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BY PERNA MINER WHITNEY.
Gra'ma is the one that knows
How us boys likes thin’s,
’Spec’ly at Thanksgiving time—
Oh! then’s when fun begins!
Jes’ as soon as it is light
Brother Ben an’ me
‘We gets up—lots to do
’Fore we start, you see;
Cap an’ mittens an’ big coat,
Fur robes tucked in close,
Horses prancin’, snowflakes flying—
Now we've got there—mos’!
Halloo Gra’ma! Halloo Gran’pa!
See ’em in the door!
Oh! we know what fun we'll have,
‘We've been here before;
Great big turkey, nice an’ brown,
Cranb’ry jelly. chickun pie,
Fruit cake, apples, nice sweet cider,
Nuts to crack—Oh, my!
More good times than we can tell—
Such lots of fun an’ jolly noise,
For our gra’ma she jes’ knows
What's good for us boys.
Meg’s Bank.
A Thanksgiving Story.
Meg sat upon a low stool by the win-
dow with a sad little pucker on her
pretty face.
Near by sat Mrs. Thompson, Meg's
mother, sewing, sewing away, for
times were hard and with father away
off doing duty in the Philippines, the
pale little mother had to stitch steadily
day after day to keep the tiny home in
comparative comfort.
“When did you say father might
come home, mother?’ The question
was asked timidly for there had been
s0 many disappointments.
“I hope he will be with us at Thanks-
giving time, dear.” A sigh was stitched
into the long seam, and Meg did not
notice it.
“Mother?’ the low voice had a sug-
gestion of a sob in it. ”’I had a beau-
tiful plan, but I am afraid I must give
if up.’
“Never mind, dearie, there are other
plans, you know, and you are only ten
years old.”
“But this was such a beautiful plan. |
I was saving my pennies for a Thanks- !
giving turkey. I was going to surprise |
you and dear, dear daddy.” I had‘!
twenty-five cents in my bank. I began,
oh, dreadfully long ago, but I had to
take the money and now there is not a
single cent.” There was no mistake
about the sob this time.
“What have you done with the
money, daughter?’ Mrs. Thompson
ay down her work and drew Meg
learer.
“Why—why—" with an effort at
telf-control, “we had to have some
’lank books and pads at school and I
ust would not ask you, and—and—I
yought them myself, and I hate them,
‘or I did want the turkey so. I wanted
+ truly Thanksgiving dinner, for I
mow father hasn’t had one since he
vent away, and, of course, you can-
ot afford one, mommy darling, and
0, and so——" The curly head went
flown in the mother’s lap and Meg
ad a good cry. :
“Now, never mind, dearie,” said
pamma at last. “You are a brave
(ttle soldier girl, worthy of dear sol-
fier-daddy, and I am so proud of you
hat nothing else can make me cry just
ow.
“Listen, I have a plan. We may not
© able to fill the bank with money
or a Thanksgiving feast, but we can
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thought right now. Y am thankful for
my brave, unselfish little girl.
Meg's tears were dried as if by
magic, and she ran and brought the
little iron bank to her mother.
“Why, I could fill it right up,” she
laughed merrily, “when I come to
think, I have heaps to be thankful
for!”
So that was the beginning and many
were the white slips that found their
way into the Thanksgiving bank.
One, the very best of all, had these
words upon it: >
“Daddy has really started for home!
I am the gratefulest girl in the United
States!”
Meg wrote very well for such a small
girl, but her happiness made her hand
tremble over those words. Now, about
three weeks before Thanksgiving she
had a wonderful experience. It was a
warm day and her mother had given
her permission to go for a walk in the
park, which was not far away. Why
she took the bank with her upon the
walk Meg really did not know; perhaps
she expected to have a thankful thing
happen that must be recorded at once,
who can tell? But she took the bank
and a pencil and paper. Suddenly,
while she was running along the leaf-
strewn path, she heard music—low, sad
music, that somehow brought tears to
her merry eyes. She ran to the road
nearby, and there, passing slowly, was
a long funeral procession, and by the
flags and soldiers in uniform Meg knew
that a “comrade’—she always calied
them comrades because her father did
—was being carried by.
