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ALICE Bt
PAL.MER
GREAT preparation? were In
progress for the annual
Christmas reunion at the
Thomas home in Glendale. Lauris
was decorating the living room
with streamers of red and green
and hanging belli and mistletoe
above the doors The holly wreaths
were already uuug arid father had
arranged the colored lights on the
evergreens in the front yard the
night before.
“Will be home for Christmas.'*
“Johny"
Mother had proudly read the tel
egram aloud to the family and all
were simply bursting with holiday
enthusiasm, foi Johny was really
coming home.
All was hustle and bustle in the
kitchen of fragrant odors. Mother
was wholly surrounded by delicious
sour cream cookies which she was
busily tinting in the Christmas col
ors of red and green. The refresh
ing aroma of the traditiona* carda
mom seed and of the spices, was
most pleasing. Even little Tim was
Johny Stood. Ag.,ast, Taking in the
Whole Situation.
privileged to aid in this glorious
Christmas preparation
When things weie well on their
way toward completion, mother
sent the children into the living
room. “1 want you to pack all the
gilts in that large box the grocer
brought," said mother, “and wrap
that holly paper around it so it will
look more Christmas-like."
“All right, mother,” they shouted,
in a chorus of happy voices, as
they scampered in. They had glo
rious fun amongst the gifts slyly
peeping beneath the sides of the
gaily colored wrappers and feeling
to try and guess the contents.
Mother chuckled within as she
heard the merry peals of laughter
and happy confusion.
“Soon now, my children," said
father, “we shall hear the train
whistle which is to bring our Johny
home."
Johny had mentioned that he did
not wish to be met at the station
and his desires had been duly re
spected.
Instead of a train whistle, they
heard the loud roaring and buzzing
01 an airplane.
“Oh, I bet Johny is coming by
plane,” shouted Lauris.
“I just bet he is, too," cried Tim,
•b excited.
“1 wouldn’t be surprised,"
grinned father, knowingly.
There was a rush to the frosted
window to see if anything was in
sight.
“Oh, mother, look at poor old
Mrs. Johnson sitting all alone over
there in her window seat. Doesn’t
she look lonesome though?” said
Bonny Jean.
“Let's invite her over for the
evening,” suggested mother. “She
was telling me the other day that
her son, Joseph, would not be home
foi Christmas.”
"Yes, let’s,” they all chimed in,
beaming with the Christmas spirit.
“That’s a very tine idea," agreed
father, smiling kindly. “You run
over, Tim, my boy, and ask her if
she would care to join us."
"Oh boy,” shouted little Tim,
chuckling at the opportunity of get
ting out to throw a snowball.
Some moments later, the dear
little lady was in their midst, smil
ing her gratitude toward each one
of them.
"It was kind of you to offer to
share your Christmas with me,”
she said. "It has been pretty lone
ly this year without my boy.”
Just then the door burst open
and in stepped Santa Claus. The
children almost wrecked him in
their excitement. He dropped his
heavy pack and shouted, “Merry
Christmas,” with all the strength
and energy he possessed.
Mother couldn't stand the sus
pense another moment She tore
off his mask and hugged and kissed
him hungrily.
Johny stood, aghast taking in
the whole beautiful situation. The
brilliantly lighted tree, the star of
Bethlehem gleaming at its peak
and little Tim jingling a rope of
sleighbells all in his honor.
But the best was yet to come, for
ho opened the door and in stepped
a tall, handsome soldier, his face
flushed with a happy holiday smile,
his garments covered with the
Christmas snow.
“Hello, mother,” he said, as he
rushed into the out stretched arms
of the smiling Mrs. Johnson.
After all questions had been sat
isfactorily answered, Lauris began
singing at the top cf her voice,
"When Santa Comes Marching
Home.” The others sensing the
grand idea, joined in with a jolly
good spirit of fun. in the combined
Christmas reunion.
O Weatern Newspaper Union.
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MEANING OF CHRISTMAS
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THE first meaning of Christ-!
mas is that 01 generosity,
inspired by the greav gift of God !
to mankind. The selfish sway of
the world is broken at least for
a time, and the Christ spirit is
born in our hearts. Sometimes
the exchange of presents is car
ried too far and becomes a
burden instead of a pleasure; but
anything that makes the world
unselfish is beautiful and good
Popcorn Ball Decorations
Popcorn balls, wrapped in re<
and green tissue paper, silver pa
per or glistening cellophane, an<
piled in a decorated basket, maki
attractive centerpieces for Christ
mas dinner or party tables. /
small favor may be placed in eac|
ball, to add interest at a party
Hung on the Christmas tree, thes<
balls make pretty ornaments fo
the strong lower branches that al
ways seem to be neglected whei
the tree is decorated.
