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Show ALL KNOW THANKSGIVING DAY. Spirit of Festival Quickly Caught by Immigrants. Go Into the foreign quarter of any American city and ask on Italian or a Slav, or any oilier Immigrant, whether wheth-er ho colebrntos tho Fourth of July, and ho is likely to shrug his shoulders as he professes Ignorance of tho day, or answers: "No; It's nothing to me." AbIc him If he grows enthusiastic over Memorial day nnd you will 11 ml that It lcaes him cold. Hut Just mention Thanksgiving day and his fnco will light up at once. "Yes," be will tell you. "wo eat our Thnnksglvlng dinner like any other Americans, and go to church and glvo thanks and hnvo a good tlmo with tho youngsters In thc evening. Thanksgiving day means a lot to us, for wo have much to be thankful for." Tho Immigrants catch thc spirit of Thanksgiving day more quickly than that of any other American institution. institu-tion. The new Americans show this by tboir deeds and words, nnd tho ttorj of nn Immigrant who caught the spirit tho first dny ho landed Is typical, oven If In tho majority of casus it Is tint Imparted so quickly. On a blonk November morning an old Roumanian Hehrow landed In New York from Rills Island with hia wife and threo children. The harbor was wrapped In a mantle of fog, which hid from their cjcb the promise prom-ise of tho Stntuo of Liberty. It was a depressing scene. Tho old man's spirits sank and tho bnstlo and bustle of tho Americans frightened him nfter his quiet llfo In a Itoumnii-Inn Itoumnii-Inn vitiligo. Hut his oldest Bon, who had preceded his father to America and who had sent the money to bring the family over, mot him nt tho pier with a warm welcome. "Come right along, father,' ho cried. "Wo shall havo to hurry to get home In tlmo for dinner." And ho rushed the old man nnd the children Into a trolley car nnd took them over to tho East Side with all nosslblo speed. When they entered tho house, cold, tired, wet and hungry, nn Inspiring Econe met their eyes. A roaring flro blazed in tho grnto, tho American Hag was draped obovo tho mantel, and a good, old fashioned Thanksgiving feast was bpread out upon tho table. Tho turkey was there In all its glory, browned to a turn nnd stuffed to tho bursting point with chestnut flavored dressing. Big glass dishes full of cranberry sauce and celery Hanked It at each corner, nnd two bottles of claret stood sentinel at either end of tho table. Vogetablo dlBhes, cakes, sauces and gravy bowls filled up tho vncant spaces on tho board, whllo on n, side tablo tho pumpkin plo held sway, surrounded sur-rounded by n court of Jollies, blancmanges blanc-manges and tarts. Tho old man stared In amazement. All his llfo long, In his Roumanian village, he bad been used to black bread, potatoos and turnips, with meat as a raro treat threo or four times a year. Hero was a feast that might havo been sprend by the lord in his castlo. What wns tho meaning of it? What hnd happened to his son that he fenstod thus? It was no feast day of his faith. The son laughed at his father's surprise. "Sit down, father," ho said. "You must be hungry, and this Is a day when nobody Is supiioscd to go hungry hun-gry In America. It Is Thanksgiving day. "Hvcry man who, by tho sweat of his brow, has earned a Thanksgiving dinner for himself and his family is In duty bound to cat and drink and bo merry and glvo thanks for the blessings ho enjoys In this rich land . of freedom." , "Verily," responded the old man, "you havo much to ho thankful for when you can sprend such a feast as this, which Is only enjoyed by tho richest of tho pcoplo In tho lnnd of our birth." And ho and nil his faintly feasted and mado merry and rejoiced that they had como to a lnnd whoro such things wero possible. Now "iork Sun. |