Great Falls weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1894-1???, 1895-11-29
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Thanksgiving is a day which fills us
all with thanks and roast turkey, and as
such a day it is dear to the hearts Of all
Americans. Thanksgiving doesn't make
as much noise as does the Fourth Of Jn-
ly, with its ~firecrackers, Or as Christmas,
with its bells. The country is the only
place in which Thanksgiving may be en-
joyed to its fullest extent, although there
are people who claim that it is MT
without its own peculiar charm in the
smallest kind Of a flat. At first it may
seem absurd to the student of human
affairs that a 16 pound turkey should he
able to perform with its maximum grace
in a $12 fiat. But this fact is not a mys-
terry when We come to look it squarely
in the face and meet it with tho mental
dissecting knife. 1t is because these fiat
jewellers enjoy many Thanksgiving in
the turkey Of the present.
After the head of the family has gone
to the table alone to do the carving, he
cause he would not have sufficient elbow
room if the family were congregated
about him, they sit down and dream Of
the turkey, of the past when they Were
out on the farm looking across dreamy
vistas of nesting landscape, punctuatcd
by the scarecrOw shivering in his straw
hat and lincn duster, to let the world
know that summer was a thing Of the
past. And still they fancy they see tins
cid scarCcrOw standing among the com
stacks, with the wind blowing through
his whiskcrs. They see him right over
there OF the fire escape of the ncig!lh"i-
ing fiat, for all the tlatscape to them Is
a large area Of farm land nesting with
red leafed trees and mortgages that can
not be raised by hand and are no self
raising like the flour raised upon it,
1t has brought with it pleasant mem
cries which cover u period of 80 year,
It only goes back to last March in the
flesh, but it carries the man back to the
time when he slept like Il top on Il corn
husk mattress and arose i'll the cIrjF
morn to gather the steaming pancako Cd
the fly, long before he dreamed that IN
would ever have to gather the matutl1~t
horse car on the fly. 1t takes him back
to tho old game of shinn"y. and bring
back to him faces that had long since
faded from his memory. Out in the Crisp
chilly air he shouts, 'Shinncy on you!
own side!' as of old, and hears the
yelping Of the hound, shining like pat
ent leather with enthusiasm. and Is
stirred once more by the ripping whlA'
tho flushed partridge, and the rcvc1IfF
atina bang Of tho spOrtsman's gun, ttEt
sounds SO sweet in the aisles OF the FL
lent forest. He will not wake from TINS
pleasant dream Of past happiness u'i'''
the morrow, for then tho turkey Wltlo'
cold, ard the logs Of fancy's "iirc~lae
will hayo been reduced to white ASHES
to stir 1itfully in the vagrant gus "'
wind. Even when the turkeys shining
carcass has been chopped up to be utlI'
lied as the base of an economic soup, tNe
reminiscent charm will have vanished
gracefully, like a $40 bill at a seaside
resort, for the turkey, like love, is never
itself again when once it'scold. Its feel
are on the ash heap and will strut
about no more. Its head, with its srea,
Dundreary whiskers of flaming red, WI
no more MARBLE in the rosy kiss o.
dawn and fill the beholder with rosy
anticipation Of the jocnnd feast. u.s.
work is done, and its days are past, ana
now the family, SO we'll begrimed with
gravy to the very eyes, sit and regard
one another in silent joy. The smaller
members will have to take a bath to Se'
the turkey off them. But the victory j,
theirs, as they sit in the city fiat filled
with visions Of ecstasy and break the
magic wishbone and wish that every one
from the highest to the lowest has ha'
Just SO merry and glad a Thanksgiving a
has fallen to their happy lot.
r. X. MUNKITTRICK.