The sight made her lip quiver, and
she ran back to a seat behind some
other day that daddy is tre-men-dous-
ly fond of corned beef.”
The comrade got up just then and
walked quite around the bench before
he sat down. Finally he said: “Is there
any objection to me putting in a thank-
ful thought in that magic bank?’
“Qh, no, sir,” Meg was all dimples
and smiles.
“I should like a comrade to know
that another comrade is proud to have
met his daughter. And you must tell
me where you live, child, for I shall
want to welcome your daddy home
by. and by.”
Meg, in a flutter of excitement, pre-
pared a slip of paper and the comrade
walked again around the bench, while
THEY OPENED THE BANK.
he seemed to have some difficulty in
settling his sword in place. The slip
was written, Meg was told to turn her
head away while it was put in the
bank, and then, after a little further
talk, the comrades bade each other a
cheery goodby. That evening Mrs.
Thompson heard all about the experi-
ence, and later, in the excitement of
looking for her father, the affair was
forgotten,
: Menu for Thanksqwving Dinner
Grape Frail’
Quslers on the half shell
3 Soup
Celery Olives Salled Almonds
Broiled mushrooms on toast
Roast turkey Chesthuldressing “Giblel sauce Folaloes
Cream sorrel with hard-boiled egos
Ful salad
Mince or pumpkin pie:
Cheese with loaslted walers ICotlee
{Quiet famply Dinner
: Oysler soup
Pickles Celery
Roas! turkey iBreadstulling Cranberry diy
Mashed potaloes "Browned sweet polalozs
© Cabbage and Celery Salad
Chocolate nul cake > Pumpkin pie
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You may have your own ideas as to
the stuffing, trussing and trimming of
the noble bird which is to be the piece
de resistance at your Thanksgiving
dinner. Perhaps your recipes have
M. PASCAL’'S TURKEY.
been handed down from a dear old
great-great-great- grandmother, famous
in her day for her well-seasoned sage
stuffing and savory giblet gravy.
But. says a writer in the New York
Herald, there are some of you who
haven't grandmother's recipes to turn
to, so that a few suggestions from
some of New York's celebrated chefs
may be of value.
“How would you trim up a Thanks-
giving turkey?’ I asked Mr. Pascal,
the trim chef who makes such delicious
dishes with which to tickle the palates
of the habitues of Sherry’s.
“Qh, well, perhaps, but it would be
quite simple; for instance, like this,”
and picking up a small beet, he began
using a sharp-pointed knife upon it
with surprising effect.
In a twinkling he had peeled off the
dark and with a few skillful
cuts the plebian vegetable was trals-
formed into a red rose. A turnip was
skin
M. BULETTI’S TURKEY DISH,
next converted into a double flower
with thin curved petals.
Then, with a silver hatelet, the top
of which appropriately represented a
feathered Thanksgiving fowl, tie
speared first through the white rose,
next the red cne, and then through a
crisp, pale, yellow lettuce heart.
This odd vegetable ornament he
stuck into the breast of a turkey, gar-
nished the platter with leeks, and it
was ready to graee the festive board.
To the good-natured Mr. Buletti, ch®f
at the Hotel Plaza, I addressed ques-
tions on the same subject, and the
decorations for a Thanksgiving turkey
he showed me ware beautifully ar-
ranged. Two turkeys placed with
their necks together were brought in
on a long, narrow tray. Though they
were garnished elaborately, the tur-
keys were carefully arranged, so as
not to be in the way of the carving
knife. :
was filled with a bed of red and white
roses, carnations and lillies.
thé flowers.
cut out of turnips. Outlining the tray
a fancy design in pink
stars, were laid ‘at regular intervals,
trees; then the thought came which
brought - about the experience. She
took the paper and pencil and wrote
slowly, speaking the words aloud as
she spelled them:
“I'm ’shamed to be glad ’bout such
a ‘solemn thing, but I am thankful it
isn’t my soldier-daddy who is going
by!”
