Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 29, 1922, Page 7

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1922 THANKSGIVING LO A Story of Thanksgiving.’ There once lived a poor widow named Mary White. Her husband, who had been a inborer, died only a year before, and left her with fam- fly of four children. whe had to work very hard to buy food and clothes for her children, and you may be sure they aid not have any choice things to eat. nor any fine clothes to wear, Her oldest boy's name was David. He was not quite § years old. But he was big enough to help his mother & great deal, as any boy of that may do if, he only tries. David would take care of the baby, bring in the wood, see to the fire and do many other things, but above all he wanted to earn some money. A great many times David wished he was @ great man, s0 he could take care of his mother and brother and sisters. Then his mother would not have to stay up late at night working an she now did. | Now it happened that only a short! distance from David's home lived al rich but kind old gentleman. He had no relatives living, but he bad many friends, and David and his mother were friends of his. On day he met David going to a little store to buy! some brown bread which was the cheapest kind they could buy. “Hello David,” said he, “Would you like to earn sors money?” David's face shone witn delight, as he gave an|have a very nice plan for you chit-| tirst pumpkis. eager jump. “Oh! Yes, I should lke to Very much.” “Well the man who edits the Daily News could give youa job. Hurray over to his office and ask him, But wait a minute,” and he held out his hand with ever so many shining pleces of silver in ft, and a note for David's mother. Oh,” sald David, “why do you do this’ ‘These ere for your mother,” said the old man, ih! She will be so glad,” said David. ‘She won't know what to think. Well, t must be going now,” raid David. | He hurried over to the office and asked Mr. Myers if he could give him| a job. “Well, who are you and what is your name?” asked the editor in @ gruff voice. David promptly an-| swered, “My name is David White and I am a widow’ ion. My mother 1s very poor and I want to earn somo money.” The editor looked him over with a keen eye, and sald te himseif, “Well, i believe he is a fine Iad.”| Then he said aloud in a softer tone, “Well, David, I wili try you out and you may start carrying papers tomor-| Tow evening.” “Oh, good,”’ said Da vid, clapping his hands. “Thank you ever so much,"* and David went home,’ but told his mother nothing of what had happened. : | David saved his money, but many times Gid the kind old gentleman come over and give them money which was always cratef received It was nearly Thanksgiving, and David had in his little mind the desire! to bur a turke J other good things for thelr er When Thanksgiving day came Mrs. White did not know what to do, The yrari before they had had such a nice din.y ner and this year she was afraid they) Would have. nothing. That morning! when. David's mother went out for some wood, there In the doorway sho} saw a basket and it was a turkey,| gorn, and the makings of pies. Mrs.| White was overjoyed. Then she won-! ‘dered who had put it there. She thought it, must have been the kind old mah. Whom do you think it was? Why, David of course. Mrs. White then showed it to Da- vid who sald, “It was I, mother.” His mwther looked so astonished at these words, and she tiid not know what to| say at first, Then she asked, “Wher. did you get the money?” David an-| swered, “I've been selling papers and did ‘not tell you about it.” “Oh,| you good little boy, I don't know what! I would do if it were not for yol.” Then she got the Thanksgiving dinner ready, and !t was very good. But you know the old rhyme which runs:| “After joy comes sorrow, Laugh today and cry tomorrow.” A few minutes after they had got- ten up from the table, a messenger came, and the message read: “Dear Mrs. White: Your friend, Mr. Scott, died this afternoon. He made a willing saying that his money should be divided evenly amongst his! friends. Yours