WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3K, tlKlfl ■" PAGB rnnrii GRANTS TAS» DAILY COUniF.Il —i ■p r a,..».« ow ______ GULBRANSEN . The Registering Piano Better Music—and More of It- with a GULBRANSEN HAT a joy to go to your Gulbransen and play what you want, when you want to! What a satisfaction to play so well—with such genuine expression—that, aside from the personal pleasure of producing the music, it is a real treat for anybody to hoar you! But—playing alone, or entertaining a group of friends—you’ll want the particular music that fits your mood, or the occasion. You’ll want variety. Variety •ertainly the Gulbransen gives you that. I'.. For the __ _____ Gulbransen __ ._ ________ plays all music rolls—any kind—any make—even electric repro ducing rolls. It gives you a greater library of music than any player-piano. A piano you can play, in a musicianly way because it registers your exact touch, your time, your expresión. A piano so easy to play you scarcely know you are using the pedals. And that plays any music roll! Can you imagine anything that holds for you and yours such end less possibilities for downright enjoyment en tertainment and funf »* - fe¡ - • And than their watchful, fearful walling for the first snowflakes, and Tom getting out hla coaster and paint- ’ Ing th« runners, and Alice and llutb going to the woods for bittersweet end purtrldge berries and sprays of ever« green and decorating the mantel mut windows and archways, and then tbs day before, when father killed unit dressed the chickens or turkey If, duck, /nd what a hurry and bust;« there was of cleaning, baking, ruqgt« ing and boiling, and how golden the big kitchen was with th» winter aun glunclng through the maples outside, and how warm It was with the bl* oven sending out wave« of warmtl and the odor-of baking pie, cake and cookies. And then the great day Itself—no nee*l to cull her brood that day, for snow had come In the night and the boys had risen with the tlery red win ter sun to try out the sled before breakfast und had come In ull cold and rosy to gulp down pancakes and sirup and eggs and bacon. And then, no matter how great the (east nor how much remained to be done, the six of them were dressed In Sunday best ami the family trailed down the white street to church, meet ing neighbors on the way, smiling, chatting, asking whether It was a tur key or a chicken bill of tare this time, growing soberer as they trailed Into the little white church and down to the pew that held the six of them each Sabbath. And then the triumphant Thanksgiving hymns and paeuns from the table, It la all different now. They are guests In the place' where they were common workers. They are strangers In the home that gave them birth. Does life hold no other job for those who gave them forth to the world? This la the question that tills the lonely hearts of many a mother and father Bell. Is there any balm for these heart sore parents who feel that llfs's twi light must be spent with folded hands thinking of the active life that Is over? Or Is It the old story of paying the price for everything which one attains In life? I think not. I think It’s a matter of perverted viewpoint. In the first place, parents who conclude that their life's work la over just because their children are grown and away from home, are only writing their own doom. Life la not static. It is ever flow ing. The water goes on over the mill wheel and he who seeks to hold it back will be able to scoop up only a pall or so and keep It until it grows scummy. Many parents are like this. The waters of their own lives flow on deeply and smoothly and when a stretch of clear, sparkling, limpid wa ter, which means a phase of living especially dear to them, comes along, the parents scoop It up and seek to hold It, forgetting that the mill Is go ing on just the same. Parenthood Is an essentially dear phase of living to most people. Nature has a vital reason for this, but she does her job too well. One Is Inclined to think that If she had created a man or woman so that child-rearing would be the one job they craved during the days of their youth, but would so make them that they would crave another Job when the children were grown and going about their own job of parent hood. the old dame would have done a better job. Then, too, it's a human trait to re member the fair and shining side of things that are gone, and hence to re pine for them. To go back to the Bell family: Ruth, the single damsel, glimpsed her par ents' mood to the full and discussed It with her sister like this: “You'd think to hear mother rave that she was supremely happy when we were all home, and sometimes It makes me furious when I distinctly recall how she fussed and worried and stewed around about one thing and another—where In the world the money for our winter underclothes was com ing from, how much schoolbooks cost, what In the world she would do with Bob’s bad temper and Tom's lying and my vanity and your craziness after the boys. And many a time she made her moan about how overworked and thankless her life was, and would the time never come when she had a chance to rest and get a little peace?" And that's that I If Mother and Fa ther Bell live to be eighty they will look back upon their peaceful. Berene, quiet life together now as the best of their days, and at one hundred they -»would regard the days of eighty as altogether desirable. If Thanksgiving does nothing else for us, may it quicken our vision of the glories of the present I the choir, the sermon of plenty from the pastor, and the yellow winter sun streaming through the stained win dows. The benediction, the moment of chat and good will from neighbor to neighbor, a little herd guided down the steps where they burst from church sobriety into the puppy spirits demanded by a cold, snappy day. Home again and the last scramble for the feast—the girls setting the table with the best linen, silver and china, with a bowl of tiny yellow chrysanthemums from the backyard bush, the trips down cellar for a can of relish: tiny, firm pickles; some chill sauce; strawberries, and the squash and carrots and turnips and potatoes and onions, each with Its part to play in the feast Instruction Holls, too showing bow to play correctly— /-Branded tn the Back. The turkey or duck stuffed with without extra charge— with every Gulbransen spicy dressing was crackling away in the oven, father was out In the garden exhuming some celery put to bleach for the occasion a month or so ago, the boys were cracking nuts and pol ishing apples—how sweet It was to do her work In her own place for those WbRr H ojm