Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-11-25
THANKSGIVING
Summer is gone,
Autumn is here:
This is the harvest
For all the year.


Corn in the crib, oats in the bin,
Wheat is threshed, barley drawn in.
Apples are barreled, nuts laid today;
Frost in the garden, winter is nigh.
Father in Heaven, thank Thee for all,
Winter and Springtime, Summer and
Fall. Selected.
This Thanksgiving song will reach
you the day all of us are supposed 20
publicly give thanks for the mercies
and blessings Of this year, and all
the years of our life.
Many of US have been hard hit
this year We counted on King Cot
ton. and somebody got him by the
throat. He is temporarily down and
out, through the mistakes of his
subject, not of his officers. The
people got panic stricken when the
first blow came and threw him at
the feet of his adVerSarieS.
But there is much to be thankful
for, and we must put on our most
cheerful expression and bless the
Lord for all His mercies.
Corn was threatened in the spring
and the wise ones drew in their
plans and moved cautiously. The
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charge account can now sit at ease
and wait for better times. How
sorry 1 feel for those persuaded to
buy heavily on and at credit prices.
The day Of reckoning has come.
Corn in the crib, hogs in the pen,
Meat still IN the smokehouse and
many hen"
Potatoes are gathered, nuts almost
dry,
Sorghum in barrels, canned goods
oh. my.
Father. in Heaven we thank Thee
Let us not forget Thy merctes to
That is the way the little song
may be changed to suit the condi-
lions of the thrifty.
Last week Miss Kicks and got in
buggy and started out to raise one
hundred dollars for the Red Cross.
1t was not as promising job as 1t
has been, so many of the farmers
have stored their cotton, and real
money in the house is Scarcer than
it has been for years. But we found
every one willing to give. There was
not a home that failed to respond.
That is such a fine spirit; prices
are lower on many things, but when
one can take a pound Of butter and
dozen eggs and get a dollar and a
quarter the family need not cry
about the oppression of the farmer.
know it's awful for cotton to be
so low, but let this slump be a les
son, and let the family supplies be
first on the farm. This is winter
when the improvident must be cared
for. We cannot let people starve,
nor little children need warm clothes,
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to meet the emergencies. If every
one would give only one dollar the
Worlds Mother would never go to
her cupboard and find it bare.
There are pessimists who see only
the Bolsheviki element and declare
the world is getting worse all the
time Did you ever notice a dinner
pot with a nice piece of beef boiling
The careless observer would see the
top only and think there was moth
ing good in that boiling mass. L be-
Iieve that after the dross has been
consumed we can see much gold
come out of the awful consuming
fire. We have so much to be thank
full for whether we sit down to a
table spread abundantly or eat our
frugal meal. There is not one that
cannot say things might be worse.
If we see things that we might
have had in a different shape, let
us take heart and be brave enough
to face the future and bear our bur-
den with patience end sweetness
This country is in a prosperous con-
dition, the calamity howlers to the
contrary Notwithstanding. The debts
we made are hard to adjust perhaps,
but what we get in the future can
be on a better basis.
For health and strength and daily
food let us bless our Heavenly Fa-
Their and forget not to divide with
those he has put here to share our
blessings. God gives every one of