The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1894-11-28

divided between the rich and tooth
some biped and the almost universal
pigskin sphere After the turkey. the
plum pudding; after the plum pudding,
which soothes and sustains one like the
kiss Of a summer girl by the moonlit
sea, the football
Some men go from the country to the
city to see a game of football, while
others go from the city to the country,
when there IS no game, to shoot birds.
But they all eat turkey if this divine
bird comes within their pecuniaTy reach.
The EthlOp who is so unfortunate as to
have no pecuniary reach worth speak
ing of must depend upon mis- natural
reach to penetrate the foliage Of his
neighbours tree and pluck therefr0m the
moonlit fowl as a watermelon or a
BARTLETT pear. Some men viii eat corned
beef and Irish stew on Thanksgiving day
and imagine that they are doing the day
and themselves Justice Such men are
moral mOnstrosities that defy analysis.
Those who would attempt to fathom
them and arrive at an Ineligible and
satisfactory solution could make more
money writing visiting cards with a tel
egraph Office pen. Not more vain would
it be to attempt to preserve in musical
notation the spirited barcarole Of the
overripe November pig or to attempt to
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sOphistry with an ordinary plumb line
The old fan tailed gobbler viii no
more strut about the farmyard with the
dignity and hauteur of a retail floor
walker No more viii he wave his great
scarlet wattles like danger signal pre-
paratOry to chasing the small boy, who
would make him tie unwilling rec7p-
lent of e bucket OF cold water No more
viii be sit in a statuesque ball on the
old elm and look wistfully over he
russell cornfield whose burrows are pic
turesouely punctuated with dull I'd
pumpkins. He has heard the whining
winds Of autumn rustling in the rosy
foliage and his blazing side whislzers
for the last time Yesterday he was full
OF hope. Today he is full Of chestnuts.
and his drumsticks play a solo Of Joy on
the souls Of the people congregated about
the table, especially that of the small
boy, whose eyes throb with joy and who
is as full of anticipation as the turk ev
is full of dressing What a beautiful
study is the old gObbler as he lies upon
the platter. bTonzed to a crisp, with his
white meat shining through his tawny
envelope that ever and anon breaks
with a sound that sends ripples of soft
est music across the lilied miIlponds
Of our souls!
When the turkey IS so good, 1t IS no
wonder that he usurps that portion Of
our inner man usually set apart for
plum pudding or pumpkin pie. The
man who likes plum pudding better
than turkey, if such man exists,
should not fail to change matters by
putting the last first and the first last.
A Shanghai on Thanksgiving day
scratches gravel in the background Of
oblivion He is more remote and OBJ
scure than is a baseball player in the
height of the skating season or furrier
in the sweltering d0gday.
Thanksgiving day is a day Of tender
dreams that fill our souls with sweetest
music. Usually it is a still, gray day,
during which the dark, leafless trees
stand sharply etched against a liquid
atmosphere in which you can hear the
partridge drum and the blue jay squawk
a mile away. The smoke curls from the
old farmhouse straight into the air, and
from its quaint windows the crow can
be seen circling wistfully over the old
cOrnfeld, with Outspread wings, as if
fearing to break the silence Of the scene
And the old farmer IS thankful that his
sons have come back to spend this festal
day with him at their old home. They
are delighted, for once more they scent /
the roasting gObbler and dream Of
cracking the wishbone again, Just as
they viii have the dear old nightmare
in the attic room that is colder than the
barn IN winter and hotter than the po-
tato patch in summer. But they are
really no happier than those who cele-
brate the day in a New York fat that
is 50 small that it does not furnish sufi-
Gent elbow room to carve a turkey and
therefore compels the family to have a
fricassee or a canned turkey, neither Of
which is a dish equal to the require
ments of 50 glorious an occasion
The only time that Thanksgiving is
not a success is when the turkey is SO
tough that the only way it can be dis
5Ointed seems to be by blasting it /
with dynamite. Such a turkey fills the /
conscientious housewife with horror and |
makes her register vow TO ever after
subject the turkey to a thorough drub-
bling with a rolling pin IN the same way
that she does the average musta &
steak A turkey should be treated IN
this fashion before the dressing is in
serted or not at all Yet the gobbIer Is q /
peerless classic fowl that does more for
Thanksgiving day than Thanksgiving
day does for him, and we should cher
ISL the sweet associations that surround
him from the Greco Roman with his
drumsticks to the tug Of war with his
chaste enameled TishbOne-
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