The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1894-11-29

Ors of this ever pleasant
and interesting festival are
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 o summer girl by the moonlit
sea, the football.
Some men 60 from the country to the
city to see game Of football, while
others 90 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 pecuniary reach.
The Ethiop who is so unfortunate as to
have no pecuniary reach worth speak
ing of must depend upon his natural
reach to penetrate the foliage of his
neighbor's tree and pluck therefrom the
moonllt fowl as watermelon or q
Bartlett pear. Some men will 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 All Ineligible and
satisfactory solution could make more
money writing visiting cards with 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
sound the depths of country plumbers
sophistry with an ordinary plumb line.
The odd fan tailed gobbler will no
more strut about the farmyard with the
dignity AID hauteur of a retail floor
walker. No more will he wave his great
scarlet wattles like danger signal pre-
paratory to chasing the small boy, who
would make him the unwilling recip.
lent of bucket of cold water No more
will he sit in statuesqne ball on the
old elm and look wistfully over the
russell cornfield, whose burrows are pic
turesquely punctuated with dull gold
pumpkins. He has heard the whining
winds of autumn rustling in the rosy
foliage and his blazing sida Srhi-;s,ers
fof the last time. Yesterday he was full
OF hope Tcc.ay he is full of chestnuts,
and his drumsticks play solo Of joy on
the souls OF the people congresated about
the table, especially that OF the small
boy, whose eyes throb with joy and who
is as full of anticipation as the turkey
is full of dressing. What beautiful
study is the old gobbler as he lies upon
the platter, bronzed to crisp, with his
white meat shining through his tawny
envelope that ever and a,oin breaks
with sound thai sends ripples of soft
.ess music across the lilied millponds
of our souls!
When Zoe turkey is so good, it is no
wonder that he usurps that portion Of
our inner man usually set apart for
plum pudding or pumpkin pie. The
NAH 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 baseball player in the
height of the skating season or furrier
In the sweltering dogday.
Thanksgiving day is a day Of tender
dreams that fill our souls with sweetest
music. Usually it is still, gray day,
during which the dark, leafiess trees
stand sharply etched against a liquid
atmosphere in which you can hear the
partridge drum and the blue jay squawk
q 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
cornfield, with outspread wings, as ii
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 did when small boys. And again
they will 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 10 happier than those who cele-
brara the day in n New York flat that
is so small that if does not furnish suffi-
Gent elbow room to carve Il turkey and
therefore cOmpels the family 20 have a
Iricassee Or q canned turkey, neither Of
which is dish equal to the require
ments Of so glorious al occasion.
The only time that THANKSGIVING is
not q success is when the turkey is so
tough that the only way it can be dis
i0iuted seems TO be by blasting it
with dynamite. Such n turkey fills the
conscientious housewife with horror and
makes her register q VOW TO ever after
subject the turkey to thorough Grub
bing with a rolling pin III the same way
that she does the average mustang
steak A turkey should be treated III
this fashion before the dressing is in
serted or not rs al. Yet the gobbler is a
peerless classic fowl that does more for
Thanksgiving day than Thanksgiving
day does for him, and we should cher
ish the sweet associations that surround
him from the Greco Roman with his
2rams1lols to the tug of Tcr with his
-aqste eranlnled wishbone.
R. K MUNKITr:ECK.