THE COLUMBIAN. BLOOMSBURO. PA.
OUR NATIONAL FEAST
OW MEMIIEKS OK STUDENT
COIONY ENJOY IT.
tte TlinnkstfHIng Dinner Sent Fiom
This Country Absence of Cran
berries, Sweet Potatoes and Pump-
kins In I he Fw rich Market.
' Of all tli- Thanksgiving dinners
to which America's self-exiles mid
there are many nit down onco ft
year, none? enn equal in Jollity thoee j
of the art students in Paris, says a
writer In the Chlcneo News.
These observances are marke t by
Bona of the solemnity which usially
banks thlrk as a pall over the
ThanksghmK dinners of tho Ameri
can chambers of commerce In Purls
and Perlin and the formal dintior '.a
London to which P-rttlsh worthies uro
Invited and long and tiresome speech
es are mado, offer on elaborate menu.
r
i r, r . -j i sua m .
generally In French, has been turn-!
or 'ess laboriously run through 10
the coffee. The art students, as a
body, are never a solemn lot. ani
this fact Is In evidence when they
give thanks for the mercies extended
to them Blnce a previous Thanksgiv
ing. Just to give some Idea of how the
art student obnerve the day, let c e
go back to the time when the stud
ent' club (the American Art Assoc
iation of Parlu) held Us flnal Thanks
giving dinner. This was about fifteen
years ago, shortly after the eiuu
organization.
As Thanksgiving day would bo
the first national holiday to roil
round the club very much wanted
to observe the occasion but howT
No member had ever seen cranber
ries in a French market; the only
pumpkin offered for sale was not
to the shape of pies, but In dried
trips. for baking and soups, and as
tor sweet potatoes, they were as
Btterly unknown to the average
Frenchman at- were cranberries. True
French turkey could be secured
and good turkey at that but what
was turkey without the trimmings?
When the club. In the depths of
despair, had about decided that It
would be compelled by circumstance
to forego n good old-fashioned
Thanksgiving dinner, word was re
oeived from tho Art Students' league
of New York that It was going to
prent th new association with a
Thanksgiving dinner that would re
tail the kind mother used to serve
ap steaming hot on that crisp, mem
orable day back on the farm In the
years gone by. This message was
oon followed by a consignment of
real American firkcys, all done to a
golden brown and all stufTad; enough
cranberry mure to last the club for
a month cf Sundays, seemingly, and
pies. pumpkin plea, regular New Eng
land pumpkin plus. You know the
kind.
Tae dinner was served In the lit
tle house on the Boulevard Montpor
nasse, then occupied by tho club.
The roo::i wr.s decorated chiefly with
the stars and stripes and tho tri
color , Iniurt wined, but I believe 1
ua safe In baying this feature wh
not noticed until the dinner was well
over, for tho ojcb of every Yankee
as he entered the- room were on tho
table, a Blrht of which brought tears
to moro than one pair of eyes.
In addition to tho Btudentu' for
mal dinners If the adjective can
rightly be applied to any thing that
the art students do or think or say
many small dinners of Thanksgiving
are riven hi the studios. Needless
to cay, they arc thoroughly bohe
xtelan. Some certainly rank among
tie queerest Thanksgiving meala ever
spread; and It is my belief, founded
on twelve years' resldene In the quar
ter, that the studio dinner most pro
scrited by tradition would cause one
of the custom's stern originators to
fall dead of sheer horror were it
possible for him to be seated at the
opening corrre even.
The studio dinner that "Long
Snider" gave to a select party of
cronies a half dozen years ago Is still
laughed over In the quarter, and bids
alr to become a Thanksgiving tradi
tion among these apparent! care
free self-exiles.
Two or three days before the fes
tlTal was due to roll round "Long
Jtnlder" decided that he would give
x dinner. He investigated the state
t his pocket, book, finding only his
monthly allowance sufficient to meet
running expenses. Nevertheless,
there must bo a dinner, and when his
.quests appeared at the appointed
XtouT on ThankHrrlvIntf evening thev
were seated ut a table temptingly
loaded with n groat turkoy done to
a golden brewn and all tho old-time
trimmings. That which had been
thoughtfully provided by the hilar
ious host to prevent a consuming
thirst from overwhelmingly attacking
his guests was contained In a big
bowl. "Harvard Law-School Punch"
"Long Snider" called It, and It had
. ' been solicitously mixed by his own
hands.
