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The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27
BAMBOO Blooms s'es

Certain species OF bam0 q
onlv once in about fifty-fve go
strangely enough. all the - =
locality flower about the ~.,,s =
Those in Burma began a !: = -
year, and now they are a., : -!
The last time this specie, -
was in 1s5s-sO. They WI ~
and those that spring IRON on ~ T.
born of this towering VIII -, n
places OT,u and will not flower To- -,
1870. They may flower nDt
at other times. but the - =
mature. for the bamboo
| lie itself
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27
CRIME IN sAxoNY DECREASES
eursIarIes Reduced by 70 Per Cent
Since Outbreak Of European
War.

Dresden.-Criminality has dimin
ished to q remarkable degree in Sax
ouy during the war, according to the
police commissioned report In Ores
den the number of frauds has been Ne
duced By 20 per cent and burgiariea
BY 70 Per cent This occurrence d
.a3 attributed 70 The ealing ~ Il tn
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27
orIoln Of Auction Sales.

Auction sales originated in an.
cient Rome, and were introduced to
enable soldiers to dispose Of spells OF
war.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27
Ambulance Was too Small.

New York.-The services Of % men.
an ambulance and an ice truck were
used to remove Mrs. Annie Frey. thir-
ty-three. who weighs nearly i've hun.
dred pounds. from her home to a ward
in Bellevue hospital. She was SUI.
fering from cardio-nephritis.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

It is surely better to pardon TOO
much than to condemn too much
George Eliot
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27
Never Rode on q Train.

Greenwich, Conn.-Mrs. Mary MIL
Ter, ninety-six. is dead here. She never
rode in q trolley car or . railroad
train.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

From the Way They Act.
Everybody has his faults" said
Uncle Eben. but some folks seems
proud of EN-"
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

Pearl Lowe, on trial Ter murder for
the killing o. Ben 0kimph In . room
ing house It BENNINGTON. III, was -
ouitts1 ~ TIE Jury.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

Scores of Chicago parents whose
daughters have been missing this win
ter viewed the body Of young wom-
an, apparently % years old. found In .
Jackson Park lagoon.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

The charred body Of Daniel Black,
A aged farmer. WAS found In the
rulns at his burned cabin. four miles
sonfhwest Of Sspulpa, Oh. Authorities
sonpect Tie firs was ~ tnceadiazy
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

The body of Miss Jessie Traub, ste
nographer, who disappeared Feb. 6,
was found in the Cuyahoga river, at
Cleveland, o. A flatiron was suspend
ed from her neck by a handkerchief.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

Breaking into the home of George
w. Carlaw, at Aberdeen, S. D.. author
tiles found his wife and 16-year-old
daughter murdered. Carlaw has been
missing for some time.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

Mayor Curley of Boston forced
young society women in a classic
dance at woman suffrage benefit to
wear stockings. He said bare feet
and legs were shocking"
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

The Brazilian government is arrang-
ing to float in New York loan OF
s15,000.0O0, offering as guarantee
custom house returns on American
importations.
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-27

United States Senator Lawrence Y.
Sherman of Illinois was Endorsed for
the Republican nomination for presi-
dent of the United States in 1916 by
the Sangamon county Republican Gen.
trail committee.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21
A QUEER THANKSGIVING DAY DINNER

