Two thankgiving day gentlemen I

　　There is one day that is ours. There is one day whe n all we americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Bless the day. Pesident roosevelt gives it to us. We he ar some talk of the puritans, but don't just remember w ho they were. Bet we can lick'em, anyhow, if they try t o land again.

　　The big cry east of the cramberry bogs has made tha nksgiving day an institution. The last Thursday in nove mber is the only day in the year on which it recognizes the part of america lying across the ferries. It is the one day that is purely american. Yes, a day of celebrat ion, exclusively american.

　　And now for the story which is to prove to you that we have traditions on this side of the ocean that are b ecoming older at a much rapider rate than those of engl and are-thanks to our git-up and enterprise.

　　Stuffy pete took his seat on the third bench to the right as you enter union square from the east, at the w ak opposite the fountain. Every thanksgiving day for ni ne years he had taken his seat there promptly at 1o'clo ck. For every time he had done so things had happened t o him-charles dickensy things that swelled his waistcoa t above his heart, and equally on the other side.

　　But today stuffy pete's appearance at the annual tr ysting place seemed to have been rather the result of h abit than of the yearly hunger which, as the philanthro pists seem to think, afficts the poor at such extended intervals.

　　Certainly pete was not hungry. He had just come fro m a feast that had left him of his powers barely those of respiration and locomotion. His eyes were like two p ale gooseberries firmly imbedded in a swollen and gravy -smeared mask of putty. His breath came in short wheeae s; a senatorial roll of adipose tissue denied a fashion able set to his upturned coat collar. Buttons that had been sewed upon his clothes by kind salvation fingers a week before flew like pop-corn, strewing the earth arou nd him. Ragged he was, with a split shirt front open to the wishbone; but the november breeze, carrying fine sn owflakes, brought him only a grateful coolness. For stu ffy pete was overcharged with the caloric produced by a superbountiful dinner, bebinning with oysters and endin g with plum pudding, and including ( it seemed to him) all the roast turkey and backed potatoes and chicken sa lad and squash pie and ice cream in the world. Wherefor e he sat, gorged, and gazed upon the world with after-d inner contempt.

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