Thanksgiving
COMMERCE AND FINANCE.
By Theodore H. Price.
Celebrated originally as an occa
■ioin upon which the American peo
ple appreciatively acknowledged the
generosity of Providence in treat
ing them better than they deserved,
Thanksgiving has become a festival
of optimism at which we recount
the good things we have enjoyed,
Indulge ourselves in the joy of a
bearty meal and congratulate each
gtper upon our prosperity and well
g.
It is questionable whether we have
gained by permitting the devotional
character of the day to become per
functory, but that it has been
changed and materialized no can
did observer will deny, and as we
again join in observing it we may
do well to try and evoke the hu
mility of spirit in which our an
cestors originally established it.
Whether we acknowledge our in
debtedness to a Divine Creator for
for the victories and successes that
have come to ns during the past 12
months, or prefer to attribute them
to immutable laws to which we have
but partially, and, perhaps, uncon
sciously conformed, we are beyond
all question the most favored na
tion on this planet. It may be that
on other planets of the universe
there are other groups of beings
that have a greater capacity for
happiness and greater opportunity
to secure it than the people of the
United States, but In so far as we
can know, our nation is superlative- ,
ly blessed, while those of us who
are alive today are fortunate above
any who have preceded us in that
we have been permitted to witness
the most thrilling episode in the
drama of humanity that yet has
been enacted.
The psychologists tell us that the
emotional reactions of external ex
perience or conditions are largely a
matter of self determination. We
can find comedy in tragedy or
tragedy in comedy if we try, and
those who having come to scoff re
main to pray, do so because they
of their own volition surrender
themselves to the spiritual influ
ences of a spiritual atmosphere.
So let us on this Thanksgiving
day surrender ourselves to the spir
itual traditions of the festival, and
as we reckon our blessings let us
reckon also our responsibilities. We
have political, religious and philo
sophic liberty. Let us not forget that
its possession implies the duty of
securing it for others.
We have comfort and abundance,
and in having them are obligated
to share them with the world.
We have wealth, but only as
trustees for all humanity, living and
to be bo-n
We have education, but only that
we may extend it.
Freely we have received. Freely
we must give. Those who disregard
the obligation that comes with the
endowment will entirely miss the
spirit of the most glorious Thanks
giving day in American history.
A THA NKSGIVING SERM ON \
Prom Kansas City Star.
brethren, I count not myself to
have apprehended: but tins one
thing 1 do, forgetting those things
whieh are behind, and reaching
forth unto those things which aie
before. I press toward tne mark
for the prize of the high calling of
God in Christ Jesus.—Phillippians,
111, 13, 14.
Out of his experience the Apos
tle Paul 2,000 years ago set forth a
philosophy of life that applies to
the most modern of us in this
Thanksgiving season. It is a phil
osophy that is hard for the young to
understand, but which is an open
book to men and women who have
lived—lived through conflict and
through peace; through grief and
through joy; through lajlure and
through success.
It is the philosophy of finding
the durable satisfaction of jife in
struggle, not in achievement; in
pursuing a fleeing goal, not in
reaching the goal.
Paul had won an exalted place
in the early church when he wrote
to the Phillippians. But it was
not the place he had attained that
he stressed in the great passage we
have taken as a text for a little
Thanksgiving sermon. It was the
the struggle he was going through
and that was to continue to his
triumphant death.
The young Christians of Philippi
might naturally have thought:
“Here is our leader. How happy he
must be in the consciousness of
what he has accomplished.
Instead he writes: "I count not
myself to have apprehended: but
this one thing I do....I press to
ward the mark.’*
He was voicing a universal feel
ing as old as humanity, as new as
the latest product of the universit
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Two young people have married
and set up a home. They are in
moderate circumstances. They have
to pinch and economize at every
turn. The baby comes. There is
more economizing, there is anxiety.
They think how happy they would
be if this period of stress were over;
if they had made a success; had
“arrived,” so there would be no
more worry.
As the years pass their cicum
stances improve. But to their sur
prise they find that the goal of hap
piness seems to flee before them—
that is, the sort of happiness which
they expected in youth to at
tain; a kind of table spread with
chocolate creams which they could
eat at their leisure.
Then it dawns on them that
there is a deeper happiness that is
not at the mercy of chance events
Some cf the good things of life may
have been denied them They may
not have oeen able to travel, to see
the world. They may not have n?«d
the means to acquire some of the
luxuries they would have liked, and
that are good. Nevertheless they
know in their hearts that the great
est rewards have been theirs.
