The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1915-11-18
PASS ON THE JOY
OF THANKSGIVING
Making Others Glad Should Be
! Considered One Of the Chief :.
Duties Of the ~
Season.

rs the easiest thing IN the world
to look for trouble and to find it
waiting, grim and terrible. for
your search. It isn't very hard to
count your blessings in q negative
sort Of way, by saying. Eyes. its very
nice, but it could be much 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 band Of sturdy.
venturesome Christian folk were very
thankful indeed and praised their Lord
fervently over handful Of parched
corn and q bit of unleavened bread.
Once year we set apart day. con.
secrated to their memory. and try to
throw aside the customs and complain.
tngs Of the world as we know 1t. We
gather together families Of us-and
eat turkey and plum pudding: we talk
Of commonplace 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; it seems
more than we ever had. As we oher
up our blessings it won't be hard to
remember that across q dividing bit
Of ocean other people are starving to
death, and that ought to make US just
q bit more thankful. As we see our
families sitting around talking com.
monplaces it may help US to think OF
other families in other countries that
are fighting and dying on blood. stained
battlefields. AS we hear the crisp No.
vember wind banging in the trees. we
ought to be mighty thankful that it
isn't the sound Of cannon and bugles
and screams that we're hearing. Oh.
friends Of mine, it won't be very hard
to be thankful this year!
Az was walking down Fourth ave-
nue. . few days ago was thinking,
with my head in the clouds. Of many
things; thinking 80 hard that | did
not notice exactly where my feet were
taking me. It was only when ! STUN
bled against a little boy who was run
ming around corner that came
down to earth with q bump.
"Oh! I'm 50 sorry" l said. did I
hurt you?"
Oats q right, lady" said the little
boy with a dirty Raphael-cherub grin.
II was only running!"
.'Oh!"-he was lingering at my side,
% l felt it necessary to make CONVEX.
sation-"y we're running playing
I something?"
"Huh!" the little boy grunted
beatifically 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
I JOY Of living. A little boy with moth.
ing else to make him happy yet
. number Of us frown and fret in the
midst Of all sorts Of pleasures
twas talking to q chum Of mine not
long ago, and some way our converse
3 ton drifted around to Thanksgiving
time, and our Interpretation Of the
{ day.
.It's all wrong!" said my chum
earnestly, ''all wrong!"
'.Why!" asked curiously. I'm al
ways thankful for my blessings on
Thanksgiving; 90 are most people.
Why IL It all wrong?"
"Well," answered my chum. ION
Thanksgiving day We sit around and
talk and eat principally. I once
asked . little girl what Thanksgiving
Aay meant. and shs said. 'tmkag ard