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Show ACORN Staff Editorial Department Editor-in-Chief IRVIN NELSON '12 Associate Editor MYRTLE YOUNG T2 PETER KASIUS '12 Literary Editors FLORENCE YOUNG '12 EDWARD BINGHAM '12 School Notes ORA ENSIGN '13 Alumni LEONE ENGSTROM '11 Athletics IRVINE PORTER '12 IVA STEERS '13 Exchange ETHEL DAHLSTOM '14 Staff Artist LYNNE LUNDBERG '13 Reporters LELIA RAMSDEN '12 LEONARD ANDERSON '13 JOSEPHINE WADE '14 NORMA NICHOLS '15 Business Department Manager GILBERT H, BALLANTYNE '12 First Assistant LYMAN GOWANS '12 Second Assistant CLARENCE McCUNE '12 Third Assistant JACK ECCLES '13 Fourth Assistant LORENZO RICHARDS '14 Literary A Joyful Thanksgiving It was the day before Thanksgiving, bright and warm, with a sky as blue and clear as if it were summer instead of the last of November. The birds were twittering happily in the trees and all outdoors seemed full of peace and quiet with the spirit of Thanksgiving prevailing throughout. Jack Feris, seated in front of a rude shack, on an old soap box, whittling idly away at a smooth stick, seemed out of harmony with his surroundings, for his brow was drawn together in a deep frown and his thoughts seemed far away. That he was not happy one could plainly see, for over his handsome boyish face there was a shadow. It grew darker as he arose; he cast away his stick, and strode wearily into the house. The old tumble-down structure was the only home he knew now, but once (how his face brightened when he thought of it), he had known a home that was a palace compared with this rude shelter. Jack had been away for three years and was already a successful miner, but it was not the prospect of wealth, that now caused his face to glow with happiness, as he walked back and forth from table to stove, preparing his scanty evening meal. It was the memory of his mother, and the old home in which he had spent so many happy days. He was now twenty-four, but during the past three years he had t known little other than hard living. It was only within the last six months that he had made a "lucky find," but hard labor and anxiety caused the death of his partner. From that time Jack had carried the |