Looking back, they discover that
happiness came as they went aiong;
that it was a by-product of tr.eir
living. The real satisfact.on lay
in the struggle of meeting their ob
ligations cheerfully, in achieving
wise parenthood, in being good
neigbors, in doing their work. well.
Hid the way seem hard? Were
the difficulties great? Were the
troubles at times almost over
whelming? In retrospect there was
happiness in the struggle in ?t
Ing the obstacles with heao high
and courage undaunted. There was
happiness in all the perplexities, the
anxieties of life, even in its sor
rows met in a noble spirit. They
see Browning was right when lie
wrote:
Poor vaunt of life indeed,
Were man but formed to ietd
On jcv, or solely seek to find and
feast.
Then, welcome each rebuff
That turns earth’s smoothness
rough,
Each sting that bids nor sit not
stand but go!
Be our joy three parts pain!
Strive, and hold cheap the strain;
Leam, nor account the pang; dare,
never groudge the throe!
Yes. this is a day of Thanksgiving
not merely fo* those who seem to
have succeeded greatly. It is a
day of Thanksgiving to us all—a
Surprised the Bishop.
Foreign Legionnaire. Tampeko.
A British bishop was considerably
upset recently when he received
this note from the vicar of a village
In his diocese:
“My lord—I regret to inform you
of tare death of my wife. Can you
possibly send me a substitute for
the weekend?"
As the amount of dust and water
vapor in the air decreases, the
amount of light diffused from the
surfaces of these particles decreases
so that darkness Increases with
elevation. 1
day of Thanksgiving that we are in
a world where we have a chance to
prove the stuff that is in us; not a
play world, with the cards stacked
in our favor, but a world of real
conflict where we .an do our share; j
where we can have the Joy of ef
fort, of work, of accepting respon
sibilities.
THE THANKSGIVING
IN BOSTON HARBOR
“Praise ye the Lord!" The psalm
today
Still rises on our ears.
Borne from the hills of Boston bay
Through five times fifty years,
When Winthrop's fleet from Yar
mouth crept
Out to the open main.
And through the widening waters
swept,
In Arpil sun and rain
“Pray to the Lord with fervent
lips,”
The leader shouted, "pray.”
And prayer arose from all the ships
As faded Yarmouth bay.
The white-wings folded, anchors
down,
The sea-worn fleet in line.
Fair rose the hills where Boston
town
Should rise from clouds of pine:
Fair was the harbor summit
walled :
And placid by the sea.
“Praise ye the Lord, the leader
called
“Praise ye the Lord,” spake he
“Give thanks to God with fervent
lips
Give thanks to God today.”
The anthem rose from all the
ships
Safe moored in Boston bay.
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The psalm our fathers sang, we
sing,
That psalm of peace and wars,
While o'er our head unfolds its
wing
The flag of forty stars.
And while the nation finds a
tongue
For nobler gifts to pray,
’Twrill ever sing the song they sung
That first Thanksgiving day;
"Praise ye the Lord with fervent
lips.
Praise ye the Lord today.
So rose the song from all the ships,
Safe moored in Boston bay.
Our fathers prayers have changed
the psalms,
As David’s treasures old
Turned on the Temple’s giant arms.
To lily-work of gold.
Ho! vanished ships from Yarmouth’s
tide,
Ho! ships cf Boston bay,
Your prayers have crossed the cen
turies wide,
To this Thanksgiving day!
We praise to God with fervent lips,
We praise the Lord today,
As prayers arose from Yarmouth
ships.
But psalms from Boston bay.
—Hezekiah Butterworth.
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THANKSGIVING
Thanks for the things that I have
not!
If I had gold or gems or land,
The friends who clasp my empty
hand
Might envy then my better lot.
Thanks for the fame I do not want! i
Malevolence ignores the name
, That doss not court the world’s i
acclaim
Nor seek its own deserts to vaunt.
Thanks for the joys that I have
lost,
That dearer grow as time goes by,
For every day the more an I
Aware of what the losing -oust.
Thanks for the love I must resign
When all is over; for I know
That I, v/hen comes my time to
go.
Shall still be glad that It was mine!
W. C. Rodman.
Q What are the latest political
statistics regarding the number of
voters in the United States? C. E.
