Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1888-11-30
THANKSGIVING REFEREES.
TFrom Thursdays Daily.I


"Thanks ?" cries the pessimist, Thanks ~
For what?
81 suppose ought to give thanks for
being compelled to live in the midst of a
bowling mob-a hungry horde OF money
grabbers; man is expected to give thanks
because he hasn't been dead several years,
when they tell us in the pulpit and prayer
meeting that death heals all our wounds,
puts an end to the strife and struggle, stops
the pains and pangs and gives eternal
peace. If this be true, then why give
thanks for life. Bah! This world is going
crazier every day. Perhaps 1 am expected
to give thanks because my house is mort
gagged and the taxes can't be paid; it may
be that ought to get right up on my hind
legs and howl with gratitude because i've
had the tooth ache and lumbago, rheuma-
tlsm and wash bills presented regularly
during the year, while cough which has
formed my acquaintance is endeavoring to
induce me to meet Consumption and enjoy
his love and hospitality till death doth us
part.
Thanks for the blessings received,' in
deed-f0r the due bills and dunning letters;
for the sweet privilege of melting in the
summer, freezing in the winter and enjoy
ing chills, neuralgia and pimples in the
beautious spring and fall. / might offer
up a few hallelujahs of praise for having
carried a torch ten miles for man who
wouldn't write his name on small piece
of paper for me; who, if I asked for a
foreign mission or janitOrship in the
pOstOffice would 20 out to talk with the
bears and kangaroos which he has received
from admiring constituents, would 60 out,
I say, and associate with them in prefer
ence to gazing on my haggard and cam
paign- -tattered form for a few brief
moments. Or If am democrat I realize
Of course that should thank God that l
yelled large hole through my glOttis, epi-
CLOTHS and esOphagus for the wrong man;
should weep with Joy for having bet on
the losing side; should stand out on the
street corner and fill the ambient air with
rainbow tinted cheers because we lost
everything that we had and vastly more
that we didn't have, but expected to get.
All no, will not so demean myself on
this glorious day of tantalizing and aggra-
waiting memories. will not make large
bay mule of myself because ] am told to,
but with a true appreciation of the situa-
tiOn / will sit me down and wait patiently
for the crack of doom, in the hope that
when the explosion takes place 1 will be
able, in the confusion of the moment, to
catch onto something better and brighter
and Infinitely more Just. Let us sing hymn
No. 466-sThere'S land that is fairer than
this.' > - -e'.-e. '--s''e
So says the pessimist
But we are not seeking the society of our
pessimistic friends to-day. We want the
Optimist. We seek ont the man who sees
happiness in everything, and accepts life
alone as a blessing invaluable and incOm-
parable. The man who is a success in this
world must not sit in the shadows. He
must appreciate the fact that the sunny
walks lead to the gardens of happiness
where joy is In bloom, love blossoms as the
rose, peace is undisturbed and the air is
perfumed by the languid magnolias of
cOntentment and repOse. OF course it
is pretty hard to find the gar
den. 1t may be a little difficult to go ont
and cut buttOn-hOle bouquets of Joy or
carry a hand full of large, red loves, with
ceruleau petals, around while you walk.
1t isn't every day that you can 20 out and
sniff contentment in the air or identity re-
pose by the OdOr-unless it is in the garden
where they sing the beer song and
eat accordingly. But let us accept the
proposition for q day at least. Let us for
In the morning and go forth with light
heart and empty stomach to the festal
board OF our generous and more prosper