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A LAY SERMON FOR SUNDAY. “Now as touching things offered to idols, we know that we have knowledge. But knowledge puflfeth up, but charity edifleth." Thus sayeth the scriptures, and with the near ap proach of the Christmas season, when the whole world should be filled with thoughts of good will and peace on earth, as a nation and as individuals we should be concerning ourselves more and more about the charity that edifieth-—the charity that vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up. Charity, which is love, is the world’s greatest need today. The lack of it means marching armies and gathered munitions of war; it means hopeless hearts in women’s breasts and shrinking forms of innocent childhood; it means hatred in hearts that should be beating in unison, and jealousies and fears in bosoms where friendship and trust should reign su preme. Charity, if given its full expression, would make national boundaries nothing more than the party line fences between neighbors, and result in kindly converse across the fences. The knowledge of power puffetH up, driving out charity, and the result is war and bloodshed and 1 uman suffering. The charity that edifieth makes known the eternal truth that all men are brothers, and impels men to forget self in the greater good. The greatest men this world has ever known have not been the men whom knowledge had puffed up, but the men who have had in their hearts the love of their fellows to such a degree that they have dedicated their lives to human service. Alexan der’s knowledge that he had conquered the known world puffed him up, and the deeds in which he gloried were but things written upon the sand. Lin coln, whose great heart overflowed with love for hu manity, dedicated his life to the service of mankind, and his name and his deeds are written in a glorious history that is as deathless as the firmament. The wizard of finance may sit in his counting room and puff himself up with the knowledge that in his hands are the destinies of nations, but comes the time when the voice calls to him, “Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee,” and his power vanishes like the mist before the sun, while his name becomes anathema to the generations that follow. But a Florence Nightingale or a Clara Bar-, ton, filled with the love that edifieth, dedicate their lives to the service of humanity, and the glory of their loving service is the richest diadem in their etefeial crowns. Knowledge of power that puffed itself up plunged the world into the maelstrom of war, only to be pricked to collapse like the toy balloon in the hands of childhood. The bitter results will linger as a hideous memory until charity intervenes to teach the world that he serves hjmself the best who serves the world the best, and when mankind is thus edjfied then shall our swords be beaten into plowshares and qurr spears into pruning hooks. “Charity suffereth long and is kind; charity en vieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up. Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, re joiceth not in inquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; heareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.” And that, dearly beloved, is what the world needs today—the charity that rejoices in truth and nqt iniquity, that bears all things instead of seeking to grasp all things, and that loves with an endurance that may not be prevailed against by thoughts of tell. When this spirit fills the whole world the long years around as we try to make ourselves believe it fills the world for a brief Christmas season, then In deed shall "The war drums beat no longer And the battle flags be furled In the parliament of man, • The federation of the world.” “THE FIRST LADY.” EVer and anon readers of the newspapers are greeted with the portrait of the president’s wife, or the wife of the governor, together with the legend lhaf it is the portrait of “the first lady of the land.” The intent, of course, is to pay a compliment to the woman in question. But there is not room enough in the largest newspaper in Nebraska to publish thjp * portraits of all the “first ladies”, of the state. The “first lady’’ of Nebraska is legion. Wherever there is a happy home presided over by a loving mother, there you will find a “first lady.” She may not know the difference between a lipstick and an aigrette, but she knows how to make a husband’s meager salary cover a multitude of household ex penses; if she knows how to keep her little flock • lean and warmly clad; if she gathers her little ones about her knee and teaches them the simple lessons of love and