Newport daily independent., 1913-12-02

to come on Thursday every year, 1n- stead of Hopping all over the week and coming ill turn on Saturday and Sunday, when there would be holiday anyway. For is there anything so tragic as holiday that does not fall on a school day?
 Thursday is just right, for then, you see, the school people reason that there is no use bringing the children back for one day, and they might as we'll have Friday, too. Thanksgiving on Wednesday would be overstepping the mark since they would not allow two extra days, and Friday meant only one day off, Thursday was the one to choose. and looking back now you cannot help wondering how the president ever happened to hit upon such an altogether satisfactory day
 On Wednesday, you will remember, not much work was done, for every body was looking forward to the in tertainment." Perhaps you even spoke piece. If you did your selection was limited, for the poets seem to be kept so busy grinding the mills for Christmas that they have not one lit tie inspiration left for Thanksgiving. But what Thanksgiving poetry there is agrees on one point-a lively vener- ation for the "eats." No matter how the poem starts dinner will be served by the end of the last verse;
 Take that one you recited about Thanksgiving Eve" Sentiment riots in the opening lines. The snow falls gently outdoors, for the scene is not laid in Baltimore, Md, where they usually reserve snow for Christmas treat. We have a touching picture of the little ones creeping silently to bed. you get in a melting good, sort of anticipating that when the youngsters spring vacant crib at you. But no. Listen!
 It was Thanksgiving eve, don't you think The pies were in rows on the pantry shelves,
 And nice things to eat. and nice things to drink,
 Resignedly looked for the morrow to bring
 A miserable end to everything Not that 1t rhymes especially and the last line is painfully ambiguous as to where the miserable end is going to strike, but what matter when the rows of pies and various beverages are safe on the shelf.
 After you had stumbled through this getting purple-red in the face and wondering why all those "fellers" you | could lick with one hand down in the | school yard should look so terrifying assembled before the platform, you beat a precipitous retreat, falling over | hole in the carpet on the way. The next number on the program was "The First Proclamation" done by another boy. The family of that 1 other boy had suffered because of The First Proclamation" for it was to be recited in costume. Now, how should a plain American mother know in what garb Governor Bradford de- livered that first proclamation? Fla ther found a picture of the Pilgrim Father in the history and thought that would do well enough, and grand father said: "Oh, pshaw now; don't ne look like one of them big-hat fel- lers around Pen-Mar?" Finally they
 borrowed a suit that a neighbor's s son had worn when he went as John Alden to mask ball. though it was
 much too large, and Johnny protested violently against wearing it. Just so does simple thing change the course
 of noble life. If the suit had not
 been too large Johnny might have
 been able to take his mind from his appearance and divert it to the lines
 he was to speak, but .error that the
 boys would guy him occupied his
 young brain to the exclusion of all | else