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The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23

the lonely hearts of many mother
and father Bell.
Is there any balm for these heart
sore parents who feel that life's twi-
light must be spent with folded hands
thinking of the active life that Is over?
Or Is 1t the old story of paying the
price for everything which one attains
in life? I think not. think it's
matter of perverted viewpoint. In the
first place, parents who conclude that
their lifes work is over just because
their children are grown and away
from home, are only writing their own
doom.
Life Is not static. 1t is ever flow
ing. The water goes on over the mill
wheel and he who seeks to hold 1t
back will be able to scoop up only
pail or so and keep 1t until 1t grows
scummy. Many parents are like this.
The waters Of their own lives flow on
deeply and smoothly and when q
stretch Of clear, sparkling, limpld wa
ter, which means phase of living
especially dear to them, comes along,
the parents scoop II up and seek to
hold it, forgetting that the mill is go
ing on just the same.
Parenthood Is an essentially dear
phase of living to most people. Nature
has vital reason for this, but she
does her job too WELL One is inclined
to think that If she had created a man
rt a
he the one job they craved during tine
days of their youth, but would so make
them that they would crave another
job when the children were grown and
going about their own job Of parent
hood, the old dame would have done
better job.
Then, too, It's human trait to re-
member the fair and shining side of
things that are gone, and hence to re-
pine for them.
To go back to the Bell family: Ruth,
the single damsel, gllmpsed her par
ents' mood to the full and discussed
it with her sister like this:
you'd think to hear mother rave
that she was supremely happy when
we were all home, and sometimes II
makes me furious when l distinctly
recall how she fused and worried and
stewed around about one thing and
another-where in the world the money
for our winter underclothes was COM
ing from, how much schoolbooks cost,
what In the world she would do with
Bob's bad temper and Toms lying and
my vanity and your craziness after the
boys. And many a time she made her
moan about how overworked and
thankless her life was. and would the
time never come when she had q
chance to rest and get a little peace p
And that's that II Mother and Fa-
ther Bell live to be eighty they will
look back upon their peaceful, serene
quiet life together now as the best
of their days, and at one hundred they
would regard the days Of eighty as
altogether desirable.
II Thanksgiving does nothing else
for us, may It quicken our vision OF
the glories Of the present.
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BEAUTY OF GRATITUDE
BY FRANK HERBERT SWEET

THANKSGIVING DAY should
L be the keynote Of the year.
No one Is really thankful who
is not really happy.
Praise spoken by the lips is
very faint and hollow unless the
heart re-echoes it.
Thanksgiving is home day.
The young person who accepts
the invitation Of friends for some
form Of merrymaking which
takes one from the family circle
makes mistake. There are
enough days in the year for the
ordinary good times. Save
Thanksgiving for the home folks.
The girl or boy who looks on
thankfulness as hard duty Is
not likely to make much Of a
success Of 1t. The beauty of
gratitude Is that 1t should be
spontaneous, bubbling up in the
heart like spring, not pumped
up to the surface with an effort
that leaves one out of breath.
oe. 1929. Western Newspaper Union.)
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had n OW all alOng-tHat ScIooi
would close on Wednesday night and
they didn't have to come back until
Monday.
And then their watchful, fearful
waiting for the first snowflakes, and
Tom getting out his coaster and paint
ing the runners, and Alice and Ruth
going to the woods for bittersweet and
partridge berries and sprays of ever
green and decorating the mantel and
windows and archways, and then this
day before, when father killed and
dressed the chickens or turkey Ir
duck. And what hurry and hustle
there was of cleaning, baking. foast-
ing and boiling, and how golden tite
big kitchen was with the winter sun
glancing through the naples outside.
and how warm 1t was with the big
oven sending out waves Of warmth
and the odor of baking pie, cake and
cookies.
And then the great day itself--no
need to call her brood that day, for
snow had come in the night and the
boys had risen with the fiery red win
ter sun to try out the sled before
breakfast and had come In all cold
and rosy to gulp down pancakes and
sirup and eggs and bacon.
And then, no matter how great the
feast nor how much remained to be
done, the six OF them were dressed In
Sunday best and the family trailed
down the white street to church. meet
.ng neighbors on the way, smiling,
chatting. asking whether 1t was a tur-
KEY or a chicken hill of fare this time,
growing soberer os they tralled Into
tile little white church and down to
the pew that held the six OF them each
Sabbath. And then the triumphant
Thanksgiving hymns and paeans from
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of a day, and as
such had no faint
est connection
with the yester-
year feast days
which meant one
home, one inter-
est, one working
and playing niche
for all. She and
their father and
their home made
up their llfe's
groove then. To-
day they are max
ing those grooves
for others and
finding their own
therein.
There are thou
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Irxlno to Cover up.