H.
A. There are 29.615.041 women and
29,774.712 men eligible to vote. Wom
en represent 49.1 per cent, of the
total voting strength of the na
tion.
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England's First Motorist,
From the Pathfinder.
Delving into the ancient records
of 1098 in London developed the
curious fact that the first two li
censes taken out to operate motor
cars there were issued to Ameri
cans. The third was taken out by
an Englishman named Bundy who
is now an engineer on a steam fer
ry. Bundy used to drive a steam
lorry and a steam “wagonette,” but
he doubts his ability to drive a mo
tor car. The two Americans who
preceded him are both now dead.
THANKSGIVING DAT
AT GRANDMA’!
I'm going out to Grandma's,
To spend Thanksgiving day,
And I wouldn't be surprised if X
Should go out there to stay;
I
For grandma never worries
About the etiquet
or how a fellow eats.
And all such stuff as thet.
And if he takes hie chicken
Right up in his hand,
And eats as though he likes it,
Till he knows he could not stand
Another bite without bustin’
She doesn’t seem to care
for the thing she’s thinkin1 mos*
about
Is to see he gets his share.
And when a fellow is so full
That he can scarcely breathe,
She kind o’ smiles and looks M
though
She had something up her sleeve
And when she speaks she does It
In a half apologetic way.
As if the thing she has in mind
She doesn’t like to say.
My son I hate to say it,
But I think you’ve had enough
Of gravy, meat and taters
And all that kind of stuff—
For there’s cake and pie and pud
ding,
There s cookies and ice cream
And another kind of cake they
serve
To make the angels dream.
Yes, I’m going out to grandma's
And if I ever do come back,
My dad will have to buy me
With a great big money sack.
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His Spoiled Children
Thanksgiving did not begin w'ith
the Pilgrims nor will it end with
their descendants. Long before re
corded history men were offering
up hecatombs and singing grateful
songs. There Is no blacker word
in the hymns of praise to their
deities, dictionary of sin than in
gratitude.
This morning that mythical crea
tion, the average American, will
awaken at his habitual hour, recall
that this is Thanksgiving day, re
member the two football tickets he
was fortunate enough to get on the
40 yard line, think of the plump
goose—tsirkey is too high and he
likes goose better anyway—respos
ng in the ice box for the coming
(east, and piously lifts his heart in
silent praise of the giver of all
things. As he turns over for an
extra nap he will give thanks that
today is a holiday—one day when i
he can forget the business of exist
ing and attend tor a few hours to
the business of living.
Yet, strangely enough, the
thoughts which run through his
drowsy head as he begins to count
his blessings one by one are about
his occupation by which he earns
his daily bread. He has had a
good year financially. Everywhere,
almost, are signs of returning pros
perity. The farmers have produced
a surplus of food, the planters a
surplus of clothing. The factories
are busy turning out a surplus of
all the luxuries and necessities of
life. The nation groans under its
surplus of riches as does the
Thanksgiving table under its sur
plus of food which symbolizes it.
The Lord has dealt justly with the
other peoples. He has dealt more
than generously with his spoiled
children of the United States of
America. He has given them a
land dripping with fatness, and
long and loudly have they thanked
him for it—but they have con
verted the feast he spread before
them into a riot of wanton waste.
it is out natural tnat man snouia
think first of his material bless
ings. Fe is a product of millions
of years of bitter struggle for ex
istence. Only today has he learned
how to produce enough food to
insure himself against starvation.
The business cf feeding and pro
tecting his body and rearing off
spring has been almost his sole
occupation from the beginning of
life cn this planet—until now.
The struggle for existence has left
its impress on every fiber of his
body and every thought cf his
mind. He continues to fight for
'ood and clothing end houses ana
.ands, though he and his cannot be
gin to consume all the wealth he
can accumulate. The instincts de
veloped in the caves of his an
cestors urge him to pile dollar on
dollar, and measure his life in
terms cf material wealth, though
the magic of science has solved for
him the problem of maintaining life
by producing feed and shelter in
quantities surpassing man’s wild
est dreams. For the first time in
the 1 fe of man he has had leisure
to live and he finds that hn knows
no+h'rn' euccpt how to exist.
