THE SAME OLD STOKT
THE MAN ON DECEMBER 1
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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.
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And not spend $d coin
In riotous givl
Even though i pf the time.
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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.
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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.
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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