The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-11-19
PASS ON the JOY
OF THANKSGIVING
Making Others Glad Should Be
Considered One OF the Chief
Duties of the
Season.
IT'S the easiest thing in the world
TO look for trouble and TO find II

IT'S the easiest thing In the world
to look for trouble and to find II
waiting, grim and terrible. for
your search II isn't very hard To
count your blessings in "a negative
sort OF way, by saying. yes. it's very
nice. but IL could be inuch nicer" It's
quite the usual thing TO hear folk com.
plain and complaining Is heard more
often than praise and thankfulness.
Yet-so they tell us "A little over three
hundred years ago a band OF sturdy.
venturesome Christian folk were very
thankful indeed and praised their Lord
feryently over a handful OF parched
corn and "A Bit OF unleavened bread.
Once a year we set apart n day. con
secrated TO their memory, and try TO
throw aside the customs and complain
ings OF the world as we know IT, We
gather ogether-families OF us--and
eat turkey and plum pudding; we talk
OF commonplaces and sometimes we
feel bored and tired. Yet we are sup.
posed TO be celebrating.
We have bushels of things TO be
glad for this year-hundreds; II seems
more than we ever had. As we offer
up our blessings 10 won't be hard 20
remember that across dividing bit
of ocean other people are starving 10
death, and that ought TO make us just
a bit more thankful. AS we see our
families sitting around talking com.
mn alf.a l.aI. 4. ts.lg Of
other families in other countries that
are fighting and dying on blood-stained
battleflelds. AS we hear the crisp No
vember wind banging In the trees, we
ought to be mighty thankful that II
isn't the sound OF cannon and bugles
and screams that we're hearing oh.
friends OF mine. 1t won't be very hard
to be thankful this year!
As was walking down Fourth ave.
nue. few days ago was thinking,
with my head In the clouds. OF many
things; thinking so hard that did
not notice exactly where my feet were
taking me. II was only when / STUN
bled against a little boy who was run.
ming around a corner that | came
down TO earth with bump.
oh I'm so sorry" | said. did
hurt you?"
Oats a right, lady" said the little
boy with a dirtv Raphael-cherub grin.
81 was only running!"
"oh!"-he was lingering at my side.
30 I felt n necessary TO make conver-
sation-"you were running-playing
something?"
HUH" the little boy grunted
beatifcally as he pulled up one ragged
stocking. "oh, no; ! was JUS running
fer fun"
His little face crinkled with smiles
again and he trotted on out Of my
sight.
Just running for fun. for the pure
Joy OF living. a little boy with moth.
ing else to make him happy-and yet |
a number OF US frown and fret In the |
midst Of all sorts OF pleasures.
was talking TO a chum OF mlne not |
long ago. and some way our conyersa-
tion drifted~ around to Thanksgiving |
time, and our Interpretation Of the I
day.
TITS al wrong" said my chum
earnestly. "all wrongl"
"Why?" I asked curiously I'm al
ways thankful for my blessings on
so are most people
Why is IL all wrong?"
We'll" answered my chum. ION
day we sit around and
talk and eat-principally. once
asked little girl what Thanksgiving
day meant. and she said turkey and