Then Meg tore off the slip and began
to push it into the narrow opening of
the bank.
“Where is your soldier-daddy, my
dear little girl?”
Meg jumped to her feet and almost
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do something better. Every time that
we have anything to be really thankful
ebout we will write it upon a slip of
paper and put it in the bank. If father
ghould be with us when we expect
him we will open the treasure bank
together and I think it will make him
gladder than anything else to know
we had so many blessings when he
was far away. Now bring the bank,
dearie, I ‘must slip in. a thankful
| screamed, but when she saw the kind
face of a comrade gazing at her from
| the other end of the bench she changed
hier mind and smiled. He was a very
= | splendid comrade in gold braid and
| shining buttons, but his face made her
forget to be awe-stricken. It was the
| iriendliest face Meg had seen for many
a day.
| “Sit down, little maid,” the deep voice
| went on. “I was too weary to go fur-
ther with my regiment, so I dropped
out to find a little girl being thankful
for a’ daddy who is not being taken
i away. Since I cannot follow my dead
comrade, let me hear about my living
comrade.”
And then, strange as it may seem.
Meg told the entire story of her simple
| little life, even to her turkey 'disap-
! pointment, and the Thanksgiving bank
{ which was to be opened when the
| soldier-daddy came home,
| The comrade beside her listened and
| nodded, and once he coughed and was
es to use his handkerchief, for
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the coughing made his eyes water.
“Well, well,” he said, when the
sweet, brave tale was ended, “I think
there is a regular nest of heroes at
vour house. It is really too bad that
the Government cannot afford to feed
such patriots on turkey at least once
a year. Dear me!”
I “Oh, I do not mind the turkey so
much as I did,” Meg hastened to say.
| “Mother happened to remember the
Two days before Thanksgiving,
Meg's soldier father came home, and
you should have been there to see the
fun. Never were three people happier.
All the clouds disappeared and it was
sunlight every minute.
The evening before Thanksgiving the
bank was opened and the slips read by
daddy amid screams of laughter and
merry jokes.
Suddenly Sergeant Thompson stopped
laughing and said in surprise:
“What is this?”
“Oh! that’s the comrade’s thankful
‘slip. I forgot to tell you, daddy,” but
just then Meg gasped in surprise, for
out of the slip dropped two crisp five-
dollar bills.
“Read what he wrote!” cried mother,
her face very pale.
“He says,” Sergeant Thompson read
slowly, “I am thankful, comrade, that
you have such a noble little daughter
and thankful that I have had the priv-
ilege of meeting her.
“Please have turkey for dinner on
Thanksgiving Day. It is more patriotic
than corned beef!
“I shall drop in to bid you welcome
home upon that day!” and then was
signed simply the name “John Stan-
ley, Colonel Fifteenth Cavalry.”
“Colonel Stanley!” zasped Sergeant
Thompson, “he was wounded in Cuba.
Ie is one of the bravest soldiers in the
service. Tell us all about it, Meg.” So
Meg told the story that had had so
beautiful an ending.
And the next day? Well, I will not
describe that day, for it might make
you just a wee bit sorry that you have
not a soldier daddy and a great, splen-
did comrade-friend in the person of
that fine old warrior, Colonel Stanley.—
Harriet T. Comstock.
Flowers For the Table.
If flowers are to decorate the
Thanksgiving table, choose them from
the hardy varieties of the season. The
chrysanthemum, of course, heads the
list. Any scheme of color may be
carried out with the aid of this flower,
which offers the decorator snowy
white, pale sulphur and brilliant yel-
low, all the shades of bronze and red,
delicate lilac and pink blooms, in clus-
ters or feathery pompons, or tightly
curled balls. But unless willing to
have a tall centrepiece, put the vases
of chrysanthemums at the corners of
the table, or use another flower; these
proud blossoms are sorry objects when
arranged in a low, compact mound;
they are then as characterless and un-
lovely as a crinkled paper mat. Cos-
mos, roses or carnations are also ap-
propriate, and the autumn grains, ber-
ries and leaves.
