The Fairmount News from Fairmount, Indiana on November 21, 1921 · Page 15
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The Fairmount News from Fairmount, Indiana · Page 15

Fairmount, Indiana
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Monday, November 21, 1921
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SECTION THE FAIRMOUNT NEWS " PAGE SEVEN A Financier. "iry wife watches the butter and Preparing Utanhginng Fcall The kitchen has an incense sweet. And pies bedeck the window seat. The good things cooking seem to whet The awful apatite we get. ! eg-jr market closely." John Flanagai "Speculating?" they are higrh ar.d pays back when they are low." "What's the matter?" asked , the rooster, "more absent mindedness?" "Yes," replied the hen, "I cat never find things where I lay them."' The Dependable Dealer in Dry Goods, Clothing and Shoes TWO I! rl-x v $rfi . VI III' r Wi W. I. I si f- V?" A V t f I "rr.. Ml The Store that is selling the third generations of the same families their merchandise. McKinley 616 E. Wsington t. FAIRMOUNT, IND. Carries a line of Fancy and Staple Groceries, Cured and Fresh Meats, Cigars, Tobacco, Notions Butter and Eggs Our Specialty Why are the third generations continuing to buy thus? t if ul of Thanksgiving poems Is "We Thank Thee, by Kmerson. It runs: For flowers that ynom o'Jr fet; For tender era??, so fresh, so sweet; For sore of irris anl hu:n of bee; For a'.l ihincs fair we h.-ir or see. Father in heaven, we thank Thee. Because of Dependable Merchandise and Prices. M ' TT" Kino nf m unit hlie of skv; : For pleasant shade of branches high; : For fragrant air and cooling breeie; '. For beauty of the blooming trees, I Father in heaven, we thank Trade at the Sanitary Grocery where count. Come let us reason i ' s in mot of her poem. a devout The son John gne to the ,,, lSHt orvndos Phoebe Carv's humor. city to get an education and for the n Th-nfe-rfvin- u is an an- I pay cash for my goods; keep my expenses down lo the lowest possible point and give the customers the benefit of the saving. peal to the grown-ups on this day to make a trip back to their childhood, and is marked by the felicitous simplicity of the writer: O men. ero w n s'ok with toil and care. time be'r.g he is .aught by the glamour of city life. But the concluding stanza in which he tells of his return n Thanksgiving day shows that the luster of the city ofTered him but a fleeting inducement. AnJ so the simmer faded out. and the The poets of the present and of the rast have embodied their gratitude for t-e blessintrs the rear in verse. At tiRies the bunlen of their song has Incorporated the time-honored custom by hich one dav of the year is set apart f r the gtving of thanks. rerhap Thanksgiving roorJIs to them mother's ir.cenutty and skill in making pumpkin pies, and so in a quaintly humorous way the poet pays tribute to the pumpkin and the prod-vet thereof. Again the spirit of these Xovemlr poeu.s enlMlies a Thanksgiving joy and freedom from sorrow ; for health and hairiness; for things spiritual and physical. At any rate, ever since Thanksgiving has been proclaimed, a national ! Leave for a whiifi the crowded mart. O women, sinking with despair. Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forcet yo'.sr years today and come As f Hirer, bavk to childhood's home. ! Fol'.-'win acain the win.iir.-r ri'.'.s. autumn wore away. Ar.d a keener w-rtrr never fetched ar.vjr.d T! arkscivirt" day! Aril as I turned art 1 looked around, sme or;e riz r:p ar.d bent And r" his arms round Mother's neck. and lauehed in low content. I Men's and Boys' j! footwear! And Up-to-Date Gc to the places where you went When, climbinjr up the summer hilis. In their green laps you Silt content And softly leaned yo'ir head to rest On Nature's calni and peaceful breast. It's rr:e." he says "your Tool twy John ror.e back to shake your hand; ohn Flanagan Fairmount, Indiana -.