Show j 7 Il 1he lj iJ1hci fljl1n r y II 1 iIf 1 It t I I G lJljU t fj f r t I It I I t I jlj J S a i N al I Wi j 1 f J L 1 J v I I V l S lQ b r n t II y r i 1 Humph said Father Bighead lay I + InS down his paper impatiently X I things have come to a I pretty pass 1 when a new nation can be made in a 1 J + I my Theyll be hanging out a sign cl clV j j Republics I while you wait I pretty foon I I V + I foonIley inquired Aunt Susan over her i f spectacles Ice I What said Mother Bighead mildly mild-ly 1 j Whats a pretty J pass pa put In 1 In I Willie 1 Three weeks the of ago Department o n i I t I pill 1 1 1 II j II I i h iI j I l I 1 I I I I a i I III I r I m + N li I 1 t l i IMI I I 1 1 r 1 li t 1 a fri I ri It l 1 y lPi I r c hi r > 1 1 c i I t 1 t i r ite t I 1 t Ili I j Panama belonged to Colombia now We m have the republic of Panama recognized I 1 by the United States and Franco and m 1 Its Minister received into our diplomatic I diplo-matic corps Its ridiculous Father I I Ulghead brought down his list on the 1 back of the chair 1 Y n Well for my part snapped Aunt 1 It Susan I think President Roosevelt c + did Just right to recognize the poor 1 II J Minister I dont care whether he came 1 t from Panama or the Russian archlpel il ago A man of God should always be I treated with respect Silas BIghead I I agree with Silas Susan I dont I 1 think n clergyman ought to be mixed i I up In bloodshed said Mother BIghead i Bloodshed Clergyman Not a drop r of blood spilt Knocked in several tf i hogsheads of whisky Ill be bound but I the patriots didnt waste any blood 1 i 1 i 1 i r rf t 1 t f I + r I 1 1 t t ji 1I r t d HHJ YLD1 D m + wire PaI l m r a 1 Who said anything about clergymen I tell you Panama has declared iU Independence of Colombia ami the United Uni-ted States has recognized the piovi uloiial government and has received the Minister the man who represents then the-n w government at Washington See Say pa wheres Panama Never heard of the Isthmus of Panama Pan-ama I suppose grunted Father Bighead Big-head Irritably picking up his paper again Hush Willie Its whore they make hats said Mother Bighead Its where they dont build canal paid Father Blghead Russia and Japan will compromise he continued reading aloud Yes theyll compromise compro-mise the way the spider and the fly didHo How was that pa The splder + ate the fly Japans the fly See But my dear protested Mother Bighead r have always heard Russia Rus-sia called a beat Well have it boar then Japans a nice fat pig that Russia Is afraid will grow up before she gets her teeth Into it She likes the taste of Manchuria so well that she wants to gobble Korea for a salad course and finish up with Japan for dessert Gracious exclaimed Aunt Susan hI didnt know the Russians were can I nibuls Land cannibals I ho worst kind Russia has lSO000 troops in Manchuria and eastern Sibeiia today and yet Japan asks her to evacuate The lull chl rant + will talk Russian when you i and lure dead l anti burled T dont want to talk Russian pa No indeed said Aunt Susan no more you shant And the paper said the other day that English was to bo the universal language Silas Uighead What asked Father Blghead > lost In Ills newspaper again hell Im glad those English cducitors are coming I com-ing over to see our schools Theyll I find America has a school system to I be proud of and Mr Motelcy is i a manu man-u sense to bring the big bugs over to find it out for themselves Mercy what do we want any more bugs for asked Mother Bightad The janitors have hard work to keep thc school = buildings clean now Not insects snorted Father Bighead Big-head Touchers professors wayup educational men Im glad theyre professors we hear so much about the heathen coming to our land Its a good thing to have a few professing Christians mixed In ventured Aunt Susan And theyve found nnolhel lot of old manuscripts down south of Cairo mme more scriptures Scriptures Silas Bighcad T wont listen to what that awful paper says about the Bible and Aunt Susan rote In her wrath and carried off tho paper Marys Thanksgiving By J A L age 1GJ CHAPTER I Within the kitchen of a rude ranch house In western Idaho on a sunny June morning not many years ugo stood a young girl cooking the evening meal One might tell al a I glance her nationalIty national-Ity for her violet blue eyes raven hair and delicate oval face all bespoke the land which the shamrock claims its own As Mary Ryan for that was her j name flew hither and thither about her J work she hummed the air of the Irish Immigrants