Vet thrre are signs that man is
actually begin ring to learn a lit -
tl» The Lord has not led Irm info
this land Towing with milk and
honey mrrelv to debauch and de
stroy h!m. Each day he is learn
ing a little bettrr how to live with
his fellow man, how to svmpa
n-dco h’m. how to understand
hhn. Each da” he is Naming to
discern a k'ttle more1 clearly the
ptem"! verities. ETh dav he is
ieam'r.g a littl" better how to do
itisTy -n^ to love merer and to
''•’all', hu^fc1” with his find. A few
there wi’1 be today who, forgrt
f— th" morn'm* their material
bVs-'nrc will hft their souls in
"o’emn nro,ce to the creator for
this onper*unitv he has given
thcm to h°ln him mak.p thp ear*h
a hetter. eeter, happier place in
which to hve.
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Q. What was the first colored
comic strip? S. T. T.
A Outcault’s Yellow Kid was the
first comer in this field, appearing
in 1895 His famous Buster Brown
appeared in 1902.
Better Not!
From Life.
Tourist: And how do you like the
government, old man?
Italian Editor: Oh I can’t com
Dlain.
Q. Is Fred Thompson, the motion
picture actor, dead? G. D.
A. There is no truth in the re
port that Fred Thompson has been
killed.
O Why is a censer swung? M.
I. D.
A. A censer containing burning
incense is swung to hasten cornbus
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Tale of Two Tombstone*.
forgotten, two headstones such as
are placed on graves stood In a North
Atchison yard without causing much
comment for years until they stirred
the curiosity of Theodore Arensberg,
relates the Atchison Globe. He In
quired and learned the two tombstones
had been there thirty-five years or
more. They are no monument to the
dead but to a deadbeat. The place
was originally the home of a con
tractor who, at last, despuiring of col
lecting a bill for work done accepted
the two tombstones in payment and,
not knowing what else to do with
them at the time, had them set up
on his front lawn.
Girl at the Top
in Health Test
Millions of boys and
girls nil over the
world, thousands of
them right here in
the West are being
restored to health
and strength by the
purely vegetable ton
ic and laxative known
as California t ig syrup nnu enuorsea
by physicians for over 50 years.
Children need no urging to take it.
They love its rich, fruity flavor.
Nothing can compete with It as a gen
tle, but certain laxative, and it goes
further than this. It gives tone and
strength to the stomach and bowels
so these organs continue to act nor
mally, of their own accord. It stimu
lates tlie appetite, helps digestion.
A Kansas mother, Sirs. Dana All
gire, CIO Monroe St., Topeka, says:
“Bonnie B. is absolutely tlie picture
of health, now, with her ruddy cheeks,
bright eyes and plump but graceful
little body and she stands at the top
in every health test.
Much of the credit for her perfect
condition is due to California Fig
Syrup. We have used it since baby
hood to keep her bowels active dur
ing colds or any children’s ailments
and she has always had an easy time
with them. She always responds to
its gentle urging and Is quickly back
to normal.”
Ask your druggist for California
Fig Syrup and look for the word
“California” on the carton so you’ll
always get the genuine.
She’d Go High.
"Do yoB think Miss Schreechinl will
ever make a hit in opera?”
"Well, if the critics said what they
thought about her l'U bet she'd hit
celling.”
Entire Accord.
Blie—It must be fine to be a poet 1
He—It certainly ought to be fine—
Aue or Imprisonment
Sparrow* War* on Guard.
Throughout a day a Philadelphia
man concerned himself with the wor
ries of two sparrows. He had heard
their cries and upon looking up at
the eaves of his house had seen the
two birds apparently wedged helpless
ly In a hole there. He had no ladder
long enough to reach them, nor did
he cnre to shoot them. f?o he waited
trying to think of a method of rescu
ing them. At sundown he was sur
prised to see the sparrows emerge
from the hole with no difficulty. Then
it dawned upon him thnt he had seen
a large hlnck bird with n long sharp
beak hovering about the house, and
thnt the sparrows were stationed In
the hole to guard their nest from the
Invader.
Pedometer Measurement.
In one form of pedometer un oscil
lating weight affected by the motion
of the body causes the Index to ad
ranee a certain distance nt each step.
In many Instruments nn adjustment
is possible to the length of the step
and so the distunce Is directly meas
ured.
Her Fir»t Thought.
Mr. Peters—“At last we’re ort of
debt.” Mrs. Peters—“Oh, goody 1 Now
I can got credit again.”—Pearson's
Magazine.
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The Girl—Mabel—what’e yours}-*
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