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Show Universal Thanksgiving. Some call November the dreary month of the year, the black sheep of the 12; and yet It is the month of thankfulness, the completion of the fruitage of the year. In the woods the squirrels are industriously at work among their last gleanings before cold weather sets in, their happy "chee-cheeree" "chee-cheeree" joining with the calls of the blue jays and crows and smaller birds in the universal paean of thanksgiving. thanksgiv-ing. In the underbrush and in the meadows the mice, too, are harvesting, harvest-ing, with their hearts full of gladness. Bees are buzzing over goldenrod and wild asters and other late flowers ; the quail that have escaped the hunter art. like Ruth, gathering the last grains in the farmer's fields ; while the farmer himself and his boys are loading load-ing the golden pumpkins into the big farm wagons to carry away for winter storage for use by both the family and the cattle. |