Semi=weekly graphic., 1895-11-30

hll WITH bndnkS dV ~ W M O U ~
such a day it is ySsa spe - -
Americans. Til
as much noise as a.
ly, with its firecracEers, Or as ion a. ~
with its bells. The country Is ~ - 20
place in which Thanksgiving may be e..
| joyed to its fullest extent, although there
are people who claim that it is not
without its own peculiar charm in tho
smallest kind or fiat. AZ flrst it may
seem absurd to the student of human
affairs that is pound turkey should be
able to perform with its maximum grace
| i'll $12 fiat. But this fact is not mys-
terry when we come to look it squarely
in the face and meet it with the mental
dissecting knife. 1t is because these fat
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, be-
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, punctuated
by the scarecrow shivering i'll his straw
hat and linen duster, to let the world
know that summer was thing Of the
past And still they fancy they see this
old scarecrow standing among the corn
stacks, with the wind blowing through
his whiskers. They see him right over
there on the fire escape of the neighbor-
ing flat, for all the fiatsoape to them-is
large area of farm land nesting with
red ieafed trees and mortgages that can
not be raised by hand and are not self
raising like the flour raised upon it,
1t has brought with it pleasant men,
cries which cover period of 80 years.
1t only goes back to last March IN tho
flesh, but it carries the man back to the
time when he slept like top on a corn
husk mattress and arose in the early
morn to gather the steaming pancake on
the fly, long before he dreamed that ha
would ever have to gather the matutinal
horse car on the fly. It takes him@back
to the old game of shinney, and brings
back to him faces that had long since
faded from his memory Out in the crisp
chilly air he shouts, Shinney on your
own side ~ as of old, and hears the
yelping of the hound, shining like pat
emit leather with enthusiasm, and is
stirred once more by the ripping whiz Of
the flushed partridge, and the reverbef :.
ating bang OF the sportsman s gun, that
sounds so sweet,in the aisles of the ST.
lent forest. He I'll not wake from this
pleasant dream IF past happiness until
the morrow, for then the turkey will be
cold, and the logs of fancy's freside
will have been reduced to white ashes
to stir fitfully i'll the vagrant gust Of
Wind. Even when the turkey $ shining
carcass has been chopped up to be util-
lied as the base of an economic soup, the
reminiscent charm will have vanished
gracefully like $40 bill at seasid1
resort, for the turkey. like love, is never
itself again when once it's Geld. It's feet
are on the ash heap and will strut
about no more. It's head, with its great
Dundreary whiskers of flaming red, VIII
no more MARBLE in the rosy kiss Of
dawn and fill the beholder with rosy
anticipation of the jocund feast. It's
work IS done, and its days are past, and
now the fainiiy, 81 we'll ;,egriInr,i win
gravy to the very eyes, sit and regard
one another in silent joy. The smaller
members will have to take a bath to get
the turkey off them. But the victory Is
theirs. as they SIT in the city fiat filed
with visions of ecstasy and break the
magic wishbone and wish that every one
from the highest to the lowest has had
just so merry and glad Thanksgiving as
has fallen to their happy lot
r. X. MUNlSITVRIcK