sincerely, MR. MYERS. | | At this ime every one felt sad even| He was 14 years old, and they ranged | though there was plenty of moncy for them now. “Mr. Scott was always so kind ‘to me,” cried’ David. “And he was the one that told me about the job, too,” They got over the sorrow after some time, and had plenty of money to last them until David was old/ enough tu earn money for the family. | HELEN SHEPPARD. Age 11, Sixth Grade, East Casper. Thanksgiving at Grand- | father’s. 1 ‘The enow was falling fast. Bessie; and Bertha «kept saying, Gid-dap Dolly, gid-dap Dan.” It seemed a long) journey, although it wasn't over five miles, At last they came tn sight of = big white farmhouse. “Hip-hurrah,”” shouted Dick, their little brother. They stopped and the big doors were| opened, and they went in. Big broth- er Robert took the sleigh to the barn. All their cousins and aunts were! there. 5 The children began to play games./ "They played a game of checkers on! the checkerboard. They read books and sang songs. They played a great many games. At last it was 2 o'clock and dinner} was ready. They had turkey, turntps, carrots, mashed potatoes, bria‘1 milk! and all the other good things you) could think of. The last thing they) had was a nite big piece of pumpkin pie. Then they sang some more and played a great many more garnes, Then it was time to go home. Bes- sie and Feftha said, it was a happr| Thanksgiving day and gave thanks) because they had that lovely dinner.} HELEN ROUSE, | Fourth Grade, Blk. School, jsiving had come again. They all sat RE. Cbe Casper Daily Cridune IN SONG AND PRO PAGE SEVEN. Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving et vee Bringing good cheer to each family The turkey ts ready so fat and sweet And some children are planning on very good meat econ be here, you Grandma has asked them to a dinner ®0 fine I only wish that Grandma were mine ‘The deep deep, snow is still on the ground And the children so gay are playing araund Thanksgiving is now but two days away _ The turkey must be killed and the pies must be made | The cupbomml is full of good thinzs! to eat now But after Thanksgiving it will loox how? GERTRUDE BERG. Age 13, Seventh Grade, East Cas: —————__ Betty and Billy Start a Thanksgiving Club. As I told you before in story these children were twins. will soon be Thanksgiving,” Bet sakl to her father one day. “Yes, that's so. my child, your mother and T another It dren.” “Oh, what is it” shouted the) children. Dancing up and down very excited to know what it was. Mr. Perry asked his wife if he could tell his children and she sald yes, So he told the children they were going to have a club and that he would dig a big cave for them to have the club in. As the children Uked this plan Betty said they would start fixing for it the next aay. “It is time for yeu, children to go to bed now,” sald Mrs. Perry. So the children went to bed feeling very happy. for thinking about the good time they Would have at the club. The next morning Hetty sItpped downstairs where her mother was picking a hicken. Betty took a nice soft feat er and went back vpetairs to Billy's room and opened the deor and went in. Billy was still sleeping, so Betty took the feather and tickled Billy's neck and made him wake up. “Come Billy,” she said, “and we will start the club.” “That's right,” said Billy, and hopped up. In two days they started it, and I will tell you whet they did. They took the name ot every one. Then they played games ane rved supper, Thon they all gave some money to the club or something nice; can you guess what it was? It was tn help the poor peo ple.. They ware going to save jt and buy a turkey and a pumpkin and a nic ner for the poor people. DOROTHY DAVIS, East Casper. oe Thanksgiving Day. Thanksgiving day {s almost here, The best day of the year, For then we have a turkey stuffed As full as it can be, Sixth Grade, And mother makes so many Of pumpkin, mince and appl It really makes e hungry Just to get a sniff. And then there are jams and jellies, To make you fairly ache! I would like to hav: two stomaches, Upon Thanksgiving Day. Then when the day is