faith and reverence that make for better citizenship; if she can make her home a quiet refuge after the turbulent day; if her cooling hand is ever ready to caress the fevered brow—there you have the first lady of the land to the members of that household. The gracious woman who presides over the White House, the gracious woman who presides over the executive mansion at Lincoln, are among the first ladies of the land. But there are countless thou sands of others of whom the world at large never hears. Day by day, year in and year out, they are quietly and effectively discharging their duties as wives and mothers; cheerfully and effectively rearing the future citizenship of the republic; lovingly dedi cating their lives to the humble service of husbands and children and homes. Adulation of the wives of executives of state and nation can not but be distasteful to them, and cer tainly it is distasteful to Americans who have not yet succumbed to the lure of worship of those In high places. And this aping of European royalty and European aristocracy is a weariness to the flesh of genuine Americans. “The first.lady of the land”—the home-loving, burden-bearing, trouble-sharing, child-rearing, home making wife and mother as she stands forth in every American home worthy of the name of homel May she grow in numbers and in influence, and may she ever receive the love and tributes that are her due l*-om her s<fne and daughters { A DANIEL COME TQ JUDGMENT. If Dr. Edward Altenberg of Houston, Tex., ia a native born American citizen, and we entertain some fears that he is not, judging by his name, he is in line for the presidency if thu small boys of America learn about him and retain their knowledge until they become voters. Dr. Altenberg, who is a pro fessor of biology—boys, that means the science of life—declares to be the truth what millions of boys have insisted upon, that bathing is nothing more nor less than a fad and is of no practical physical benefit. Boys, of cour^, have not used such high brow language, but their assertion, “Aw, battlin’ don’t do no good,” means identically the same thing. Of course no father or mother who is not a col lege graduate will have the temerity to dispute what the learned professor of biology asserts to be true, and when the hesitant son quotes the professor shortly before bedtime on Saturday night, the only reply that can in good conscience be made is to say, “I don’t care what the professor says; you are going to take a bath anyhow." And then will fbllow more trouble when father and mother insist that son acquj^e an education, even to a college degree. For will not the sop, eager to get out into the world and be doing something, will say: “Aw, what’s the use? You don't take no stock in what them perfessers say, nohow.” The average American youtlt is so often con tradicted, so often suppressed, that we hail with three rousing cheers his vindication on this, bathing thing. Our youthful days are not so far away that we have forgotten the tortures of that Saturday night inquisition, our our heart goes out to the youths of today who are compelled to suffer, even as we have suffered many times and oft. How we would have hailed as guide, counsellor and friend an Altenberg in those far gone days of the old wash boiler on the kitchen stove and the wooden washtub on the kitchen floor. With those memories surging over us as the tidal waves surge over the reefs and lowlands, we are about ready to say that were Dr. Altenberg eligible to the presidency of this grqat republic, and a candidate therefor, we would lay awake all night the night before election, fearful that we oversleep, thus losing our chance to plump a vote for him for that exalted office. Wp trust, however, that Dr. Altenberg's pronun ciamento will not have the effect of crowding Santa Clau$ out of first place in the heart of the American small boy in order to make rooln for the biologist. YESTERDAY’S DEAD DELIGHTS. Whatever else Gertrude Atherton has done by her methods of advertising, she has proved that men cling to youth tenaciously. Days go by in steady procession, and years accumulate; hair imitates the Arab and silently slips away; teeth decay, and muscles lose their suppleness. Joints become creaky and step that once was light and springy become slow and deliberate, but the man does not give up. He is not slipping. All around him he may see the signs of change, even in other men, but fondly he imagines that somehow for him the march of time has been stayed. . Hefe comes Dr. Somebody, and in his hand he holds a magic wand, tipped with a goat gland. Under its gentle touch all the toll taken of man by age is paid .and a gallant