-7 o--wn w.n ' i . i wiin ju, i ar.d rr.ake you understand Shoe Repairing I! Brown Brothers II holiday the poet has found inspiration : How -arer y:t than all the world is this for his art ar.d by means of his veres ! ei hone that we Then the old lady of the poem goes on t tell that she lias just wine from 1 Sarah's, who lives in a sort of a pa- ; lace in the city, and has creams and ; salads, made by a French wok. that "cost a fortune." However, thinjrs j didn't quite suit her nt her niece's. I a b a- ! "Will ser.d ThankssnVm m fer lite jest Mother, you and me!" j fel : S has awakfi'.vd a sympathetic chord in the breasts of nany men and women. Al:houj.h i early &L of the of i.:tcor..b lUIey c ntaia an essence of this spirit of gratitude with tireenleaf Whittier wrote of j , . , , . - aim an int nation 10 an oin-ra?:iionel i the pumpkin, an.! in the pem of that - ... ,. . , ,, ' ! . , . . , 1 1;atiKi:iv'.ns dinner suits her well. . title he says, in part: i the t-rt:' ir orxier Of thin"" 'ne of ' ' How I run on. Well, thark you, neigh- ' these are speeitka'lv devoie,! to the Ah- Thanksrivir.jr day. when from ; bor; I e you want to 8o. j ,f . East and from West. I'm cm-n to Thankssnvln ; your good ! i.y iiv.4. Axuong the ro.n Krom North an.j from South come the . el 1 ways I know; entitled "Thauksgiving" is one of the j pilsrim and truest. An' my mouth waters; dear old friend, best. I When the pray-haired Xew Englander there's tears in these itm eyes. I sees round his board 5 For I shall taste the flavor of mother's , Let us t thankful not only because The old broker, links of affeotion restored; j pumpkin pies. Sir.ce Ust our universal thanks were i When the care-weiried man seeks hie s told ; mother race mere. Another poetess, Mrs. Margaret ' We have grown greater In the world's j Ar.d the worn matron smiles where the j Samrster, wrote this verse on the . apdause, ! girl smiled before; ! "Thanksjrivin' Pumpkin Pies": And fortune s newer smiles srrass the - What nwstens the ar.d what br.ght- , - -- Vf Thank c'j ? er.s the eye ; So you bid me to Thank sari vin. ; What a'.is back the past, like the rich j you, neighbor; it is kind But thankful for all things that come as pumpkin pie? alms i From out the crtn hand of Providence, i "T ""-."i" ;"ir fif-Ti fi? i i: "i . : To ket-p a plain old body like myself so mu'.Ji in mind. Here I've heon sittin all alone, and a mist before my eyes, A-thinkin', like a simpleton, on mother' pumpkin pies. The xiir.ter ciouds ar.d storms the sum- . vtl -w , The object of Thanksgiving . j : - . - 1. r i. . I mer caln.s The sleepless dread the drowse of in- 1 QdJ IS ID IdKC US UdtIV VI mc i . accds of life to the supreme t The tendency is to get I. gcod Let us be thankful thankful for the prayers Wi-...?- gracious answers were lor.g. A :o;i? l v Ti': K. Xoyes is very ai ii;ue, m, e it has Thanksgiving I for a suh.iect. j For every dty of jtfe we're livin?, j Thanksgiving! j absorbed in things and forget f ;i their spiritual value. Tharks- J fe Qui giving day reminds us cf spir- ij itual v.!ues. lonar decayed. That they mieht fa'l upon us unawares. And t.ess us. as in greater need we frayed. For friends assembled 'round the board, 1 j Thanks we're piving. For every blesir :r. srreat and small, Thanks give we all! j ! present, none Then thanks for the let us b thankful for the loyal hand That love held out in welcome to our own. When love, ar.d only love, could understand The need cf touches we had never known. While it was not written especially in reference to our national toast of Thanksgiving. Keats "Ode to Autumn" is generally considered a poem of the season. The first stanza runs: sweeter nor better E'er rnoked from an oven or circled a piatter. Fairer hards never wrought at pastrF more fine. Brighter eves never watched o'er its bak- 1 During the holidays for many years past it has been our' policy to offer some rare money- Season of mists and yellow frultfulness! Let us he thankful for the longing eyes ' n? than thine; That gave their secret to us as they j And the prayer