MifIies, whose social bulls are notori-
GUS, found himself at party talking
to melancholy looking man whom
Mifiies did his best to cheer. He In
dicated lady Of more than usual lack
Of beauty and said, Heavens. who do
you suppose that hideous old dame
is?" J.
OF course, the melancholy little
man said, That's my wife,
Miffles had done ii again, but his
kindly heart went laundering on, In
spring him to say. "Cheer up, old
man; you ought to see mine"
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WITH THE
HIGH SCHOOL
CLASSICS
By MARGARET BOYD
20 by Margaret Boyd.)

lS by Margaret boyu.)
q. repentance doesn't altar what's
been going on for sixteen years. .silas
Mariner.
Godfrey had let his daughter 90 un-
claimed for sixteen years. Then he
went to ask for her, said he was sorry
he had not claimed her earlier, and
seemed to think his repentance all
that was needed to undo the past.
Eppie meanwhile had grown up as the
weaver's foster child; had been edu-
Gated in the weaver's beliefs. and had
fallen In love with one of the weaver's
own rank. Silas here points out that
no amount Of repentance can change
what has already been done, what be-
longs to the past
Godfrey overestlmated the value OF
repentance-so do many Of the rest
of us. The value of repentance Is 20
the one who repents, not to those he
has wronged. The repentance OF the
thief on the cross did not in the least
alter the harm he had done during his
robbed, and who had starved because
of his robbery, was not fed by his re-
pentance. The orphan whom he robbed
of the money for his schooling was not
educated by his repentance, nor were
the years and opportunity that were
lost for lack OF that education restored
to the victim by the thiefs repentance.
The maa who lost faith In humanity
because his friend stole from him did
not have his faith restored because the
thief repented. The value of the re-
pentance was to the thief; not to those
Repentance has two merits: 1t offers
promise of better conduct In the future
on the part of the one who repents, and
II establishes the standards of men as
correct.
If men did wrong continually and
never repented OF their wrongdoing,
we should lose faith in our standards
Of conductive should begin TO think
| that what we believed wrong must
| really be right. The fundamental law
4 VI Oul al 10 tiiat NhisN We w
| right we do not wish we had acted diff
! ferently, but that as soon as we do
wrong we begin to wish that we had
acted otherwise. A man never wishes
to undo good deed; but always
! wishes he could undo wicked deed.
That is, we never repent Of doing good,
but always repent of doing evil. This
belief is to mortality what gravltation
is to the physical world. Ii a man does
wrong and never repents of that wrong
doing, we are left with the same feel
ing that we should have IL we threw
a stone up in the air and 1t never re-
turned to the earth. Repentance, there
fore, serves to establish our standards
of right and wrong, just as the return
Ing stone serves to establish the law OF
gravitation.
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In Those Good old DAYS.

IT was in the early days Of sleeping
cars.
Porter" cried a passenger as the
train gave jolt and dragged his last
sheet of bed clothing aside. bring me
corkscrew."
The porter came hurrying along the
aisle.
"Sorry, SIR" he said, respectfully.
"but we don't allow drinking in the
berths."
II don't want to drink" retorted the
passenger. Il merely want to extract
a pillow that has worked its way into
my ear."-Philadelphia Inquirer.
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"For man Is man and master Of his
fate."-ldylls of the King.