over, And we gather by the fire To tell some jolly stories About Thanksgiving Day. We will tell of all the good things We can be thankful for, And think how long it will be ‘Til next Thanksgiving day. IRENE VOLLMER, Age 14, Seventh Grade, East Casper. A Happy Thanksgiving. In a littls town in Ohjo lived a mother and five children. The father had gone to war enlisting as a doctor. The oldest boy's name was George. in age down to little Margaret, who was six months old. One day after thetr father had gone to France, George sald, ‘Mother since father has gone away I am go-| ing to sit at the head of the table.” So when Thanksgiving. day came George sat at the head of the table and passed the food. They didn’t have much food for the father had left them little money. Just as they were |getting up from the table the mail- man came, and brought a letter for Mrs. Shoemmker. As soon as she read it she gasped\and fainted. The letter contained the news of her hus- |band’s death. So George and Mary took her up to her room. They ‘brought a cold wet cloth and put it and I on her forehead and did all they could to revive her. When she was feeling better they went back to thelr work, sad with the knowledge of being fath- erless. Mary and Nellie washed the dishes and George chopped some wood while Bobble put the kitchen into 3is- | order as fast as the girls cleaned it up. It was a long sed winter that the children and thelr mother had, but at last a year had passed and Thanks- thinking of the last sad’ Thankagiv- ing. So when a loud knock was heard at the front door Nellie jumped up and ran to the door. There was very pleasant surprise awaiting them. The news of Mr. Shoemaker's death had been a mistake, and there he was standing in the doorway. There was a very mixed-up hugging and kissing, and the dinner was delayed for jlong time, but it was the happiest Thanksgiving they had ever had, and you may be suresthey were very! grateful. MARJOSIE VARCIL, Age 11, Sixth Grade, East Casper.’ Jee SS SS Yes, we're going to be cpen Thanks- giving for one meal from 5 p. m. until $ p. m. Wyatt eae 1-28 They did not sleep much | PUPILS’ CONTRIBUTIONS TO BE REGULAR FEATURE Stories and poetry published today on this page as a Thanks- Local instructors and educators best work possible. Y PUPILS | Emma's Pet Turkey, Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving Vacation. is crispy browr Little Margaret anc Bally were ple sa’ ting ready to spend their Thankssty ing vacation at Grandmas and Grand a’. Thelr ndfather me for em several days ahead of the great| They were excited to got! + Uncle Dante's x. it im all eat b t 7 nothing left but {started that they almost. forgot their) > ae Ses. weete take giving feature reflect great credit on grade school pupils who | But ther. plenty of 1 overshoes. At last their Grandfather tia their Ceandmen Sta faclaoy Sc cer cae contributed the material—the product of their talent. As af Small fruit stones was ready and away hey went. When "uo, ‘lr Grandn 228 pe ae: means of encouraging them in their work and at the same time * the three got to the farm Grandma | tree vet = furnish Tribune readers with much entertaining reading, the | Th* =isht Peet aah yg was waitiny to greet the children Tu" thel ae Warty wan’ the tet) Dani told 3 , publication of prose and poetry from these young writers will or: scat ap Peto esata All that day Margaret and Baily) 07 Me Tore, reser the table for dinner. be made a permanent feature of the Sunday magazine section. ec chunk’ seecutanam ara mat.’ Ta? from one place to another. Grand-| 7? NP. heen 4 hee > ie. Nenenes wes wattage i i “eg ae oo Snat- ma always has « lot of cookies and —?f You “ a mt elo ot wee man w . are cooperating in securing the CHARLES HOWARD. - |they ate ill Grandma sald thee woe @nd Grandpa. When Baily wae kegiving day Emma weuld 2, Sixth Grade. ¥ Seaper.... ue alee oh thy Glo Gag unane. ast golng to say he had beaten Mar- not go putdc morning. When — } ‘ his shoe @ broke. He then A was very ead. j || ‘Three days later Grandpa came Pr Bi iti ackeaimena Yr ix , +: from town with a turkey. Margaret net By th h i : for a ne y the om - - |A Turkey's Thanksgiving. sas nrst to eee it and cried out, "On, 22%, 8 NOW “aca s gy lihoge reat The Pumpkin’s Idea of ; A Thanksgiving Story. | aa ita ie ae nck Margaret wa a big tay in Pumpkin Pie. | Jack was out in the cornfield get- ting pumpkins for pies. After he had secured the largest ones he sat down to rest, Then one pumpkin started talking and #0 surprised Je that he could F ‘The first pumpkin jsald that he couldn't see why ate pumpkin pies. (In opinion cora ples would do), Recovering from his surprise, Jack said, “Corn pies would not be sweet but pumpkin ples are.” “But we are notgsweet sald the Jack said chat was right, pumpkins were not. sweet. | “But mother puts sugar in pumpki pies and eggs. too, but she could put them in corn.” “Are the eggs off an eg¢ plant.” asked the second pumpkin. | “Of course not, foolish,” answered Jack. | Then another pumpkin asked “Why don’t you make ples out of turnips or *xhes, or beans, or cucumbers, po {tatoet or peas or out of cats and doge or other things around here?" | “' /hy cats or dogs don't make good pies or any of those other things answered Jack getting kind of amused at the pumpiin's idea of ple, “Have st you ever tasted pie?” asked Jack, “No we have not,” snswered the pumpkin. | Well, anyway, you will make good} pie,” sald Jack. When he had sald this the pumpkins began to cry and say, “I'ma sorry we make good ples.”| The noise nearly made Jack deaf.! “Hush up,” he cried. Then he saw his little dog standing on his face look-| ing up a: him, anc got up and took the pumpkins into the house and jtold his mother all about his dream. | SDWARD M'ELYERY. xh Grade. Rast Casper. <_ Thanksgiving. Age 11 Elsie’s hool was « ‘Thanksgiv for the nildre to b hurrs « home ex Blsie is a little girl about 12 years old and belongs to a poor family, She was alone and walking very slowly, thinlk ing about what they would have for! thelr Thankegiving dinner. She did not see ha wthey could have any- | thing unusual, for her father had been sick a long time and {t seemed as if her mother could not even buy the} {things they really needed for their [little famfiy. She lifted her head and a happy smile came over her fa De. | Then she quickened her step and hur- {ried home to heip her mother! That jevening when the dinner was over, Jund the dishes were done, the little lramily was gathered in the livina- |room, They were all very happy be- ‘cause father was much better tonight. So Elsie brought a book and read them a bedtime story. Then the chil- Gren went to bed to draam of the good times the: would have the next |day, The children were up bright and early, but not before Bigie’s Sun- day school class had left a well filled {basket at the door. The children were very much surprised when they opened the door and found the basket. | What a jolly time they had finding jout what was in it. Then the children! helped with the work and mother got dinner. It was a very happy family that gathered atound the tabi eto eat jthe good th’ngs that heir kind friends had brought them. | | Elsie hoped the time would come when she could bring happiness jomeone else. ELINORE RESS, | Age 12, Sixth Grade, East Casper. | | —— t | The Mad Turkey. | Once there was a turkey that was as wild as a lion. The people who ,owned him did not want him. gave him to my father. | Barly one morning my father told me to kill the turkey. T went out- jdoors. I teased him for a while. He jRot mad, he did, yes sir, he got mad. I picked up the ax, He spread his ,tail and ran after me. I ran in the coal shed, got a rope and came out again. Then I climbed jon the coal shed and tried to rope him, First I roped a wheelbarrow. fell down off the coal shed. It didn’t hurt me, so I got on top of the |chicken shed. Tt had a flat top. After I had tried ten or fifteen times, I finally roped him. I fell off jand he ran around the house. T kept a hold of the rope. After a while the ‘rope caught on some bushes, and he fel! down, He could not get up. I got the ax and instead of chop- ig off his head T chopped off his! Then he could not