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Jack never was one to hold his tongue, even at Thanksgiving dinner
By adamg on Thu, 11/27/2014 - 10:47am
Also notice that even back in the day, there was a kids' table. By Boston's own Winslow Homer for Harper's, 1858.
From the BPL's Homer collection. Posted under this Creative Commons license.
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Toms and hens of the Turkey
Toms and hens of the Turkey Liberation Front:
You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving turkeys everywhere march with you. In company with our brave allies and brothers-in-feathers on other Fronts you will bring about the destruction of the human hegemony, the elimination of human tyranny over oppressed turkeys of greater Brookline, and security for ourselves in a free world.
Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle-hardened. He will fight savagely.
But this is the year 2014. Much has happened since the human triumphs of 1630 & 1705. The Turkey Liberation Front has inflicted upon the humans great defeats, in open battle, turkey-to-man. Our fallen brothers' tryptophan offensive has seriously reduced their strength and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home Fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in beaks and talons of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting turkeys. The tide has turned. The free turkeys of the world are gobbling together to victory.
I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty, and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory.
Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.
Kids?
Apparently obesity was an issue in 1858 also.
Among the wealthy, maybe
You have to remember that fat kids survived famines and other catastrophes and fat kids were more resistant to dying from cholera, etc.
For young people, a little extra body mass was a matter of survival in the biologic stew of Victorian living.
Swirls, this reminds me of :
Swirls, this reminds me of :
A Modest Proposal
For Preventing The Children of Poor People in Ireland
From Being Aburden to Their Parents or Country, and
For Making Them Beneficial to The Public
By Jonathan Swift (1729)
http://art-bin.com/art/omodest.html
Relegated To The "Kids Table"
This is wonderful!
Thank you for posting! Happy Thanksgiving, Sir.
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You're reminding me that it's probably time to hit the Clark out in Williamstown, again.