salad and then-the dessertl
 Papa looked at him and laughed 'Jaclzy," he asked, you surely haven'' any room left for pumpkin pie and lee cream, have your"
 "Oh yes, I have, papa" Jacky re- piled instantly. Lots of it-why I'm tuH only up to here!" And he held his hand across the first button on his shirtwaist.
 The pie and ice cream vanished like magic under Jacky's careful attention to them, and he was much disappoint- ed when forbidden a "second helping of either. So, with a sigh, he turned to the nuts and the sweet cider.
 Finally the dinner was over, though 1t did seem to Jacky that his papa and mamma and big sister sat at the table and talked an awful long time while he sighed and wheezed and grew sleepy and sleepier.
 "Just look at him" exclaimed big sister as they pushed back their chairs and started toward the living room. "Why, papa, he's stuffed himself so full he can scarcely walk. He's made a regular little pig out of himself."
 Do you feel i'll, son?" asked Papa.
 "N-n-no,'' Jacky replied slowly. q just feel sleepy
 That's the very last thing you must do, Jacky," said mamma. Put on your hat and coat and walk around the block several times. The fresh air will make you feel better. Why, ,urely you should have known better than to eat more than you wanted lust because it's Thanksgiving! I'm urprised!"
 So Jacky took his walk and then came in again, going straight to his room to read a book.
 And he read for a while, too, but hen his head began to nod-and nod -and-nod-and nod-and-
 He's a regular little pig" cried a .hin, squeaky voice. His sister is right---a regular pig."
 "Yes-yes-and he ought to be eaten himself. and see how it feels" snapped another voice, squashy and. strangely like the sound made when a thick liquid is stirred
 Jacky sat up, every hair on end. From just outside the door came a queer IuSlllHS dS Ol SOliiSeltiiS lilONlhS along with the voices.
 T think he's in here." piped up a snappy, brittle voice. Goodness, I've been baked so thoroughly can hardly talk I wish that Jacky new how 1t feels to be baked in your own skin, SO I dol"
 He didn't get any of me, but I'm
 er him just the same!' exclaimed
 gruff voice. Come on-let's se he's in here."
 scky sprang to his feet, his eyes wide and staring. For there came
 70 the room the queerest procession .uman eyes ever beheld-or, rather, thought they were beholding. In the lead was Turkey brandish- ing a sharp, cruel-looking carving knife. "Ah, a-hav' he cried in the same squeaky voice. as he caught sight of poor Jack who was now backing
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21

 That's him!" exclaimed the squashy voice which, to Jacks amazement he saw came from the Cranberry Sauce Dish. Somehow, it had grown spindly legs and arms and waving aloft a spoon.
 "Yes. we have him now" agreed a snappy, brittle voice which belonged to a Baked Sweet Potato that grinned horribly with two of it's eyes and made nasty face at Jack with it's queer mouth. It, too, had arms and legs and behind it was another. evidently Its twin brother, only larger.
 The last in line was a tiny Cup of Coffee with absurdly long, fat legs and the tiniest of scrawny arms When it spoke, to Jacks amazement, it spoke in a strong, gruff voice. But perhaps that was because it was strong coffee. At any rate, it said: well fix him! He's our meat now!"
 And they all advanced upon him threateningly.
 Jacky backed and backed away un- til he backed into the large screen that stood in one corner of the room.
 "Wh-what's the matter? ?" he asked presently in frightened tones What's the matter!' answered all of the queer visitors in unison. Don't you know-didn't you eat and eat un- til you almost busted? We've are the ghosts of what you ate! And we've come back to haunt you!"
 "Once-once-I was fine, happy fowl" spoke up the Turkey. And I was proud of my bright red berries. so beautiful and dazzling"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21
cA Thanksgiving Entertainment

lng the costumes for the occasion.
 And in our house--what with your Uncle Will, and your two Aunts and me-it was indeed busy time. Of course, Aunt Priscilla couldn't really sing, for she was a little tot then; but she was old enough to understand that the rest of us were going to dress up and take part in something-and she refused to be left out. So, a little Puritan maid costume was also fash toned for her. And she looked just too sweet for anything in it.
 Uncle Will and Aunt Nan and I felt we had better practice our Thanksgiving songs so that when the first rehearsal of all the children was held in the school house we would know the music and the words. So, of an afternoon, we would put on our Puritan costumes and sing-sometimes in the big parlor, and sometimes in the barnyard.
 And always Priscilla would insist upon being with us. Trim and prim and neat, she would stand with us, just staring out with her big, round eyes, and with her finger in her mouth "a quaint little habit she had She would pretend to sing sometimes, though you couldn't have heard her one foot away. But Priscilla was happy and, indeed, I believe she thought she was singing more beauti- fully than any of us.
 Well, the evening of the first re- hearsal came and-Priscilla simply wouldn't be left at home. So Grandpa and Grandma packed us all into the big family carriage and drove to the school house. None of the children wore their costumes, for they, of course, were reserved for the enter tainment itself. For more than an hour we practiced the Thanksgiving songs and, you may be sure, we chill dren enjoyed every moment of it.
 There were two more rehearsals md then came the great evening
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scared, at 6 loss to understand Jacky found himself standing straight up on the floor with his back against the screen.
 But-there was no procession of terrible Turkey, a cruel Cranberry Sauce Dish, sullen Sweet Potato or a caustic Cup of Coffee pressing down 1. upon him. R They had vanished.
 Just then papa came up from the living room, two steps at a time.
 For goodness sake's, what's the matter with you, son?" he asked. "I-I-oh, papa. you d-d-don't see any Turkey and Cranberry Sauce Dish or Sweet Potatoes walking about on legs-do your"
 What" gasped papa "Wh---here, Jacky, wake up! You've been dream ing. And that's what you get for eat ing so much! Come, wake up Sit down with me here on the divan and" papa tried his best to hide smile "and tell me exactly what was after you"
 So Jacky nestled comfortably in his arms and told of the strange process sion which had come in at the door and rushed upon him to seek revenge for the awful havoc Jacky had wrought among them that day at the table.
 Papa threw back his head and iaughed-and laughed. "Uh-huh" he said. Now ] guess you'll be good That's what you get for eating too much Thanksgiving dinner. Overload your stomach, my boy, and you're bound to have, bad dreams. I daresay next Thanksgiving you'll be more care ful, won't you!"
 And that is just what Is worrying little Jack right now!
 He wants to eat his Thanksgiving dinner, you see, and he's looking for ward to it. But he's afraid he won't be able to tell exactly when he's had just the right amount of everything and not too much.
 But papa has promised to help him; so guess Jacky will enjoy his Thanks giving dinner after all
 Any little boy or girl will who doesn't make pig" of himself.
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,FhANkfUL

