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THE SAME OLD STOKT THE MAN ON DECEMBER 1 t- • Now wifey let us be se is Christmas ti Let us not spend our Each chic and child Of every forty^secont^Tpousirffwe can think of. • Each $1.98 that-we spend i(pw Means that much/t^ore economy in the y It means Less clothes, Less theaters, Less porterbffus* Less everything that you This Christmas That we can we And we must. i We must think And not spend $d coin In riotous givl Even though i pf the time. We’ll cut it p And have so mer day’s vacation THE MAN ON CHRISTMAS MORNING A!i! Abox-of jcigars from dear old Will, / ^ n *- *' $ N f AncJ just my favorite brand. Hhe never forgets. £P\ Y>c v -» '•> $ And here’s a'tpp foKBaby j; And a book^fipm John's wif< And Molly’s baby sends a _Sg| centerpiece. And Ge x -v>^ " usin, of apples for the. famih NowlWrtii^ A nee^bl^Jrotn Causin' Andj(just my color too^J And then she sends' A scprf PiJYlancFpins for Bab) AndTstill^there’s more, The mouse ir fatrlylfttered up with Christinas remembrS Boxes from Joe, and Clatk^und Sue, AndlCousin Billy. V C__L-— Did any other famjjy^ever have —Jj . | So many thoughtfuT Triendsj and relatives asjwe 1: > I tell_you fQs jj il L To^iave folki,thlokmfTjsTlketliis>^--ji | h Tp around thislittle old world of ours tljere’k §pm< lonelalls- mu friend; Somfeone wtio remembers_ypu.—WeJike it, Don’t welwifey?^ THE MAN ON JANUARY 2 Christmas Is a Good Day for a Cold. BISHOP OLMSTED of Colorado was making a Christmas address to some Denver children. “Eat heartily on Christmas day," the bishop said, smiling. "Do full Justice to turkey, to cranberry sauce, to plum pudding, to all the good things. But don’t give way to glut^ tony. Don’t gloat over your Christ mas dainties like a Bala hoy I used to know. This boy said one Christ mas morning: “ ||yt I wish I had a cold!' “‘Why?’ asked his brother “ ‘Cause mother says to feed a cold, and If I had one to-day, wouldn’t I feed it, though!’ ’’ Old Ideas About Christmas. Even as late as 1753 there was some doubt as to the exact date of Christ mas, the old count bringing It to the 5th of January, the new count giving us the 25th of December, which is "the day we celebrate.” In Devon shire, England, it is believed that ii the sun shineti at noon on Christmas day a plentiful crop may be looked for in the following year. LOOKING 171* THE 1 °^--_ CHILD&E1S7S RECOffL M..,^m^rnmm-mi - ■■■ — ■■'■ ■■ — ■ .——————t £be Best liUsbcs ; of tbe Season « « ! j L~".... ...... i t CO the Solitary, the dwellers apart, J by choice or by chance, with • hearth-fires that for one burn dull j and for two would glow and sing - j to all of these, B merry Christmas and ! B nappy new Yean £0 Them that are set in Families, j where love, bestowed with no 1 thought of its return, passes back 1 and forth abundantly between open i hearts — to all of these, parents, j children, kinsmen, friends, B merry Christmas and B Bappy new Years i CO the Poor and the Rich, envy- ; ing each the others’ freedom ! from the cares of too little and too ; much, yet learning year by year ! that without health and enthusiasm j and faith and love, none can be rich, ! and with them none can be poor— i to these, j B merry Christmas and B nappy new Years CO the Workers, the vast fortunate ; majority, in humble places and j in high, often baffled and disheart- • ened, questioning if there is not j somewhere for them a greater work j with a greater reward; yet happy at j the last if they will have it so, in j seeing the figure they have wrought ■ in the fabric of living, a figure drawn j by the great Designer for their weav- j ing and none other’s—to all of these, i B merry Christmas and B nappy new Years CO Old and Young, with the years j behind and the years ahead, j years that show but a span in the < centuries since the Light first shone j from Bethlehem upon the paths of 1 service, humility and sacrifice and j gave to all the ages a spirit that has j made them one ; to Young and Old, j treading with gladness these lighted i paths, even though not always j knowing whence the Light comes— ! to all, j B merry Christmas and B nappy new Years i i —Youth's Companion. \ Japanese Santa Claus. The patron saint of Japanese chil-, dren is named Kotie. He is always pictured with a big sack, which is said to contain presents for the good chil dren. When Kotie wishes to cross a river he uses this sack as a boat. He is believed to have eyes in the back of his head to watch the little ones, and has various other qualities w-hicli re mind us of our Santa Claus. The “Christmas Pye.” A “Christmas pye” of the olden times was an immense and expensive affair. At one time it was compound ed of flesh, fish and fowl, and the crust was called a “coffin” in old English books. Christmas in the Olden Times By Sir J l 'alter Scott EAP on more wood!