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By JOHN DICKINSON SHERMAN

HANKSGIWNG Day, 18231 The people of the United States of America should celebrate this truly American holiday with heartfelt enthusiasm. For even the most casual comparison of things here and abroad should make us thankful that we are Amerf- ’ cans and at home to America. This i Is not a preachment, but really the churches should be quite as crowded on the last Thursday In November as ere the places of amusements, to say the least Certainly we have much for which to be thankful as a nation.

and u a Christian people we should make public thanksgiving as “the outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace.” The man who cannot see the hand of Divine Providence In our American history is indeed blind. Suppose the American people went In mass to their churches Thanksgiving morning and made public return of thanks to Divine they could say in perfect truth words to this effect: Almighty God. we thank Thee on this Thanksgiving Day That we i>eace with ourselves and with all the world; That our land Is still the United States of America; That Old Glory tiles In greater grandeur than ever; That we are still freemen, as In the beginning; That our homes are our own and Inviolate; That no foreign Overlord orders our destinies; That still ours is “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”; That no pauper’s dole is our portion. That prosperity beyond our proportion is ours; Thar It- is our hand that Is stretched forth to the starving of other lands; That the lied Death is held at bay; That Thy hand, as ever, still guides this nation ;— For these things. Almighty God, we thank Thee. •••• * • • e And as for the rest of the day, the Thanksgiving dinner Is the main thing— not entirely for the sake of the feast itself, but largely because the feast is the crowning touch of a day that to peculiarly a day of the home and the family, a man with money in his pocket can buy a turkey dinner on Thanksgiving Day almost anywhere from Flymouth Rock to Cnbrillo and from Peskan toTumaceeori, bat If be has a home and isn’t there he’s apt to be mighty lonesome. True It Is—and more’s the pity—that a good many Americans tn these latter days live In apartments and off the delicatessen shop*, but just the Mme there is many an oldfhshtoned home left where an old-fashioned family will eat an old-fashioned Thanksgiving Day dinner of turkey and fixin's and • ptinkla" pie—which 1* one of the many things for which we should give thanks. ■ be ashamed of looking forward ing turkey, The turkey is a noble the day. And Thanksgiving Day ir first taste of him. The houseerve turkey on her table before uld be-wytt. say it yourself. And bnstaesi hbb will not have a lot iofunnles before the turkey. When hungry he wants it brought in the very first thing. And an expeditious carver fln<.' great favor to his eye®. Turkey, stuffin', mashed potato, gravy and cranberries —that’s the feast! After that the good housewife can bring along all the goodies she likes—the rest Is anti-climax anyway, excepting possibly the pumpkin pie and cheese. 1

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At Plymouth Hock nowadays stands an heroic statue of Massasoit, head chief of all the Indian tribes between Cape Cod and Narragansett bay. Incidentally he was a good friend and ally of the Pilgrims, but he deserves the statue if only for the fact that he introduced them to the wild turkey and the pumpkin. It seems to be taken for granted that roast turkey, cranberry sauce, succotash and putnpkln pie were served ar that first Thanksgiving dinner in 1621 when the Pilgrims celebrated the gathering of their first harvest. Probably they were. Anyway, the woods were full of turkeys and the Indians had evolved an agricultural scheme that was as simple as it was efficient. They planted corn to rows and beans to the same hills to climb up the cornstalks and pumpkins between the rows to shade the ground and keep down the weeds—and all cultivated with one hoeing! • •••••• The wild turkey, alas! has traveled far on the way of the great buffalo herds that once covered the plains and of the vast flocks of passenger pigeons that once darkened the skies. But the tame turkey has come to take his place and has marched across the continent with the American jpeople. He has done that In more senses than one. Inasmuch as be has practically abandoned New England and the Middle states for the West and the Southwest. Why our Thanksgiving bird should be called turkey is one of the mysteries. He originated here. America gave him to the world. He is our own bird —“made In America." And of all the domestic birds about our farms and poultry yar>!s the turkey Is the only one that fs strictly our own. When the European reached the Western Hemisphere he found turkeys plentiful to Central America. Mexico, the United States and Canada. The southern birds were smaller and darker than those of. the north. In Mexico there were both wild and tame turkeys, the natives raising the latter for food on an extensive scale. Record of the date of the appearance of the first turkeys In Europe is missing, but the early Spanish explorers took back birds to Spain. From there they quickly spread to France and England. The American turkey was a good thing and Europe was quick to recognise It By the end of the Seventeenth century they were very generally bred throughout Europe. The wild turkey of the United States is a magnificent bird. Originally he was as numerous as the beaver or the deer—literally uncountable. For a long time they were plentiful. They leaded the way of the hunter early and developed a cunning often more than a match for that of the man with a gun. Within the experience of living men Michigan, for instance, was so full of them that a man walking through the forests from Detroit to St. Joe was never out of right of the flocks hurrying off through the trees. Then they seemed to disappear all at once all over the country. Civilization and settlement probably bad as much to do with It as the shotgun and rifle. Ctrillxation inevitably drives out wild life, even where wild life is protected by law. Clearance at timberland. draining of swamps, cultivation of open country deprived the turkey of his natural habitat. Now a place wild enough to afford refuge to the turkey is a wilderness indeed. The tame turkey of the United States Is an Individual sort of bird, with ways and notions of bis own. This makes’him a hard bird to raise and