of Tt" in the right way?
 Watch flock of birds hastening away from the frost to the sunny South, and then think of how many poor souls, for various reasons-ill health, poor homes. insufficient clothing. perhaps lack of foodv-would gladly follow the birds to a warmer land, for winter too often brings desolation and poverty to many. Knowing all this. do you not turn to prayer and thank God that you have been spared such trials?
 Thanksgiving Day should mean even moro than being grateful for our por- tion. Yes. it should be a day of giving to our less fortunate brothers and sisters.
 Had this little girl instead of ex- pecting presents, gone to her we'll stocked toy-closet. selected an armful and carried them around the corner to some poor children who, perhaps. never owned a toy: or emptied her purse to buy chicken for them. who never tasted luxury, her day of Thankssiving would have had a true ring, and her heart would have been uplifted without prayer passing her lips.
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walled the Cranberry Sauce Dish, And In it's misery, it stopped some of itself over onto the floor.
 T, too, was once snug and comfy m the ground" cried the Sweet Po- ato. And his brother followed suit. "As for me-" growled the Cup of Coffee. I've been boiled and boiled until I can't remember what I was. But-never mind Come. comrades, lp and at him. You, Turkey, iab him n his tummy with that carving knife he'll like it! And you, Cranberry Sauce Dish, empty yourself all over ais head-+ won't he be a sight!
 You two Baked Sweet Potatoes. you mash yourselves all over his nose md his mouth so he can't breathe. And I? We'll, I'm going to drop my self down the back of his neck and burn him! Are you all ready? Re- member-remember our watchword--- Death to pigs at Thanksgiving Din hersl Come! Up! At him-''
 
 Jack screamed. "Nol Not" he cried. Keep away. Keep a'
 Then he opened his eyes and daZed
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because you have good things to eat all the year around. Because you have kind Papa who works to give you your comfortable home. Be cause your mother devotes her life to making every day a special occa- sion, Because of all these blessings you should set one day aside to thank God for showering so much on you.'
 The little girl grew thoughtful and said, "I guess you're right, I never thought of it in that way"
 Little friends. have you ever thought
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21

