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THE TURKEY’S LAMENT.
I’m a melancholy turkey—sad am I,
For a reign of awful terror draweth nigh.
How I dread the smell of pie.
And the cakes and tarts piled high,
For I know that I must die
Thanksgiving Day.
What avail my sparkling eyes, just like jet,
Or my slim and stately neck, proudly set?
Though my glossy feathers shine,
' On my flesh will people dine,
\ And pronounce me luscious—fine,
Thanksgiving Day.
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How I wish I had been hatched some other
bird,
Chicken, goose, duck or dove’d be pre
ferred—
Any fowl but what I am,
In this land of “Uncle Sam,”
For I’m slaughtered like a lamb
Thanksgiving Day.
How I sympathize with Marie Antoinette!
How that dark and bloody axe haunts me
yet!
Soon on my neek ’twill descend.
Make of me a sudden end,
Was a sadder verse e’er penned?
Thanksgiving Day.
—Susan Hubbard Martin.
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Woful Thanksgiving, jl
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f— HE fact was we had never
spent “a Thanksgiv
ing” in the country.
And in town the Pil
grims’ holy day has de
generated into an ’Arry
and ’Arriet “blowout.”
It was decided in
family council to hie us in a body to a
country box among the hills, where
we had enjoyed four idyllic summers,
and there keep the hoary old festa as
Yankee pre-Raphaelite aquarelles tell
us it should be observed.
Snow fell two days before the im
portant Thursday. All the better! It
would have been all the best had the.
storm held off until we were actually
• housed and could read “Snow-Bound”
over blazing logs answering roar for
roar, the “grand old harper” smiting
and twanging the oaks and hickories
of the grove.
We took the 9 o’clock train from the
city. It was crowded, mainly with
one sort and condition of men. Each
of them was presumably going to the
old homestead—gray, yellow or white,
backed by the invariable red barn —
“for Thanksgiving.” Some chewed
orange peel to tone down their breaths
to the’decorous prejudices of the old
folks at home, others inhaled bad
cigars in the “smoker,” and brought
the evil incense into our car. At least
two-thirds munched peanuts and
strewed the floor with the shells. One
and all talked loudly and laughed
A red-hot stove at each
end of the car brewed the reek of
whisky, tobacco, orange peel and
roasted peanuts into a nuisance.
It was an accommodation train, halt
ing at every “turn-out” to set down
trippers moved by filial piety or farm
house romance and poetry to maintain
the traditions of the day. At the end
of the fifteenth mi.le we came to a dead
standstill. A coal train had been
wrecked and must be cleared away be
fore we could go on. We were stranded
in the exact centre of an uncomely ex
panse of fields covered with sodden
snow and criss-crossed by blackish
stone fences. Now a farmstead was
visible lor over i mile on all sides of
us; half a dozen mean huts knotted
into a sort of settlement about some
railway coaling sheds, and twenty dis
reputable loafers lounged from them
to inspect the wreck and our train.
The one sort and contlitiou of men af
filiated right speedily with these, and
whereas paterfamilias made divers
® was ’’li’it fast; no answer was
SMVa \ vouchsafed to our knocking; no faint
v /f-j c blue reek arose from chimney. The
J ) children had behaved heroically up to
J this instant. When their father an-
/ nounced darkly that the villains had
Ir never got his dispatch and had taken
' themselves off upon a Thanksgiving
.f spree of their own baby began to sob,
—H s i* ent tears glazed the purpled
cheeks of the eldest girls.
