The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1914-11-26
THANKSGIVING.
How a Little Girl Got a Holiday
All For Her Very Own.

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- ~ as she was. with her big
~ china blue eyes, that were for
Il IT, ever seeing something to won
der about, and her round. red cheeks,
that always grew redder when any
body spoke to her, and her crinkly.
faxen hair, that never would stay in
place. Such a queer dumping of
Polly! =.
All the same, she liked nice things to
eat as we'll as any one could. and
when once upon time somebody gave
her the measles just in season for
Thanksgiving day she felt dreadful
about it and cried as hard as she knew
how because she couldn't have any
turkey nor pudding nor mince pie for
dinner-nothing at all but oatmeal
Cruel.
But crying didn't help the measles
mite. as, Of course, Polly knew it
wouldn't. But she couldn't have help
ed crying if she wanted to, and she
didn't want to-.
"Most anybody d cried, wouldn't
WONDER" she said day or two after,
when the measles had begun to go
away again. mot to have mite of any
Thanksgiving for dinner-not any pie.
not any cranb'ry sauce, not any-oh,
de-ar!"
"Well, well,' said Polly's mother,
laughing Il guess We'll have to have
another Thanksgiving day right off,"
"Oh, can we?'', cried Polly, brighten
ing up.
"Not unless the governor says so,"
answered her father, with twinkle.
"The governor makes Thanksgiving
days, Polyanthus.''
"Where does he liveT' asked Polly,
with an earnestness that was funny
Everybody laughed.
AT the capital" said Polly's Uncle
Ben Davis. do you know where
that is?''
II guess do" said Polly. and she
asked no more questions.
But what do you guess this funny
Polly did? By and by, when she felt
quite like herself again, she borrowed
pencil and paper and shut herself up
in her own little room and wrote a
letter that looked little queer, its
true, but still made her wishes known:
DeRe Mister GUNNER will you
Please Make Another THANKSGIV-
ING DAY be Caws had THE MEESLES
the Last One. Polly Pinkham.
Then she folded the letter and put it
| in an envelope and sealed it and took
cents out Of her bank for the post
age and ran away as fast as she could
run.
Mr.. Wiley kept the postoftice. and
! if he himself had been behind the
| glass boxes that day I don't believe
| Polly's letter would ever have gone
out of Tinkerville. But Mr.. Willey's
| niece was there. She read the address
| on the envelope Polly handed in, and
her eyes danced, it looked so funny:
Mister GUNNER, at the CAPITLE.
One or two questions brought out the
whole story.
''The governor shall have your let
ter, Polly,"~ roguish Miss Molly said
! as she stamped it and postmarked it.
And so he did. for, not quite a week
later, a letter came in the mail for
Polly-a great white letter with a pic
ture in one corner that made Polly's
! father open his eyes.
"Why, it's the states armsv' said be-
"What under the SUM-
| But l think he suspected. Oh, how
red Polly cheeks were and how her
| small fingers trembled when she tore
open her letter! It was printed so that
| she could read it herself, all but the
| long words:
Dear Miss Polly-Your letter received l
am very sorry you were so ill as not to be
able to eat any Thanksgiving dinner It
was quite too bad. I hereby appoint a
Thursday. Dec. (Which 1 trust may be
kept with due form. Your friend and
wellwisher. ANDREW cOLBURN.
"Oh. oh. oh!' said Polly. hopping on
one foot. will you. mother? oh,
mother, will you? wrote to him my
self. Oh. I'm so glad"'
"Did you ever!' cried Polly's moth
er. "Why. Polly Pinkham" But Pol
ly's father slapped his knee and
laughed.
"Good for Governor Colburn! I'll
vote for him as long as he wants a
vote. And Polly shall have special
Thanksgiving worth telling of. so she
shall!
And so she did have. the very best
she ever remembered.-A. G. Stoddard
in Youths Companion.
Fasting and Feasting.
A fast and feast kent close COM