—the wind Rut 1< t it whistle as it will. We'll keep our Christmas merry st.ii. »y1|r Jffi Each age has deemed the new-born year The fittest time for festal Even, heathen yet. the savage Dane At Iol more deep the meed did drain; High on the beaeh his galleys drew. And feasted all his pirate crew: Then in his low and pine-built ball. Where shields and axes decked the wall. They gorged upon the half-dressed steer: Caroused in seas of sable beer: While round, in brutal jest, were thrown the lialf-knawed rib and marrow-bone: Or listened all, in grim delight While scalds yelled out the joys of fight. Then forth in frenzy would they hie. While widly loose their red locks Hy; And, dancing round the blazing pile. They make such barbarous mirth the while. As best might to the mind recall The boisterous joys of Odin's hall. And well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had rolled And brought blithe Christmas back again With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honor to the holy night: On Christmas eve the bells were rung; On Christmas eve the mass was sung; That only night, in all the year. Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear. The damsel donned her kirtle sheen; The hall was dressed with holly green; Eortli to the wood did merry-men go. To gather in the mistletoe. Then ppened wide the baron's hall To vassal, tenant, serf, and all; Power laid Ills rod of rule aside. And ceremony doffed her pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes. That night might tillage partner choose. The lord, underogating share The vulgar game of "post and pair.” All liailed, with uncontrolled delight. And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown. Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, the well-dried logs supplied. Went roaring up the chimney wide; The huge hall-table's oaken face. Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace. Bore then upon Us massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn. By old blue-coated serving man: Then the grim boar'shead frowned on high. Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garbed ranger tell How, when, and where the monster fell; What dogs before his death he tore. And all the baiting of the boar. The wassail round. In good brown bowls. Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowls. There the huge sirloin reeked; hard by Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie; Nor failed old Scotland to produce. At such liigh-tide. her savory goose. Then came the merry maskers In. And carols roared with b'ithsome din; If unmelodious was the song. It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery; White skirts supplied the masquerade. And smutted cheeks the visors made; But, O. what maskers richly dtght Can boast of bosoms half so light*! England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. *T\vas Christmas broached the mightiest ale; \ ’Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year. ) i Holiday (L'hccv. > - * See that your stockings are > right side up: never turn the > hose on Santa Claus. > -ft r, * “What* would you like for \ Christmas?” “A match and an ) ash tray." "Hut you don't j smoke." "No. but think of the 1 bills that will be coming in.” \ ☆ * <r I “Now, children,” said the [ teacher of the juvenile Sunday > school class, “can any one tell | me what man attained the great ■ est age in the world?” “Santa ' Claus,” promptly answered a i small boy who had ideas of his | own. . * * * * ! Tess—May Is having her own 1 troubles worrying about Cholly ] Roxley. Jess—Surely, she doesn’t want to marry that simpleton. ! Tess—Of course not, but she’s | having trouble keeping him on i the hooks 'till after Christmas. ; * * * Molly—Do you expect to have ! much fun at the Christmas mas ; querade? Dolly—How can l help i having it? My hat will be J trimmed with mistletoe. ☆ & ☆ I While the kiss under the mis I tletoe doesn't count, yet every j girl counts how many she gets. > ☆ ☆ ☆ | Stella—Don’t you believe it Is l more blessed to give than to re | ceive? Bella—Yes, indeed, there ( Is no tantalizing ignorance of ! how much the gift cost, i ir ☆ ☆ ’ “I won't be good,” said Willy. > “Then Santa Claus won’t bring | | you any presents.” “Wasn’t I j I bad last year, and didn’t I get , J more'n ever?” ] Under tbe mistletoe Che crimson coals within the grate Were burning clear and bright, Che room was half in purple gloom And half in rosy light. T entered from the Winter dusk, Where softly fell the snow, And saw her stand with drooping head Beneath the mistletoe. 