The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1919-11-29

Ardmore, being modern city, had
a Thanksgiving day Thursday.
/ The day arrived on schedule time.
contcmporaneously with its arrival in
other sections of the nation where
standard time prevails.
The gas supply arrived several hours
later, hence the turkey dinners drove
in fcw hours behind western coast
time. That is such happened in the
majority of well regulated Ardmorc
households.
In some homes the Thanksgiving
turkey arrived per schedule. but those
instances We're isolated and occurred
only where and when the housewives
went forth and baked their turkeys
and stewed their cranberries and
pumpkin pics and celery and olives
and corn pone by the light OF the
moon, during the night before
Thanksgiving morning. at Ardmore.
the sun arose as per usual behind a
bank OF clouds. His face was obsclred
and he shed misty tears all forenoon,
weeping over the compressed gas which
came not forth from the stoves burn.
erS, although the wheels of the gas
meters clicked merrily as the indicat.
ors circled rapidly, piling up the gas
bills NJ the advanced rate. as per. see
recent orders Of the state corporation
commission, Campbell Russell presid.
ing.
As the dinner hour approached. the
gas became more ghastly and the many
ranges i'm Ardmore's many Kitchens
grew colder and colder, until a lot of
them quietly gave up the ghost and
forced the postponcment Of little
Of the dark meat, please, garnished
with bit Of the white meat" until
the Silly hours of mid-afternoon saw
a slight rejuvination of the gas sup
ply.
All Ardmore homes, however. were
not without Thanksgiving dinners.
With an idea that the gas might be
Nil, many of our enterprising citizens
mad stocked their larders with sup
plies of persimmons and 'possum
grapes and pecans, and there was con
sequcnt feastings as the families gath
cred about the cold stoves, cussed the
gas compressors and the coal strike
and, an bundled up i'm furs and ear
muffs, munched the fruits Of the aut
umn forests.
The phones in the city room at the
Ardmoreite were kept busy as the
dinner hour grew nearer and the
turkeys waXed no nearer done"
No sooner had the city editor and
the society and the religious editor
ana the news-editor and the reporters
assured one bunch of gas consumers
that none Of them knew a blessed |
thing about the gas question, than |
some one else, usually some iratc |
housewife, would call in to know why |
the William Henry Harrison Heck we |
were not getting gas.
II noted in Wednesdays Ardmore.
te, said one female voice, angrily. |
that the gas company's compressors
were compressing and that we were
10 have gas want to know what's
he matter want to know Of some.
lne connected with the heating excuse
mas got to your"
81 am not +. c." said another
voice, over the wire, II am a plain
very day House Wife. | have done
ny duty to my country and my coun-
rvs flag. II you don't believe this
statement, just drive out and count
boys and six girls And
now | want that gas company to do
IS part and keep them from freezing
o death. Also, | want the gas concern
md the gas concerns compressor to
inow that | can't raise those future
athers and mothers on compressed air
md thatt hey are all too big, now,
o feed on condensed milk"
II am also a II. W." announced an.
'ther feminine voice, almost before
he star reporter had finished assur.
ng the other woman that he was
leither the gas company, the city ed.
tor or the city manager, land | want
o tell you right now that | am so. ;
ng to burn wood, Double. You Double.
Ih-Dee, WOOD after this Maybe ]
an compress enough of that article 1
n my kitchen stove to have a Thanks.
living turkey Drowned by the Thanks
living dinner hour. You are not the S
as company's keeper, do you say?
Veil, maybe YOU alnt, but believe '
tter that story which went through
he Ardmoreite the day before Thanks t
living, that you should have a guar 5
ian appointed and that the courts
hould name It receiver for that com I
ressed gas"
II want to talk to the Man on the J.
treets or the City Editor or the Book
eeper, or the Circulator, or the Man t
ger or the Janitor, / don't care who" q