A THANKSGIVING HYMN God of the fruit, the grain, the flowers, Who plannest all things for our good, By sun and rain, through summer hours, Did fashion for us bounteous food. We meet today, to give Thee praise, For all Thy blessings on our land. Beneficent are all Thy ways, Though oft we do not understand. Give us the faith and hope to say, Thy will be done Thanksgiving day. The path ahead may look so dark, We cannot even see the light, But Thou of old didst guide the ark, And lead Thy people day and night. Thus Thou wilt lead Thine own this year, And to the merciful be kind, And guide this nation, to us dear, Strengthening heart, uplifting mind. Show us the right and lead the way, For all the land Thanksgiving day. If Thou dost mark the sparrows fall, And paint the lilies of the field, Then Thou wilt guide us, one and all, And from all dangers safely shield. If Thou dost count the very hairs Upon Thy loved ones head, Then Thou wilt surely hear his prayers, And feed his soul with heavenly bread. So let us work and watch and pray For better things Thanksgiving day. By Clarence Hawkes, the Blind Poet of Hadley, Mass., who has been sightless for 60 of his 73 years. (United Press Association.) BERNARD DE VOTO...Makes contribution Bernard De Voto Has Done West Great Service As Its Realistic Interpreter By JARVIS A. THURSTON 1942 In 1925 Bernard DeVoto sent in a 30 page article, Ogden; Underwriters of Salvation; too long, the piece found its way that year into a volume called The Taming of the Frontier. Many masochistic Ogdenites who ordinarily read little besides the comics and Colliers rushed out to buy a copy and be offended. They forgot that hyperbole is a useful figure of speech, that DeVoto is a westerner and enjoys the nakedness of human speech that is characteristically western. Salt Lakers were amused by DeVotos description of Ogden, but they lost their sense of humor when H. L. Menckens vehement American Mercury appeared in March, 1926, with an article entitled Utah, Said DeVoto: Those who have no interest in social or intellictual or artistic life may live there as well as anywhere else in this best of all possible republics. The difference is merely this: should they ever, for a moment, want to enter or observe such life or feel the need of anything that springs from it, they would be at a dead stop. Civilized life does not exist in Utah. It never has existed there. It never will exist there. Here Mr. DeVoto is wrong, for it speaks well of the civilization of the state that his friends did not find it necessary to communicate with him afterwards by use of the Ouija board, or some other spiritualistic media.