The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1914-11-27
PoLLrS THANKSGIVING
How a Little Girl Got a Holiday
All For Her Very Own.

ever seeing something to won
der about, and her round. red cheeks.
that always grew redder when any
body spo' to her. and her crinkly
fiaxen hair. that never would stay in
place. Such queer dumping OF
Polly.
All the same. she liked nice things To
eat as well as any one could; and
when once upon Il 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 nave any
turkey nor pudding nor mince pie for
dinner-nothing ut all but oatmeal
cruel.
But crying didn't help the measles Il
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 20
away again, mot to have a mite of any
Thanksgiving for dinner-not any pie.
not any cranb'ry sauce, not any-oh.
dear"
-"Well. well.'' said Polly's mother.
laughing. IL guess we'll have to have
another Thanksgiving day right off"
"Oh. can WEI" cried Polly. brighten
ing up.
Not unless the governor says SO.
20 u,if a lA
The governor makes Thanksgiving
days. Polyanthus.''
where does he live?' 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?"
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 II
true. hut still made her wishes known:
DeRe Mister GUNNER will you
Please Make AnoTHeR THANKSGIV-
ING DAY be Caws l had THE MEESI.E
( the Last One. Polly Pinkham.
Then she folded the letter and put il
i'm an envelope and sealed it and took
2 cents out of her bank for the post
age and ran away as fast as she could
run.
Mr.. Wiley kept the postoffice. 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 CAPITLE.
One or two questions brought ont the
whole story.
THE governor shall have your let
ter. Polly" roguish Miss Molly said
as. she stamped it and postmaEked it.
And so he did. for. not quite Il week
later. Il letter came in the mail 70?
Polly-a great white letter with Il pie.
ture in one corner that made POlly'>
father open his eyes.
"Why. it's the states arms said he
What under the sun
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 so that
she could read it herself. all but the
long words:
Dear Miss Polly-Your letter received. /
am very sorry you were so i'll as not TO be
able TO eat any Thanksgiving dinner. II
was quite too bad. l hereby appoint a
special Thanksgiving day for you-next
Thursday. Dec (Which | trust may be
kept with due form. Your friend and
welwisher. ANDREW COLBURN.
ooh. oh. OH" said Polly. hopping on
one foot. Twill you. mother? Oh
mother. will you? wrote to him my
self. Oh. I'm so glad"
Ibid you ever.' cried Polly's moth
err. why. Polly Pinkham" But Pol
ly's father slapped his knee and
laughed
Good for Governor Colburn. III
vote for him as long as he wants a
vote. And Polly shall have a special
Thanksgiving worth telling Of, so she
shallv'
And so she did have. the very best
she ever remembered.-A. G. Stoddard
In Youths Companion.