Goodness me, how nervous all of us children were as we waited for our turn on the program. But finally it came and, proud of our costumes, we grouped ourselves on the platform as we had done at rehearsal and MT Sykes, who always played the hymns in church, sat down at his small organ to play. In rehearsal he had vays played a few notes and the ct e nod from him, we all begar re That was the signal, you ' aders for us to sing.
 ''So, as we stood there n the a form on the evening of e snteftaifl- ment, every child WI ang for him to nod. But s 1aenis s0meSne out in the audience ghe1-saa then someone else-an5 u. eqyaed tb. whole audience laughed
 'Of course. most of us child n turned to look and. sec what N the matter; so, when M Sykes did nod, only few began tisSF Fsong and you
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R q ES, Dorothy" said Mamma as EAH she undressed her little daughter 6/ for bed. T am quite certain
 Papa will give you one drum
 Stick on Thanksgiving, but l am ex-
 ,remely doubtful about two-a turkey
 has only two. your-know, and Papa Hikes drum sticks. at least he did Iwhen he was a boy. And that re-
 minds me of one Thanksgiving when
 | was girl. I'll tell you about it
 as your Sleepytime Tale tonight
 So Dorothy snuggled under the Icovers and Mamma took her accus- Y omed chair by the side of the bed. Ut was when I was eight years old, M believe" said Mamma, "and we were Iliving in the country on the same big Harm which Grandpa still has and |Mhere you have often visited. Though many of our neighbors were several miles from the District School house |they all came to a Thanksgiving En- |tertainment there. The whole coun- |Itry round about, in fact, was inter- Tested, for we hadn't many pleasures |lof this sort.
 \ For weeks beforehand everyone
 was preparing for the great entertain
 ment to be given on the evening before
 Thanksgiving. It was planned to have
 what they called 'Ye Olden-Ti
 Thanksgiving and everyone taking part was supposed to dress as did the Pilgrim Fathers who had the first
 Thanksgiving ever held in America the end of the first year after their
 landing on Plymouth Rock.
 "The grown-ups had long speeches and lines to recite, almost like play; i; but the children, too, also had a part in the program. And it is of that I wish to tell you. We were all to be dressed as little Puritan boys and girls and to sing several Thanksgiving
 hymns. In every farm house for miles around where there was so much as one child needles fairly flew in mak-
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21
A Thanks
 ale

F~ A Ml1R JONES was working in Av corner of his farm yard a few
 W days before Thanksgiving and he % listened to the Peacock and the Turkey having this controversy:
 Just look at mo-" said the Peacock strutting grandly about and spread ing his tail with the hundred eyes. Am 1 not handsome bird ?"
 You are that in your eyes," said the Turkey. But I put up a perpet- ual thanksgiving that was not born so vain as you"
 T should think" reioined the Pea cock. pluming himself, that Thanks giving was rather a tender subject with you"
 Not at all" chuekled the interested Farmer, He is a tender subject for thanksgiving" And so saving hs caught up poor Mir Turkey and car ried him off to market
 We'll we'll" said the Peacock to himself. I'm glad that fine feathers don't always make fine birds. accord 1ng to the cook; besides, Pm far too handsome to eat" and spreading his tail again he went off to tell the news to his mate.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21
Copyright, 1915, Garrett Nephirh, Pasadena, Ool
 RACE OF THE HARE AND TURTLE.