run. too. That very moment my father came jout. He took the turkey by the hoad land took him to the back yard, He jlet go of his head and the turkey| chased him into the house. | My brother and T went out ané my ad did, too. It took al} three of us| jto chop off the turkey’s head. The! next day we had e feast. ii EVERETT LINDSTROM, Fourth Grade, North Casper. BAKING POWDER you use sess , quickly ever seen, and now they: were to lve | They bapPily ever a! th ay sat a big tur nd ready to eat. After Once upon a time there lived in a randpa, where did you get such - & big old turkey?” | Once here lived on a farm a man! asked Baily, named Mr. Gray and his wife. They ‘f™ yard a number of very was over Aunt Nelly ij rss P keys. The fattest of these the oth ‘There are lots of them In town. : Rc Signe c=: SO Abont a month ‘before ‘Thanksgiving | £3¥° him bis taebes widen, Send fwered Grandpa. piri pes a) a ee . ee en tp o ig ta © three Aeetriet bap Petia ged Pin tage Theorie He Ted feathers, In this farmyard also| The turkey was then turned out in : ma ao ie Kine thee ‘tibtam 4 told his fam-, i¥ed a fat little piggy, Fanny the cow/the yard. Baily asked, “What do you w aan ) that Thankegiy- ay ieee eee ee “3 jand a number of hens If you had/feed turkeys? He must be hungry ; all’ verse hase ber ckeaess Péeped into this farmyard the day| “ret us feed him, Grand 7 ‘ a Sinn a while he came back and said that/#0e" Fanny the caw, the fat little can feed the ducks a he couldn't find it, The little girt PISEY and the hens and the*turkeys said Margaret. Grandpa said that Went out to hunt for the turkey then,|*t#nding in a circle, and in the center/they could, and both ran to see who Yea, and soon she came back saying, that Of the circle stool Red Tip. He was! would be first to feed him. Bally got orth ske couldn't find it. The next day) Making a speech to the rest of theithere first because he was a boy Sp the mother went out to see if she/*@imals. “My dear friends,” he said,| After the turkey was fed they w a 2 “DP have 2 bad plece of news to tell couldn't find the missing turkey. tell Grandma how he ate, b | , * troll * you. Yesterday as I were strolling they got to Grandma the ay herve. ene ee Aie torat atare:|@Found the farmyard I overhéard our) found that she waa making a calc pace ie ae cat ibeky eet next Mistress talking to our master and) The children forgot what they Jiabic’ ane dal niate everybody | this is what she sald, “Oh, dear me,|came for and had to see how the ee ogee lig pl ber an ee eta received a letter saying that) cake was made. After a short time caane = mag turkey. He was ou ‘elatives are coming to spend Margaret said, “I wonder where tho Manik aun Vicor te Just ike the; TDenkesiving day with ue" “That is turkey is.” They ran out of doors to Se oe ae SUNS all. very weil with t {tr said | tind him but he was gone. Margaret i our master. “Oh! » nswered the ran into the house to tell Grandpa eb bing (hoi cori hous are th a Mastress. “But you know there in a \the turxey wae gone while Baily went strutting Into the _ ‘ard with 0) vast number them and so I willito look for him, After a short time bp eae ie sot exited ic nie ak‘ have to kill Red ‘Tip for the dinner,|/chey heard Baily yell. “Here he is!”| pineal ge emeisl relay bee ano as he ia the largest. It makes me very| Margaret ran to wee where the turke Naienten bad gate cers 3 eng | UHH! » even think of it, as he Is had e to. He was by the sate she had hid er nest) ay pave Qh dear! Oh dear! Anal nic 1 ; town by the old rail fence, After the| ti” heen to we 3 — ee Cee fi : family rd o bout it they were |°'s : Two tore days had no giad they hada't datertied the sarken | . The next day as the cook was about|ing children having. lots of fun om and they made lote.nf money from|*? Kil! Red hi oe p acon deel or turkey other things about the , yw min the gate, “Do not do that!” they). | ‘ eiceas 8 RR Oe nate. [appmioed), He daiso ‘pretty. Jt) would| = trgenscrow ia) Thabkiatiicg aialwe : i jr aphed be a shame to kill him.” “Ah dopn ma-| wit: have no mor> turkey te play 5 Fourth Grade, Elk Schoo * said