Arizona republican., 1900-12-04

sees in imagination the piled up apples without thought of the orchard and the time when We used to shake the one afternoon to bring into use all our mothers medical skill before morning. Apples, supposed to te the kind of fruit that grew on Eden's forbidden trea. because of the temptation We all felt m boyhood b steal apples. But boys should not seal apples. An apple. So,- omon's favorite fruit, for with the fruits of all zones growing in his con servatory, he cried out: Comfort me with apples" And there is the much sat.rized pumpkin, robed in colJrs like the cay 6awn, with great, round cor porations, the alderman among vege- tables. so fat that they are as tall when they sit down as when they stand up. What would New Englanl do without the pumpkin-mother of queenly pies and patron of the last century of thanksgiving.
 
 And now clear out of the old chan aels of conventional Thanksgiving. I call to mind some thing you may have forgotten CT never thought of. Among the things to be grateful for are our hereditary blessings. Have you ever thanked God for good parents? But for the raising we got, We would have probably been in poOrhouse or peniten- tiary. Show me the cradle and l will make prophecy of everything clear onto ,he grave. What a glorious race Of old folks those who passed off in the .aSst generation. Talk about your doe .ors, al,opathic, homeopathic, hydTo- pathic and electlc. I believe in all of them. but was there ever a better doc tor than your olI-fashioned country mother? What boaeset tea to sweat put colds! What catnip tea to soothe he restlessness! What herbs for the whole race Of distempers! What hot pillow for toothaching face until the village doctor drove up the lane, and with one jerk of ,,he terrific turnkey took out the tooth. leaving you under the impression that jaw and head and shoulders had gone with it. Was there anyone like your old mother to poui cice without hurting a run-around fin ger? You were not ashamed to let her see you cry, though you were So big the world would have called you a cry baby. I take the responsibility of med ical colleges for conferring degrees. and I doctorate all that generation of mothers, bes5Owing on them NJ. D. Maternal Doctor. Would that We could have treated them as well as they treated us! for, perhaps, We might have kept them with us, and today at our Thanksgiving table those vanished fac- es might have beamed upon us among the home group, and We might have taken from them one more blessing be- fore their final departure. Some say they would not bring the departed to this poor world again if they could: but would be willing to risk it, and if I COu4u DlllS DdCh lO yOuI ulIllllS IOOill the two old folks today, I would put them one at each end of your table. and you and. your wife could afford Co stand and wait on them while the ce- lestial visitors taIried in your dwelling. But I must quit this, for it blurs my eyes with something that makes it diff ficult to write rhese "reminiscences. Glo- rious race of old folks! Have placed where you can see them their staff, their spectacles, their bible, and thank God that your manhood and woman- hood had such advantageous launch ing.