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Seattle aP cific nivU ersity Digital Commons @ SPU Seattle eS minary Publications Seattle eS minary, 1891 – 1915 November 1st, 1914 The oN vember 1914 Cascade Seattle eS minary Follow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.spu.edu/ archives_publications_seminary Recommended Citation Seattle eS minary, "The oN vember 1914 Cascade" (1914). Seattle Seminary Publications. 50. https://digitalcommons.spu.edu/archives_publications_seminary/50 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the Seattle eS minary, 1891 – 1915 at Digital Commons @ SPU. It has been accepted for inclusion in Seattle eS minary Publications by an authorized administrator of Digital Commons @ SPU. • . ... ..· ••• . : THE CASCADE NOVEMBER -- 1914 I () I J 4 per cent P aid on Savin:;s Accounts Fremont State Bank "No amount of pay ever made Your Lcx:al Bank a good soldier D.R. WATSON Phones: North 219 F . WATSON a good teacher Res., North (J)7 J. Fremont & Ross a good artist, or Transfer Co. a good workman." Good Storage Room Furniture and Piano Mo'l>ing Office: 3210 Fremont Ave. ................ Ruskin. This period is to relieve you of These are our sentiments. G· 'Jt. :/3utteTIDorth & Sons . • 1921 First Ave. the torture of seeing nothing. The Ross Barber Shop Fremont Shoe Hospital TRY IT! 3310 3rd Ave. West We give you the benefit of our 23 years of experience m FINE SHOE REPAIRING. We also make Shoes to order. TONE BEAUTY REPAIRING-Men'• Half Soles, $ 1.00; Ladies', 65c; Boys', 40c Up Piano making of the most advanced type makes possible the tone beauty of the Haddorff. The exceptional character of the Haddorff Tone is most SHOES TO ORDER- Boy•' and Youths', $3.00Up; Men's, $5.00 Up appreciated where severe demand3 are made. This is illustrated in the W. M. PHELPS, Manager 342 1 Fremont Ave. following: "In the Rockford College Conservatory we now have in regular use one Hi;1ddorff Grand and fifteen uprights. Of this number five uprights have been in u•e for nine yean. • • • I wish particularly to speak of THf ROSS MARCHE HARDWARt CO. the wonderful tone, richness and sweetness of your uprights, which are steadily improving with the years, so that the older pianos are most beauti wishes your trade in ful in their rich, even tones. Builders' Hardware, Stoves, Ranges, Oils, P aints, G!::.::5, "F. MARION RALSTON, Musical Director." Granite and Tinware, Pipe5 and Fitti!lgs You can hear this instrument of wonderful tone richnen at this store. You love music, so why not come at once? Yours for tra~e. C. W. CHRISTENSEN. EILERS MUSIC HOUSE Corner Third Ave. W . and Berton!l St. Third and Uni'l>eristy Phone: Q. A. 1826 Seattle, Wash. ) SS PENNANTS & Pillow Tops f1f WHY NOT have a SEATILE SEM. Pennant 'jJ in your room? You have other school pennants. While you are here in school aSeminary Pennant should occupy the moSl: conspicuous place in your den. THINK IT OVER. We have a fine assortment of them for: 25c, 50c, 75c, $1.00 & $1.25 PILLOW '"COPS $2.50 -o- ROSS ST A TIONERY & PTG CO. A cross the Street A [}gaff '' WbatelJer You Do Keep Sweet" '00 the Vismemberment of '0urkey. 912 Second Avenue Candy Lunch lee Cream J THANKSGIVING Wade Falsom, Col. ' 18. Bett:y 's Thanksgiving The landscape lies 'neath flaming banners reel Laura Armstrong, Col. 16. That meet the breeze and rustle overhead, And like a ship that ploughs the zone of gales, Its masts are cleared !or fear of tattered sails. Thanksgiving eve a 1d twilight A gray November sky hu ::i g over the city of Hammond, Indiana. Dark clouds s cudjej thrrugh the The cornfields rust beneath the wintry blast, atmosphere, driven thither and yon by hurrying winds. The bare, IEafless trees interlaced their naked boughs as for pro ~ e c tio 1 ~ g a i ist As Autumn with his gleaming lance rides past, winter's driving blastE. A solitary bird winging its homewa rd flight, 1.lecame an invisible speck. And where the dead vines cluster to the ground Betty Dean sat sta ring thoughtfully out of the window of h·ar hall bedroom. A little frown puckered her forehEad, while her mouth Lay yellow pumpkins scattered all around. held the slightezt droop at the corners. Her shoulders wer3 not quite so erect as usual. 