Choosing
Bird for
Christmas
Dinned
■ ■1 ■ A.
CHOOSING a Christmas turkey
of the right size this year
will assure every guest plen
ty of delicious meat and at the
same time avoid the usual post
Christmas series of turkey hasn
meals, according to Miss Anna
belie Robinson, associate in home
economics education at the College
of Agriculture. University of Illi
nois.
A general “ruie of the thumb”
is to allow three-fourths to a pound
of dressed tur
key for each
guest. If the bird
is to be served
with dressing,
the % pound al
lowance probab
ly will be ample.
If there is no
dressing, more
meat will be
needed, and the
larger allowance
will be the saf
est
At the above pi i peyp
rates a 15-pound U U I O
turkey will feed
approximately 20 people, while a
10-pound bird will be sufficient for
13 guests. Since many families do
not plan to have more than live or
six at the Christmas table, even
smaller birds probably will be in
demand. However, it usually is bet
ter to get a bird
r weighing at least
ten pounds
dressed, since
smaller turkeys
do not develop
as fine a flavor.
Unless the size
of the turkey is
entirely out of
proportion to the
^E number of din
ner guests
enough will be
I I p CtQ left for only one
VjwLO IO or two meals of
cold turkey. Miss
Robinson said.
Whether the turkey is chosen
from the home flock or bought at
| a market it should be a fat, plump
■ bird and preferably a young one.
| The skin should be smooth and
J clean, and the breast and thighs
i plump and meaty. The bird should
be reasonably fat. since the fat im
| prrts a better flavor and prevents
\ < the dry, tasteless flavor common to
| turkeys in poor flesh
HOLLAND'S SANTA
/’CHILDREN of Holland believe
that St. Nicholas was a kind
I hearted Spanish bishop who had
heard about their land of dikes,
l windmills and tulips and decided
. to pay it a visit, says Johan Hart
in “Picture Tales from Holland.”
L He arrived there long years ago on
I December 5, and began giving chil
dren presents. Since then he has
* always returned on that night to fill
■ the wooden shoes of Dutch children
■ with gifts. The children in turn
i - leave out some carrots or hay fot
1 his horse.
I BRISBANE
THIS WEEK
The Pole's Health
One Pillar Missing
Big London Fire
A Pretty Good Country
News, far more important than
any English royal marriage contro
Arthur Hrlobunr
versy, concerns
the health of
Pope Pius. The
whole world, ad
miring the
Pope’s character
and his loyal ef
forts for peace,
hopes earnestly
for his speedy re
covery, while
millions that fol
low the Pope’s
spiritual guid
ance pray for
that recovery,
with the cardi
nals kneeling at
the Pope s bedside.
In spite of his advanced age,
there is reason for hope, in his al
ways temperate life and his early
Alpine climbing expeditions.
Mr. Hull, secretary of state, offers
"eight pillars of peace” upon which
American peace and prosperity
might rest.
With all respect for the secre
tary's earnestness, it must be said
that the most important “pillar”
for the United States is not found
among the eight.
The interesting pillar is a pro
tective force of airplanes and sub
marines so great as to make any
attack upon this country unthink
able. When John L. Sullivan lived,
no one hit him.
London’s Crystal palace, covering
17 acres, went up in flames, visible
fffr 50 miles. London has not seen
so great a Are since "the” great
Are of 1660. That Are started at one
o’clock in the morning in a house
in Pudding lane; you may read
some interesting details in Pepys’
diary. Burning four days, the Are
caused great destruction, but did
good in the end. It wiped out, for
one thing, the great plague of Lon
don, that made the citizens mark
their doors with a red cross and
"Lord, have mercy upon us,” and
caused the grass to grow in Lon
don’s streets. London was rebuilt of
brick; after the Are no more wooden
houses, and streets were made wid
er. Our misfortunes often improve
us.
Former President Hoover, just
now in New York, smiles at the sug
gestion that he plans to leave this
country and take up his residence
in England. The former President,
in spite of the “Maine-Vermont”
incident, thinks this is a pretty good
country and he is right; it made
him President.
This is “the day of woman," as
a well-known religious leader said.
Hongkong tells of a lady, chief of
pirates, looting a ship, taking $10,
000, displaying unusual ability and
ferocity.