CMivxry Seal Suburban OammwmW Model Model AtodcT who needed and enjoyed this work— 1MNTRIHI TOR FOR JOHEPIiIXE AND J.lt'KNON OOVNTIKH S4 2o ho\? serene and sure end peaceful It all seemed—looking back over those years all the doubts and torments of later years seemed Impossible. How had It come about? What had life done to her, to them? Her friends, her neighbors thought that life had used her kindly. Death had never knocked at the door of her fold. Sick ness had been almost unknown. In A-• the eyes of the world, her children had “turned out well." Tom was council man In a big city and a prominent business attorney. He bad married “a nice girl” and no one could ask for Q prettier, better mannered grandchil LOVING AND GIVING dren than this family had given her. Alice had married a physician and Thanksgiving Is a fitting preparation was prominent socially and In club ---------- «y----------- work. Mother and Father Bell rarely for the beautiful festival day which picked up a Sunday paper without follows so soon—Christmas. It is LAURETTA JOY seeing a picture of "Mrs. John Gra when a child truly feels and expresses to OtoU P«. ham" or rnie or other of the little gratitude that ha in turn Is ready to ’Loving and Grahams, who were Included “among give and do for others, those prominent in the juvenile set." giving" will make sunshine In our world. "God so loved—that He gava." ES, father, it went off all Bob was a successful merchant and H right, but It wasn't like active In furthering employee welfare our Thanksgiving when work. Ruth had never married, but the children were home," was more than successful as a home St. Peter’s Built in 176 Years, and mother and grand decorator. She traveled all she want From the time the foundation of St mother Bell winked back ed to, dressed beautifully, maintained Peter's in Rome was laid in 1430, un a-sentimental tear. There were only- a charming apartment, was Invited to der Pope Nicholas V, to the dedica two of them at the supper table with the homes of those whom the world tion of the completed church by Urban A day for turkey gobbler, cranberry sauce mid pumpkin Its dabs of cold chicken and pork, calle "great"—no, there was not one VI11, November 18, 1626, 176 years pic; for home-comings, feasting and merriment. cranberry sauce, celery, nuts, cold of her children who had not "dune were spent In building the magnificent squash, and all the orthodox remnants well” or was anything but a credit to bnslllcu, says the Detroit News. Dur Everyone has something to be thankful foe—we for more the parents. of the great American feast. ing that period 28 popes relgued. The growing accounts than ever before; YOU, we hope, be And yet. why did a mother hunger cost of the basilica proper, exclu The four children and twelve grand cause yours la one of them. children had been feusteO and feted In so even If her children were all that sive of bell towers, statues, mosaics, the old home aud had gone on their she had ever hoped for them? Why etc., has been estimated at nearly $47,- ■ «ay rejoicing after “the girls" had must heartaches and loneliness be the 000,000. The sacristy added by Plus helped mother “do up the work.” The price to pay for this very success? VI raised the cost almost $1.000.000. house where Tom and Bob and Ruth Why did such a sense of baffled puz One of the strangest facts reluting to aud Alice had been born, where they zlement fill her at the Thanksgiving St. Peter's is that with one or two had beeu fed and kissed and spanked, table? Wliy did their coming not sat exceptions all its pictures are mosaics. where they bad scrapped and made isfy? Why did this longing for the So perfect are they that they seem to up, and manifested the first sparks of other days persist In seizing her? be oil paintings. Yet there are only Knew that one or two oil paintings In the whole the genius within them, was very still. She knew the answer. ~ "Yes, mother, It wasn't like the old their very success, their very homes, basilica. Thanksgivings," said the man with their very children, meant that her most of the perkluess of youth gone, work was done. It was but a visit and they were silent together. of a day, and as The mother was remembering those such had no falnt- j long ago years when u homo full of est connectlon ----- rr childish joy in Thanksgiving or any with the yester- holiday gave it a freshness and vigor year feast days that had dulled in later years. She which meant one :iti : i «membered the warm house wrapped home, one inter- In winter snows bubbling over with the est, one working, zestful enthusiasm of childhood. First and playing niche hank of all, there was their keen Joy in the for ail. She and distant vague preparations for the their father and holiday. She could see Tom's grin their home made ________ when she sent him up their life's Eto the store for groove then. To- —_ raisins and citron duy they are mak ing those grooves for others and gQ) rs aud almonds WHS and finding their own therein. I -IIIIJK Í ■i- m "iv* j the of old 811 There are thou ------- 2-------- 9------ of them when the sands of fathers and mothers the ! I I----------- big rich cake the Bo thankful every day you live, whether you win the race or “fliy,” only poignant country over put who And wILnjL , . In the Just unloaded another car of day when loneliness and even bitterness In a If your car Isn't In the kind of shape that causes you to feel thank liltftfl I' brown crock. IZ ¿ and Bob repetition of the There feast days which were ful we want to talk “turkey” to you. You ought to pay Just as much was home with attention to your car as you do to your own physical well being. A Ruth so joyful in days gone by. The winter ’’pieces” to car usually “flivs” for the same reason that a man does—inatten sun still streams through the backyard ) cam« In school the day maples Into the big kitchen. The qpme tion to details. their before Thanksgiv old range bakes tlie turkey and squash Get yours now and be thankful for I We don't do all the good work in this town, but all the work wo •** apeak a ing and joyfully and mince and pumpkin pies for the a dry roof. do is good. revealed that same old brood. The same china and “teacher" had told silver and best tablecloth may be upon them what they the dining-room table, but Thanksgiv Welding, Reboring, Repairing, Etc. had known all along—that school ing is not what it was. would dose on Wednesday night and DAY PHONE 118-J NIGHT PHONE 302-R Even if the same faces, with no they didn’t have to come back until break In the rankSt are grouped about Monday. 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