Suspense.
leaves.
- The space between the two turkeys
A large
nest, carved from a squash, resting on
small pineapple leaves, surmounted
Cranberry eggs filled this
unique nest, while hovering over it
were two little birds, fashioned from
bright red beets, and two larger ones
‘on which the turkeys were placed was
and white,
dotted with cranberries. Little mounds
of aspic jelly, in which had been put
petit pois, green beans and tiny carrot
alternating with bits of: crisp celery
interviewed.
The pedestal was a mass of cran.
berry and jelly eggs, while ‘in the
breast of each turkey was thrust a
hatelet
truffles.
Chef Grevilotte, of Delmonico’s, was
The large, fat bird he
adorned with lemons and
CHEF GREVILOTTE’S TURKEY.
Some folks git roas’ turkey,
Some gits chicken pie,
Some gits sweet pubtatoes
An’ some gits punkin pie.
Some gits pohk or ‘poss
Krom de pantry she’f
Some gits lots 0’ gravy
An’ some dey jes’ gits lef’.
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Thanksgivin’ brings dem chances
Of many kin’s to me.
I’s waitin’ an’ I’s watchin’
An’ a wonderin’ which ’twill be.
—Washington Star.
A Turkey’s Opinion.
“What dost thou think of drumsticks?”
I asked a barnyard bird.
He grinned a turkey grin, and then
He answered me this word:
“They're good to eat, they're good to beat,
But sure as | am living,
They’re best to run away with
The week before Thanksgiving.”
—Anna M. Pratt.
placed a
plant, the entire thing cut from one
i good-sized turnip.
prepared rested on a mound of bread;
watercress was laid around this, ex-
| tending to the edge of the silver plat-
side was
flowering
In the centre at one
tiny pot with a
A Thankful Note.
Let’s be thankful that we're livin’,
That the good God is forgivin’,
That His heaven ain’t far above us,
That His world has friends to love us;
That for all its sorrows—sighs,
Weary hearts and weeping eyes,
We can see bright suns arise
In the stormiest o’ skies.
Haman Vanity.
Don’t imitate the turkey’s strut,
Because he has you beat.
You may be quite as handsome, but
This was flanked
by beautifully carved ghells, made of
the same vegetable, and filled with
chestnuts and fresh mushrooms.
A large dahlia rested near the head,
while at the opposite end was put a
white turnip rose, its delicately turned
petals faintly tinted with pink.
PENSIONS GRANTED.
New Coal Territory—Consolidated
Banking Institutions— Burgess
Injured—Shortage of Coke.
The fcllowing nam:cs were added
to the pension list during the past
wezsk: George ‘Wallace, Conneaut
Lake, $24; Franklin P. McGirk, Lew-
istown, $10; G:orge R. Harman, Ship-
neusburgz, $10; Martin Thompson,
Tarentum, $12; William Ireland,
Sheshequin, $12; Samuel Hickel, Hop-
wood, $12; Wilson Doty, Dunns Sta-
tion, $10; Magzie E. Carter, McKees-
pert. $8; Mary IE. Hawki, Kipple, $8;
David A. Burtner, Natrcna, $6; Asa
Osgcod, Myrtle, $S; Isaac W. Jongs,
deceased, Pittsburg, $10; James P.
Woods, Irvin, $8; Benjamin C. Vance,
Franklin Forks, $12; Isaac Waltman,
Columbia, $10; Maria Jones, Pitts-
burg, $8; Katharine Gross, Hunting-
don, $8; Hannah Carl, Dryville, $8;
Annstte Tubbs, Franklin, $i2; Wil-
liam R. Moran, Altoona, $12; Jacob
Yohe, Homewood, $10..
Ter three months past agents of a
new company have Leen quietly at
work securing options on 211 the avail-
able cecal lands in and around Markle,
Milligantcwn and Marraysville. They
have obtained options on over 6,000
acres of very rich ccal lands. The
new company back of the deal is
known as the Cambria Land and Im-
provement Company of Johnstown.
and has a state charter. It is capi-
talized at $200,000, and will at once
open up mines on the land that it has
obtained.