That punch was a most deceptive
drink mild to the taste, so mild, In
fact, that It wne lu constunt demand.
As a result when, tho feast barely
half through, there came a knocking
at the door the punch had got In lta
work on r.enrly every ono present
and the effect produced by the note
handed to the host by his concierge
was Just the opposite of what.lt
would have been on an ordinary oo-
CHslotl.
"Fellows!" shouted "Long Snider"
waving the bit of paper madly.
"Proprietor nays got to pay rent next
day or have things confiscated. Can't
pay rent. Spent money on dinner
and punch. Three cheers for
Thanksgiving!"
This little speech sec-mod but to
add zest to the dinner. At last the
punch consumed, some one, more In
genious than the ret perhaps he
had got more than his Hhare of tho
brow proposed the plot that tho
whole assemblage put Into execution.
The belongings that had been
threatened with confiscation were not
numerous; In a few mluutos thoy
I were In the hands of the Btuden!s,
and then there began n weird pro
l cession of ensles, palette?, long rolls
of canvas and the host's big bass viol
down the long and dark s'.alrwoy
from the sixth floor, with the glim
mer from an occasional mutch to
I light the uncertain way.
"Long Snider" was thankful that
the conclergH wr.s a sound sleeper
and somewhat deaf to boot. 'Phe
street was safely reached, a hand
cart was hastily secured, Into It the
trappings were dumped and, with an
eaultant yell that aroused the con
cierge too Into for his fruntic calls
for tno police tobe of any use, host,
guests and cart were off up the
street. 'Way over to Montmarte
went the rascals. Up the long hill
they climbed to the largo studio of
an accommodating and truly sym
pathetic friend and there, In the
early morning hours, "Long Snlder's"
Thanksgiving dinner celebration end
ed in a riotous house-warming.
CJoliblers' Chorus.
r .N isoverlwr.
Cold the moon Is, cold
and drear
With a cloud up
on her face
That It chills our
hearts with fear
To remember
And oh, gubble,
gobble, gubble!
Life's a bubble, full
o' trouble
For the hunted turkey race.
For the victims plump and savory
Of the huniiin gobblers' knavery
And the greed that's their disgrace.
We have beard our fathers tell.
Since our childhood,
Of Thauksgivlng in the town,
And the dire things that befell
In the wildwood.
Tud oh, gubble, gobble, gubble!
Life's a bulble, full o' trouble.
We must wear tho martyr's crown;
We must die to feed the pelasuro
Of the fiends who dine at leis.ire
May they choke as wo go down I
J. H. L. in Life.
Washington's I'lrst Thanksgiving.
The lnltlui national Thanksgiving
was, held tinder a proclamation by
Qeorgo Washington in the firs', year
of the new republic, 1789. Washing
ton issued one other proclamation of
lik nature In 1793. Adorns also !
sued one or two, and Madison called
for a day of thanks after the close of
the war of 1812. So far as presi
dential noilce was concerned, the
day was allowed to lapse, however,
until permanently revived by Abra
ham Lincoln In 1863. In 1870 con
gress passed a law making the day
set apart by the president as one for
offering thfanks a national holiday.
What havo I to be hankful forT
Two eyes two ears, a nose,
Two feet, two hands a generous
mouth
From which hankfulnes3 flows;
A heart thi.t beats with sympathy
For all .'ii trouble sore;
A brain that's balanced evenly,
And much oh, so much more!
I'm thankful for the air I breathe,
The sun that gives mo light;
Tho summer time so glorious,
Tho winter and the night,
I'm thankful for my happy hom.
And dear ones that I love;
And most of all I'm thankful for
Is our dear Lord up abovi.
