The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-11-22

One Thanksgiving it was cold and the
winter turnout was brought forth 1t was
landau, into which all the family piled
Two men sat on the box. Both wore deep,
white capes, white trousers and tall hats
with fur trimming at the side. The horses
had long tails and the turnout was Rus
sian that day. This year it will be the
English wagon with the bang-tailed horses
and the umbrellas. George Gould smiles
constantly and his wife talks increasingly
and smiles. She smiles and mods to every
body. You see her and do not wonder that
she is the woman who Smiled her way into
| New York society"
Robert Bonner for years brought his
| Maud s. down to Central park for her
| Thanksgiving spin and crowds collected
| to see the grand trotter. Before Bonner
| bought her Commodore Vanderbilt used to
| trot her. But Maud S. Is not as young as
| she once was. Maud Is of age and consid-
erably over She could vote If horse age
| and intellect were allowed to register.
Robert Bonner's Thanksgiving trot is
around the prepared course at Hampstead.
| For years he has spent the day there with
his famous hobby horse 1t would not
/ be Thanksgiving were he not to see her.
| His son Fred drove Maud once just to be
| able to say he had handed the ribbons over
her back, but Robert Bonners hands are
| the only ones that can touch her. A petit
Mr.. Bonner, imploring him to join the cav
| alcade this year in Central park and al
low the public a last glimpse of Maud s.
| T. G. Platt, looking ell whiskers and
eyes, drives in the park behind bor-
rowed rig. He gets so many invitations
| from democrats and republicans that he
| has trouble to pick, but he picks a re-
| publican. Beside him sits Mrs. Plat,
| looking like his guardian angel, with her
smooth, fair face. Platt looks like a
mummy. In the cold air his cheeks
whiten and his eyes get dull. But speak
to him and he warns up like the top of a
gas stove when the spark is touched un-
derneath He loves to drive, and if you
see a figure muffled to the nose with a
big, soft hat drawn down to the muller
Ii Is Plat.
Every Thanksgiving finds Cornelius
Vanderbilt driving in Central park, as it
finds him at church in the morning. But
he does not look the Vanderbilt now of
formerly. He is creased and sunken His
eyes are not the sparklers they were, and
the white look gives him more of an
ecclesiastical air than ever. He drives
with his children on his lap. His little
girl on his knees and the younger boys
very close. He talks to them, points out
things, and opposite sits his wife, with
the remainder of the family. The
Thanksgiving horses are black as jet with
and the livery is green.
Henry Clews would rather miss his
| turkey than his Thanksgiving ride in
Central park. Il may miss dinner some
time" he says, but 1 don't expect to
miss my Thanksgiving drive. If I can't
own horses 1 will hire them, and if 1 can't
hire I'll hint until some one invites me
to drive.
Horses" added he, ARE cheap now
My favorite Thanksgiving team, Henry
and Elsie, cost me a fortune. Now they
would not bring song The bicycle has
ruined the trade in horses. Every mar
can have horse these days. 1 drive q
horse the same as 1 go to the Episcopal
church, because 1 was taught to do so
1 shall be in the park Thanksgiving
wearing a new hat"
President-elect Mckinley has been In.
vited to Gotham for Thanksgiving din
ner and drive. Mckinley drives, as he
does all other things, slowly. Once he
took the rens of pair of white Russian
horses belonging to one of the richest men
in New York, and man who had one Of
the finest stables. Mckinley held the
reins so tight that the horses fairly champ
ed the bit through and through, and the
sweat poured off of them. "Is anything
the natter" asked Mckinley.
1T am afraid they are going to rur
away" said the owner taking the reins
Instantly the nOrSeS SIdrleu DIT tnelF nat
ural pace, a spanking one, and Mckinley
horrified reached around for his wife
'tShe's safe" said the owner, bringing
them to a standstill.
The Fifth avenue entrance to the park
presents a queer sight on Thanksgiving
afternoon. Old cobs, drawing rickety
cabs; limpy horses pulling hansoms, anc
carryalls with one old family beast minglt
freely with horses that are from the roya
! strain and cost their weight in gold dust
II is the New Workers. great day home, ant
he in his characteristics way, makes the
most of it. james bar'oh'