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    TITO OMATIA SFXDAT BEE: DEOETtrBEIt 22. 1012,
The Busy Bees
. ESSAGES to SanU Glaus and thoughts of Christmas are upper
most In tho minds of the young people this wock. Christmas
trees must bo made ready for tho llttlo old man, who will
come from tho north with his reindeers to draw his eloign full
of toys to the good little boys and girls.
And those who will hang up their stockings will be look
ing for tho best place for Santa Claus to find It.
The queen has written her message to her young subjects this weok,
and In her letter sho urges that the Blues try to win from tho Reds. Tho
reign of the llttlo queen Is almost over and It Is to bo hoped that the next
queen of the Blues will be as fatthfnl as Queen Mildred White has been.
Itarely has there been a week during her reign that she has not written
for tho pago and thtf same may bo said of tho king, who Is about to leave
his throne. Tho king has not only written a letter to his Reds, but has
sent a most Inspiring "Battle Song," which should spur his subjects on to
victory. " i
So far It Is hard to tell Just which sldo will win for there are only
one or two points between tho two sides and the result of tho winning will
be told on the next Sunday Busy Bee page. Tho Busy Bees must not for
get to send In tho names of those for whom thoy want to vote ior tho new
rulers. The name of Miss Helena ChaBe for the queen of tho Blues Is the
only one, which has been sent In up to this dnle.
Their Own Page
NEW BUSY BEE HAS JOINED THE
RANKS.
Little Stories by Little Folk
(Flrit Prlxe.)
Richard's Reward.
By Marie Hackenbcrg, Aired 11 Years,
1710 Charles Street, Omaha. Red Side.
Onco upon a time there were two little
playmates named Marguerite and Char
lotte. They played together all tho time,
and one day Charlotto's mother went
downtown and left the two girls at homo
lo mind the house.., It, was on the out
skirts of New York and there wero not
sny neighbors very close,
The two girls were playing with .their
dolls in the sitting room. Charlotte got
tip to go out In the kitchen for her doll's
enulle and when she opened tho door tho
room got full of moke.
The girls were very frlf htened and Just
itood there speechless.
Richard Boyles, the newsboy, happened
o be coins by with hti papers, lis sojv
the h6uee In flames and saw
girls, who lay on tho floor with their
unrig around each other. They, had been
overcome by the smoke and would soon
be burned to death If something was not
done. He hastily threw his sack from
Ms back and dashed In the window, He
carried the girls out one at a time. Ho
4iad a hard time and burned his hands
-badly.
When Charlotte's mother and father,
"Mr. and Mrs. Hartman, came home the
rlrls told them about tho fire and how'
Richard had saved them. Mr. Hartman
sent for Richard and asked where his
homo was.
Richard said he had no home, but slept
ih the streets at night. Mr. Hartman then
asked him how he would like to, live
with them' and he- aald, ''Fine." Mr.
Hartman adopted htm and he was very
happy with his new home and his. stater
nd" playmate.
(Second Prlxe.)
t A Skating Party;
By Marjorlo Hhlpnian. 'Aged 11 Years, Sid-
ney, Neb. Bluo Side.
'"We will meet at tho old 1' Ballo
.place," said Helena as she huag up the
receiver of tho 'telephone. "What forf
.asked her. mother'. "For,, the skating
party," wns'tho answer "It will bo this
stemoon at Fcsto lake." Her mother;
smiled. "And may I go, mother, dear?"
asked Helena, "Certainly was tho an
swer." That afternoon at 3 o'clock ono dozen
girls laughed happily as they skimmed
over tho smooth Ico on their skates.
Everything went well that afternoon, ex
cept ono thing, and that tiling was that
Martha, a pretty goldcn-halrcd girl, fell
down and bruited her leg a little. At C
o'clock they removed their skates and
started home. But all tho girls went Into
Helena's house to warm themselves.