'Tis joy to know Thanksgiving Day is here, She was dreaming of the folks at home and c·f the Th"lnksgivi 1g preparations going on. She could smell the odor of th:i pumpkin pie "l And welcome scenes that tell us winter's near; as her mother took them from the oven. How h Er mouth watered But we could ne'er forget the covenant as she thought of the cranberry sauce. She heard the "go-bble, gob I ble," of the pompous old turkey as he strutted about the barnyard. Of peace and truth the Puritans did grant. Then her thoughts leaped to the Thanksgiving Ee rvices whic'1 1 would surely be held down at the little village church. She could Oh, that my soul would bow in silent hows see her mother buEtling around. getting out her bast clothes, and dear old dad fussi Jg with his collar. And, yes, tbere was tha usual As does the earth to Autumn's ruling powers; patch on the side of his nose where he cut himself in shaving. Little brother was excitedly asking mother where his clean stockin?s were. Then could I give a prayer of thanks and praise And then another face came before her. Her heart gave an To him who gives Thanksgiving all my aays. Pxtra beat. Yes, there was Billy. Dear, good Billy! How she missed him! Oh, yes! gladly would she marry him. if she could on!)' get the chance again. Youthful ambitions and dreams had Jong ago vanished i J. the stern realities of life. Down went the curly head. A good, satisfying cry ensuEd. Suddenly Betty lifted her head, gave herself a little shgke and mid, "Shut up, you little idiot! It's your own fault you aren't going to have a good Thanksgiving. I hope your silly pride is satisfied at last." With this bit of comforting advice, she arose, prepared her sim· pie meal, and went to bed at eight o'clock to dream of a home and Billy. * * * * * * The day before Thanksgiving in Turnersville, Indiana, was cold, with a strong hint of snow in the at11 osnhere. Every farmhouse and Every housewife was busy with preparations for Thanksgiving. Mr. !'age frve- The Cascade Dean's farm house presented an air of expectancy.. Mother, father, path as she ran toward the house. and little brother all were goi 1g about with a smile on their faces. "My, but it seems good to be home, mother," she said a little The reason? Betty had written saying she couldn't manage to later. Then, looking shyly at Billy, she exclaimed: "And I'm always come home for Thanksgiving. She had not said th'l t her money going to stay in the country." was low, but father and mother suspected. So they made a duing plan, and were just putting it into execution. At this precise mome1.t a tall, cl€an looking young man came out of the back door. He looked back into the kitchen and s1id enthusi· astically: "Never fear Mrs. Dean. I'll bring her home with me. Unless I'm mighty mistaken she's sick of city life by this time. Be sure and have plenty of good things for us. We'll be home on the 11:10 to morrow. He turned and strode down the gravel rath, out the wcoden gate, head €rect, determinatio1 in every feature. He was going to bring CCh e Joy of Giving his sweetheart home. * * * * * Addie Cook, Cal. '16 Thanksgiving day dawned bright and clear in Hammond City. Betty was up at the fir£t streak of dawn. She had determined not to be unhappy even though she couldn't go home. First, she cl£aned her room thoroughly. Then she decided to For a number of hours the beautiful flakes had been gently fall go to the postoffice, where her mail came in the general delivery. ing. Little Warren stood by the open window admiring the pretty Perhaps the folks had writte 1. Perhaps Billy had thought to send white snow. He was also trying very hard to remember the words something. So with haste she dr<ssed herself. She was just pinning of the hymn his father had sung that moning at family prayer. He on her hat when she heard the bell ring. A Etrange premonition sho~ knew it had ·in it something about counting, but for a long time he through her. "Of course it isn't anyone to see me," she told herself could think of no more. Suddenly his eye cauht sight of a lone little sharply. Still she listened. Yes, the maid was coming to her door. robin hopping and chirping about beneath the tall fir tree. To Warren Betty opened it eagerly. it seemed pretty cold for a little birdie but it chirped right on a 1d "A gentlema 1 to see you, miEs," said the maid, giving her a he decided that it was singing because it enjoyed the white snow. Lright smile. And all at once into his mind flashed the words of Urn song. "Who is it?" asked Betty. "Didn't he send up any card?" It was getting towards evening, and as they sat down to their " o, ma'am.