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Various Harper's Round Table, November 19…

Seeing the turkey made Fred think of his family at home, and of the grief that these wretches below were trying to bring upon them, and of the happy Thanksgiving dinner that he was not to be present at. And as he thought of Thanksgiving and of the turkey, he leaned over against the window, and almost laughed out loud.
"The turkey!" he said to himself—"the turkey! Those fellows were talking about him; they were not talking about me. Anarchists, I suppose, have Thanksgiving dinners the same as any one else. Why, one man spoke of wringing his neck—it's the turkey, of course."
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Various Harper's Round Table, November 19…

Genius of Thanksgiving. Next time, Miss Mince Pie, take your shortening in your crust, and don't put it into your feet. But listen. Have you spices and boiled cider, apples and beef, so as to make us a right merry mince pie to eat after the Forresters' turkey to-morrow? Good heavens! It's to-day. The night is waning. We must hasten.
Miss Mince Pie. Your honor, as fine a mince pie as ever went on a Thanksgiving table shall be ready for Ethel Forrester's dinner to-morrow.
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Various Harper's Round Table, November 19…

To my mind a woman is a success when she holds such a place in the world that her going out of it, at any age, is a severe loss to many people. There must be many so dependent upon her for love, for help, for advice, for pleasure and amusement, that her death leaves a wide gap and a bitter grief. Thousands of women die every day whose going affects no one deeply, except, perhaps, with a sense of relief, and such women I consider failures, whether they were rich or poor, humble or proud.
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