“This is the tassel upon the cap of
abortive excursions invarions direc- the climax!” said their mother in
tions in quest o/ a draught of milk deadly calmness. “We will go to the
and slices of bread for his hungry chil- house and break our way in. Since
dren and a reasonably clean spot where starve we must, we will starve in our
materfamilias might retire for awhile beds, under plenty of blankets. ”
from the growing strife of tongues She took a child by each hand,
dashing against the becalmed train, it paterfamilias reshouldered the weep
was but too evident that mountain ing baby, and we pulled our feet out
dew and Jersey lightning were to be of the congealing snow. A plantation
had for good fellowship and for money, of evergreens hid the turn in the path
All babbled, more or less tipsily, of at which we had our first glimpse of
the day we were celebrating, drinking the cottage. A weak cry Trom the
to it with every imaginable form of children, an astonished snort from
expletive, and some that, until that paterfamilias, a devout ejaculation
unhappy hour were quite unimagin- from the mother, broke into the gusty
able by materfamilias and her terrified air. For royal banners of smoke,
younglings. The average American’s tinted by the glowing west, streamed
one idea of a holiday is license, and from every chimney, each window was
the one idea increased and prevailed stained by scarlet fire-gleams from
as the hours dragged by. within; Frank, our faithful watchdog,
We were halted at 10.30. At 3 the bounded from the poreh with a bay of
rails were free and the celebrants of welcome, and. at the joyous yelp the
the honorable anniversary tumbled front door was flung wide.
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“WE WERE WET UP TO'THE KNEES WITH SNOW WATER AND EXHAUSTED TO
FAINTNESS WHEN WE REACHED THE GARDENER'S LODGE.”
tumultously into their seats, the one
idea uppermost.
All over the broad and teeming
land turkeys had offered their brown j
breasts, reeking with richness, to the
carver’s blade; cranberries had bled
by the million; pumpkin pies
and plum puddings had surfeited the
tens of thousands of sensible people
who had stayed at home and feasted
conventionally. Since our early break
fast we had eaten just one water cracker
apiece; we were lame with long sit
ting, sickened in body by foul air and
in soul by foul language.
What was left of spirit and hope re
vived with each mile left behind us.
Materfamilias told stories to the con
fiding innocents of the sleigh drive
they would have from the station, the
dinner and fire and fun awaiting us at
home. We had managed to get off a
telegram to our caretaking gardener
at II o’clock, ordering him to send to
every train until we came and to keep
the dinner hot.
At 4.30 we alighted at the shabby
little station nearest our idyllic cot
tage. No sleigh was in waiting; not
a living creature was in sight, and the
station was locked. A bitter wind
moaned up and down the valley, and
the unsympathetic sun was hardly a
yard above the hills. Paterfamilias
shouldered the two-year-old baby and
led the forlorn procession “across
lots” of unbroken and stiffening snow.
By the air line we projected for our
selves the walk was a mile long. We
were wet up to the knees with snow
water and exhausted to faintness when
we reached the gardener’s lodge at the
entrance to our grounds.
Our telegram had arrived in good
season; the sleigh had gone to meet us
by the road, and, being a little behind
time, had missed us, who came across
lots. While our trusty retainers made
breathless explanations the odor of
roast turkey was borne to us upon the
flood of warm air pouring through hall
and doorway. Dinner would be on
table by the time we could get our
selves into dry clothes.
Never did another dinner taste so
good; never was wood fire more jolly
than that' in which the children roasted
chestnuts, and beside which pater
familias smoked the cigar of content,
and materfamilias dreamed andmoial
ized. To the home nook, “curtained
and closed and warm,” came the shout
of the wind-god, a very pagean of re
joicing for mishaps overpast and for
the abundant compensations that
crowned the outgoing of our one
eventful Thanksgiving Day.—New
York World.
Funny Stories ol Early Thanksgivines.
' Many funny stories are told of the
early Thanksgiving days, such as the
town of Colchester calmly ignoring the
Governor’s appointed day and observ
ing its own festival a week later, in
order to allow time for the arrival, by
sloop from New York, of a hogshead
of molasses for pies. Another is re
counted of a farmer losing his cask of
Thanksgiving molasses out of his cart
as he reached the top of a steep hill
and of its rolling swiftly down till split
in twain by its fall. His helpless dis
comfiture and his wife’s acidity of tem
per and diet are comically told.
BREAKING THE WISHBONE.
When to Lose the Wish anil Wilts to
Win It.
i DESIRE to warn
you that a charm
ing young widow
who wants tc
break a wish
bone with you is
one of whom you
should beware.
