Belletonte, Pa., November 24, 1916.
MAKING OTHERS THANKFUL.
Said Old Gentleman Gay, “On a Thanks-
giving Day,
If you want a good time, then give some-
thing away.”
So he sent a fat turkey to shoemaker
Price,
And the shoemaker said: ‘What a big
bird! How nice!
And since such a good dinner’s before me
I ought
To give Widow Lee
bought.”
“This fine chicken--oh, see!” said the pleas-
ed Widow Lee,
the kindness
precious to me!
I would like to make some one as happy
as Ii
I'll give Washwoman Biddy my big pump-
kin pie.”
“And oh, sure,” Biddie said,
queen of all pies!
Just to look at its yellow face gladdens my
eyes!
Now it’s my turn,
ginger cake
For the motherless Finigan children I'll
bake.”
Said the Finigan children—Rose,
and Hugh—
“Jt smells sweet of spice; and we'll carry
a slice
To poor little lame Jake, who has nothing
that’s nice.”
“Oh, thank you! and thank you!” said
little lame Jake;
“What a bootiful, bootiful, bootiful ‘cake!
And, such a big slice! I will save all these
crumbs
And will give them to each little sparrow
that comes.”
And the sparrows they twittered,
they would say,
Like Old Gentleman Gay, “On a Thanks-
giving Day,
If you want a good time, then give some-
thing away.”
the small chicken I
“And that sent it—how
“tis the
I think; and a sweet
Denny
as if
—Selected.
When Our Town
Becomes A Community.
The Chautauqua Reading Hour.
DR. WILLIAM BYRON FORBUSH, Editor.
When the first cave-man got too old
to enjoy fighting with his neighbors,
while yet his neighbors were young
enough to enjoy fighting with him,
we can imagine him saying to his
brothers and his sons and his grand-
sons: “Come, vou take this cave and
vou take that one, and the rest of you
take others, and let us build a fence
around us all, so that we can sleep
nights with only one watchman, and
be safe.”
Thus began the first community. Its
bond of union was fear.
Today we live in towns, not for
necessity, and net entirely for safety.
We live there for convenience, for
business interest, for economy.
But none of these constitute a town,
a community. In a town that has
nothing but these men may remain
as suspicious of each other as up in
that Connecticut village where they
say every man counts his fingers after
he shakes hands to be sure he gets
them all back. In such a town the
attitude of mind is often expressed in
the familiar saving among farmers
when they are asked by travellers for
hospitality: “We ain’t fixed to enter-
tain strangers.”
A Communtiy is Made by Fellowship.
Is our town “fixed to entertain
strangers”? Do we live in union or
in suspicion? Is our town yet a com-
munity ?
The ancient community-bond was
fear. The modern community-bond is
fellowship. As soon as the people of
a town begin to do things together
they begin to be a community.
The American City speaks of Os-
seo, Wisconsin, as “a village that
graduated into the community class.”
It is interesting to know how it was
done. The village has only 900 peo-
ple, about sixty per cent Scandinavian
in origin. Because there is no other
village within eleven miles it has
twenty-five per cent more trade than
an ordinary town of its size, and un-
til recently it appeared to be living
for the dollar. There were the usual
number of churches, lodges, women’s
clubs, but none of them seemed to
have caught the community viewpoint.
Rather, each tended to create and
maintain its own special function.
But vaguely and then definitely the
people began to feel that something
was wrong. “Let’s get together,” a
few of them said, just who either has
been forgotten, or else they were too
modest to say.
How the Community Began.
Three years ago they had a com-
munity institute, a specialized Chau-
tauqua, and they have had one every
year ever since. Some mourners were
there and some in the seat of the
scornful, at first, but not now. They
organized a neighborhood Civic Club,
school house, and when the club
found how uncomfortable and unsafe
the building was for their own meet-
ings they realized how unfit it was
for their children. True, one man who
had just built an up-to-date hog-house
complained because they were going
to raise his taxes, but by this time
most of the people began to think it
was as necessary to house their chil-
dren well as their hogs.
The club bought itself a motion-
picture machine, secured reels and
slides free of charge from the univer-
sity, and showed them ne-rly every
week without admission fee to the
children and those of the parents who
cared to come. As the farmers could
not come into town evenings, the ma-
chine was fitted for gas and taken to
the country schoolhouses. It was de-
lightful to see these little buildings
full of people, many standing, and
among them eager young mothers
with sleeping babies in their arms.
For those just outside the village a
small room was prepared, with volun-
teer attendants present, to take care
of the children while their parents
were attending the club meetings.
They had a town Hallowe’en party,
{ a community Christmas tree, a “hard
time party,” with old clothes, an old-
fashioned spelling match and a candy
pull. People in Osseo have learned
how to throw off their old reserve,
and as one says who knows the town:
“People are carrying their ‘hammers’
as concealed weapons now, and
‘knocking’ is no longer the never-fail-
ing source of amusement.”
