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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 21, 1902)
J -isr -1 1 Sequel toheNeWatrg MS SteEP CBein -; ,',rr7fmii'uWinl;llif,imlHlnD)Ulllli3 V a w i if Ip , II lilft H-l-f-T I i mm u. i ,,.t .yr, n-i imi.mm iti t ttit mr nnmiim iiiinnu i r 1 1 . , - .tit irv AtnTiNii.Hiin mil1, mil mi Hi mi 11 u irwflWi t mi'inmiminiii'Hiimniiminum1" - T WAS early In the mornln'. An' the enow was on the ground. Gee! It looked as If the fairies Had been workln' all around, Puttin' down the Christmas ear- On The St,, an' roofs; an' gardens, An' the trees all trimmed with lace. Say" It looked like soft white velvet. Full of dl'monds, shining bright. Maybe Santa Claus had dropped em As he hurried In the night A? the houses all were quiet Seemed like people didn't know , That Tt sure was Christmas mornln An' me. walkln' In the snow. But I didn't want to holler "Buy your Christmas papers here! Causi it was so still and quiet. An' I felt a-kind of queer an t leaned against the Tallin Of thlt church there in the square. An I thought of what folks meant by When they talked of "house i o , prayer. Well, while I was still a-thlnkln 9 I " 1 It V J - Blfcaifc 1 M t- Miiiiii.iiiiiiiimtiiiniiiiiiillUilll Why they pray and preach niul sing ar.g and clang I heard above me. An t lie lulls began to ring. Gee! Imt I was scared a minute, For It came so sudden like, But It woke me from my dreainin'. An', thinks 1, "It's time to hike.'' So 1 chased along an' shouted tl-'or 1 knew I needn't feir. Now the church bells was a-ringin') "Christmas papers! papers here!'' An' the tune them bells was playin' Followed every place 1 went, Till I thought I'd go to church there An' llnd out what Christmas meant. For to me 'twas just like Sunday, (I had seen no Santa Claus), An' I had a bigger paper, Just like Sunday's always was. Kids don't think of newsboys Christinas. For they've got so many toys. An' their papas don't want readin" Cause they've got their girls and boys, An' with watchin' all the young 'uns Find what Santa Claus has brought. I might holler all my lungs out But I'd never get a thought. So I tramped a good long distance. Till my papers all were gone, Then 1 goes back to the church there An' I linds a service on. Well! I see I'd missed the first part. For the kids was up In front. An" the choir, 1 think they call them, Had got up to do their stunt. When they all sat down up yonder fl was standin' near the door) a kind-faced bloke he spied me. says he, "Been here before? says 1, an then ne takes me Blue 'A . ' . fl -a ( - ' 1 tegSr' 1 rTfi6fw6g&siurant6r By the hand, into his st-at. An he puts me at the ' seu end An' bthind me was the heat An I feels so wurm-an' sumething 'i hat I'd never lelt betoro Ci. es turost me. just like magic In that beat right near the door. Then a man gets up in rru.,,l,l,.lTt'' An' he looks so good and klnU That it seems to me lie s talkiii ii- iiw.re'H somelhin' on his mind. An' he tells about borne Jesus. Who waa born long muc In a little manger stable In a town 1 uiun i An' lie talked abou some shepherds Sitim iookiii ai ,r.,,.i,.,l An' some wise men who . . ..., o l.uek east so tar, Briiiuin' told an' other treasures, T in. us a" perfumed and bweet spiced, Christina iT presents lor thu, Jesus Which His other name was Cliiltt Then he talked about the angels, Singin' songs that Christmas morn, All about God s Christinas present To the world-lhis Babe i.ew-boin. Then thinks I, that's why the choir sang- ,For 1 heard most every vrd Sang "Oh come, let us adore ""''. lUt's adore Him. Christ, the Uird. Then the man he gets to talkiii W hat this Jesus Christ had doi:e For to teach us all to