She is very
tantalizing, chic,
clever, and, oh,
so awfully sorrj’
you didn’t get
your wish! The
young widow is
a mind reader
and knows just
what your
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thoughts are while you are holding
the bone and looking down into her
eyes. If you have to look up into a
widow’s eyes, there may be some hope
for you, but when she looks up and
you look down she can read every one
of your thoughts. By the way, there
is only one, only has been one, only
can be one, thought passing through
a man’s mind when he is breaking a
“l AM SO SORRY YOU LOST.”
wishbone with a charming young
widow—possession! She knows it as
plainly as though written indelibly
upon your forehead. That is her
particular forte. And when you break
the bone and find yourself possessed
of the short end she will look up into
your eyes with a look that will cause
your poor back hair to crimp and say,
with that pitying tone of voice never
so well modulated as by a widow:
“I am so sorry you lost!”
No matter what the after result of a
good dinner may bring forth, you can
not help but hie yourself away to
some quiet resort obscure from pry
ing and meddling eyes and bury your
disappointment in books or blues.
But when you break a wishbone with
a sweet young girl it is a very different
thing. Sweet young girl’s hearts were
made to be broken like the wishbone.
You secure a deal of paradise while
breaking bones with a sweet young
girl, whereas you get generally worm
wood and gall when you break bones
with a fair widow. You throw all
your art into the act of breaking a bone
with a young girl, but when you break
a bone with a fair widow you throw
your heart in against her art, and she
beats you nine times out of ten.
The best place to break a bone with
a fair widow is in the corner of a snug
sitting room, with the lights turned
low. A man’s heart fire glows more
vividly upon his cheeks then; also it
is more fun for the widow. She quite
prefers earnestness of purpose and is
ever ready for a tilt of hearts against
arts. You might win a prize in the
lottery of life if you would break a
bone with a fair young girl with your
heart as fixed upon the one purpose—
possession—as it was with the widow.
Did you ever break a bone with a
staid old aunt whose fortune you hoped
to possess? If you lose your wish,
your fortune is made, for she’ll put
you down as a real nice nephew with
out sordid fancies, but if you win she’ll
pierce you with a look and say:
“I expected you wanted me to hur
ry up and die.”
Always make it a point to lose your
wish when breaking a bone with an
expectant aunt who has a fortune.
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A Now Plum Pudding; Recipe.
A Thanksgiving plum pudding rec
ommended by Mrs. Lincoln, as rich
enough, but not too rich .to disturb
the digestion of the children, is made
with crackers. Six butter crackers
are rolled fine and soaked in three
pints of milk. A quarter of a cup of
butter is creamed with one cup cf
sugar, a half-teaspoouful of salt, and
one teaspoonful of mixed spice, to
gether with six well-beaten eggs. This
is all stirred into the milk and a pound
of the best stoned raisins added. It
is putin a deep pudding-dish, well
greased with cold butter and baked
for three hours in a moderate oven.
It should be stirred several times dur
ing the first hour to keep the raisins
from settling. The secret of the bak
ing is that it should be slow. The pud
ding is served with the usual lemon
sauce.
Decorations For the Feast.
The decorations of the Thanksgiving
dinner-table should be seasonable.
The fruits and flowers that belong to
the late autumn are the ones that
should grace the November b<ard.
Chrysanthemums are particularly ap
propriate, and their decorative effect
is excellent.
Real Estate For Sale
The tracts, lots, and parcels of lands
as stated below are for sale, cheap for
cash, or will exchange for available
merchandise at reasonable prices.
The land lots indicated will be sold
with special warranty of title, with
plat and grant, with the original
“beeswax" seal:
No. Dist. Sec. Acres. County.
942 2 3 40 Paulding.
124 7 2 40 Fannin.
90 1 81 Rabun.
118 26 2 40 Gilmer.
57 11 1 40 Union.
137 19 3 40 Paulding.
308 10 1 160 Union.
650 16 2 40 Cobb.
718 16 2 40 Cobb.
719 16 2 40 Cobb.
885 16 2 40 Cobb.
