The Washburn leader., 1914-11-20
P0LLY'S THANKSGIVING
How a Little Girl Got a Holiday
All For Her Very Own.

- UCH funny little roIy poly Pol.
- IL IA she was. with her big
~ china blue eyes. that were for
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 u queer dumping of q
Polly!
All the same. she liked nice things to
eat as we'll rs any one could. and
when once upon time somebody gave
her the measles just in season for
Thanksgiving day she felt dreadful
i about 1t and cried as hard as she knew
how because she couldn't nave any
turkey nor pudding nor mince pie for
dinner-nOthing ut all but oatmeal
Cruel.
But crying didn't help the measles
mite. a.. Of course. Polly knew It
! wouldn't But she couldn't have help
ed crying IL 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 60
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. WE'LL" said Polly's mother.
laughing. II guess we'll have to have
another Thanksgiving day right or
"Oh, can weY" cried Polly. brighten
ing up.
mot unless the governor says so"
answered her father, with a twinkle.
The governor makes Thanksgiving
days. Polyanthus."
"Where does he liver asked Polly.
with san earnestness that was funny.
Everybody laughed
'At the capital" said Poily's Uncle
Ben Davis. do you know where
that ts?''
Il guess I 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
letter that looked a little queer. It's
true. hut 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 1t
in an envelope and sealed 1t and took
q o,,te >u< ~ hor no ,,l> Por tho vost.
age and ran away as fast as she could
run.
Mr.. Wiley kept the postoface. and
If he himself had been behind the
glass boxes that day 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 cAP1TLE.
One or two questions brought out the
whole story.
"The governor shall have your let
ter Polly" roguisb Miss Molly said
as she stamped it and postmarked 1t.
And SO be did. for. not quite week
later. letter came In the mail for
Polly-a great white letter with pic
ture in one corner that made P0lly's
father open his eyes.
"Why. it's the states arms!" said he
What under the SUM-
But think he suspected. oh. how
red Polly cheeks were and how her
small fingers trembled when she tore
open her letter! 1t was printed 10 that
she could read 1t her*elf. all hut the
long words:
Dear Miss Polly-Your letter received.
am very sorry you were 10 Ill ~ not to be
able to eat any Thanksgiving dinner II
was quite too bad. hereby appoint
special Thanksgiving day TOR you-next
kept with due form. Your friend and
wellwishsr. ANDREW coLRURN.
''Oh. oh. oh!' said Polly. hopping on
one foot. "will you. mother? Oh
mother. will you? wrOte to him ms
self. Oh. rm 20 glad"
"Did you ever!' cried Polly's moth
er. why. Polly Pinkhamr' But Poi.
iy's father slapped his knee and
laughed.
"Good for Governor Colburn! rn
vote for him az long as he wants Z
vote: And Polly shall have q special
Thanksgiving worth telling Of. 30 she
shall!'
And 30 she did have. the very best
abe ever remembered.-A.C @. Stoddard
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