youth of three score and ten stands upright to assume ^is place among the infants of half his years. Vanity of vanities! Senectitude has missed the sweetest pleasure of life, that of growing old with out losing any of the attractions along the way. He is so enamored of the first act of life’s drama he does not want to play in any other. Finally for him the curtain will have missed the entire play after the prologue. We may all be Peter Pans at heart, but very few of us realise the dream of forever remain ing young. Despite the Gertrude Atherton Goat Gland clinic, plenty of cracked voices will remain to shrill the regretful lines of Tom Moore: "Ne’er tell me of glories serenely ado.nlng 1 The close of our day, the cglm eve of our night; Give me back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning. Her clouds and her tears are worth evening’s best light." One fine thing about broadcasting campaign speeches by radio—it is easier to turn the switch than it is to get up and walk out. The Omaha water fund Is to be milked of $81, 000,. which may be taken as an effort to restore the balance in the general public’s milk fund. It appears that*the Ford boom is out of gas, a tire punctured and the lifting jack left in the garage. From reindeers to airplanes and limited trains is going some, even for Santa Claus. Homespun Verse —By Omaha’s Own Poet— i Robert Worthington Davie ¥ *_ r * IF YOU KNEW THE SECRETS OF SANTA CLAUS. I. Wouldn’t you be joyful, If you knew that Santa Claus Would be sure to bring you everything you wanted— just because You had been up there where Ice Is and the ground 1* white with enow, And had heard him name the place* where on Christ mas Eve -he'd go, And you heard your own self mentioned, and you heard old Santa say: _ Site's the sweetest little girlie; non* are truer, better— nay! For she minds her dad and mother, and she doeen't cry nor pout. And she’s going to get her wishes whsn the Chrlstmss moon Is out? n. You expectant little shaver, wouldn't you be more than glad. If you heard that Santa called you a deserving little lad And you heard him tell his reindeer how you toted In * the wood. And aeelsted dad and njother In the finest way you could; How he pointed the direction to the coxy cottage where You'd be sleeping when he hastened In and left your presents thel-e, And the reindeer promised Simla they would lead him straight and true— For there must be no forgetting little folk* as good as you? 111. And your mother and your daddy, wouldn't they be glad. If they Knew that Santa Claus waa going to make them happy Christina* Day For the things they’ve done to keep their little girlie blithe and good • For the word* they've said to bless their little laddie toting wood? Wouldn’t you be happy children, If you'd heajd old Santa Claus . Haying splendid things about you where the thick loe never thaws?— And your mother etui your daddy, wouldn't they be truly gay, If they knew about the presents packed away In lantx's alelgh? Out oj Today's Sermons An excerpt from today’s sermon l>.v E. T. Otto, pastor of St. Pauls Lutheran church. Twenty-fifth and Evans streets, follows: Our today’s text, Matthew 3:1-12, sounds a true Advent message, pro claimed by th* voice In the wilder ness. « During' the residence of Jesus at Nazareth John the Baptist came as a preacher and exhorter, solemnly her alding the approach of the kingdom of heaven. The grace of God In Christ was about to appear, bringing salva tion, healing and deliverance to sin sick souls, to all men. In tho mountainous, rugged coun try near the Dead Sea and on the slopes toward the Jordan valley, the austere and ascetic appearance and mode of life of this antitype of Elijah corresponded with his message, which enjoifted renunciation of the world and repentance. Ills clarion call was clear and penetrating: “Prepare ye the way of the Lord." The paths must he made straight. At the announcement of the coming of a king, the citizens In olden times would go out to repair the roads: mountains were leveled, valleys filled, detours straightened. This Is the natural condition of the Way into men’s hearts. Mountains of sins are piled up. Shortcomings In faith and in holiness of life yawn like valleys. Unbelief and hypocrisy make the way crooked and treacherous. How is the way to he prepared? Ths herald gives only one direction, "Re pent ye!" John shows up the prevail ing sins of his day. The Messianic hope of a Savior had been diverted to the appearing of a national hero. Conditions in the church are simi lar to<|ay. A wave of religious* liber alism. nationalism, heathen teaching In Christian garb, lias swept the church. I am not now speaking of crime spattered over the country, hut of the callousness and worldllness that has become the fashion of Christians. Do we abhor the utter enormity of sin? “The Cross Christ” Is the topic of the sermon to be delivered to day at the North Side Christian church by Rev. F. K. Hargrove. He will say: “For the preaching of the croes Is to them that perish foolishness, but unto us who are saved it is the power of God.” 1st Cor. 1:18. The cross stands among the schemes of redemption just where Christ stands among men. Everyman and every system must be measured by the unalterable rule that Jesus laid down. “By their fruits we shall know them.’