887 16 2 40 Cobb.
915 16 2 40 Cobb.
958 16 2 40 Cobb.
843 16 2 40 Cobb.
646 17 2 40 Cobb.
16 17 2 40 Cobb.
17 17 2 40 Cobb.
86 17 2 40 Cobb.
1090 17 2 40 Cobb.
267 20 2 40 Cobb.
1006 16 2 40 Cobb.
514 15 2 40 Cobb.
567 15 2 40 Cherokee.
584 15 2 40 Cherokee.
585 15 2 40 Cherokee.
638 15 2 40 Cherokee.
639 15 2 40 Cherokee.
640 15 2 40 Cherokee.
641 15 2 40 Cherokee.
642 15 2 40 Cherokee.
255 13 2 160 Cherokee.
102 21 2 40 Cherokee.
101 1 202} Troup.
731 19 3 40 Paulding.
72 3 3 40 Paulding.
501 3 3 40 Paulding.
880 2 3 40 Paulding.
1175 18 3 40 Paulding.
13 13 1 160 Pickens.
246 6 1 160 Chattooga.
708 18 2 40 Polk.
981 21 3 40 Polk.
7 26 3 160 Murray.
1012 12 1 40 Lumpkin.
314 11 1 40 Lumpkin.
697 11 1 40 Lumpkin.
573 5 1 40 Lumpkin.
830 11 1 40 Lumpkin.
148 8 2 160 Fannin.
629 3 4 40 Floyd.
643 18 2 40 Douglass.
8 3 490 Wayne.
95 3 490 Wayne.
96 3 490 Wayne.
151 3 490 W’ayne.
200 3 490 Wayne.
J 173 3 245 Wayne.
160 2 490 Wayne.
J 75 2 245 Charlton.
}x}17516 . 25} Upson.
}x}llll2 25} Taylor.
} 368 28 125 Early.
} 113 16 1 80 Union.
} 175 16 1 80 Union.
815 14 1 40 Forsyth.
398 5 L 40 Dawson.
157 11 202} Henry.
104 19 2 40 Cobb.
901 21 2 74 Cherokee.
Three lots, 50x150 feet eaeh, alto
gether being Nos. 14, 15 and 16, on
Mt. Zion avenue, in the village of Mt.
Zion, Carroll county, Ga.
One lot, No, 114, in block 17, in
Montrose Park, Montrose county Col
orado.
Six acres on Satterfield Ford road,
5 miles from Greenville, in Greenville
county, 8. C.
Three lots at Montreal, on G. C. &
N. railroad, DeKalb county, Ga.
1,100 acres; 700 hammock, 400 up
land, in Screven county, Ga. This is
a fine place, divided by the Georgia
Central railroad, 50 miles from Savan
nah. Railroad station on the place; good
location for country store. Splendid
situation for factory for staves and
cooperage works. Enough good tim
ber on the hammock land to pay for
the place three or four times over.
Investors are invited to examine this
place.
1.149 acres on west bank of Savan
nah river, in Effingham county, Ga.,
grant of 1784, and descent of title to
present owner.
1.150 acres on Satilla river, in Cam
dem county, Ga., grant from state,
and deeds on record for 100 years
back. Good title, by descent to pres
ent owner.
1,150 acres on St. Mary’s river, in
Camden county, Ga. Grant and deeds
on record 100 years back. Good title,
by descent to present owner.
430 acres on west bank of Savannah
river, in Screven county, Ga. Deeds
on record since 1827. Good title, by
descent to present owner.
I desire to sell these lands as soon
as possible, and they must go at low
prices, very low for cash, or on easy
terms and long time with 5 per cent
interest, as purchasers may desire and
prefer. Persons desirous of investing
mijfcey for future profits by enhance
ments should examine these offers at
once. I have other lands, which I
will sell on good terms and low prices.
In writing for information about any
of these lands, refer to them by the
number, district, section and county,
and enclose two stumps, 4 cents, for
.reply. Robert L. Rodgers,
ts Attorney a* Law. Atlanta. Ga.