This is the spirit that we find set
forth in Henley's "Invictus":
out of the night that covers me.
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
1 thank whatever gods may be
For my unconauerable soul
II matters not how strait the gate.
How charged with punishments the
am master of my fate:
am the captain of my soul
Few men, however, are satisfied to be
masters OF their own fate: they wish
to be masters Of the universe and its
fate as well-as Epictetus puts 1t !:
"When 1t is in our power to take care
of one thing, and to apply to one, we
choose rather to take care of many,
and to Incumber ourselves with many |:
body, property, brother, friend, child
and slave; and by this multiplicity Of
.incumbrances we are burdened and
weighed down. Thus, when the
weather doth not happen to be fair
for sailing, we sit screwing ourselves,
and perpetually looking out. Which
way Is the wind? North. What have
we to do with that2 When will the
west wind blow3 When itself, friend,
or Aeolus pleases; for Jupiter has not
made you dispenser Of the winds, but
Aeolus."
Just as Descartes arrived at his
philosophy of belief through first doubt
ing everything, even mathematics, SO
a man becomes master of his fate
through being able to say sincerely:
! Conduct me. Jove, and thou, o Destiny,
f, Wherever your DEGREES have fixed my
lot.
Or through meaning what many mill
lions say by rote, meaninglessly: "Thy
will be done in earth, as II is In
heaven"
EpIctetus points out Diogenes as an
example of man who was master of
his fate and captain of his soul: mot
because he was Of free parents, for he
was not; but because he was so him.
self, because he had cast away all the
handles Of slavery, nor was there any
way of getting at him, nor anywhere
TO lay hold on him to enslave him.
Everything sat loose upon him, every
thing only just hung on. II you took
hold on his possessions, he would
rather let them 60 than follow you for
them: II on his leg, he lei 90 his leg
II ,his body, he let 60 his body; ae
quaintance. friends, country, just the
same. But he would never have for
saken his true parents the gods. and
! his real country"
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23
Poison Ivy.

Although poison Ivy is one Of the
worst offenders 1t frequently is blamed
for poisoning caused by other plants.
The Department of Agriculture has
list of more than 100 of such plants
that grow in this country, and 1t Is
probable that there are others that
may be poisonous to some persons. Not
all of these plants are equally poison
Gus, and, too, there is great variation
in the susceptibility Of persons.-Scien-
tific American.
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23

the choir, the sermon Of plenty from
the pastor, and the yellow winter sun
streaming through the stained win
dows. The benediction, the moment !
of chat and good will from neighbor
to neighbor, a little herd guided down
the steps where they burst from
church sobriet. into the puppy spirits
demanded by a cold, snappy day.
Home again and the last scramble
for the feast-the girls setting the
table with the best linen, silver and
china, with a bowl of tiny yellow
chrysanthemums from the backyard
bush, the trips down cellar for a can
Of relish: tiny, firm pickles; some
chilli sauce; Strawberries, and the
squash and carrots and turnips and
potatoes and onions each with its part
to play in the feast.
The turkey or duck stuffed with
spicy dressing was cracking away In
the oven, father was out in the garden
exhuming some celery put to bleach
for the occasion a month or so ago,
the boys were cracking nuts and pol
ishing apples-how sweet 1t was to do
her work in her own place for those
who needed and enjoyed this work
how serene and sure and peaceful 1t
all seemed-looking back over those
years all the doubts and torments OF
later years seemed impossible.
How had 1t come abouti What had
life done to her, to them? Her friends,
her neighbors thought that life had
used her kindly. Death had never
knocked at the door of her fold Sick
ness had been almost unknown. In
the eyes Of the world, her children had
turned out Well" Tom was council
man in big city and a prominent
business attorney. He had married IA
nice girl" and no one could ask for
prettier, better hammered grandchil-
dren than this family had given her.
Alice had married physician and
was prominent socially and in club
work. Mother and Father Bell rarely
A picked up Sunday paper without
seeing picture of Mrs. John Gra-
ham, or one or other of the little
Grahams, who were included "among
those prominent in the juvenile set"
Bob was successful merchant and
active in furthering employee welfare
work. Ruth had never married, but
was more than successful as home
decorator. She travelled all she want
ed to, dressed beautifully, maintained
charming apartment, was invited to
the homes of those whom the world
calls "great"-no, there was not one
Of her children who had not done
well" or was anything but credit to
the parents.
And yet, why did mother hunger
so even If her children were all that
she had ever hoped for them? Why
must heartaches and loneliness be the
price to pay for this very success
Why did such sense of bafiied puz
element fill her at the Thanksgiving
table? Why did their coming not sat
isfy? Why did this longing for the
other days persist in seizing her?
She knew the answer Knew that
their very success their very homes
their very children, meant that hei
work was done. 1t was but a visit
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when She sent MN
to the store for
raisins and citron
and almonds and
the smiles of all
of them when the
big rich cake was
put In the old
brown crock.
There was the
day when Ruth
and Bob came
home with their
pieces" to speak
I'm school the day
before Thanksgiv-
ing and joyfully
rev vealed that
teacher" had told
them what they
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selves possessed of plenty-that is,
enough to eat. Indeed, to those who
had endured the perils of the sea In
the Mayfower and the hardships Of
the first winter in the Plymouth col
ony their Thanksgiving dinner was a
rare feast.
Now, of course, everybody in this
country has enough to eat. And II
we had been through the things that
the Pilgrims experienced a plenitude
of. beef stew would seem wonderful.
Providence has helped to preserve
Thanksgiving relativity. 1t prevents
turkeys from being too numerous,
keeps the price of them so high that
they are a holiday luxury and thus re-
minds the ultimate consumer Of his
benefits.
The Pilgrims had plenty Of wild
turkey. venison, ducks, Goldfish and
bass, all obtained at nQn-profiteering
rates. But they had no butter, sugar
or coffee, and their bread was made
of Indian corn. The general dinner.
however, was such a contrast to the
pitifu meals Of the hungry months
that they INDUCED in feasting and
mirth.
A citizen of 1923 would not be happy
If he were transported to the Pilgrim
Thanksgiving dinner Of long ago. He
would remember what his doctor told
him about eating too much meat. He
would find that the duck had not hung
long enough. He would not under
stand why the people were so genu-
inely grateful to the Almighty, for
he had not been with them in the days
when an ear of corn was the only
dinner.
Nor would one of the good old col
onists be happy in the large cities.
What were Indian arrows as COM
pared with flying taxicabs? What
were the stocks beside full dress
collar? What is this pale, rather neu-
trail turkey meat as compared with the
breast of Wild gobbler? "What can
you be thankful forT the Puritan
would ask; 'he who has everything
knows not the goodness of anything
And his neighbor at dinner could only
tell him of the horrifytng item in the
newspapers saying that strawberries
were $3.50 quartz
II is hard. with the grandries OF
the country stuffed to bursting, to
base this Thanksgiving on the old rea
sons. But there are things to bt
grateful for. There are no epidemic'
and there is practically no unemploy
ment; so men have health and the
chance to work. Men are out of the
sloth of the Era of Initiation ant
working harder. The country ignore!
the howls of the bolshevist and TIN
batteries of foreign politicians. II
gets along. With all its faults II Il
still the best part Of this wicked world
Nor will we eat our turkey alone OF
this our own particular holiday. NJ
hungry nation has asked us for hell
and seen M turn away.
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23
LOVING AND GIVING