Lament that sadly beau tiful song so dear to all sons of Erin I And as her clear young voice died away in the words I p Oh Erin my country though sad anti for snhen In dioams I revisit thy seabeaten shore But alas in a far foreign land I uwakon And sigh for the friends who will meet me no more Her lovely eyes filled with tears for her i thoughts had traveled back to the friends who would meet her no more Marys mother had died but three years before and Daniel Ryan In order to live clown his grief had come with his daughter to the United States the land where everyone as he supposed could succeed He finally drifted westward west-ward where the only position obtainable obtain-able was that of an overseer for the cowboys on a cattle ranch His rather meager income was increased by his daughter who took upon herself the task of housekeeper And thus It was we find her cooking the evening meal for the dozen or more lusty cowboys who would soon gallop up to the house with appetites made hearty by exercise in the open air Mary had Just completed com-pleted her task when she heard hoof beats on the path outside and upon goIng go-ing to the door she beheld a sight which was pitiable in the extreme Upon n poor half starved horse sat a middle aged man ragged tired and sick He I asked for a nights lodging saying that he felt ill and < 1 was unable to go farther I Her tender heart could not refuse the cry of a needy one and she accordingly gave him the use of a room which though bare was a haven of rest to the wearied man lie however remained longer than one niGht lor the ranch doctor being called in pronounced his case one of typhoid fever And now the task of nurse was added to Marys already al-ready long Hl t of duties Jn this capacity she often had long talks with the strange man and she thus learned that his name was William Wil-liam Taylor and that he was a miner who had so far I been unsuccessful In his quest for the golden metal How over 1 Mary finally nursed him back to health and one morning In the latter part of August the traveler took his departure de-parture leaving no remittance whatever for the kind l treatment received but a hearty clasp of the hand and words of g c q a t I ti IL 9 I i ll Jt < P i Yi I ijJ a tCP = = r = r t r J > 0 < I 1J i A Bountiful Table by Rodney Hillara Age 11 Years thanks which came from a grateful heart CHAPTER H Again we find 1 Mary in her accustomed accus-tomed place the kitchen Without allis all-is white a trackless expanse of virgin snow stretches as far as the eye can see Mary is thinking of Thanksgiving the day of which the cowboys had been speaking so much of late Hut for what was Mary thankful Her life was one of unbroken monotony with never any little amusement to brighten the days drudgery At last with a quivering lip and a heavy heart she was about to return to her work when she heard someone at the door and upon opening it whom should she sec but her old acquaintance ac-quaintance 13111 Taylor In the course of their conversation Mary learned that Bills dream was at last realized and that he was a comparatively wealthy man having struck it rich in the Klondike After a pleasant afternoon spent with his benefactress Bill left nobler girl than 111 hail never 1 lived At last when ill had left and Mary was preparing to retire she thought that after all there Is sons pleasure In everyones life aunt 1 that on this glad Thanksgiving day she Indeed had something some-thing for which to be thankful Finally ar she lay thinking of the men who had given her such pleasure she gradually drifted + Into dreamland I with the words of the good old Book floating through her mind Cast thy bread upon the waters and in many days it shall return re-turn Sketch oft Boys 75y Minnie Brim age 12 The dictionary says a boy is a male child a male beyond the period of infancy in-fancy hence a con There are many types of boys in i eluding large boys small boys iat boys thin boys short boys tall boys had boys and a few good boys All boys are a nuisance Nobody ever denied it excepting the boys them Kulves < They think the world could not revolve I without I t them Boys are very rough and very careless care-less Their mothers are always expecting ex-pecting them to be brought home on stretchers with bioken necks cracked skulls or missing limbs But luck must lie their friend for they usually get through life pretty smoothly Most boys have two faces A pleasant pleas-ant one while taking off peoples gates and hanging them high up on telegraph poles while playing