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ARCHIE
AND THE
MINCE PIE GOBUNS
If there was one thing that Archie
liked more than another It was
mincemeat, and If there was another
thing that he liked more than that
It was mince pies. As soon a he
heard people talking about Thauks
givlng, he knew that beforo Ions
there would be a mince pie In tho
house. He even used to go out Into
the kitchen when the cook was bak
ing one bo that he could watch it
turn brown.
Archie was rather a fat little hoy
and he always had a very good appo
tlto. One year there was a Thanksgiv
ing Day coming, and, of course, Arch
ie remembered about tho mlnco plea,
because In the bouse where ho lived
thy did not begin to havo them until
Thanksgiving. He looked nil around
for somo sign that they were going
to make them and at last he saw the
cook take the cover off a large stone
Jar. It was filled with mincemeat.
Archlo did not say anything and ho
sat very still while the cook was put
ting the mincemeat In the pies and
laying the crust on top of it. Then
she put them In the oven and car
ried tho Jar of mincemeat Into the
pantry. Archie saw where sbe put
It
It was Thanksgiving tho next day.
Archie began to think about tho
mince pie as soon as he was dressed,
and it seemed to him a long time bo
fore dluner would be ready. He look
ed Into tho dining room, but the
table wasn't even Bet. so he thought
he would go into the kitchen. Tho
cook was not there. Archie guessed
that she was In the pantry, so h
looked In there for her; but she was
not there, either. Ho happenod to
see the stone Jar that had the mince
meat In It and he thought he would
Just peep In to see how much there
was left. The Jar was almost full
and there was a spoon lnsldo. Ar
chie tasted a little of the mincemeat
and then a little more, until at last
he bad eaten enough to make half a
pie. Then he put the cover back
and went out to play.
It was a very fine dinner. There
was a large turkey, of course, somo
cranberry sauce, some celery, oysters
and soup and a lot of other things,
and at the end there was a mince
pie and some nuts and raisins. Ar
chie had two pieces of pie. He did
not say anything about the mince
meat he had eaten.
Now, what do you think happened?
Archie had hardly gone to bed that
night and got himself comfortably
"WHO ARE YOU?" ASKED ARCHIE
Bettled down to sleep when a little
round man, with green eyes and a
red coat, came for him and told him
to get up.
"Who are you?" asked Archie, bo
cause ho had never seen the little
round man before.
"I'm a Mince Ple Goblin," the little
man answered. "We are going to
have a celebration and we always
want somo little boy to be there, so
they have sent me after you."
Archie didn't want to go with him,
but there did not seem to be any
thing else to do, as the little man
kept, bouuclng up und down as
though he were In a great hurry, so
he got out of bed und gave his hand
to the goblin.
"That's right," the Goblin said.
"Hold on now."
Archie hardly knew how It hap
pened, but In an Instant they vere
out of the room and In a large lat
place In the woods. In the middle
of tho flat place there was a great
Are blazing, and around the fire were
hundreds of other goblins like the
one who had come for him. They all
had on clothes of different colors and
their eyes were of different colors
too. They all had shining eyes, very
much like the eyes of a Jack-o-lan-teru,
Archie thought; only they were
colored. As soon as they got there
one of the goblins, who was larger
than the others, came forward to
meet them. Archie noticed that he
wore his face upside down, his mouth
being where his eyes ought to be.
He had very white, sharp pointed
teeth, that Archie did not like to
look at any more than he could help.
"That's the goblin King," whis
pered the goblin who had brought
Archlo. "You must make a low
bow."
Archie made a very low bow,
which seemed to please the goblin
King.
"Is this the boy you told me a-
bout?" the goblin King asked, and
he poked Archie In the ribs with his
fingers.
"Yes, your Loftiness," the other
goblin replied. "This Is ArehU."
"I think he will do very well.
tho goblin King said and then he
went away.
"What docs he want me to do?"
Archie asked.
"Nothing," the messenger goblin
said. "It Isn't that kind of do. It's
the kind that you mean when you
say that a pie will do -when It Is
dono."