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caused by the excitement and sufferings of the war days and the strain of the years that have followed the conflict. The average mtad and the average nerves of today are not what they were ten years ago. Some curious requests are received at the lost property office. Race-track followers wrtteta and ask the poaribiUty of getting a pair of field gla«« I •

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accounts in part tor tua un grution to the West and Southwest - The decline of the turkey growing industry In the nearby territory which formerly supplied the great eastern markets is doutpless due to the appearance and spread of a peculiar disease which poultrymen know as blackhead. When the disease gets established in a flock it is almost impossible to grow turkeys to maturity. This disorder seems to be due to the action of a micro-organism, but the facts regarding the specflc organism. the methods of infection and how the trouble may be prevented or controlled, are still to be worked out Another limiting factor In turkey raising is range. The turkey is essentially a bird of the open spaces and has never been domesticated to anything like the same degree as chickens. To do well it needs unrestricted freedom, full liberty to wander nt will over fields and through woodland, where it finds its natural food.

Obviously, a sizable flock of tur | keys will do much damage t< j growing crops, where farms an i relatively small. Anyway, in comparatively re cent years one could find nlc«; flocks of these meaty birds on i large proportion of the farms o: New England and the Middh states, but now such flocks ari so rare as to be almost a curl | osity in this territory. It is estimated does not produce enough bird: to supply more than one-tenth o the state’s demand, including Chicago. This means that out side territories must supply tur keys for Chicago consumers. Whether it is in the blizzari . sectionsJof the Dakotas and Wy

ouiing or under the scorching sun of the South west, gobblers seem to thrive if given plenty o? range where they can fill their crops with grass hoppers and bugs. But they must have this, ant poulirymen east of the Missouri river therefor, cannot compete favorably. In the comparatively new territory of the W est turkey raising is being taken up by many ou t large scale. Texas, New Mexico, Pacific coas 1 states, Oklahoma, Colorado, Nebraska and the Da kotas are raising more and more turkeys for east em and central west markets every year. Tht Black Hills district of South Dakota and Wyoming contribute largely, too. The largest turkey ranct In the country Is thought to be to Nevada. Th< new home of the turkey Is apparently to be tht American Southwest This does not mean that the business will stog In the central west. It does mean, however, that competition to the west will have to be dealt witt and that more intensive breeding methods musi be resorted to, with the idea of producing a high class strain of turkeys that will be needed by west era poultrymen. If mldwesteraers will devote more time to breed tog stock, to sell at a fancy price, and pay less attention to turkeys for meat purposes, the com pet I five angle probably will not be serious. How the prices have soared! In 1830 the prices were these: The finfest turkeys sold at 9 cents anc fair at 7% cents. • • • • • • « A resolve that every good American should make Is to have as good q time every Thanksgiving Day as is possible and make the Thanksgiving dinner the crowning feature of the day. For the chem tots, you know, will get us before long, if we don’t watch out. They are threatening synthetic food, balanced rations of it and all that s«t of thing And then what will become of our Thanksgiving dinner? Here’s the way one of them—his name is suppressed out of consideration for his fanrib —talks of the way the chemists will get us—not yet, but soon: “Synthetic chemistry must face the problem oi, making synthetic food. A mountain of limestone and a waterfall supply the chemical raw material* and energy required to make sugars and starches A balanced ration will be evolved, possibly largely synthetic, which will eliminate all digestive dis ttubances and at the same time make our minds and bodies more efficient to an extent almost beyond belief. At that time humanity will look back on the eating of promiscuous viands to very much the way that we look back on the drunken debauebea of the Middle ages." Some of these days an American musician will earn everlasting fame and the gratitude of his countrymen by writing just the right kind of a Thanksgiving Song—one that expresses In both words and music the real spirit of Thanksgiving Day Christmas, Easter. Independence Day and nianv of our other national holidays are well off as to appropriate musical exprawton. But what is there for Thanksgiving Day? To be sure, we might stag “Home, Sweet Home,* “My Old Kentucky Home.” “Swanee Rlbber,” or even the “Doxology- But none of these famous airs is quite adequate to the occasion. Tea, Immortal fame Is the sure reward ot anyone who shall write a song that voices the spirit of Thanksgiving Day In a way to awaken a response to the hearts and minds of the American people.

