Cayton's weekly. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1916-1921, 1920-11-20
THE PASSING THRONG

The PASSING THRONG
Next Thursday is the day, when Turkey
is to pay, for having lived so long and
never sung a song. He II have to sacrifice
his life to satisfy his wife, and then she I'll
summon Mr.. Reece to take his body into
Greece, where on a vacant lot there stands
a boiling pot and in it he must roll because
he has no soul, and stay until he's done, and
then begins the fun. The family will be
called, into the dining hall, and after gather.
ing round his bier they all will drop tear
and then that gobbling, gobbling turk will
for them furnish pleasing work. Your Uncle
Sam the Turk doth love- because he is no
turtle dove and once a year he gets his
goat and rObs him Of his feathery coat and
chews his body, head and neck until he is
total wreck. He loves to feast on Turkeys
gore and talk about the days of yore, when
the founders of this land, caught turkeys in
a band, which roamed the wilds at will. lust
following up their turkey bills. But the turk
of which | write and on Thanksgiving take
bite, is not the European Turk that makes
Armenia feel his durk. but it is the national
bird that roams the hill in turkey herds and
each year dies for us to thank the Master
for our well filled bank
When ''I' read of my death in a weekly
paper last Saturday smiled and l was re-
minded of story that l once heard: About
a small village. where booze fighting was
of rare occurrence, lived seedy individual
who spent the most of his time as well as
his money in an indugent drink dispensarv
but once he became fully thanked up with
unsteady though determined step he slowly
but surely wendell his way through the
winding paths Of the neighboring forests
and after reaching the deep lowering foliage
OF the clustering brush with their laby-
rlnths Of clinging vines he would PROSTATE
himself upon the inviting terra frma and
then quietly sink into long slumbering
dream. On one occasion after he had gone
through with the above routine number
OF the boy fun-makers of the community
planned to have a bit Of fun at his expense
and so while he slept they built great
bon fire around him and patiently awaited
his awakening. Their vigil sooner or later
was crowned with success and when activity
against took form in the body of the toper
he east about him and observed the great en-.
circling fire, but instead of trying to flee for
his life, he sat up for moment and then
was heard to say, dead and in hell lust
as | expected, and then lay himself down
AGAIN perfectly resigned to his fate For the
benefit of DR.. MAXWELL Mr. Mitchell and
the Weakly editor I realized that I am
journalistically speaking. about in the same
condition as was the old topper Only [ do
not expect to resign myself to the fate.
Like an aged colored man down in Arkan-
sas who had never visited town that had
to exceed three stores. and who stood one
day watching the sights at one store
country town. among the many other curl
Gus things observed travelling salesman
trying to purchase some cheese and crackers
for makeshift dinner but was unable to
do so because the merchant could not change
twenty dollar bill, which was offered in
payment Of the viands. Perplexed over
the awkward situation the travelling sales
man approached the colored brother with
ncle, can you change twenty for me? %
The ebony hued diplomat blushingly looked
at his interrogation for moment and then
broad, bland and childlike smile spread
over his countenance and he replied 'Deed
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