The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1916-12-01

ard, senior student in the Lincoln
County High school, entitled "A
Memorable Thanksgiving Expert
ence," which was read before the
students of the high school this week
Well. Just didn't see how l was
going to spend Thanksgiving You
may think it strange that anyone
should ponder over how to spend
Thanksgiving when there are so
many things to do, but when you're
alone in big city without knowing
anyone its a different thing. You
see Brother Bob and | had Just en-
tered school, and we were not mil
lionaires, although Bob sometimes
planned we should be, it was impos-
sible to go home Hence we were
left to spend that day of thankful
ness in a tiny two-roomed fiat. Well,
what were we to do? AS | was
pondering this question Bob burst
open the door letting in, was about
to say a gust of cold air, but to be
more truthful l shall say distinct
odor of cooking cabbage and onions
The only breezy thing was Bob him
self, who called out, Sis, Oh Sis"
and dashed into the tiny kitchen.
you can't guess the luck, it's per-
fectly ripping. Your Uncle Bob
is surely some smart boy" and he
fairly smothered me with his mighty
embrace
"Oh Bob," l complained do
sit down and be sensible. Now tell
me what's happened"
We'll, it's this way" Bob contin-
ued more calmly. II was standing
down there on the corner sort of
homesick like, you know, watching
all those crowds of hurrying peo-
pie, and somehow l couldn't help
but think how things must be at
home about now, pies, cakes, dough-
nuts, in mothers kitchen, gee" Bob
shifted hungrily. "Well, as | was
| heard two other chaps talking
about Thanksgiving and what they
were going to do. Say but it sound
ed fine and I thought how l would
like to do it myself"
''Do what, Bob?' enquired
eagerly.
Bob jumped suddenly, slapped his
knee and laughed, Thanks for the
Inspiration, Sis. Don't think | will
tell you just yet, sort of make it a
surprise Poor little Sis, just you
wait and see."
With this he went bounding down
the stairs whistling Dixie" you
know that was most popular song
at home the summer before.
Ten o'clock Thanksgiving morn
ing found me dressed for travelling
according to Bob's orders, AS
stood looking out of the window, w
, the street came queer jingling, ont
seated cart, somewhat like we uset
: on the farm, and who should bt
r driving it but Bob. What could HI
! mean to do? But nevertheless
p felt thrill of excitement. AS HI
t bounded up the steps and called 70
: me to hurry out. 'But Bob" | re
monstrated, 1--WE are not going il
r that?"
e "Sure thing; come along, its mos
e lovely riding"
was not sorry to leave our hum
v BILE home for as | stepped into tn
: hall l was greeted by smell c
I various cooking foods and the twans
n ing strains of our next door neigl
IS boris player piano, playing pol
e ular rag.
J. Once seated in the cart, Bob pre-
ceeded to drive us through man
IS long, winding streets, and l soon pc
n ceived that we were leaving the cit
m but never a word could | get fro
i'd him as to where we were going. TT
a houses soon became scattered al
IN at last we passed the smoking mill
xt emerging into long. smoothe cou
he try lane. My. how l enjoyed the Gle
ii pure air, and Bob's boyish chatt
ry as he pointed out various objet
ot that reminded him of home. Do,
nv the country road we drove, betwe
,at cosy little farms, and | am sure
Tia both enjoyed it Intensely.
M Suddenly Bob broke out, eve
Ia little Sis, what do you think of t
of for an, ideal Thanksgiving count
he air, beautiful scenery, lovely c'
M veyance and"
di- A creaking and sagging OF
en- cart cut his sentence short.
horse stopped and Bob leaped to
ground, flinging me the reins.