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TH E K I N G ’ S B U S I N E S S
November, 1939
Jun ior K in g s Business By MARTHA S. HOOKER Member of Faculty. Bible Institute of Los Angeles
DANNY’S THANKSGIVING PIE B y H elen F razee -B ower shall all men know that ye are my dis ciples.” Across the top cover were the words “Real Thanksgiving,” and pro truding from under the cover were in numerable strings. Danny separated 'these and gave one to each person. “You are all to have a slice of my pie,” he said, “for you all helped to make it.” “Not I!” said Father. “I didn’t have a finger in that pie!” “Oh, yes you did,” said Danny. "And just for that, you may take your slice first,” Father obligingly pulled the string he was holding, and out came a piece of paper. “Read it!” chorused the group. . Father’s eyes had already scanned the contents. “Well, it’s rather embar rassing, but I ’suppose I’ll have to,” he said, and took up the paper. This is what he read: “Today I saw Father buy a paper' from a newsboy and give him fifty cents. He said, ‘It’s Thanksgiving time—get yourself a good meal, Bud.’
M OTHER and Sister were stir ring about busily in the kitch en, p r e p a r i n g tomorrow’s to make her very first Thanksgiving pie, a pumpkin pie. As Mother got out the rolling pin and board, she asked, “How about you, Dan ny? Do you want to make a pie, too?” Danny laughed. “Definitely not in terested,” he said. “Pies are for girls. ’ Then a sudden light of adventure be gan to dawn in his eyes. "I believe I will make a Thanksgiving pie,” he said, “but you needn’t help. I have my own recipe. Til go make it and bring it to the party. By the way,” he add ed, as he went out the door, “since Aunt Alice is coming, Julia will be here to play with Sister, and I haven’t anybody. I wish I could ask Jimmy.” -“Why that would be lovely, Danny. I’m so glad you thought of it. I won der just what does happen to boys like Jimmy at Thanksgiving time. With no parents, holidays can’t mean much. Be sure to urge him to come.” * * * When dinner time came next day, Sister could hardly enjoy ner turkey for thinking about the moment when she was to bring in her pie. Finally Mother gave her the signal, and she hurried to the pantry. Emerging with her face wreathed in smiles, she placed before Mother the most luscious-looking pumpkin pie you could imagine, and when all had sampled it, they agreed that Sister should be elected official pie-baker for future occasions. “I don’t know when I ever ate so much,” said J i mmy . “I thought I couldn’t even taste the pie after all that turkey, but I am sure glad I did. It was good of you all to let me come.” “We were mighty glad to have you,” said Father-. “And now perhaps we’d better adjourn to some more comfort able chairs.” “Wait a minute,” said Danny. “I’d like you to try my pie.” “More pie!” squealed Cousin Julia. “Oh, Danny, we couldn’t.” "You’ll eat my pie and like it,” said Danny. “Wait until I get it.” He dis appeared and came back presently car rying a huge cardboard pie which he p l a c e d in the center of the table. Around the cardboard platter which held It were printed these words, “By this
Because Father showed his gratitude by good works, he has earned this slice of my Thanksgiving pie.” Father’s eyes were misty as he tucked the paper in his pocket. "Now, Mother, let’s hear yours,” cried Sister. Mother drew out her paper and read: “Today Grandma Meadows is eating pumpkin pie, too, because Mother keeps Thanksgiving in her heart by sharing with her neighbors. So Mother earns this slice.” Aunt Alice drew next. She read: “At the depot, yesterday, a little lame girl was made happy by Aunt Alice’s flow ers. Aunt Alice gave up the flower contribution she had planned for our family dinner party for the sake of a crippled child. That’s real gratitude and gives her a slice of my pie.” / “Julia, let’s hear yours,” said Mother. “I can’t •remember a thing I have done,” said Julia. “I’m afraid I forgot all about being grateful.” “No, you didn’t,” said Danny, as he helped her draw her paper out and read it for her: “Julia left her lovely doll carriage with poor little Nora Brady so that Nora’s dolls could have a Thanks giving airing.” “How did you know that?” asked Julia. “Oh, a little bird told me,” laughed Danny. “Now, Jimmy, eat your slice.” Jimmy, looking a bit wistful as he remembered nothing which was his to give, drew out his paper. His face flushed with pleasure as he read: “Jim my left a ball game to carry Widow Nelson’s groceries home for her. That’s keeping Thanksgiving in a big way.” Sister drew next. This is what she read: “Who was the little girl who surprised Mother by washing up all the dishes after the pie-baking? That child had a grateful heart. Could she have been Sister ?” Mother reached over and gave her a hug. “It certainly was Sister,” she said. “And maybe you think Mother didn’t have à grateful heart, too, for having such a helpful little daughter.” .Danny pulled Baby’s string. “Here you are, Skeezix,” he said, and read: “Baby has caught the true Thanksgiv ing spirit—I saw him letting the cat in on his all-day sucker.” Everybody roared. “That’s carrying Thanksgiving a little too far,” said Mother. “We’ll have to watch Baby a
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