which my mouth Is too wept, j fud u express Tet In return found, with a sweet sur- j Swells my heart that thy shadow may prise. I never grow less; Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and b1es Willi trait the vines that round the thatch-eaves run. To bend with apples the rross'd cottage trees. Love's touch upon their lids, and, smil i That the days of thy lot may be strength- ened below. And the fame of thy worth, like the . pumpkin vine, grow And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core Ana tny lire De as sweet ana Si To 8Well the .urd arvj plum the ha, et shells Golden-tinted and fair as thy own pump- wuh a wept ken,el. to set budding more, kin pie. And still more, later flowers for the bees, . Until they think warm days will never The poem, "For an Autumn FestI- cease. val, by the same author. Is of a more For summer has o'erbrlmmed their serious and devout nature, as several clammy cells. saving opportunities to piano purchasers, and although times are different and pianos are scarce re are going to stick to our program of former years and make you this startling offer: A. New Player Piano $495-00 11 Sne rolls of your own choosing. Handsome player bench (piano finished.) One year's free regulation service. t - , Beautiful silk or velour scarf. ' Pay a Little Each Month Our terms enables nearly any one to own a i s player piano. By making a small payment down we will deliver the player either now or for Xmas. You may start your monthly payments next year. Your silent piano or talking machine taken as. part payment. of the stanzas wiU testify. ing, slept. And let us, too, be thankful that the tears Of sorrow have not all been drained away, Tfcat through them still, for all the coming rears. We may look on the dead face of today. Will Carleton, the New England poet, strikes the universal note of thanks in his hymn, part of which follows : We thank Thee, Father, for all that Is bright The gleam of the day and the stars of the night; The flowers of our youth and the fruits of our prime. And the blessings that march down the pathways of time. We thank Thee. O Father, for all that These Go Well With the Turkey. To caramelize sweet pot noes after they have been parboiled, slice, dip In sirup or sprinkle with sugar and brown In the oven. Or small sections Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems of gold; Once more with harvest song and shout Is Nature's bloodless triumph told. Who murmurs at hts lot today? Who scorns his native fruit and bloom? may be dipped in caramel sirup pre- Or sighs for dainties far away, pared as for caramel custard bv Beside the bounteous board of home? brovrnlng the sugar anr addtng enough And let these altars, wreathed with water to make a thick stnip. Another flowers tray Is to bake the sweet potatoes. And riled with fruits awake again mash, season with butter and Dack In Thanksgiving for the golden hours, fh . t The early and the latter rain! . . , , , . spoonful of caramel slrnp over each Ore of the simplest and most beau- and ptlt In the oven to reheat. J o r i - r .rf " A, vi O6,enio75 mucri vjfio is ' Washington and Fifth Sts. Marion. is drear The sob ef the tempest, the flow of the tear; For never In blindness and never In vain Thy mercy permitted a sorrow or pain. The spirit of unemblttered resignation at approaching death Is expressed la a poem by Edith M. Tdiomas on A Last Thanksr!Ting., When It is time for me to go Time of the rose or falling snow Or when new winds wake vernal strife. This to the world Jv cherished so "I have been thankful for my life. When night and shade together flow. When dawns some scene I not yet know; Let me draw back one fluttering breath. To say, to all Tve loved below, "1 have been thankful la my death! -Itow John Quit th Farm- Is a narrative poem by the Hoosler poet. ' v. - 5 T: ThatJcful for Kttls; 1. , A rAtcful mine) is to vtrr-. r:d combine pathos as wl! a Quaint I- 1

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