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LINIMENT
IN COUNTRY TOWN
Reasons Why Thanksgiv
ing Is Always Inter
esting There.
THANKSGIVIN* day in a country
town Is alius interestin' on ac
count ' th' folks that come back
homes. Some o' us kin git by th'
Fourth o' July or fair week or even
Christinas an' New Years, but some
how- ther's somethin' 'bout Thanks
givin' clay that kind o' ir^kes us want
t' be back home. Then, too, one nice
long dull Thanksgivln' afternoon in a
B flat town is enough t' make us all
satisfied t' stay away fer another
whole year.
Our town looks real cosmopolitan
like t'day, as Tell Binkley would say.
On ever' corner you kin see little
clumps o' fellers that haint met in
years holdin' reunions an* talkin'
about ole times. Some o' 'em look
like they had lots t' be thankful fer
an' some o' 'em look like th' place
they come from ought t' be thankful,
while still others look like our town
ought t' be thankful that Thanks
givln' only comes once a year.
Sam Bud, who traded his farm here
fer a Floridy orange grove some years
ago came in from th' north this morn
Laurel Spray, From the West, Is In
Town Wearing a Straw Hat.
In'. lie says this is th' first time that
he's ever had clothes an' money
enough at th' same time t' git back.
Hallie Mopps, who's been gone
about ten years, is home from Coshoc
ton, Ohio. He says he's lied so long
about th' size o' his father's farm
here that he hardly recognized it when
he got back.
Grayson Mapes wuz about th' first
feller that showed up fer Thanks
givin'. His folks have been dead fer
thirty years an' he never knowed it.
'Bout th' last thing auybuddy ever
heerd o' him wuz in 187G, when he
sent his mother a Centennial edition
o' th' I'hlladelphy Ledger. He come
over from . Jefferson ville on parole
but nobody knowed him.
Joe Apple is back in town siyikin'
hands, too. His whiskers have been
driven back an' his step haint quite
as springy as it wuz before he traded
his hardware store fer some rice land
in Arkansas. He's jist a plain shov
eler now somewhere's in Michigan.
He says that while tli' work is a little
harder than bein' in business, ther
haint no books t' keep an' ther haint
nothin' invested an' you kin lay off
when it rains.
Laurel Spray, who sold his farm
here two years ago an' invested in a
gold mine out West, is in town wearin'
a straw hat. He says he's been so
busy gittin' home that th' weather
never occurred t' him. He may stay
here an' go back in th' band if he kin
trade his miuin' stock fer a clarinet.
But ups an' downs er no ups an'
downs, a feller is still purty rich that's
got a good mother an' father t' go
back to. Ther haint no mashed p'ta
toes an' roast turkey an' minced pie
anywhere else on earth that kin touch
your mother's. Her coffee is gener
ally purty bad, but we won't say any
thing about that. I don't care how
any feller is gittin' along, whether
he's single, or tied down, he feels a
whole lot better if he knows he's got
an ole home t' go back to. O' course
your father haint as gushy as mother
? but even if you did leave th' farm
Jest at a time w hen he needed you th'
most, he's proud o' you. Jest as long
as you don't ast father fer any money,
either directly er thro' mother, he's
proud o' you.
But mother is tli' one. She believes
ever'thlng you tell her. She knows
you have t' hurry away an' that where
you've been workin' has had t' close
down till you git back. You're her
boy an' things can't git along without
you.
(Copyright, Adams Newspaper Service.)
Universal Thanksgiving.
Some call November the dreary
month of the year, the black sheep of
the 12; and yet It Is the month of
thankfulness, the completion of the
fruitage of the year. In the woods
the squirrels are industriously at work
among their last gleanings before cold
weather sets in, their happy "chee
cheeree" joining with the calls of the
blue jays and crows and smaller birds
in the universal paean of thanksgiv
ing. In the underbrush and in the
meadows the mice, too, are harvest
ing, with their hearts full of gladness.
Bees are buzzing over goldenrod and
wild asters and other late flowers ; the
quail that have escaped the hunter
are. like Ruth, gathering the last
grains in the fanner's fields ; while the
farmer himself and his boys are load
ing the golden pumpkins into the b!g
farci w*jr;>ns to carry away for winter
storage for use by both the family and
the cattle.
"PRAISE THE LORD!"
Thanksgiving Song in Bos
ton Harbor Rings in
the Ears Today.
' raise ye the Lord!" The psalm
i \ I / today
Still rises on our ears,
.X. Borne from the hills of Boston
bay
Through five times fifty years.
When Winthrop's fleet from Yarmouth
crept
Out to the open main.
And through the widening waters swept,
In April sun and rain.
"Pray to the Lord with fervent Hps,"
The leader shouted, "Pray;"
And prayer arose from all the ships
As faded Yarmouth bay.
They passed the Scllly Isles that day.
And May-days came, and June,
And thrice upon the ocean lay
The full crb of the moon.
And as that day. on Yarmouth bay,
Ere England sunk from view,
While yet the rippling Solent lay
In April skies of blue.
"Pray to the Lord with fervent lips,"
Each morn was shouted, "pray;"
And prayer arose from all the ships,
As first In Yarmouth bay;
Blew warm the breeze o'er western seas.
Through Maytime morns, and June.