* Other religions were founded whljg their founders were living, but Christianity was established by the death of Its founder. The cross then stood for weakness. It now stands for power: then it was shameful, now It is glorious; then It meant defeat, now It means victory; it then meant death, it now mean* life. Turn the wheels of any machinery backward and you will find a grave. Turn the wheels of the government hack afid you will find Chateau Thier ry, San Juan Hill. Manila Bay. Get tysburg, Shiloh and Valley Forge. Turn hack to the building of Doug 's* street bridge and you will find a Williams floating down the Missouri river to his death. Turn th» wheels of religion back and you will find the cross of Christ At Plymouth Cnhgregstlonal church t"d*y Her. Frank H. An derson will preach on "The Leaven of Congregationalism" aa follows: The birthday of American Congre ratlonal churches Is next Friday, pop ularly known as Forefather*' day. I do not believe that Congregational churches are to become a big, power ful organization, but rather a leaven. Con gregationa lists readily affiliate with other churches, or unite In form ing federated or community churches. Its principles, government and creed are the basirffor a community church. It has a "community conscience." At home, as well as In foreign lands, all union enterprises, whether churchee. schools or welfare organ izations. find us ready to lead or at least co-operate. In educational work this leaven hat been powerfully at work. Horace •Buahnell selected the site for the Uni versity of California. Dr. Beard sug gested to Mr. Stanford the founding of Delsnd Ktandford Jr. university. Dr. Gunsaulus Influenced Mr. Armour to found Armour Institute. It was a Congregational college that was the pioneer In co-educatlonal work, granting the flrst- degrees to women. It was the leader of the anti elavery movement It advocatd schools for colored people very early. It became notably tolerant and broad minded on all questions. In that anme Inatltutlon the Anti Saloon league was organized. The first prison reform meeting was also held there. We organized the first modem Protestant foreign missionary organ ization. It has blazed the way for all the others. It spied out the land. It was the pioneer. Its mission Is not to carry sectarianism Into foreign lands, hut to co-operate with all other societies.In establishing the Church of Christ In those lands. \\4e started the first and second home missionary societies In this country. The Christian Endeavor so clety owes Its origin to our leader ship. Ours whs the first theological seminary In this country. The first religious newspaper printed In this country, the first hymn hook, the first temperance society and the flrst moth ers' meeting all owe their beginnings to leadership In Congregational churches. 1 Daikl Prayer Ramsmbar tha aabbath day. to kaati It holy. HI a day* ahalt (hou labor, and do all thy work: But th* asvanth day la th* aabbath of tha lord thy tiod—*«. 20: l-S. (Kor Sunday imrnlng.) We .thunk Thee. O Gord, for the holy Hnhhath, no full Of blessings for TV>y chlldretV We ndore Thee for thl* memorial of th# preclou* work of our redemption, nnd type of the rest that remain* for the people of Hod, Help lie to !;oep the day holy. May we he richly, hh-axed In rending Thy Word, In listening to Thy Gos pel, and In nil the nervlcen of the holy dny. Be with all minister# of thy gonjiel, nnd rsiwvlnlly with those who preach Thy Word today. Bless our children, nl home and In the Hnhluith School. Give to the teachers the power to mold character nnd to guide the children slung thp pntli of the Just. Comfort nil that mourn. rs|ie dally such as have not been nil.nvod to attend Thy house today. Give us grace not merely to hear the Word, hut to help In the spread of light ami life over tjie world. * Kimble us to live nearer to Thee. May each Hnhluith b# a spirit ua! benediction lo nil Thy people. Book upon Otot«« who nr# yet silting In darkness and In the shadow of death. Send shroud Thy light slid Thy truth Into the benighted portions of our globs. Turn the nation* front Idol* to serve the living God. l.et th* ponplo praise Thee, let nil th* people prnlae Thee, and blessed bn ThV glorious nsitn# forever nnd #v«r. Atn»n A M MATO. I.ak* rbsrlaa. La. Prairiegraphs WAITING FOR CHRISTMAS. I count the days that come and go And wait the time when I can see The blazing candles all aglow Upon the family Christmas tree. I long, O how I long to hear The kiddie* laughing without pause As on that frosty morning clear They get their gifts from Santa Claus. The years seen.