Thanksgiving is fitting preparation
for the beautiful festival day which
follows so soon--Christmas II is
when child truly feels and expresses
gratitude that he In turn Is ready to
give and do for others. Loving and
giving will make sunshine in our
world. God 30 loved--that He gava~
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23

itching scalp and the dandruff is cor
rected Immediately. Thin, dry, wispy
or fading hair is quickly invigorated,
taking on new strength, color and
youthful beauty. "Danderine" is de-
lightful on the hair; refreshing.
stimulating tonic-not sticky or greasy
Any drug ore-Advertisement.
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23
LAURETTA JOY
in Cleveland Plain Dealer

llr=5=5n ES, father, II went off all
TU9CWVYyn right, but II wasn't like
V&N0N our Thanksgiving when
USIGn the children were home"
Ull@SRS2llD and mother and grand
mother Bell winked back
q sentimental tear There were only
two of them at the supper table with
It's dabs of cold chicken and pork,
cranberry sauce, celery, nuts, cold
squash, and all the orthodox remnants
of the great American feast.
The four children and twelve grand
children had been feastea and feted In
the old home and had gone on their
way rejoicing after 'the girls" had
helped mother "do up the work" The
house where Tom and Bob and Ruth
and Alice had been born, where they
had been fed and kissed and spanked,
where they had scrapped and made
up, and manifested the first sparks OF
the genius within them, was very still
"Yes, mother, 1t wasn't like the old
Thanksgiving. said the man with
most Of the perkiness of youth gone
and they were silent together.
The mother was remembering those
long-ago years when a home full OF
childish joy in Thanksgiving or any
holiday gave IL freshness and vigoi
that had dulled in later years She
remembered the warm house wrapped
inwinter SHOWS bubbling over with the
zestful enthusiasm of childhood. First
of all, there was their keen JOY in the
distant vague preparations for the
holiday. $50 She could see Toms grir
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23

stomach and starts the liver and
bowels acting without gripping. Con-
tains no narcotics or soothing drugs.
Say california" to your druggist and
avoid counterfeitsl Insist upon gen.
uine california Fig Syrup" which
contains ons.-Advertisement
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23
GIRLS! A GLEAMY MASS
OF BEAUTIFUL HAIR
35.cent "Danderine" So Improves Life.
less, Neglected Hair.

