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Show Hail the Turkeyl Here's to the Turkey, that bird of gorgeousness and pride, who strutted through the virgin wood when, for a firmer brotherhood, our forbears worked fought and died. Here's to the Turkey, proudest, rarest of the living, liv-ing, and, as we bow before our Lord around the yearly festive board, the gem of our Thanksgiving. Here's to the Turkey, glorious bird of copper hue, who gladdened glad-dened well each Pilgrim heart when, guided by an ancient eiart, there came that small. God-fearing crew. Here's to the Turkey, how often, of-ten, through the early snow, some sturdy pilgrim sought to slay thee for his feast Thanksgiving day, but fell before the red man's bow. Lewis Allen in Utica Saturday Globe. |