THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL, PORTLAND, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 21, 1915.
( PICTURE WIZARftRY
fBy CHARLES A.
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If you Can't Ha)e Thankrjgteing Turkey, Here's Plenty of Food for Thought
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DEAR CHILDREN
In a few days I am sure you
will all be very, very happy, for
you will have a vacation from
school and a fine turkey dinner.
The story of Thanksgiving day is
known to all of you, I hope, so to
day I want to tell of a turkey and
his very, very odd adventures.
I hope you will all enjoy the
story as well as you do your vaca
tion and the dinner. But whether
you like it or not, I do hope you
will have a very, very happy
Thanksgiving day.
YOUR STORY LADY.
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By GEORGENE FAULKNER.
fNCE upon a tim
there lived ln
barnjard a big, fat
turkej wbo was so
cross and disagree
able that every one
disliked him. He
was so much larger
than anv of th
other turkeys that he felt he was the king,
and he would rush at them and call.
"Turr-rr, turr-rr, get out of my way turr
rr, turr-rr,- and all the other turkeys were
so afraid of him that they would hang
down their tall feathers and run as fast as
they could to get out of his way.
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Every day he grew more and more Im
portant and scolded and stormed at all ln
the barnyard until they were all tired of
him. One morning the farmer's little boy
came out to feed the chickens. He was a
very little boy and he had never before been
out all alone. The barnyard people wel
comed him kindly and the rooster called out,
"Coocka-doodle-doo, we are glad to see
you-oo-oo !"
But the moment the turkey cock saw the
little boy he rushed at him and began to
nip him on the legs.
When the boy had gone the turkey came
strutting' back to the barnyard like a con
quering hero and he scolded, "Gobble,
yj'ff
The turkey looked so terrible that the poor little boy dropped the dish of food and ran screaming toward the house, with the big turkey
running after him, pecking at his red stockings.
gobble, gobble. Such trouble, trouble-uble-le.
I hate red-red-ed."
"Quack, quack, quack, alack, alack,
alack," said the ducks. "Will the boy come
back? Quack, quack, quack!"
Turr-rr, turr-rr, I don't care what you
say. Get out of my way, I say, get out of
my way," said the turkey. "I do not care
whether the boy comes back or not. We
have the food," and the turkey began to
pick up the food from the ground.
"Hiss-ss, hlss-ss," hissed the geese in
scorn. "Did you ever "see anyone with such
bad manners.
The turkey cock gobbled his breakfast
and then as all the barnyard people con
tinued to scold him he decided to go away
from them and he started on a long walk.
As he came near the house he saw the
farmer with his little boy. "Oh, la that
the turkey that scared you by pecking at
your Jegs? WelL never mind, son, he has
not long to live. He is our Thanksgiving
turkey and soon you will be pecking at his
legs."
The cornstalks had been cut and stacked
up in long rows and betweea.thera lying oa
fhe ground were big orange pumpkins look
ing like big orange balls. The turkey came
strutting along, snapping up late grass
hoppers and bugs, when suddenly he found
himself right against a great orange pump
kin. "Turr-rr-rr, get out of my way, I sty,
get out of my way. Turr-rr-rr."
But the pumpkin could only He still ln
the sunshine.
"Every one in the barpyard is afraid of
me," bragged the turkey., "Even the house
people are afraid, and I made a little boy
run this morning, so you had better take
heed and get out of my way before I make
you. Turr-rr-rr."
And the turkey gave a savage peck at
the pumpkin, but he only got his mouth fall
of something soft which he did sot like at
all, and the pumpkin was lying still ln his
pathway.
"Get out of my way or I will push you
out of the way," scolded the turkey, and ln
a terrible rage he flew at the pumpkin, but
his feet slipped on the smooth sides of the
pumpkin, and he lost his balance and was
soon sprawling in the dust ln a most undig
nified manner.
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"Turr-rr-rr, you threw me this time,"
said the turkey, "but you, wait until we
meet again. I will make you get out of my
way."
Not very long after that the turkey did
meet the pumpkin, but his scolding and
strutting days were past, for they met upon
the Thanskgiving table. The turkey was
roasted brown and lying upon a big platter.
This time the turkey could not scold,
Gobble, gobble, gobble, get out of my way,"
to the pumpkin, bat the people could
"gobble, gobble" them' both up, and soon
they were both "out of the way."
And now that the Thanksgiving dinner
Is ended, why, this turkey tale Is ended,
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