While they were chatting around tho
hearth, Mrs. Castor, Helena's mother,
fixed up ,a neat lunch. They ate It
heartily, but as It was getting, late tho
girls all thanked her and went homo after.
merry time skating.
- (Honorable Mention.)
Henry's Christmas.
tty Sarah IJndale, West Point, Neb. Red
Side.
A long time ago there lived a little
boy whose name was Henry.
Henry was a good boy during the
month of December so Santa would visit
him.
Onp Christmas evo he went to sleep
early and told bis mamma to thank Santa
for him. His mamma did so.- Ho wished
for a pair of skates and got them with
many other things. I believe Henry was
the happiest boy I ever heard of.
Henry said to his mamma: "Say,
mamma, Santa Is the best man a llvln'."
Henry had a grand Christmas dinner,
of course. He went out skating and
played war with the rest of the boys
)f went there wltlu-
Henry salds "I believe I am the hap
piest boy there over was," and he was.
Henry was not selfish for he wished
for only one thing and othej; boys called
for a whole lot of things.
P. 8.: To the Reds: Don't let those
Blues get ahead of us. (Prom a Busy
Bee.').
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Writ plainly on one side of
th paper only and number ths
PSffSS.
S. Va pen and Ink, not pencil.
3. Short and pointed articles
will bs given prsfsrsnc. So not
use over 9SO words.
4. Original storlss. or letters
only will bs used.
0. Write your name, age and ad
dress t the top of the first page.
rirst and steond prizes of books
will b clven for the best two con
tributions to this page each week.
Address all communications to
oxrxsKSirs department,
Omaha Bee, Omaha, Xsb.
MOLJIH CORENMAN.
were presents' which were quite large.
My presents were near the door and I
the two j aw a sIe(1 t,iat 01,0 can Knld, for me, as
,i came through the door; next I saw
a coaster with three whoels that you
coast down hill on, then I found some
hooks, neckties and several boxes of
candy, fur me which took up a great deal
of time looking at. Soon woall went back
Into the pnrlor and cracked nuts and nto
candy nnd fruit until most 10 o'clock.
Then we nil went to bod.
1. S. : Remember, bent the Reds, Blues,
I'm sura you can.
A Letter from the King.
Dear Busy Becsi After disgracing my
pelf by not writing to tho page hnlf as
often ns I should, have decided to try
not to do so again, so I will begin again
.today to help tho Red side's prizo winning
etrcuk.
' I was very much surprised last Sunday
when I saw that tho Ulucs hud won all
of the honors, Molllo Corunncann being
the only Red who wrote u story and It
Was a good one, too. Now, Reds, wo won
tho honors last year, why can't wo 'beat
(or at least tie) tho Blues this time? I
know it is hard lo wrlto a story every
Sunday and I don't expect that of anyone
except of those who have plenty of time.
I know, by lato experience, that when n
person Is buying or making Christmas
presents It Is not tho easiest thing In
tho world to find tlmo to write stories,
but let's take tlmo enough to wrlto to
tho -Busy Bco'pago at least -onco every
two weeks. My subjects, do you realize
that the time to pronoutico tho victor of
tho Busy Bees Is only two weeks off,
and that tho Blues havo a Hinall lead
over us? And that by dint of hard work
and' tho most earnest effort of every ono
t tho Reds to get In our very best stbrles
for next Sunduy Is the only, way wo can
Keep tno honor or being tho host story
rltors of tho" Busy Bees? And that wc
III probably have to win both prises
Sunday, December 29? Always keep your
patience. Reds, Never glvo up to old
man Disgust, and remember tho old
slogan, "If yuu havo failed so far, try,
to again, and I think tho Reds will bo
tho bust set of young authors In Omaha.
You Reds who have never won a prise.
don't glvo' up. Anybody who lias won a
prise by wrltlifg to the children's pago
can truthfully say their prizes aro good,
interesting, clean, wholesome looks.