The following postmasters have been
appointed: Brinkerton, Clarion ccun-
ty, John L. Shumaker; Glessner, Som-
erset county, Martha Grifiith; Hoover
Hurst, Indiana county, J. ¥. Cooper;
Nittany, Center county, William: E.
Kessinger; Pineton, Indiana county,
Charles F. Farabaugh; Pleasant Gap,
Center county, John Griffith; Pletcher,
Fayette county, M. R. Reece; Spruce
Creek, Huntingdon county, Bessie. R.
Miller; Tanoma, Indiana county, Roy
R. Kinter. ,
A meeting of the parties interested
in the building of the Wabash branc!
frcm Bishop on the main line south,
through Canonsburg and Washington
to Greene and Fayette counties, was
held iat Canonsburg, ‘The proposi-
tion made by the company is that if
free rights of way dre secured the
rcad will: be built over this route.
Many farmers have signed a release
of damages. A complete survey from
Bishop to Waynesburg has been
made, :
Spearman & McKeevery, iron man-
ufacturers of Sharpsville and Leeto-
nia, have purchased the Graham and
Weinschenk farms in Shenango town-
ship, Lawrence county, for $37,000.
Both are underlaid with limestone. It
is said that two furnaces and a steel
mill will be erected on the land.
The ngw capitol commission at
Harrishurg, decided to use Winsboro
granite for the exterior walls and
decorations of the new capitol. The
granite is quarried at Rion, 8. C., and
can be had ready for use all the year
round, which fact had considerable
weight with the commission. E
In a general melee, which occurred
at Blairsville, Burgess M. E. Brown
was badly used up, Chief of Police
Ginter was severely abused, Thomas
CO. Brown had to flee for his life, and
a young man named Walter Baer,
whose home is at Latrobe, was shot
in the calf of the leg.
An unknown Italian workman in the
stone quarry at Uniontown was: in-
stantly killed. He had placed a
change of dynamite and was stooping
over e¥amining it when'a fellow
countryman ignorantly closed the cir-
cuit. The man’s head was blown off.
An organization, composed of 150
young men, has been formed at Mt.
Carmel, who propose to boycott the
young ladies of that vicinity who as-
sociated with the soldiers of the Na-
tional Guard who encamped there
during the strike.
The jury at Hollidayshurg in the
case of Mrs. Hester M. Griffin,
against the city of Altoona, for $5,-
000 damages for personal injuries
sustained in a fall on a defective side-
walk, rendered a verdict for the de-
fendent city.
At a meeting of the business men
of Canonsburg a committee was ap-
pointed to secure rights of way for
the Wabash railrcad branch from
Bishops via Canonsburg, to Washing-
ton and south into Green county.
Clyde Allabran, aged 16, while hunt-
ing with two companicns, at Punxsu-
tawney, accidentally shot himself in
the head, blowing the entire left side
of. the skull away. He was taken to
the hospital, and will likely die.
In a freight wreck near Joannette,
eight large dynamos from the East
Pittsburg works of the Westinghouse
Company beng shipped to New York
badly
were thrown from the cars and
damaged.
The McKinley and Raney
naces of the National
New Castle have been closed
of ccke. The steel plant at th
also has been forced to shu
At Brookville LL. M. Miller, fo
guilty of complicity in the death
Agnes Tompking, at Punxsutawney,
was sentenced to pay a fine of. $250
and 20 days to jail.
The store of ' J. Kreiger & Co. at
Monaca was catered by thieves and
$100 worth of goods stolen.
The four foreigners at Sharon. who
were made viotently ill by drinking
wood alecchol, which caused the deaths
of two others, will recover, but may
ose their sight.
The stcckholders of the Rochester
Trust Company have dscided to pur-
D
und
of
chase the Rochester National bani
and merge the two institutions.
The following postmasters were:
anointed:
Y attie C,
conniy;
Durbin,
Goodwin;
senh A.
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