The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1913-11-27
FOR The Things
THAT ARE OURS

entn month, quOtn Every
woman, I'VE are advised by our
respected and respective governors
that We should offer up thanks to God.
They seem to take it for granted that
during the twelve intervening months
we've each been sufficiently blessed to
make a day of thanksgiving quite a
comfortable outlet for the accumulated
gratitude of the year. But I'm begin
ming to WONDER" every woman contin-
ueG refectively, eff we really have got
anything at all? Prices are higher
than that last aviator wcnt-what was
his name? The one that broke the rec
ord just before he died?-and still
reaching for altitude. We can't run
the house much longer if this keeps
on. Used to have good salary in the
family, but it's clean out of date; the
style of 1900 fits too tight for 1912.
Had figured on a lot of real. old-fash
ioned, touching gratitude for that raise
that didn't arrive-but there! Who
feels thankful for chickens that never
broke the shell? Don't feel any en-
Jhusiasm about the lift on shoe leath-
er, either, due to the prosperity of the
automobile industry. We haven't done
much automobile riding lately, and the
Riddles so through their shoes just the
same way we used to back in the
eighties, when round steak was or
20 cents pound. What? You get it
for q? My mans a ROBBERS cents
he charges me. No, we're going to
have chicken this year, one chicken.
instead of turkey. We don't like tur-
key, anyway. Thinking of bills re-
minds ME of the three different spe-
cialties we have had this year for the
children. Used to be you called in
the doctor, with a capital D-kill or
cure, that was the end of it. But, OF
course, we can't take chances with the
babies.
We haven't worked up much steam
yet for the great day, have We? Things
look kind of blue in our family. Yes,
and blue they have looked for some
time since the days of Old Rameses'-
and then some. Perhaps our Pilgrim
forcfathers did a rather daring thing
when they said, Let us set apart
great blessings which he has vOuch-
safed us Perhaps they did the most
daring and the most wonderful of all
things when, near the end of each sue
cessive year of hardship and troublOus
survival, they took in their hands one
0n1don tnil-urnrn nnh1n dow Of
fered it to their God as a precious
thing.
But then they weren't like us, those
Pilgrim men and women. They had
just come into a brand-new country,
and they had to work hard and stick
together and help each other, and nat
urally when they had a fine harvest
and prospect of good food all winter
there was sort of oneness and mu-
tuality to their gratitude that We can't
get in our big, modern civilization
They thought they were grateful to
Ccd, but really they were loving and
thanking each other as much as any
thing. OF course we can't feel that
way. Decduse-well, because!
Il think for just minute I'll be not
my little self, but my big self-I'm go
ing to be the People, the Protean over
self of whom we hear so much and
think so little. ] have been blind for
many thousand years. Blindness is
surely a curse, Yet, 10! of late years
the veil of darkness has been streaked
with light. | am beginning to see
and the wonder of it! True, l find
myself a thing Of shreds and tatters,
but sight alone is needed to remedy
all that. Every day l am learning new
things. There is much that ! can
hardly grasp as yeti have been igno-
rant SO long, and the lessons are vast
ly puzzling. But with what eagerness
] grasp for new knowledge, and how
gladly | attempt each little new expert !
ment! l am equalizing myself. In
my blindness have cast too much