Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1880-11-27
A THANKSGIVING STORY.

No ONE should be mean enough to
ask if this is true story. All stories
are true stories, and it isn't likely that
any one would lie about what happened
on such good day as Thanksgiving.
TO BEGIN WITH,
The widow Du Shay lived in little cot
tage on the ground now occupied by the
House of Correction. The facts in this
story occurred many years ago. but they
were sailed down at the time and are
now taken from the barrel in splendid
condition.
Thanksgiving day had arrived. The
Governor of Michigan had issued a
proclamation as long as hoe-handle,
the undergraduates had been gObbled
from market and grocery, and every
body was ready for short sermon and
long dinner. That's how things were,
and a war map would not give the read
er any clearer idea of the situation.
RETROSPECTIVE.
The widow sat down in her rocking chair.
And she drew up nearer the stove;
And the north wind blew with an awful
And the snow flakes came down in drove.
"Be thankful-for what?" mused Mrs. Du
am widow. rheumatic and poor;
And 'twouidn' be queer, If before the New
Twas begging from door to door,
She wiped tear from her sparkling nose
And she thought of Du shay in his grave
And her children three, who were drowned
at sea-
Under the foam-crest wave.
NOTICE TO THE AUDIENCE.
The public will please keep theirseat
as the performance is not yet half
through.
ave worked like a slave" the widow went
"Tve toiled both early and late,
I've lessened my food that might get wood,
And my conduct has ever been straight.
ANY husband is dead-my children are gone,
My house needs many repairs;
Some white man or mig has stolen my pig,
And my head 1t is getting gray hairs"
SAME ONE.
Every adult person has read of the
poor widow who was cOmpelledtO make
shirts for six cents piece and furnish
the buttons and thread. This is the one.
"Pve nothing TO eat but cold pancakes
And a sip of three-shilling tea"
And the widow she wept while the snowfiakes
Under the door for to see.
i've nOthinR 10 wear Dut an OLD Dlack 0reSS,
My bonnet is seven years old;
And TO add to my woes, my best pair OF
shoes
For shilling couldn't be sold.
Thanksgiving. The day is nothing to me-
wish was under the ground
Iwish | was dead. and this sorrowful head
rest in n coffin had found
PERFECTLY NATURAL
You would have wished the same had
you been in the widow place. Thanks
giving is big thing with fowl. and
oysters, and cranberry sauce to back it;
but when you come down to three old
chairs and two old pancakes, it's anoth-
er matter
And the widow she wept and rocked away,
And the wind continued 70 blow.
While the window pane IL shivered again
Al the touch of the flakes of snow.
A CHANGE.
Human nature is tickle. If it wasn't
there would be no breach-of- promise
suits or divorces. The widow Du Shay
finally concluded that cold pancake was
better than nothing. and that her old
house was superior to q coal shed for
comfort She decided to observe the
day rs well as possible. She was warm
ing her feet in the oven preparatory to
starting for church. when she fell
asleep.
She fell asleep. and she sighed and snored,
But never pain did she feel
As the room grew balm and the oven got
And almost blistered her heel.