Archie couldn't understand this
very well, but he began to feel un
easy, especially as the goblins sud
denly started to dance around tho
fire. They were great bouncers, and
every time they touched the ground
they went up In the air almost as
high as a house, shouting and laugh
Ing all the time. They made such
a noise that Archie was really fright
ened to hear them.
Ho was still more frightened when
tho goblin King calmly walked Into
the fire and sat down on a binning
log. The flames came up all around
"HIS BUTTONS FLEW OFF."
Ulm, but he did not mind them at
all. Ho Just sat there and let his
eyes glow at Archie. They wore
green eye.
"Now," said the messenger goblin,
"you must go and pick the pics. I ll
show you where they grow."
He led Archie a little way off
where there seemed to be ever so
many toadstools growing under tho
trees. The flat tops of them wore
about the size of mince pies, und
when Archie picked one of them up
he saw that It was a pie, sure enough.
"You must bring these to the
King," the messenger goblin said.
"And you most hurry as fast as you
can because he's very hungry, aud
If he does not get them fast enough
I can't toll what may happen. Be
very sure not to eat any yourself,
because that's against the rulos."
So Archie picked up an armful
of the toadstool pies and took thim
to the fire where the Klnir was sit
ting.
"You will have to throw them in
to him." the messenger goblin said.
Archlo threw the pies to the gob
lin King, who opened his mouth and
swallowed them as fast bb they came.
They went down his throat like put
ting pennies Into a bank. '
All the time Archlo was dolnij
this the other goblins kept getting
more and more excited. They Jump,
ed about faster than ever, leaping
over the fire and shouting as loud as
they could. They tried as faBt as
the pies were thrown to catch thsra
before they could get to the Klni,
and sometimes they managed to do
It, which made the King eo angry that
he turned blue with rage.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" crlod the
messenger goblin, and all the other
goblins kept rhoutlng "More pics!
More pies!" at the top of their voices.
Archlo hurried as fast as ho could,
but he could not work fast enough
to pleaee the goblins.
"He's been eating them! He's
been eating our pies!" they cried.
"What shall we do to a boy who eota
our pies?"
"Put h'.m in a stone Jar and seal
him up!" shouted the King.
Immediately all the goblins went
boundlno away Into tho darkness,
and In a few moments Archie could
hear them coming back, shouting
and laughing worse than ever. Ho
would havo liked to run away, only
tho messenger goblin held him tight
ly by the arm. The other goblins
rolled a great stone Jar into the light
of the fire It was exactly like the
Jar out of which Archlo had eaten
the mlnw meat In the pantry at
homo, only It was much larger.
"Oh, please don't put me In the
Jar!" Archie cried to the King. "I'll
promise neer to do It again!"
Dut the goblin King and all the
other goblins only laughed at hlin
and the messenger goblin held hlin
moro tightly by the arm than ever.
Thoy rolled the Jar to Archie and
stood it up to put him In while others
brought out a large stick of sealing,
wax to seal the cover on with. Arch
ie was very much frightened and he
made up his mind that he would
never see bis home again. He was
sorry that he had not told his mother
about the mince meat he had eaten
out of the pantry, but It was too lata
for that now.
They were Just about to lift him
up so as to put him Into the Jur
when 'the King gave a very loud cry
and they stopped to look at him.
The King was swelling very fast in
tho fire, so that he began to look
like a toy balloon, and as he swell
ed his buttons flew off and he shout
ed louder and louder. The other
goblins danced about the fire with
cries of alarm, but none of them
dared to go In and help him.
"Look outl Ixok out!" they cried.
"He's going to burst!"
At this they all scattered so os to
get away Ir. time, but they were not
quick enough. The unfortunate
King burst with a noUe like a can
non firecracker on tho Fourth of
July. The blazing sticks of the flro
and tho gt.blinn scattered In every
direction. The light was all gone In
a momeut. Archio felt himself go
ing up In th-j nlr and It was very
cold. Tlut- he landed somewhere
with a bump and he found himself
sitting on lb j floor beside his bed ut
home.