follow In the way that He had gone, Bein' kind to everybody W hether they was kind ol not When you lind a feller busted Uivvy up what you have gut. You should make It up at Christmas. An'. Ihlnks 1. "1 wonder how." Then the music started coin' An' the pe pie stood to sing. An' 1 heard the words come, plainly. "Glory to the new-born King." An' that music of the organ, People singin', all but me. An' the evergreens an' holly An' the llnhts. Oh. lordy me! Kiiv, 1 never felt no fcclin's Like the ones 1 felt Hint day. For 1 felt full up to bustln' An' I thought I'd sneak away. You'd just think you sce'd the picture Angels, wise men, new-born King When the music tilled the church with "Hark, the herald angels sing." So 1 breaks nway light sudden When the people all sits down, An' it's me to get some dinner In a "resturong" uptown. An' I thinks I'll have some turkey, Blow mvself to some mince pie. An' "I'll have a little Christmas of my own today," thinks I. Well. I walks on to the comer. An' I tell you what I sees There Is scttln' Shorty Johnson Willi lils miners on his knees. Here's my chance, says I, to guy 'C:Mise his papers wasn't sold. But I couldn't help a thlnkln' What the preacher man had told llow n feller must be decent On the blessed Christmas morn; llow he mustn't scrap, nor nothln', 'Cause this Jesus Christ was born. Points & W- mm r V ' Vi r - i r - Me an' Shorty had a list light Just a week or two ago I'd been waltin' to get even. An" it s now I had a show. But them words they kept a-ringln' In my ears just like a bell, So I edges up to Shorty. An' says I. "Say. can t you sell. Shorty turns around an' sees me, Never says a word at all. An' says 1. "Come with me, Shorty, An' 1 11 help ye sell 'em all. Shorty looks at me a minute, . . .. v, Wall o. hm a the ioke. All BUjn i'. " , says I, "l ve been to cnurcn men-. 1 i' old isnorty never mk'hc. tells him all the story So What I heard the preacher say. How we'd got to be forglvtn . Cause it was the Christmas day. Shorty's eyes looked kind o dim like, An' a lump was In his throat. An' I tried to talk some further, But I couldn't peep a note. ll hi So we kind o' shakes our paws there An' says nothln' that's our ways; Guess lt'B all the same to Jesus When we does Just what He pays. Well we goes an" sells the paptrs, An' we hollers everything "Buy your extra Christmas number, Hark, the herald angels sing. "Christ mas papers! Christ mas papers! Glory to the new-born King! "Buy your special Christmas extras Hark, the herald angels sing! Then we geU a turkey dinner. Blows ourselves to cake and pie. Shorty says: "1 like this Christmas. "An' I like it, too," says I. When I goes to bed that evening w y if him 111 I i $ " 1- ' -1 Irl , II wmwym i-j- pf,;; J kl A Warn i 1 1 Lumuuuuii vmaum m u j3 . , ' tj All our Christmas earnin's spent Then 1 dreams an angel asks me If I knew what Christmas meant. An says I. "I like this Christmas; Me an' Shorty now is ""?,' Then the angel smiles an tells me "That Is how the kingdom comes. Then I asks about that kingdom. What its meanin' was to me, An' It says, "You've done your duty Keep on lovln -you shall see Well I don't quite get the meanin Of the words that angel said. But I've made It up with Shorty, An' he's sharln" now my bed. There I thinks I gets the story What the preacher man he sends. How that Christmas Is more joyful If your enemies is friends; An' I feel a lump a-rlsln' An' I wish that I could fmB Like the kids what's in the church there, "Glory to the new-born King. THOMAS J. KHM.Y. December 12, 1902. l (sj Igjiiiim 1 . mwLiJpy? tiT, wd goej 5eirs i a M k i C L ii i i f5 pApvr o uiii in.u An' if there waa anybody What you had "it in for" now,