Come on Let's have race said the turtle to the hare I believe that can beat you. with length more to spare The hare aonshed that he couldn't keep from laughing He thought of course the turtle fun and only chaing But the tortoise earnest. and they finally agreed To mile upon the road. and make the test of speed Oh indeed the hare announced I run across and win And call around tomorrow night to meet you coming in So with somersault two he started off in stye And in minute less had gone a half a mic Just therer he spot with and tender grass And thought I'll stop and awhile and let the turtle pass I'll even take little sleep while he is going by, And then will overtake him the t,"inkmg of an eye With this he turned aside the juicy clover leaves And for dessert little grain among the barley heaves; Then coziy beneath bush he lay and overslept. While all the time the turtle the course straightforward kept Awakening at last the hare up and rubbed his eyes, And running the goal he found that he had lost the prze
  Remember when you perform brilliant feat That steady application is the hardest thing to beat.
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rh <!
 ig? What had happened? What ere ney laughing at? MT. Sykes enIcg saw that something was wrong and .opped playing, intending to mab ] fresh start. Then someone in tha udience cried out: Look at l ia, Look at Priscilla Jones" st mother exclaimed. Isn't she just
 weet for anything!'
 ow Priscilla had taken her place
 ] in front of the very front row
 hildren, so that all might see her.
 there she was-standing with her
 CT in her mouth, the very picture
 embarrassment No wonder the ,ple laughed. I did. too, the mo- snt caught sight of her face!
 When Uncle Will and Aunt Nan i'd I had been rehearsing at home. ou see, we had not noticed Priscilla. lse we would have told her not to put fer finger in her mouth in that truly funny way. And dear little Priscilla hadn't the slightest idea that she was making the audience laugh. Of course. [ leaned over and whispered to Pris- cilla to take her finger out of her mouth; and we started again and-so the people said afterwards-sang beautifully But Priscilla almost broke up the entertainment"
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sage uIeSSlIlS duu SWSCI PQhe1- km toes and, oh, just everything one generally has with a Thanksgiving dinner And yet-would you believe n?-he isn't looking forward to dinner this coming Thanksgiving Day exactly with pleasure.
 For his mind isn't quite at ease as 10 just what will happen when he sits down at the table without thereby hangs a tale which explains in large measure what is worrying Jacky.
 Now, to understand, we must go all the way back to Thanksgiving dinner Tn Jacks house last year. What a fine dinner it was, to be sure! Why, when papa barely touched the blade of his the huge, fat, juicy turkey, it fairly popped open. And the dressing was the sort which, covered with heaps of gravy, tastes almost as good as the turkey itself.
 Then, there was the cranberry sauce-not too tart, nor yet too sweet. And the baked sweet potatoes and the mashed white potatoes, to say nothing of such "trimmin's" as celery, stand, ng up like crisp soldiers, and olives and salted almonds and asparagus tips md lettuce and tomato salad AND pumpkin pie and ice cream and cider Lnd nuts and peppermint candy! t Whew! How little Jacky did eat!l Gracious, mammal papa exclaimed aughingly when Jack passed his plate he third time for more turkey, that ooy'1l burst-really he's eating too, much. Now, sir, this is the last piece Tou're going to have!'
 Denied turkey, Jacky kept on va hantly with the "dressin' and pota- .oes and celery-indeed he seemed to ind particular pleasure in scrunching the crisp, crackly celery between his sharp white teeth. Then came the
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21

Cause we have the grandest feast On Thanksgiving Day at least. Cake and turkey, cream and pie, Most enough to reach the sky. Willie's having so much fun That he's really having none. Cause there isn't any doubt Folks have got to live without So much cake and pie and ice When they get 'em-Oh how nice
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21

N NOU who have all the delights of AF winter to look forward to should
 y be thankful for these and the Aa@ many blessings that have always fallen to your lot.
 Is it not pretty thought, to have day of thanksgiving
 A little girl once said; ''I don't sec anything to be thankful for on Thanks giving Day. 1 don't get single pres snt. There's nothing special about his day cept turkey dinner. and WE have good things to eat all the other days of the year"
 Then her teacher answered.: Tt Is
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21
HOW HE FELL,

Small Boy fell down in the school yard, and ran crying to Teacher.
 Dear. dear, that's too bad. How did you fall?'' Not withstanding," sobbed the boy.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21

NO USIN WILLIE'S very swell ~ Living in fine hotel;
 I hey have cake and turkey, too. Every evenng-deed they do. FPon my honest injn word That's the worstest thing I've heard |All year long from May till May Every days Thanksgiving Day! We are poor as poor can be But I'm thankful. goodness me.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21

klVlnS lccdSt. Oct II yOu CdH HnQ the together the black pieces.
 THANKSGIVING DELICACIES.
 In the following sentences are hid den delicacies of the Thanksgiving feast:
 l. When Eric ran. berries were scat tered everywhere.
 2. When the child fell asleep, I en- deavored to finish my letter.
 :. The boys tersely inquired as to tho terms of the contract.
 {. After a wrangle with the cook, established myself very comfortably in the living-room.
 5. The sounds were similar to the hooting of owls.
 6. Although as speller he was known to excel, erysipelas was the word which caused him to fail
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-21
DECIMAL PU E1,

DECIMAL PUEXr I am the keynote of Iha s0lvi 1. One-sixth of me is nd i name of parent. 2. One-fourth will ec und joint of the leg. s3. Another fourth will an being sad.
 4. While third if iu ane gives evidence or te
 ---
 Ansi , THANKSGIVING Gf tC&CfE |. Cranberries. 2. P 9N {. Cookies. 5. ForlS. ra DECIMAL PUZIDE kfft 1. Father. 2. Ankls. g. eR Witness. &
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q ES, Dorothy" said Mamma as
 v she undressed her little daughter for bed. "I am quite certain PaDa will give you one 'drum-