the colored cook, “very glad! _ 5 er to git out of it,” The mistress ; A Thanksgiving Party. master were glad that Red Tip t pte S10 7° |would not have to be killed, And - ‘The day was getting gloomy and/7OU may be sure the animals were W ; very, very lonesome. The Ansel fam ‘iin « Ls - Bea P | § ily were discussing whether thoy al heey Sigeer BON ep Mee uu arior q could afford to have a turkey,and ai Garned Uright and hier wee Let Flowers Complete the Thanksgiving party or not. auioteia’ Mathis her SAVE YOUR HAIR “s aS we ois ; They had always been poor, and a proper, states . Thanksgiving Festivities few years ago Mr. Ansel had died,| TBanksgiving breakfast. “ Get Your Shampoos f leaving the famt'y very {ittle mone MARGARET CLORE, At the Orly Parlor in Town Us'ng if . tai his e sgh taluba ind UAlKSA ebOGE RE: tea 11, Sixth Grade. East Casper SOFT WATER if you are to entertain’ this ' ti an d about nd § 3 a rt : Mint st ; t when Mrs. Ansel consented, aay. Thanksgiving, let flowers, especi- & what merry Isughter there was! American Institute of Chem 3 0S BUILDING ~ Cueaeioa icda “Sher mothaen cs 24 4 : : ally Chrysanthemums; radiate that singers El meet in annual | phone 2593 For An Appointment , ? may take this money and go over to in Rt hone 2 An Appoi Va., the second ind Wiest ce ged ade fare cheer and brilliancy which always week of December. Me goes upstairs to straighten and completes a finished setting. clean the room we are to have vo * party In. Filizabeth heips me, Jimmy. F = 3 I will not forget you, you may do as] If you are ‘, bea a a gift 4 2 jyou lik | ry ry « Soon Marion came back with the flowers wiil sash beaes ostess eit g turkey, Nelle sald she was through express your grateful appreciation upstairs, Blizabeth’s work was done; 2 for the present, and little Jimmy was bustling about like everytt “Now T want every one of you o! dren to scamper out of here, excent Hlizabeth, for I am going to be busy for a while,” said their mother, and, soon every one of the children was) out of doors except Elizabeth who was} 14, the oldest of them all. The chil-| dren were all talking about what a} fine time they were going to have. | “Now that we have the children out of the house, you may write t! of her hospitality. The gorgeous blossoms themums carry, as do spirit of the season. Casper Floral Co. New Midwest Bldg. of the Chrysan- Lilies at Easter, the r Phone 872 1535 Wolcott inyitations, Elizabeth, while I make} the pumpkin ples, which will be a secret from the children." Elizabeth went to. the desk and started to write the invitations, when | all of a sudden there came a rat-a-tat | y at the door. “Who can it be?" said/ Elizabeth to herself, as she was going | to the door. She opened the door and there stood a man of a large and! strong frame, Elizabeth had never | seen him before.. | “Ts this the Ansel family?’ he in-! quired. “Yes, sir, ste> in and have & chair while I cal! mother.” She ran} to call her mother: “Mother, | there fs a man in the front room that! I have never seen before,” Mr. Ansel went to the room, si did not walt to say “How do you do” | but held up her arms and cried “Uncle| Joe!” He kad come home and brought! the most money the Ansel family had! May the Spirit of Thanksgiving ij Prevail Bounteously in Every Casper Home . And as far as the party is concerned, it turned out just is the reflection fine, and best of all Uncle Joe was to/| of radiant health - be there. MYRA COOK, | ¥ Age 11, Sixth Grade, BastCanper, To bis heoaiteh: all menne lack is the wall- Yes, we're going to be open Thanks rounded figure, sparkling eyes, curving cheek, until’8 p. m. Wyatt Cafeteria cherry lips and clear sues: Ghee comm lentes that untitl 8 p,m. Wyatt Cafeteria pened fit vibrant, glowing HEALTH. 5 TANLAC is nature’s great health builder OVER 30 MILLION BOTTLES SOLD > Do Your Christmas Shopping Earl BUY IN CASPER CARL SEARLES Dray and Transfer Phone 313 Building Materials Weare equipped with the stock to supply your wants in high grade lumber and build- ers’ supplies. Rig timbers a specialty. 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