They made their mistakes. One
was to try to raise funds to support
these improvements by a level sub-
seription of two dollars apiece. Not
all could afford to pay as much, and
those who couldn’t but wanted to,
were sensitive. So now they raise the
money by indirect taxation, through
plays and entertainments. Another
mistake was to bar children from the
club meetings. This kept many adults
at home. Now many interested voung
people attend the club, while the little
ones are entertained in the rest room.
A Beginning With Hens.
In Chemung county, New York, the
farmers and business men were at
odds with each other. The town board
of trade and the rural grange were not
on speaking terms. Then Rufus Stan-
ley began to organize Poultry Clubs
among the boys and girls of town and
country alike. Pretty soon they had
a joint exhibit in town, which was
presided over by the Professor of hens
at Cornell University. Town fathers
and farm fathers met here together.
It was not long before the Board of
Trade invited the grangers to a din-
ner, and now both organizations are
united in making Cheniung county one
of the notable centers on the hen-map
of this country.
The Laurel Hill Society of Stock-
bridge, which has already been noted
as the parent village improvement so-
ciety, began its work by trying to get
the lawns next to the streets mowed,
by offering prizes for the most attrac-
tive house-front, and by encouraging
every child in the village to plant a
tree. Today Stockbridge is the parlor
town of America
In Columbia City, Indiana, the most
immediate need seemed to be that
of a rest room in the town for the
wives of farmers coming in to trade
from the country. Very sensibly the
local library assecciation decided that,
instead of reserving its rooms for
chilly silence, they should be offered
to the use of all. The result is that
rocking chairs were put among the
library shelves, and instead of adopt-
ing some otscure “decimal system” of
classification that nobody but the li-
brarian could understand, the most in-
teresting books were put on the front
shelves and the unused books were
relegated to the rear of the room. The
library has now an unusual circula-
tion, and everybody is at home in it.
In Kennett, Pa., the people first
learned community spirit through
their summer Chautauqua. After they
had been together for a week in the
tent, they said, “Why can’t we get to-
gether every week?” And so they
started a community evening service,
closing the separate churches and all
coming together in one place to wor-
ship.
In each of these movements the
watchword was “Together.” When
we adopt that watchword our town
becomes a community.
—Put your ad. in the WATCHMAN.
Why Bobbie was Glad.
Teacher—“This makes four times
I’ve had to punish you this week, Bob-
bie. What have vou to say to that?”
Bobbie—“I'm glad it’s Friday,
teacher.”—Judge
——They are all good enough, but the
WATCHMAN is always the best.
‘| City, N. Y., for full information.
THE PRESIDENTIAL RACE.
The following bit of verse is enter-
taining, if not a rhetorical master-
piece. It was written by S. W.
George, a blind newsie who sells
papers on the streets of Spokane,
Wash., and sent to the “Watchman”
for publication by J. P. Boileau.
They had a race the other day,
Between the Elephant and the Jack.
The stakes were the presidency
And the right to boss the track.
Hughes was mounted on the elephant,
Enterad by the G. O. P.
They made him a hot faverite,
I think ’twas two to three.
Wilson rode the donkey,
And they laid him ten to eight.
They said that he was outclassed
And couldn’t pack the weight.
They started in the State of Maine
And that Elephant showaé some speed.
When he reached the Allegheneys
He had a nine-State lead.
In crossing through Ohio
Wilson felt his mount
And picked up a lot of ground
Where he knew it would count.
From there on to the river,
The way that Elephant ran,
The wise ones down in Wall Street
Said that he’d just can.
When they crossed into Missouri
The donkey felt his oats.
He was running in a country
‘Where he knew he’d get the votes.
The same way all through Kansas,
He kept cutting down the lead,
Or was the Elephant tiring,
Or had he lost his speed:
Over into Colorado,
Where the going it was rough,
The Klephant got into trouble,
You could hear him blow and puff.
Then out in Utah,
You could see from where I sat,
The rider on the Elephant
Was reaching for his bat.
The Donkey in Nevada
Appeared ic get his stride,
When they reached the Sierra mountains
They were running side by side.
Down through California
Both did their level best.
You know this year the winning post
Is planted way out west.
You ask which was winner?
Why the one they said would Can.
You'll find him in the dope book
Among the also-rars.
Farmers’ Excursion to California.
The Chicago & North Western Ry. an-
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Chicago 10.00 p. m. Sat. Dee. 2nd, in Pull-
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A representative. thoroughly posted on
agricultural conditions in the Great West
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Write to S. A. Hutchison, Mgr., Dept. of
Tours, Chicago, Union Pacific & North
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