. ' . ' f " "When the day came for me to be killed they tied me in the barn and ' got everything ready for . a feast: - -: ."All the company came and they were ready to kill me, but I was gone. (I had wandered, into .the woodK.) ..; " ' ; - ,. - . "The folks said I had spoiled' the whole feast and they had nothing but ordinary, sausage, instead of fat turkey. "I was in the woods eating berries and worms and things I liked. "When I was tired, I said to myself, 'Well, I guess I will go back and see if I can find any cranberries or bits of mince pie or pumpkin pie.- , . ,-. -.. . "The folks saw me and said. 'Well, well, we will have him for Christmas dinner. "But before Christmas I will just sneak away and go to Farmer Gray's house and let him eat me for his Christmas dinner, because . he never had a turkey in his life." Marguerite Burbanck. Nine years Richmond, Ind. 4 i