Till hailed these souls the Isles of Shoals,
Low 'neath the summer moon;
And as Cape Ann arose to view,
And Norman's Woe they passed,
The wood-doves came the white mists
through,
And circled round each mast.
"Pray to the Lord with fervent lips,"
Then called the leader, "Pray;"
And prayer arose from all the ships,
As first In Yarmouth bay.
Above the sea the hill-tops fair
God's towers? began to rise,
And odors rare breathe through the air.
Like balms of Paradise.
Through burning skies the ospreys flew,
And near the pine-cooled shores
Danced airy boat and thin canoe.
To flash of sunlit oars.
"Pray to the Lord with fervent Hps,"
The leader shouted, "Pray;"
Then prayer arose, and all the ships
Bailed into Boston bay.
I 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 lay the sea.
"Praise ye the Ixird," 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.
'Tralse ye the Lord!" Primeval woods
First heard the ancient song.
And summer hills and solitudes
The echoes rolled along.
The Red Cross flag of Kngland blew
Above the fleet that day.
While Shawmirt's triple peaks In view
In amber hazes lay.
"Praise ye the Lord with fervent lips,
Praise ye the I-ord today,"
The anthem rose from all the ships
Safe moored In Boston bay.
The Arabella leads the song?
The Mayflower sings below.
That erst the Pilgrims bore along
The Plymouth reefs of snow.
Oh! never be that psalm forgot
That rose o'er Boston bay.
When Wlnthrop sang, and Endlcott,
And Saltonstall, that day;
"Praise ye the Lord with fervent lips.
Praise ye the Lord today;"
And praise arose from all the ships.
Like prayers In Yarmouth bay.
That psalm our fathers sang we sing,
That psalm of peace and wars,
While o'er our heads unfolds Its wing
The flag of forty stars.
And while the nation finds a tongu?
For nobler gifts to pray,
'Twill 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 to
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 of Boston bay,
Your prayers have crossed the centuries
wide
To this Thanksgiving day!
We pray to God with fervent lips.
We praise the Lord today,
As prayers arose from Yarmouth ships.
But psalms from Boston bay.
? Hezeklah Butterworth.
- All Should Be Grateful.
There Is something about the shock
ed grain in the fields, the heaps of
yellow pumpkins, the stubble of the
cut corn and wheat, even the blue
gray of the November sky which bends
low like a benediction that speaks
of plenteousness, of fruition, of God's
loving care. It is the universal thanks
giving, the uplifting of all hia crea
tures' hearts in praise.
IMPOSSIBLE
"Say, Petle sot dere's some kids dat
gits tolkey when It ain't Thanks
KivlnV
"Aw ? say ? yous knows wot a liar
Petle la."
THAT ELUSIVE BIRD
Sad Story of Two Men
Who Went Forth Gaily
to Slay a Turkey.
THE CONFIDENT START
THE TRIUMPHANT STRATEGY
THE TURKEY'S OBJECTION
THE TURKEY'S DEPARTURE
THE OBSTACLE ENCOUNTERED
THE FINAL TRIUMPH
SEEMS TO FIND LITTLE JOY,
Possibly Premonition of Its FatO
Makes the Turkey Such a Con
firmed Pessimist.
The turkey Is a serious bird. The
expression written on his bill, as he
looks mournfully out over the world
or walks solemnly, his long neck sway
ing here and there in search of the
passing grasshopper, is that of a set
tled melancholy due to the certainty
of fate and to the hereditary loss of
his illusions.
For, ever since the days of the Pil
grim Fathers, the lives of countless
generations of the turkey family have
been cut short In their prime by sud
den and bloody tragedy. What would
be the effect upon the minds and
hearts of a human family If every
member of It for 300 years back had
met a violent and bloody end just upon
reaching maturity? A pall would hang
over the annals of the house. Despair,
fixed and settled, would be written
into the very constitutions of Its mem
bers, and life would become a burden,
a curse almost too great to be borne.
It must have been that one of the
Pilgrim Fathers, viewing the end of
the turkey as symbolic of that of
man, wrote that cheerful ditty which
our ancestors were accustomed to
sing in their gathering for divine wor
ship:
Thy years are one eternal day.
And must thy children die so soon?
? Minneapolis Journal.
Joy in Thanksgiving.
It is a pity that so few pious peo
ple have learned how to participate
In the deep happiness that is con
tained in thanksgiving to God for
events that bring Joy or for happy
days. If some Joyous event comes
quite unexpectedly or long desired
Into our life, if father or son returns
from the war, if convalescence comes
at last, if a victory is won. how warm
and generous then rises the impulse
from the soul's depths to seek a
Spirit whom one can thank for It
all! Happy he who knows then the
way to the throne of God! Then the
vibrations of the soul ring out a Joy
ous thanksgiving to God. This
thanksgiving to him to whom in faith
we attribute the event gives It Its
s1gntficap.ee, gives it place in a vast
er, holy process, that Is above all oth
er things.
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TWO GOOD FARMS I
For Sale at Auction For Cash
I will offer for sale to the highest bidder for cash, 011
December 15th, 1917
two good farms, near the County Home. One farm has
126 acres, with three horse crop cleared. The other has
42 acres with a one horse crop cleared. Good pastures on
each place.
Time of Sale: Saturday, December 15, at one oclock
K M.
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Smithfield, N. C., Route No. 1. ?
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