- lighter as I near The day that brings most childhood joy; To mind comes many a mem'ry dear, And once again i am a boy, From out the mist of vanished days Come voices of the friends of yore, And faces meet my mem'ry gaze And we're a youthful group once more. In mem'ry round the old home place I hear again a mother’s prayer*. And happy thoughts remove each trace Of mounting years with all their cares. I watch my children dance with glee. And seeing, quick forget three score, To dance with them around the tree, A happy, care-free lad once more. God grant the years ne'er bring to me Forgetfulness of Christmas joy. But may I e'er In feeling! be Amidst my family Just a boy. May coming years bring peace, good will To men In earth's remotest part; And Joy bells ring aloud until The world keeps Christmas In the heart. Speaking of punishments, there Is nothing that could be too cruel or l°o Inhuman to Inflict upon the wretch who knowingly and premedltatedly undermines or destroys a little child's faith in Santa Claus. There Is a noticeable absence of Christmas spirits of a kind, but per haps you have taken due note that the absence thereof ha* been produc tive of a larger and more generous distribution of quite another and much better brand of Christmas spirit? This better brand of Christmas spirit Is not bootlegged, either. Its distri bution Is not banned; on the contrary. It Is commended and wholly desirable. H. P. B., Albion. Neb.—Thanks for the kind letter. Quite agree with you that we'd be better off with a lot more it Gaslin justice and a lot less of technicalities and quibbles. NEBRASKA LIMERICK. rhere was is young fellow in Wayne Who had an abdominal payne For fear he'd grow sicker He took bootleg Ucker— He's ton dead now to da^it agayne. I'll stand on the sidelines and cheer while the combatants go 'round and 'round over the pros and cons of evolution, but the minute anybody intimates that Santa Claus was ever anything but Santa Claus I'll shuck my coat and Join In the fray on the whiskered side. The mere fact that President Cool Idge Insisted on buying his own Thanksgiving turkey need not be taken as indicating the fact that the Pilot of This Department would refuHe the proffer of a Christmas turkey. There are many points of difference between President Coolidge and this Pilot, accepting turkeys being one of them. He boasted that o'er country’s laws He'd show superiority. So made some hootch and drank It all And Joined the great majority. Upon his headstone is engraved The very simple words. "Hie Jacet." For he who laps the bootleg up Cornea down Ilk* stick from burned out rocket. Dr. E. H. J.—Like a cup of cold water to the weary wayfarer In the desert: like the handclasp of a friend when all seems darkest, so were your kind words to me. Like unto one of old, I have neither gold nor sliver, but If what I can give has helped, then I am Indeed well content. 1 our little note will serve to make my own Christmas a happier one. If I have an enemy In all the world I'd like to know It. Right now I'm In the best possible position to wreak vengeance upon him. 1 have what waa once an automobile that I'd give him. Certainly I'd never give It to a friend. Once they had to be maneuvered under the mistletoe. Now they carry 't around In their hair. Sally Ratus—" Cholly promised to Jive me a diamond ring for Christ mas.” Carrie W*y-"Huh. If Cholly thinks he la going to get It back merely be muse I broke our engagement, he has another guess coming, Hoes Mr. Ford Imagine that the presidential campaign soiree la an other species of Muscle dance? Speaking of music and the dance, as we were not doln#, but which we Intended doing, having but recently listened to a Jazz orchestra whose music consisted chiefly of hammer ing on cowbells and pounding on empty cigar boxes, the rlneet dance mualc I ever tripped the light fantas tic toe to In all my born days waa furnished by an aceordeon. Of course that waa a great many years age. down In the hills of Missouri, over Rock port way. We had no dancing academies, hut those oldtime homes had big dining rooms, and we young folk* were