The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 24, 1901, Page 3

alffje B> JOE CARE>- HE only trouble abo ut Thanksgiving— I have decided in thinking it over— Is that it takes so long for the helping, ‘Cepting for that boys would be in clover. Parts of the turkey are better than others, And grown folks sometimes are long in choosing, So every time that a plate goes by you You think what an awful lot you're losing. Often there comes that terrible feeling— While I am watching and waiting and smelling— “S’pose, when my turn comes, there shouldn’t be any."! I'm big, but I'm sure THEN I couldn’t help yelling. I think if a fairy should give me three wishes— (I don’t much believe any fairies are living) I should first wish for the sort of a dinner That would be perfect on every Thanksgiving In the town hall that’s as big as the church is, 1’d have a platform instead of a table, On it a turkey twice taller than I am, \ Everything big as the fairies were able; Cranberry sauce and just barrels of gravy, Buckets of squash and tall celery bunches, Monstrous plum puddings and pies big as cartwheels ("Twouldn’t be one of your delicate lunches!) I would invite every boy in the village— Nobody. else—to my wonderful dinner. Each one could just walk around on the platform Helping himself. Well, we wouldn’t be thinner When we got through and went off to play football— What did you say about washing the dishes? Clearing the platform? The fairies would do it— That would be bargained for in the three wishes. i il i