1 placed an arm about her waist, And from her lips T drew A kiss that breathed of roses wet With drops of honey dew, But all the same T knew that when She heard my step below, Chat artful maid arose and stood Beneath the mistletoe. Lack of haste sometimes meaneth j waste of a job.—Thomas Asparagus. THEN AND NOW. Children Different Than They Used to Be When She Was Young. "If it were not for my sister-in-law,” said a young mother, "I could be per fectly happy in the bringing up of my little girl. Sister-in-law understands all about 'child nature,’ and it pains i her to see me treating my daughter as ; my mother treated me. She has been worried to death because I’ve let tbe child believe In Santa Claus. She •ays it’s wicked to teach ltaa. and that a child's whole moral being is undermined when it discovers that its parents have deceived it. It didn't af fect me that way, but children were different in my day. She worked me up so about it that last week I under took to explain to Dorothy about Santa Claus. “ ‘Santa Claus,’ said I, ‘is merely the personification of the Christmas spirit of generosity and good will.' “‘Spirit?’ asked Dorothy, looking dased. “ ’Yen,’ said I, the Christmas spirit’ Dorothy was taken off to bed. When I went in to kiss her goodnight there lay the child crying softly to herself. At first she wouldn't tell me what the trouble was. After long urging, she sobbed out: “Tm 'fraid, I’m 'fraid. You said Santa Claus was r ghost, and I'm 'fraid he’ll come.’ “I sat right down and told her Santa Claus was a fat little man with a red face and white whiskers. I wish sister-in-law would let me alone. I believed lit Santa Claus till I was ten rows old." 'jit 1* : - : -ft Christmas Night. BY WILL HILL. CHRISTMAS, crowned with mirth and cheer, Sweet magnet-night of all the year, From field and city, camp and foam, Where'er our loved ones absent roam, Thy subtle spell from far and near Can draw them home. Gathered round thy friendly fire, Sisters, mother, sons, and sire Once more in fond affection meet, To love-set time their bosoms bgat, And every hearth’s a happy quire Of singers sweet. Copyright, law. Christmas Tales iu. ■ MAYOR STOY of Atlantic City was talking about Christmas dinners. "If one is going to give a Christmas dinner," he said, "it is best to give a good, even a lavish one. Then one doesn't get up from the table with re morse gnawing at the heart, as was the case last year with an Atlantic City young man. He took his fiancee and her mother to a Christmas din ner in a New York restaurant. Arriv ing at the restaurant a little before the ladies, he ordered the dinner, and then said to the waiter: “‘Look here; I'll call for two quarts of champagne after the fish, but you just bring that champagne cider in the fancy bottle instead. It's good stuff, and the ladies won't know the difference.’ “ ‘Very well, sir,’ said the waiter. “Then the ladies arrived, and the dinner progressed splendidly. The champagne was ordered, the cider was brought, and neither guest perceived the deception On the contrary, they both praised the champagne. They drank heartily of it. "But when the bill came at the din ner’s end, the young man's face dark ened He beckoned to the waiter, and. with nods and winks galore, pointed to the wine item. “‘Waiter’, there's some mistake about this charge, isn't there?' “ ‘Oh, no, sir,’ said the waiter. ‘Two bottles of champagne, eight dollars. That was what you ordered, sir.’ “ ‘Certainly. Two bottles of chain- j pagne. We remember your ordering them.' the ladies chorused. “ ‘But—' said the young man, wink ing and nodding like a steam engine at the waiter. “ ‘The bill is quite correct, sir,’ said the waiter, firmly. “The ladies looked at him reproach fully, and the young man could do nothing but pay up.” Sample of American Christmas Push. SIR THOMAS LIPTON had been complimented by a New York re porter on the cup he had just offered. “I ought to offer a cup,” said tho genial Briton, “to the retail shop-keep er who does the biggest Christmas trade. The size of your Christmas trade amazes me—its size, and the j dexterity with which it is handled. “I heard the other day of a great j Christmas bargain sale in Quincy. To ! one of the bargain counters a man j was rash enough to venture. He j struggled heroically a little while among the press, then, with a laud cry, he sank. ‘“Help, help!' he shouted from the floor ‘Help! My leg is broken.’ “The clerk, dextrous in the handling of Christmas crowds, got him. “ ’And you'll find our Christmas splints and curtcbes, sir,’ he said, ‘on third floor back, fifth aisle to left., „ In the Interest of Peace on Earth.” ALFRED H. LOVE, the president of Universal Peace Union, told one day in Philadelphia a peace story. "At this Christmas season,” he said, “men talk sincerely about loving one another, about the universal brother hood of man, and in the same breath they assert that it is right to burn and maim and kill in war. They are not so logical as a young colored re cruit who served in the Philippines. This young man, at the end of his Initial engagement, was haled before his captain. •'•80 you ran at the first fire, did you?’ said the captain, scornfully. “‘Yes. sab; an’ Id ’a* run sooner, sah, If I’d kaowsd K was cornin'.’ “ ‘Have you no regard for your reputation. Calhoun?' “'Mah reputation liain't nuffiji’ to me. sah. 'londside o’ mah life.' 'The captain smiled and twirled his mustache. " ‘Even if you should lose your life. Calhoun,’ he said, 'you’d have the sat isfaction of knowing that you had died for your country.’ “ Wot sa'isfafction could dat be to me. sah. when de power o’ feelin' it wuz gone?’ “‘Then patriotism means nothing to you?' “ ’Muffin’, sah. I wouldn’t put mah life in de scales agin any government dat eber existed, for no government could replace de loss o’ me.’ “ ‘Calhoun, if all soldiers were like you. the world’s governments would all go to pieces.’ “ ‘On de contrary, sah, dey’d last forever; for if all soldiers wuz like me. den dere couldn’t neber be no flghtin’.’ ” ' ~ - Sam Small's Hypnotism Didn’t Work. "THE late Sam Small had his faults," I said an Atlantan, "but he did not dodge the penalty of them. When he went wrong, he owned up like a man, and if punishment was due, he took It. "That was the doctrine Sam Small preached. He hated dodgers. He used to laugh bitterly at the plea of ‘hypnotic influence’ that used to be put up by nearly every murderer. "I once heard him ridiculing hyp notism. He said that he, bought pret ty heavily one year for Christmas, and when the bill came in for turkey and mince meat, candy, ducks, chickens, plum pudding, fruit cake and so on, he thought to himself that here was a case for hypnotism to be tried “He went first to hypnotize the grocer. Approaching the man, he looked him squarely in the eye, at the same time repeating, slowly and im pressively: “ ‘My biil is paid.’ “A change came over the grocer’s face. His color faded, his eyes grew dull, his expression blank. And in a strange, mechanical voice he mut tered : “ ‘You’re a liar.' ” It Was a Sure Proof of Lunacy. RUFUS L. GRISWOLD, the Cleve land educator who holds that it is wrong to let children believe in Santa Claus, was arguing about his strange views at a dinner. “Why lie to children?” he asked. “Why let them believe in a myth? Whenever I hear mention of that loathed name of Santa Claus. I think of a lunatic. Some years ago I at tended a trial. A witness was be ing examined as to the sanity of one of the inmates. " You hold that this inmate is in sane. do you?’ a lawyer asked. “ i do,’ was the firm reply. " 'Why are you so sure?’ “ ’The man.’ the witness said, ‘goes about asserting that ho is Santa Claus.’ “ ‘And,’ said the lawyer, ‘you hold, do you, that when a man goes about asserting that he is Santa Claus, it's a clear proof of his insanity?’ “ '1 do.' “ 'Why?’ “ ‘Because,’ said the witness, in a loud, indignant voice, ‘I happen to bo Santa Claus myself.’ ” Had Earned Her Christmas Gift. ‘,'THEKE are Christmas gifts and I Christmas gifts,” said Bishop Foss, “but the only acceptable ones are those given with a pure motive. In a crockery shop, during the holidays, I once saw the proprietor hand a plainly-dressed young woman a two dollar bill. She looked at the bill, and said bitterly: “ ‘Is that all? And durin’ the past year ain't I broken 35 tumblers, 26 cups, nine meat platters, four saucers, 72 plates and 13 of the mistress’ best tureens?’ “ ‘There, there,’ said the shopman, soothingly; ‘here's another dollar for you. And don’t forget me, you know/ he ended with a