wont to foregather therein, take out the long table, roll up the old hit and-tnlss rag carpet, and pro ceed to dance until doggone near midnight sometimes. Every other dance was a quadrille, and a young fel low with the aforesaid aceordeon furnished the mualc. lie had but one falling. Every now /nd then, while playing a waltz( he would drop off to sleep and keep playing the same waltz tune over and over again until some tired waltzer kicked hint on the shins and awakened him. Things are so different these days. Instead of kicking the Jazz orrhestratora on the shins to wnkn 'em up. I feel more like using a 3x4 to put 'em to sleep. If It Is my untrained musical ear tt)at Is at fault I'm proud of It. " hlto eatlns end enjoying the Christmas fudge thsl l know my daughter* will provide In lx>u n t Ifu'l titpply. awav down In my heart I’ll be I Saturday Nights in Our Towns r- DAVID T. GUSTAFSON, Oakland, Neb. Saturday night Is a big night in my home town. It brings with it a host of our country neighbors and friends. They come early and stay late. To those who are not familiar with country life, it may seem peculiar that ail these country folk come to town on Saturday night. Mother comes to get groceries for the coming week and to exchange news with her city friends. Father must go to the barber shop to get the latest political news and, incidentally, a shave. The children come to visit the candy shop and to promenade about the streets. Cars of every description pour into town. They are parked along Main street, wherever there is available space. Father takes the butter and eggs to the store, where he is cheer fully greeted by a smiling clerk. Mother Is telling the children to he careful when crossing the street and to be sure and lie at the car by a set time. Grandpa and grandma are not along tonight. Perhaps they are lis tening in on the radio at home. « a • The new street lights pass their brilliant rays upon hundreds of people passing in review* Walk up Main street. Outside the City hotel sit a number of drummers stranded In town over Sunday. They are talking and laughing and seem to be enjoying themselves. The millinery shop Is filled to ca pacity tonight. A sale on hats evi dently Is going on. That the automobile has not com pletely taken the place of old Dobbin is proved by the fact that the harness shop Is still In existence. Here the farmers enjoy to gather and talk of the times that were. Those days when dad was a kid and we all came to town in the old spring wagon. Next we come to the grocery store. Groceries are piled upon the conn ters and boxes tilled with groceries, given In exchange for butter and eggs, are lined up along the counter. The electric shop Is next to catch our eye. Here they are busy demon stratlng the mysteries of radio to keen listeners and prospective pur chasers. The hardware store is not exactly an attractive place, but women like to visit there. They like to see the glistening ranges, wishing one for their own. We overbear a woman say: "No, John, we can't afford a new range now, but when you get the corn to market we’ll get this white enameled one—It just matches our kitchen!" Across the street Is the jewelry shop with Its brightly lighted interior and Its impressive window displays. A little ruddy-faced chap gazing in at the watches in the window, is say ing to his companion: 'Gee. when I get big I'm gonna buy me a ‘jewelry shop.'" • » • Sit down a while and watch the crowd go by. See the throng of hap py children. There is an o!d gray haired man being assistrd across the busy street. A liftle hoy is crying. He has dropped his ice cream cone: a gentleman stoops and hands h!m a coin. The child's face is a picture of joy. and. remembering what mother has taugh him. he says, "Thank you. mister," and hurries away. It is new getting late and the crowd 1 is dwindling. The tired merchants are closing their stores, one by one. W eary, yet they do not corirdaln. Somehow they enjoy to serve these people. The street is deserted now, but be fore we leave let us trke a part.ng look upon this now quiet scene. Most of the street lights are out. The street It but dimly lighted. We see the silhouette of a figure across the street. That is the night watchman going his rounds. We need not go to the city to study the drama of life. Anyone who will use his eyes can see life in its varied forms, its pathos and humor, and oc casionally a tragedy ran be found In this center of emotion—the small town on a Saturday night. wishing that I had a chunk of old fashioned sorghum 'lasses taffy. I reckon I'll never get over some of those Missouri habits—on* of which la to insist upon having my coffee served