The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1904-11-24
Much Cause for Thanksgiving.

are so idle as to remark that they
have nothing to be thankful for,
Let them turn their minds upon
themselves and on their homes.
Look at your two stout arms, and
then look at the unfortunate Grip
pie. Look at your healthy little
ones and then think of the thcus-
nnds If pupy babies in this broad
land. Hear the happy laughter
of your children, and then think
of the grief where the little ones
have gone out from the homes in
deaths cold embrace. If you are
the cripple, or it is your home
that death has entered, then
thank the Lord it is no worse.
Then, giving thanks, start
right by trying to give cause for
thankfulness to those less FORUM
ate about you. That will help
your enjoying your Thanksgiving
day. The enjoyment of this day
rests entirely with yourself. You
can make it day of happiness or
you can make it day of gloom.
And the cost of making it a day
of happiness is so small that good
business sense demands that you
make it such.
There is great joy in being
thankful because you have given
Others reason for thanksgiving.
Selfish indeed is the man who
finds nothing to be thankful for
but good dinner. The thought
full person has three hundred and
sixty-fve thanksgiving days in
the year, and this special day set
apart for that purpose is but com
mon to him. To God, the giver of
all life and health and happiness,
the honest and appreciative man
is thankful every moment of his
life.
Thanksgiving day brings much
in opposite feeling in widely diff
ferent homes. Observe Thanks
giving morning in the grand man
sion. On every hand are eviden-
ces of great wealth-costly paint
ings, rare tapestries and velvet
carpets. Sitting dejectedly be-
fore the fire in the open CRATE is
the owner of it all, moody, silent,
and alone. Rich viands await
him, but he has no appetite.
The great corridors are silent, for
the happy laughter of children is
never heard therein. Trained SER
wants answer his every beck and
nod, but their ministrations are
measured by their monthly wages.
In lovely boudoir up the polish
ed stairway sits a wife whose
evey thought is on fashions fol-
lies. She sits and dreams of
society's conquests, of party and
ball and cotillion. The man be-
low is but machine whose
wheels and cogs and cams and lev
ers move but for the purpose of
grinding out money. These have
the least to be thankful for.
Look at the Thanksgiving morn
ing in the cottage. On every
hand are evidences of the common
comforts of life, secured through
honest toll and sweat. A few
pictures upon the walls, neat cur
tains, ingram carpets, plain but
neat furniture. Sitting before
the fire is the husband and father,
happiness shining upon his face,
for it is day of rest whereon he
may sit amidst his loved ones and
listen to the prattle of happy
childhood. Singing away In the
plain, clean kitchen is the wife,
joyfully preparing the midday
Thanksgiving feast. her little
flock gathering around her and
watching with kindling eyes the
preparations for the coming festi-
val. Often they run in to the
next room to tell papa what ma
ma is making for dinner, and ma
ma smiles through the open door
as she meets the admiring glance !
of the man, whose broad should
ers have bent to the happy task of