"That's whnt happens when people
eat too much mince pie," said his
mother ,whc happened to come la
Just them. New York Herald.
A HARVEST CANTICLE.
It y Thenin lli'imn,
What Is bounty but love In the giver,
That waits for no plea to bestow,
The evergreen boon of the river
To the fields that are blessed by Its
flow?
Does the light when tho morning
uncloses,
Count the leagues of Its flight on
tho plain?
Does the sky call the roll of tho roses
That hold up their lips for Its
rain?
God Is never at lot's with his plenty,
And Nature, his handmaid, no
more
Ripens sweets for the feast of the
dainty
Than bread for the faro of tho
poor.
'Tls a loan with no burden there
after, 'Tls a grace ueer meusurtd nor
weighed;
j If tho banquet turns weeping to
laugnter
The debt of tho eater Is paid.
O Goodness so grand In Its doing!
Are there gluttons who rtarve at
Its board;
Craven souls. hosu Insatiable su
ing Has poisoned tho comforts they
hoard.
Who, insane with the Joy of receiv
ing. Are glad for no sake but their
own,
Who are deaf to the song of Thanks
giving And tonguelcss to utter Its tone?
Give us want, give us nothingness
rather
Than this; better never be born
Thaa to harvest the fields of our
Father
And leave him unthanked for the
corn.
The Just will pay measure for meas
ure And the selfish give love for a fee;
But thoy squandered an Infinite treas
ure Who sin against love that Is free.
Peter's Sleep Friends,
Peter bad scarce begun to snore.
Ere somo ote thundered at the door.
And when he said, Come In" In
fright.
What curious guests should come In
sight.
Dut Gravy, brown and fat and glad,
And Oyster, looking pale and sad,
Behind them Btood full many more.
And Gravy, turning to the door,
Cried: "This lu Poter, mean and
small,
Who thinks that ho can eat us all!"
Stuffing stalked lu, dressed In sage
green,
And wheezed at him; "What do you
mean?
You miserable creature, you!
Do you suppose I'm made for you?"
Then Coleiy dunced to the bed,
"Peter, If you eat me," It said,
"I'll grow Into a tree In you
And crack your head to let mo
through."
"And I." said Oyster, "wont lie still.
But kick your sides until you're 111."
"Ho!" Oravy cried. "I'd like to see
A puny thing like you eat mo!
Why, I know great strong men who
tried
That trick until they nearly died.
I warn you now! If you touch m
Your death 1 certainly will be!"
Then Mince Pie camo and said: "Me
too!
I'll do a lot of harm to you."
Raisin and Cranberry and Cream
Approached the bed with glare and
scream.
And Ladle, Fork and Carving Knlfo
Attempted to take Peter's life.
Then Peter woke and said: "Alas!
Perhaps these things will oomo to
pass;
But all the same, I guess I'll stay
At dinner on Thanksgiving Day.
And if they kill mo, why I'll dlo
Stuffed full ot turtty and tul;.ico plw,"
THANKSGIVING
IN EVERY LAND
AMKHHW FESTIVAL IS IN MANY
itEsrrx rs i move.
The Jewish Nation's Festival of
Thanks It the OWlont Known In
History Oiniliit Motive FvstliiU
In Htmny Italy.
Thanksgiving Day In America bo
gnn as n pul lie rejoicing over a good
harvest the first reaped by tho New
Englnnd colonists. The Idea Is not
peculiar to cur people; probably they
Imbibed It from English customs or
thost), ns oM as history, which pre
vail In one form or unot'.ier on tlm
continent. Gratitude for plentiful
harvests Is the key-note of these cui
toms .although among us tho day
woald probably bo celebrated ev o
If Governor Hrndford had not start
ed tho observance In 1623 by tlutt
memorable Tbnnksglvlng Dny when
a long drought was broken by a
hcBvy rnln during the prayers of
tho assembled colonlstx.