An abundance
Of luxuriant hair
full Of CLOS S,
CLEANS and life
shortly follows a
genuine toning up
Of n 81 e C t e d
scalps with de-
pendable DAN
derine."
Falling h q l T,
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MOTHER! GIVE SICK BABY
"CALIFORNlA FIG SYRUP"
Harmless Laxative to Clean Liver
and Bowels of Baby or Child.

Even constipat-
ed, bilious, fever
ish, or sick, collie
Babies and Chill
dren love to take
genuine "Califor-
MIA Fig Syrup"
No other laxative
regulates the ten
der little bowels
Rn nicplv. If.
The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-23

He Thanksgiving idea is con-
trolled by relativity. The
men and women who estab-
-lished this strictly American
festival three centuries ago
were thankful because the
famine threatened by the
summer drought did not
Phillips County herald., 1923-04-12
ANCIENT VILLAGE IN ENGLAND
Interesting Archaeological Discovery
Recently Made in the County
Of Surrey.

Remains of an ancient village, the
first portion of which was discovered
In 1904 when sewage beds were made,
have been found recently during sew
age development work at Wisely, Sur
rey. The date of the village is cOnsid
cred to he from so Il. c. 10 a. ID. 30.
Investigations have been very diff
cult because most of the site of the vii
lage was dug away in 1904. On the
present occasion few hut dwellings
had been found. These consisted of
circular pits, six to seven feet across
and n couple Of feet deep. They were
filed up with sand, hut were quite dis
tinct when seen In section.
They contained minute fragments Of
broken pottery. Unfortunately, the
nature Of the sandy soil was such that
all hone. metal and all wooden imple-
ments had been destroyed. Pottery was
the only thing that could be found.
and II was only in two places that the
pieces OF pottery were large enough to
he OF any archaeological value.
Years ngo. at the foot Of the village,
''dugout' canoe. evidently belonging
to the village, was discovered. That Is
now In WeybridIe museum. Flint I'M
plcments were also found at that time.
Phillips County herald., 1923-04-12
sreadeas.ino Hotel Orders.

Horace Greeley Of the weird hand
writing could never have held the po-
s!iion Of n hotel manager or an assist
ant manager Of one Of our modern
hostclrles. His penmanshlp was too H.
legible The management OF big hotel
departments, from the cold storage TO
the linen departments. Involves the use
OF the iel.autograph 10 a marvellous ex-
tent. Mine jolly host Of the old-tlme
hostelry needs Ia DO an electrical eN.
pert 10 manage things by modern meth
obs. He sits In his Office and the NOV
Ing finger beside him which records his
orders is Il tel-aurograph, which In
scrihes his messages at the same time
In us many departments as he desires
by the pressure Of II finger upon cleo
tric buttons.
Phillips County herald., 1923-04-12
HAD MANY TRIALS IN LIFE
Path Of the inventor Of the Sewing
Machine by No Means
Eed Of Roses.

Elias Howe, the inventor of the sew.
ing machine, was born in Spencer,
Mass, July 0, 1910, and died in Brook
lyn, N. T., October 3, 1867. He lived
with his father, who was both farmer
and miller, till 1896, working upon
the farm and in the mill and attend
Ing the district school during the
winters. He then learned the trade
of machlnlst, and experimental in in
venting sewing machine. The model
was completed and the patent issued
September 10, 1916. A patent was
also taken out in England, but from
this the inventor realized nothing.
After constructing four machines in
the United States he visited England
in 1S47, remaining two years. He re-
turned to Boston entirely destitute,
and resumed his trade for the support
of his family. From this period until
1854 he was involved In expensive
law suits, when the principal infrlng-
ers Of his patents acknowledged his
rights, and arranged to manufacture
sewing machines under licenses from
him. After this he made a large for
tune from his invention. He served
as u private In the Seventeenth Con
necticut volunteers during the Civil
war. He was the recipient Of the Le-
gion Of Honor cross and many medals.