Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-11-27
Lord, we, thy children, small and great,
Beneath thy care, where'er It be,
The while thy grace we supplicate,
Give thanks to thee.
Clinton Scotland.


Besides, am far too modest to boast
of myself.
So l had Gwendolyn read compo-
sition on THE First Thanksgiving" in
which she told all about the hard
ships of the poor Pilgrims who came
over in the Maybell with Lord Balti-
more to Plymouth. and how they sat
down to their first Thanksgiving din
ner Of hominy and Goldfish balls, and
gave thanks because they hadn't been
scalped or burned as witches.
Then Wood had her bind every state
in the Union and tell what time 1t is
in the Scandalous peninsula when it
is six o'clock here. Then she showed
all Of her beautiful sketches and
played several duets on the piano. She
is Mr.. Boguslatchkey's favorite pupil.
and he often tells me that she will be
a perfect tyro when she grows up.
Just then, the "tocsin of the soul, the
dinner bell" rang and we had to
evade the rest Of the program. l was
glad, too. because the Bolivards looked
awfully bored when Woods sister
asked Harold to recite-my, my, how
she does love to show him off!
We had a lovely meal. Nora Ger.
tainly is a fine cook, even if she is
Irish 1 had her mix the mincemeat
with strong tea and cane pepper in.
stead of wicked things like cider and
brandy, and the pies we're delicious.
Everything was. Nora hasn't quit
talking about her fine cooking that
day yet. That's one trouble with the
Irish, they are so boastful! l firmly
believe it is the reason that Julius
Caesar, when he conquered Ireland,
christened 1t "Erin-go-Brag," don't
! you?
Beg pardon? Well, the dinner had
passed off beautifully. Wood had kept
the table in roar-you know what a
delightful bon mot he island had
carved the turkey just like surgeon.
But first l must tell you about Harold.
The little wretch, instead of peeling
his banana into strips and laying them
carefully on the table like Gwendolyn,
turned his skin back and, after eating
the fruit out of it in two bites, threw
1t under the table. He said afterwards
it slipped of his plate. At any rate 1t
fell right at Woods feet.
Poor Wood! He had on some new
shoes without any heels-he didn't
want to buy them in the first place,
but begged him to, because l love
him to be the observed of all observ.
ers and have a moldy form, as my be.
loved Shakespeare would say-and he
wasn't used to them, so that when he
got up to leave the table he slipped
on the peel.
Ours Is an extension table with ball
gearing rollers. and when he grasped
the edge of 1t to save himself from
falling. alas, alas, It parted In thu
middle and all the combustibles Of ths
dim or were participated onto thu
floor and Wood fell backwards on tol
of his chair with the most violent EN-
phasis.
Pc or boy! He had been telling ,
baseball story and had been using sucl
shocking paraphrases as CANNED thu
cushion" "swatted the sphere" "clat
tered across the pan" and "dented thu
platter" Don't you think 1t was
dreadful coincidence that just as h
said Platter" down went the turkey
Oh, dear! l just can't help but fee
someway that perhaps the whole thin
was nemesis on him for using sucl
dreadful, undefiled slang.
, We'll, he paid dearly for 1t. poo
! fellow! I'm afraid It will be week
before his solar system will be entire
| ly renovated. When we disinterre'
, him that day we found that his paral
, lax was dreadfully bruised. and tina
he had a severe attack Of nostalgia
declare I thought his dear nos
, would never. never stop bleeding!
| Yes, we all partook of some injur.
, Mrs Bolivard hasn't spoken to M
since because her new scrape-de-shil
skirt was ruined that is, all but Hal
old and his mother. 1t seems like tn
very ironing of fate that they wer
the only ones present who escapes
, from damage don't YOU think 80?