Dlflercnt peoples have differ nt
time, but i1wh)s some tlnio for l;ur
vcat thnnki'glvlng. When the Jewn
Inhabited Palestine the festival of
Petit rrost m brace 1 a thanksgiving
for a plentiful harvest; but lis the
vh'it Is not gntherej In Europe ;,t
the time of tho Pentecost fiove.-r,
take the P'iifo of the firt-frul s l;i
the synagogues there. Tho dnr !i;
l;r.d their harvest festival on Nn-
J flabrv 1; the Chinese and .I;'.p::;:e;.
have theirs at their yuar's close.
The second of tho three great fes
tivals of the Jewish eccleslrvsthal
year occurs ou the Blxth und seventh
days of the third month (kIvc.u)
which Includes part of May r.n l Junv.
It Is called In Hebrew Shovnos, b it
more jii'iierally the Feast cf the
Pentecost, tho fifteenth !ay, bIiioo
It commemorates the giving of tl.o
day to Motes on Mount Sinai fifiy
days after the deliverance of the Is
raelites out of Ewpt. It U alo
called the Feast ot tho Weeks, be
cause It marks the completion of
seven 'weekr, counted from the .ec
ond dny of Peasch or Passover.
In tho old simple day3 of Engl-ru'.
the Harvest Home was such a sceno
ns Horace's friends might have ex
pected to see at his Sablno f;.nn.
The grain last cut was brought home
In Its wagon culled the hock cart
surmounted by a flguro formed el
sheaf with gay dressings suggesting
a representation of tho goddess
Ceres while a pipe and tabor went
merrily sounding In front and tho
reapers tripped around In a hand-ln-hand
ring, singing:
Harvest home, harvest homo.
We havo plowed, we have sowed.
Wo have reaped, we have mowed,
Wo havo brought home every loud.
Hip, hip, hip, harvest home!
In the evtnlng of Harvest Homo
the supper takes place In the barn
or some other suitable place, tbo
master and mistress generally pre
siding. Thlr feast is always com
posed of substantial food with plenty
ot good ale.
There I3 a growing tendency ut tho
present time to abolish those old har
vest festival and to substitute a
festival for the whole parish, with
srvlces In the parish church in tho
forenoon, and a dinner afterwards,
followed by sports aud gnmcs for
the men and a tea-drinking for the
women.
Harvest festivals are, as far 11s
the Angell:nu Church Is concerned,
a later-day Institution. This is
strange, for In pro-Reformation times
Damiuas Day. so called from the Anglo-Saxon
half a loaf, and maesse,
a feast, nuJ which fell 011 August
1, was marked by the presentation of
a loaf made of new wheat In tbo
churches by every member of tho
congrogatlon. Previous to Reforma
tion of the calendar In 1752 Dam-mas-tlde
unered In the second quar
ter of the year. Since then tho
term has fallen Into dlsuso.
An Italian vlngate festival Is about
the nearest thing the people have to
a Thauksgivlng Day, but tho two
things are the same In spirit if very
different In detail. '
At thes- festivals a primitive In
terchange ot labor takes place;
everybody helps everybody, no wago
Is given. This man's values faciu'i;
full south are forwurd, another man's
vines are backward. From all tho
hillsides riund the peasants Cock
to each vlntsyard as ntedel. Occas
ionally an Italian will do u lot of
work In a day, but he will not hurry;
he la making love, meanwhile, to tlm
girl who works with him. Tho
grapes, stems and all, are put Into
high wooden tubs and beaten with
heavy cudgels until the Juice rises
foaming to tho top. Then the tubs
aro emptied into the great vats anj
there churned thoroughly.
After th vintage comes the feast.
It begins at dark and lasts through
the night. The peasants dnuce lu
the padrone's kitchen, men dancing
with both men and women. The
music Is continuous; partners, a pair
at a time, take two or three turns
and sit dowu, giving place to another
pair. Not until daybreak do the
reveler, singing and laughing, go to
their homes.
Reliable Sign of Death.
A Frenchmau has received a prize
(or dlBcoverlng a reliable sign of
death. Tho test consists of the sub
cutaneous Injection of a solution of
flourescetue, which, If the blcid is
Still circulating, In the cqurso of a
few hours causes the skin to tura
yellow.