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Show The Glad Old Days. Ah, for the age of Colonial holiday, Oft, for the time when Thanksgiving waa young! Don't you repine for the old way and Jolly way. Tinkle of tankard and spurting of bung? Didn't the welkin resound with a folly gay, Didn't the firelight vanquish the snow? Don't you feel sore for the bright days of yore Regard for the truth must elicit a NO. Those, to be sure, were the days of festivity. fes-tivity. Days when they dared to put brandy in mince; P:;itin. howover, was but one activity olvi1? were at door and the Indians, rn.-e Somehow the time didn't make for long-livlty; long-livlty; Thanksgiving dinner went oft with a whoop For as Pa carved Uie bird a commotion was heard. And showers of arrows came down In the soup. Those were the times when they hadn't a runabout Rollins them swiftly from theater to club; Movies were nix, and there wasn't much fun about Dodging the bear cat while hunting for grub. A murderous blunderbus, weighing a ton about. Went with them always on purpose to Iriquolsan with manners annoyin' In short, we prefer to be thankful today. |