the gentle game of football while dragging a heavy sled up a t steep hill when the coasting is good or when they throw loose t snow down the < girls necks l but their faces change when their mothers call them to run an errand chop wood or do their chores Uoys use these elegant expressions ones just plain fellers and tome of the big boy arc called beaux I have heard It said that some boys are considered i useful But as I have no brothers I cannot tell in what respect Marys Thanksgiving By Ralph 11 i Wells age 12 1 J Mary was sitting in her room thinking think-ing Her mother and father were dead and she was In an orphan asylum in a large city She had seen a dozen big turkeys in the kitchen that morning so she knew that the children were going to have a line dinner that clay But it was not that that she was worrying wor-rying about It was about her little sister sis-ter who was going to be taken away l The day before a lady had called at c I ThLaIa LIt Id < It l lr I 1 I 1 I r V Laura Weber Age 13 Years d without giving her the slightest hint as to the surprise he had in store for her Upon leaving the ranch he Immediately Immediate-ly betook himself to the nearest general merchandise stoic which was about live miles away Here he found the cowboys gathered together to spend an evening talking over the good times of I long ago After much talking and explaining < Bill proceeded to order a list of eatableswhich was unmistakably suggestive I of Thanksgiving When his task was accomplished Ell and the boys left for the ranch where they pre sontefl Mary with the articles with which to prepare a Thanksgiving din j lied It goes without saying that Mary did her beat and on Thanksgiving Thanksgiv-ing evening when the men were ubhered Into the room a sight met their < eyes which was never to be forgotten A cheap but spotlessly white tablecloth table-cloth had been spread upon the rough pine table which was loaded with all the good things of the season A tempting little porker with an apple in his mouth held the position usually occupied by the timehonored turkey which of course was unobtainable on a ranch while cranberry sauce pump kin pies and ill he I other accessories were 1 not lacking At the head of the table flood Mary lobcd in n simple white gown the finest dregs In her meager mea-ger wardrobe while the beauty of her naturally lovely hair was heightened by a II few prigs of holly that had been presented pre-sented to her by one of the cowboys who had found them In surrounding hills 1 am sure anyone can imagine the happiness written onevery countenance that eienhu g At the close of the banquet ban-quet one of the cowboys piopoed a toast to Miss Ryan the fairest of the daughters of Ireland and the cheers echoed and reechoed through the old I house Marys cheeks took on the hue ot the red I red rose and l every man deep down In his heart thought that a fairer Aintt It bully Youre nutty Oh cut It out etc I Boys loc to see dog fights Curious Isnt it When boys are little boys or kids they do nothing but make trouble When they are n little larger they hate school but just love to play tricks on people When boys arrive at the age of sixteen six-teen they part their hair In the middle wear their hats on one side and think themselves just too cute for anything Boys arc always saying that a girl can never pass a mirror without looking look-ing In Some boys do worse than that Boys have been seen to draw from the depths ot their pockotr little bound lookingglasses and small combs They brush up a hit pocket the said articles and look around to see if I anybody was looking on Of course nobody ever was Little boys are called kid larger the office of the home She came to take Marys sister away Mary met her at the door and told her that her father and mother were dead and that she had no other friend in the world except her sister and begged her not to separate her from Ruth who I was her sister I Mrs Thomas for that was the lady who was going to take Mary and Ruth I I had already made arrangements with the home ofllciuls In order to take them home with her that morning Mary knew that the children at the asylum were goIng to have a good time j but she knew also that they never had < 1 had and maybe never would have such a good time and a dinner as she would I have at Mrs Thomass on Thanksgiving j I day J i I i 1 Teacher Spell l then Jessie aged C The n I Teacher Now when the t is taken I away what umalus U sheUlrty cups and saucers mostly I The Baby By I Kosi Farrell age 111 The Baby pushed