Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1893-11-29
Our Thanksgiving Dinner.

For some time we have had our appe-
tite in training for Thanksgiving Day
dinner. Visions of roasted turkey,
baked sweet potatoes, rich creamy gra
Wy, generous rolls of bread garnished
with Ling's best butter, pies of golden
yellow pumpkin, juicy mince and lus
cious limbertwigs, and perhaps a slice
of rare rich cake, not to mention such
other relishes as toothsome celery and
spicy pickles. All this, and vet more.
had our palute greeted and our tongue
tasted in imagination during the days
| of training. OF course the success of
the dinner hung upon the presence of
the turkey, noble bird, lord of the feast
and more than all other things com.
bined-they being simply accessories.
We knew just where the turkey bad
been raised and on what meat he had
fed that brought him to such goodly
proportions, end how grand and i'm
posing he would appear in the center of
our festal board. Yes, we knew all
this. and were sure OF it, tor had not
several OF our old reliable delinquent
subscribers promised us solemnly and
repeatedly that they would be glad to
pay their subscriptions in that way 7
Of course they had, and certainly they
would do 80. Did not we 80 inform the
partner of our woes and the sharer of
III bounty, and advised her to select
the latest and best n of the many
that would be sent us; and had we not
lost much sleep over how we might best
take care of those we did not eat on
Thanksgiving Day. Yea, and did we
not in u exuberance of soul invite a
few genial, hungry friends to accept of
our hospitality on that not to be forgot
ten day. eu
In making arrangements for the din
ner we had 1t all fixed. On Monday
the turkeys would come to us, and a
few barrels AMI boxes were ready in
which to secure the fowls until Tues
day, when the slaughter of the inno-
cents would take place. But We news
paper man proposes and the reliable de-
linquent disposes. Monday came and
went, and no turkey materialized. But
we remembered That the day preceding
Monday was a day of rest, too sacred
to be disturbed by catching turkeys,
and of we might have known
that not until Monday night could the
capture be effected. On Tuesday they
would come, and our soul rested in
peace. The day dawned wet and drear
and III trained appetite was getting
on edge. All the day we waited. At
noon our patient helpmate's face ore
a look of doubt and our hearts sank to
200 below their normal position. Sup
per time came and not a gobble was
heard to break the quiet of our back
yard. Narv gobble.
Wednesday morning broke cheerless,
and our vision was rendered more Wis
ionary than ever, and che prospect for
dinner grew smaller by degrees and
beautifully less. True we had a lot of
nice persimmons that our friend John
Oliver had sent us, and a few turnips
remained in the patch devoted to early
greens. Thanksgiving Day came and
30 did our invited friends, but the tur-
key, the turkey, where was it? All in
our mind, 30 far as the old reliable de-
linquent was concerned. Such, how
ever, is life, or at least the life Of the
country newspaper man. Disappoint-
ment is his lot, and bounteous dinners
a baseless fabric and a dream.
How sweet to dream, how sad to wake and
find
Your Thanksgiving Dinner present-in your
mind. Selah.