before I begin eating. Hoping your Christmas will he as happy as you deserve because of hon est effort to make It a happy Christ mas forothers. WILL SI MAI'PIN. ' By ANNA M. .JOHNSON, Gering, Neb. Saturday night and the tun ha* sunk to rest behind Scotts bluff. I be* sentiy the moon will be shining over the bluff, showing the rugged outlines of Scott* bluff. Mitchell pass and Dome rock. The sentinels have stood for ages, in their grandeur watching so much history in the making. Our feet would rather turn toward these mountains, but necessity com pels us to go in the opposite direction, for we must make one more purchase. We have a guilty feeling, for we think Saturday night belongs to the coun try people, and the clerks are tired, and people who live In town should do their shopping earlier in the day. But as we go down the street we look Into the windows to see how Gering spends its Saturday night*. The stores are full of country peo pie. There are many radio fans at Jack Wheat-* tire shop, and Brown's drug store listening in. Children are hurrying to the public library with books before the first show- begins. The two picture shows are filled to overflowing, country ja’o pie mostly, with town children be tween the ages of S and 16. We have In mind one lad of 14 who always goes to the show Saturday nights with his country pal, a bachelor many years his senior. No doubt the boy. especially, will have pleasant memories jr, after years of the Saturday niifnta spent with his tlllleum. tip In the residence section the many bright lights indicate a party In progress here and there. The barber shops are full, each awaiting his turn, discussing politic*. Farther up the street an old-time dance is In progress, drawing Its crowds from all walks of life. Now the first show is out and the country people hurry to make a few last purchase*, then horn-ward, where eager little hands are ready to help carry the bmjdVa into the house, per haps tearing off a little corner of the wrapping to see what is inside, frr children at this time of year have all the curiosity of the elephant's child A laughing group of high school stu dents Is coming down the street, hav ing been practicing th«lr junior play. Saturday night mean* reunion of home life for the week end to many, a* many men art out on the irrigation construction work. Booking off to the south we see the lights of the drag line, the lights seeming like the eyes of some big monster, but ‘tis the drag line digging the tunnel which will carry water to irrigate thousands of acre*. Eleven o’clock: th» sugar factory shift Is changing, mervare going to work and men are returning home, bright lights are burning, cars are re turning home. Foon the lights go out. one by one. and the night watchman has his lone ly vigil till morning. The he«t fe-ture of radio entertain ment Is that it can be shut off.—To >do Blade By IDA SMITH HUTTON. Kavelina, Neb. Gadtown has a library with I9H upon It. At 7 o'clock it is open and lighted. All ages and sizes of chil dren and adults come with Iiooka, to get books. No dogs can eifter with their small masters, nor {oiler skate* are allowed. The library can be truth fully called the community center. Because everything, anything is whispered there, from politic* to scandals. It is one block from the post office. The movie building. "Pastime,” is all illuminated, drawing the children with their dimes. The children study the billboard letter than a les son at school. They have their fa vorite screen stars. Itlght next door to the movie I* the Ice cream parlor with radio attach ment. to get more dime* and quar ters that may have escaped the pic ture show. There are three meat market* and four grocery stores in Gadtown. These shops stay open until 11 to get the farmer trade, after the picture show, and the late trade of the town dwell ers. who are down to sec the people. Automobiles line lioth sides of Grand atenue (Main street.) High school boys and girls are w alk ing up street, down street, toughing, talking, jostling, muching popcorn, which can lie bought at a street In tersection. Very few people in Gadtown say "How dei you do?” when they meet and greet each other. "Hello” is the popular salutation. Nights are frosty, the older people do not loiter outside on the benches as in summer time. Gadtown has hundreds and hun dreds and hundreds of dollurs in pav ing. Nothing else can be afforded, since the paving. It is the reason for not building a new church, or having a pastor In a church, or hav ing a much needed auditorium-. Noth ing can be done In the way of public improvements until the paving pc id. 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