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Thanksgiving Acquaintance 0y FRANK HERBERT SWEET

NE year ago Charlie had come to the city to make his fortune. Jle was fond of farming and farm stock; but they were a slow means to wealth. He would go to the city for the fortune, and then would come

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back and purchase the best farm in ■ the vicinity and have fine horses and big meadows and —envious neighbors. Now Be was standing on a street corner, with hands thrust deep down Into his pockets and wearing the same clothes he had brought from home. But the clothes were soiled and worn threadbare and shiny, and the shoes were unblacked, and the hat lacking part of its brim; and long ago he had discarded such extras as collars and cuffs. The fingers of one hand played idly with his last two half dollars, both of which were owed for : the poor little room he rented on one of the back streets; and the other fingers touched several pawn tickets, which he had no expectation of redeeming. Indeed, he was wondering dully if there were anything else in his trunk that could be pawned. He had had no breakfast, and there was no prospect for a dinner —and this was Thanksgiving. A few yards away, a street boy was sitting on a drygoods box, swinging his bare feet rhythmically to the tune he was whistling. But his eyes were fixed on the listless figure of his neighbor. “Say, Country* he called, suddenly, “what you thinkin’ of?" Charlit- flushed but did not answer. “Come, don't make an owl o’ youri self,” the boy went on. "There ain’t nothin* in this world to fret over. Look hero," swinging his legs upon - the box—“no clothes to spare, an’ ( what there is ain’t much for cold weather. An' my jacket's lost an arm. an’ my shirt most of one shoulder. An', furtbeßfnore.” pausing to Indulge I in another Lar of the street ditty be I was whistling, "I ain’t had no breaki fast, an’ only a cold pertater for supper last night; an* still I ain’t no spilt milk to cry over.” His legs swung nn ; M Q/tlJrCj g - I ’ l A A fll Ov s Thera Was No Prospect for a Dinner, back Into space and beat a lively accompaniment to the conclusion of the tune. Then he looked at Oarlie. “Now, what's broke with you?” he demanded. “Ton ain’t stalled, an’ you got shoes on your feet." "But I can’t eat my shoes," Charlie retorted. “And the two coins I have left are to pay tor my room. And—what’s more, rm out of a job. Twasn’t much—sweeping out offices—but it meant a roof, and something to eat” The street boy stopped drumming and looked at him with more interest a ’ris nest o’ bad.” he ariEnowledged.

TABLE LINEN IMPORTANT THE real, original and genuine Thanksgiving dinner must boast a ■ turkey and cranberry sauce if it is to be strictly orthodox to regard to the menu. Tradition demands this. Good linen plays a very important part in the way the table will look when set. It is always advisable to buy as good linen as you can possibly afford, for it proves a wise investment in the long run. An embroidered monogram is a handsome finish to a good cloth, but it is less noticeable there than on the napkins which for dinner should be large and square. For embroidery the long slender letters are preferred. It is a pretty sentiment at a Thanksgiving dinner to use dishes which are heirlooms for one course.