The airplane, in a better way,
helps to establish woman's more
than-equality; Capt. Mollison starts
through the air from England to Af
rica, trying to beat the record of
his own wife, not that of some other
man. Flying records depend upon
the machine and the nerve of the
pilot. Women have more nerve and
physical courage than men have
ever had, although men don’t know
it
Washington reports that the Pres
ident, using the discretion given
him by congress, will order the con
struction of two battleships, to cost
$50,000,000 each. Many will hope
that the statement is mistaken,
especially as the President is said
to be doing this to “match Britain’s
move.”
If we should build those battle
ships, squandering $100,000,000 of
the public money on them, and then
be foolish enough to send them out,
in case of war, a couple of $50,000
airships would sink them, or low
priced submarines would blow them
up.
If you have imagined at any time
that the United States has lost its
interest in kings, titles and nobility,
turning away from such things in
its complete, simple-hearted democ
racy, look at your newspaper and
see how many columns and pic
tures it prints about Britain’s king
and his proposed marriage at this
time: and observe, if you dine out,
the general subject of conversation.
It was truly a marvelous recep
tion that Buenos Aires and the en
tire Argentine Republic, its Presi
dent, cabinet and people, gave to
the President of the United States.
An enthusiastic crowd of a million
and a half crowded every street in
the great Argentine city, now in
the spring season, and most pleas
ing were two words used by the Ar
gentine president, Justo, “Mi ami
go” (“my friend”), as he greeted
the American President.
Those two words, mi amigo, ex
tended in all sincerity from one end
of the two American continents to
the other, would solve the A.' :en
can peace problem, and this coun
try need not worry about the two
words popular in Europe and Asia—
“MY ENEMY.”
® King Features Syndicate, lno.
WNU Service.
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“Red Death and Black Panic *
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
MILTON AUERBACH of Atlantic City, N. J., brings us
today’s thrill, and it happened to him on his first day
back at work after being mustered out of service after the
war. The war didn’t give Milt much of anything to write
home about, but the minute he got home things began to
happen to him. That’s the way it always is. Adventures
happen most often right in your own back yard.
This one started with a cry and a roar. On January 7, 1919, shortly
before five o’clock in the afternoon, a woman thrust her head out of a win
dow on the fourth floor of the Sauer building on Penn avenue, Pitts
burgh and screamed one word, “Fire.” There was a moment of quiet.
A fireman standing on the sidewalk turned and started to run toward
his engine house. He had taken two steps when Hell burst its boun
daries and began roaring in the streets of Pittsburgh.
Celluloid Films Exploded.
There was a loud, shattering BOOM! A gush of smoke from
a first floor window and a bright red flash streaked out from
somewhere between the first and second stories. A man’s body
shot out of a window as though it had come from a cannon—head
first. A man standing in front of the building was thrown halfway
across the street.
Flame ran through the whole edifice—blazed fifty feet from the top
of the roof. Highly inflammable celluloid films stored in the building had
exploded and turned the whole place into a funeral pyre in which nine
people eventually lost their lives.
Milt Auerbach was in an office on the sixth floor. There were eight
of them there altogether—salesmen and stenographers busy at their
respective desks making out reports and finishing up for the day. They
heard the terrific report and made a dash for the door. “When we
opened the door,” says Milt, “were were enveloped in A SHEET OF
FLAME. We turned, then and ran to the windows facing the street. By
the time we reached them the flames were at our heels.”
They Were Jumping to Death.
Milt saw one of the girl stenographers escape through the window.
Another one followed her. It was Milt’s first day in the office. He thought
there must be a Are escape down which the girls were fleeing. The porter
Holding the Girl, He Stood on a Narrow Ledge.
was climbing out of the window now, and Milt told him to hurry so he could
follow. Then the porter was gone and Milt started out the window after
him. He pushed out his head and recoiled in horror.
There was NO FIRE ESCAPE there! Down below on the side
walk he saw the bodies of the two girls and the porter.
Another girl tried to push by him. Milt caught her and she fainted.
Still holding the unconscious girl in his arms he climbed out of the win
dow and stood on a narrow ledge. With his free hand he clung to the
window sill.
Inside the office the remaining salesmen were huddled in a corner
the flames had not yet reached, shaking hands and saying good-bye to
one another. Fire engines began to arrive in the street below. They
spread a net, but from the sixth floor it appeared to be about the size of
a dime. No one dared jump, Milt says, because it would have been im
possible to gauge the distance to that net correctly. Other trucks were
unreeling hose lines. Still others were raising ladders. But the hose
lines didn’t hold out much hope. Water would be of little help to the people
trapped in the building. The ladders were their only hope.