back its golden hair from its eyes and looking around saw no one In sight It started for the bate its rag doll clutched tightly In its i arm Oh to be out in those green meadows when the COM were eating the tender green grass to pick the yellow buttercups butter-cups und piny In the pond where the graceful white ducks sailed majestically up and down the smooth surface of the lake making little ripples with their rings Vain hope the gate was locked The Baby leached up UK small chubby chub-by hands < 1 but t could not reach the latch Its lips began to pout Its blue eyes to fill with tears but like the Hun coming com-ing out on a rainy day its face cleared off and a ule gurgling laugh Issued forth from between Its parted lips The Baby ran alone the side of the fence until it reached a small hole cautiously cau-tiously It looked around and then squeezed throuch The small legs I fairly flew across the I dusty roadway and the Baby reached I the opposite fence In safety The Baby not knowing tine mysteries of barbed wire fences clambered through icceiviiic several scratches and tearing its dainty white dress into shreds but what were those injuries to be compared to being free in a large field with big mowmows an petty duckies iii The Babys eyes were filled wilh wonder won-der as It gazed at the cows but one I cow tormented by Hies I swung its tail around and lashed the admiring infant I in the eyes I The Baby bejran to cry 1 expecting the t-he grabbed up and hugged In mothers loving arms but no mother l came HO the Indignant Baby waddled off to where the pretty buttercups grew A be < came hovering over and lit on the Babys cheek evidently taking it for some delicate wild rose but the Baby not liking the bees intrusion I brought down Its tiny fist upon the bold intruder receiving a sling on Its pretty I 1 little brow The Baby looked around for some consoling words but only the moo of the big white cow was to be heard The pain was exquisite but the Baby bore up bravely and started for the pond It threw rooks and 1 sticks at the ducks but us luck would have it it threw in the much beloved rag doll instead in-stead of a stick I I The ducks thinking It some huge bug piomplly I took possession of the hapless doll and carried it off The 1 1 Baby in Its efforts to rescue that I forlorn creature noon followed 1 It but t scrambled out dripping wet Tt could endure no more and falling on the brass It sobbed bitterly and after It had vented vent-ed Its wrath on everything in general It 1 fell < < asleep When It opened Its eyes the Baby found itself In its own little bed with I its mother bending over it and 1 It wondered won-dered what made that glad light In its mothers eyes Marys Thanksgiving fly Ida Spencer age 301 The smoke rose straight from the chimney and the trees around the little I cottage stood bare I But Inside there was warmth in the kitchen stove Mrs Morris had cakes 1 and plen and a large fat turkey on the table The tablecloth hung over tho + back of a chair I It was white as snow Mary Is coining home for ThankH giving staid Mrs Morris as nhe put the cranberries on the table She IHt rant ra-nt been home for a long time Today as I think it over the old scenes come back again I can seL t mothers anxious face looking through the window watching for me to come I 1 1 sJ 1 Vi t JV rl S M ai 1 f t t 1 lf t tr a 1 Y I I Gi I > 7 uj 41ttf lIp e l-Ip i frAL4 I I i I i 1 t J G I 1 tip a 1 I J < q t 1 It d II Am Not Dead YetEmmn JbT Zane Age 10 Years I said Mary as she was on the train almost al-most there I School Contest PrizeWinners filch JiChonl J Wasntch T Oqulrrh i Lowell 1 I l Hamilton 1 I Sunnier 1 Washington 1 Rowland Hall i Unlvcisily training Hdiool Miss Hnydcns school j l Eureka Utah schools 1 Subjects for December Fcr Stoilos Ono Christmas 12vo For Drawings What You Please For Photographs Bleak December For Miscellaneous CompctilloiiTIie I wrIte may select subject 1 Correction We regret that the names under the j two drawings of A Bountunl Table > in 4 last weeks Issue 1 were accidentally cx chungcd tho lamer drawing was the work of Hollo Gallachor and the smaller was drawn by Howard Wells j A Catastrophic Brown to ncllhhor 1 Tluic was a kind of nmew tiny la your I backyard last night old man wiMit j there I Robinson Well yes but it was all nv Inij to tin pnsHllunimoasc behavior of our Told T-old Tom Brown 1 Int rruplinflrt Ah now you aro J showing a want of feline Fun j j g f i A v r J > J I tTIy 1 I o f IJ I I 0 c JL1 r I i y y J I t 11 Y J r > 1 c 1 A 1 t 1 |