•‘An’ you’re bein’ from the country an’ knowin’ nothin’ makes it worse. What’d you come for?” “Why, to get rich, of course,” Charlie answered. “What does anyone come to the city for?" "Huh 1” derisively, “an’ here I’ve been lookin’ ahead to goto’ into the country to get rich. Say, do you have fellers like me, an’ like that crowd on the sidewalk, up to your country?" Charlie looked at him, and then at the half-dozen disreputable men who were smoking in front of a billiardroom opposite, and the two or three women sorting over an ash-barrel, and the squalid, dirty-faced children playtog and fighting along the gutter, and answered with an expression of disgust : "No. Indeed!” “Thought. SO; Then the country’s the richest and best place." He looked at Charlie a little enviously. "Say, you got horses an’ cows an’ dogs an* chickens, an* a pa an* ma, ah’ green grass an’ fishin’ up there?” he demanded. “Os course," with eager recollection in bls voice; “and miles and miles of woods where we go after chestnuts and grapes In the fall, and big ponds to skate on to the winter." "An 1 you run away from them—for this?” snatching his fragment of a cap and hurting it into the gutter as expressive of his unutterable disgust Then he stood upon the box and stretched himself to his full height raising his hand as though to Invoke a benediction. “My son,” he said, solemnly, “go home an’ eat the fatted calf an* your ma’a doughnuts. Tarry not Haste to pastures new where the calves flourish as the green bay tree. If it be fifty miles, walk, an’ run when you get tired; if a thousand, walk an’ run an’ beg, an’ steal rides on freight trains — only go, as my failin’ tears implore. An’ now—" here a paper boy, attractby his gesticulations, darted up and tipped the box so that the orator slid ingloriously Into the mud. Chartie laughed to spite of himself, then bls face became grave. Beneath the lightness of the speaker’s words had been an undercurrent of seriousness which appealed directly to bis discouragement and homesickness. Yes, he would go home. As the street boy rose and wiped the mud from his face. CharUe stepped up to him. "Thank you for your advice.” he said. ’Tm going to take it.” “Honest?” with a ring of satisfaction in bls voice. “Then, fare ye well, an’ If forever —but say," as Charlie was starting down the sidewalk, “give me a tip to your barrel, an’ mebbe Hl come out an’ spend my vacation with you next summer.” CharUe laughed, and then, <m a sudden impulse, he wrote his address and gave it to the boy.

A PRAYER We thank Thee. Father, for the care That did not come to try us, The burden that we did not bear. The trouble, that passed by us. The task we <M4 not fail to do. The hurt we did not cherish. The friend who did not prove untrue, The joy that perish. We thank Thee for the blinding storm That did not loose its swelling. And for the sudden blight of harm That came not nigh our dwelling. We thank Thee for the dirt unsped. The bitter word unspoken. The grave unmade, jhe tear unshed. The heart-tie stilb unbroken. . —Clarence Ek Flynn.

“We’d like first-rate to have.you come," he said heartily, “and we’ll try to give you a good time.” This seems the proper end for the story; but I want to add that the . y Ug 5 £ W'WR Lt < M Gave It to the Boy. street boy did visit them the next summer, and that they gave him such a good time he concluded to remain and work for them permanently. MOST TO BE THANKFUL FOR* Shall we not remember that the thing most to be thankful for, most to. be anxious about, is not the meat that ' perlsheth, but the salvation which results to everylasttog joy and felicity, - the redemption which enables us to enjoy for evermore the presence of the great Almighty God along with all the blessed, the best, the bravest, the purest, the sweetest the world has ever known! Ay, we must needs remember that, for there comes that harvest which is the end of the world, and wo all pray *that we may have good reason to be thankful then for the life to be lived in eternity. OLD ENGLISH THANKSGIVING The American Thanksgiving day is without doubt the offspring of that feast which to England is known as “Harvest Home," and to Scotland is called "Mell Supper.” But the giving of thanks to some god at the close of the autumn season for the fruits of the earth is ageless, and can be traced back as far as civilization goes. In Exodus the Israelites are commanded to keep an autumnal feast, more explicit details for such a feast beinggiven Ta the book of Levitteus. The feast was to last seven days, and on the first day the people were to gather boughs of cedars and willows of the brooks. WASHINGTON'S PROCLAMATIONS Washington issued a proclamation for a general Thanksgiving by the Continental army Thursday, December IS, 1777, and again at Valley Forge May 7, 1778. A few days before the adjournment of congress in September, 1789, Representative Ellas Boudinot moved to the house that the president be requested to recommend a day of thanksgiving and prayer in acknowledgment at the many signal favors of Almighty God, and especially his affording the opportunity of establishing a constitution of government for their safety and happiness.