He Couldn’t Get to the Ladder.
They were hoisting a ladder right under the ledge to which
Milt was clinging, but to Milt’s dismay they had it on the wrong
side of the trolley wires and could not lean it against the building.
The unconscious girl was getting heavy in his arms. His other
hand, still clinging to the sill, was tired and just about ready to
lose its hold.
Milt looked inside and noticed that the flames didn’t seem to be com
ing any farther into the office. There was a little space in there that
they did not cover. He bundled the unconscious girl back in through the
window and followed, himself.
In other parts of the building, dense fumes were driving people to
the upper floors. Fire began to spread to the building next door. Every
where in the burning structure people were clinging to the windows as
Milt Auerbach had, and the streets were filled with people shouting over
and over again the monotonous warning refrain, “DON T JUMP!
On the sidewalk, dozens of limp, motionless bodies testified to
the soundness of that advice. Few of those who jumped had landed
in the nets. Now firemen were fighting their way inside the build
ing. Two men, their clothes ablaze, but still alive, were carried
out. A little farther in they found the body of a woman, her hair
gone and her clothing in ashes, just a few feet from a stairway
that would have led her to safety.
Milt Was Almost Electrocuted.
Meanwhile, up on the sixth floor, Milt Auerbach waited impatiently
for the firemen to raise their ladder again. “At last, he says, a ladder
did reach our floor. A fireman came up and relieved me of the girl in
my arms. He carried her down to safety, and then the men followed.”
That trip down the ladder was almost as bad as the suspense of
waiting for it. It swayed alarmingly as Milt started down it. The rungs
were far apart. Every step Milt took made him feel as if he were
missing his foothold. Down he went. The bottom of the ladder was
set in the top of the fire truck, and in order to get down from it Milt had
to rest his hand on the back of one of the horses that drew it. That’s
where Milt got one final thrill. For as he put his hand on the horse’s
back an overhead electric wire broke. It fell, hit the horse, and sparks
flew Just as Milt landed on the ground, the horse fell beside him—
STONE DEAD-ELECTROCUTED!
Nine people died in that fire, and many more were injured. The girl
Milt had held on the window ledge was in a coma for months as a result
of her ordeal. But Milt was lucky. He came out without a scratch.
©—WNU Service.
Task Well Done
Have you known the satisfaction
i that comes with a tas.i well done?
| Of course you have. Every farmer
knows that when a field has been
well plowed, a fence properly built
or the live stock made comfort
able, he can end the day in a satis
fied mood and go to his night s rest
with a greeter peace of mind than
if he knows he has shirked a duty
or slighted a Job in the day s rou
tine. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth
to do. do it with thy might,’* is a
good motto to follow.
Hand-Loom Weaving
Hand - loom weaving is an art
which dates back to the beginning of
civilization. Its greatest impetus in
the United States took place during
the Revolution when our supply of
fabrics from the mother coun
try was shut off. From then on,
notes a writer in Successful Farm
ing, until factory-made cloth became
so cheap, it was developed exten
sively. By the middle of the last
j century, only a few hand loomj
were still in operation, and these
| only in isolated mountain region^
Patchwork Quilt i
Puts on the Dog
Scotties to right of you, Scotties
to left of you, and each one fun
to piece for this amusing and col
orful quilt. Here at last, your
chance to use up scrap after scrap
of gay cotton in the contrasting
blankets, being sure to keep Scot
Pattern 5673
tie’s squarish head and legs in a
dark, uniform color. It’s a world
of fun to piece, and the pattern
may also be used for a patchwork
pillow. In pattern 5673 you will
find the Block Chart, an illustra
tion for cutting, sewing and finish
ing, together with yardage chart,
diagram of quilt to help arrange
the blocks for single and double
bed size, and a diagram of block
which serves as a guide for plac
ing the patches and suggests con
trasting materials.
To obtain this pattern send 15
cents in stamps or coins (coins
preferred) to The Sewing Circle
Household Arts Dept., 25£ West
Fourteenth St., New York, N. Y.
Write plainly your name, address
and pattern number.
Mingled Web
The web of life is of a mingled
yarn, good and ill together, our
virtues would be proud if our
faults whipped them not; and our
crimes would despair if they were
not cherished by our virtues.—
Shakespeare.
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