1 hope my subjects will get to work
and flooa tho pago ovcry Sunday with
letters from them and, belle vo me, I nm
going to "practlco my own preaching,"
for remember our motto is "Beat tho
lues or die." Reds, let's see if our flag
won't bo the ono to float ut tho top of
tho polo on tho last day of. this term.
Thcro uro a few suggestions Of what to
write about for the young Reds who are
troubled with tho nnmo of their story:
"My Christinas," "A Poor Boy's ChrUt-
irus," "A ChriHtmus vacation .-Well
Spent," "A Bad Boy's ChrlstmaS' "A
Christmas Chopping Expedition" (comic).
Yours hopefully
WALTER AVKRltU Rod Sldo.
283 Chicago Street. Omaha.
some fun on the merry-go-round that they
hitvo there. They give us a sack of
candy and nuts, and wo fish for Christ
mas presents. Wo stay there until about
1 a. m. In tho morning. And that Is what,
we do on Christmas day.
Rolin's Happy Christmas.
mom,, rueo. muo muc
Rolin wns a little newsboy about V)
years of ago. He was a very poor boy,
with no father, but a loving mother. His
father had died three' days before Ills
son s birth. '
Tho day before Christmas little Rolln
wanted to sell moro' papers, for ho wanted
to get something good for Christmas.
That day as Rolln wns going to cross
the street ho saw a llttlo boy standing
at tho corner crying very fiard. Rolln
went to him and asked him why ho was
crying. The 'little boy told him he had
lost his way home, then told Rolln where
ho lived and his name (Harold' Gregory).
Rolln had earned only ono nickel, so he
took tho boy, and they got on a street
bar. V
Soon Rolln found himself In front of
Mr. Qrogcry's house. It was a large
and beautiful house. Rolin wont to the
door and rang tho bell. Soon a mold
appeared at tho door. Rolln nsked her
If Mr. Gregory was at home. The maid
told him to como In nnd sho would cull
her mistress. In a few minutes Mrs.
Gregory appeared. As Boon ns she saw
lor little son sho threw .her arms about
him and cried: "I thought you waro
lost! Then, she turned' to Rolln and
said: "I do not know lidW tb thnnk you."
Sho usked him to stay for supper, and
then Mr. Gregory would come. When
supper was over nnd Rolln wns ready to
go, Mr. Orcgory gave him a J30 goldptcce,
Christmas presents and good things to
ftHo also Invited Rolln .and his mother
to tho Christmas dinner.
Rolln nnd his mother lived happily ever
niter.
K Letter from the Queen.
OMAHA, Neb.. Dec 17. Wli-Dear Busy
Bees: Remember the time of declsTon Is
near and the contest has been nip and
tuck so far. We must brace up and win
a. few more prizes.
Would Ilka to seo some good Christmas
stories next week. Don't you think It
Would make our Christmas much brighter
If We would help some needy family?
Our school gave quite a contribution
Thanksgiving to the Old Ladles' home
and several of tho rooms are going to
furnish soma family with necessary urtt
;les to make a happy Christmas.
We must live up to cur motto. "Try, Try
Again," Your true queen,
MILDRED C. WHITE.
Christmas at Onr House.
By Joyce Wlengert. Mapleton, la. Blue
. Bias.
Last year on Christmas eye we wero
sitting In our parlor guessing at what
tor presents would be, when we he&nl
an awful-Jingle of sleigh bells which
became louder and louder until all th
noise-stosped just outside of our door.
Then father got up and went into the
Itcx, room and let some one In and about
a; minute later opened the door and let
.us all come Into tho room In which he
was In- It was a Christmas tree In the
center of the table with many packages
round It while all around the 'table
No Santa Claus!
Thank God! He Lives, and He Will Live Forever!
Dear Editor I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends
say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says: "If you see it In the Sun, lt's eo." ''
Please- tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
VIRGINIA 6'HANLON,
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. Thby havo been uf
fected by tho skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe,
except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not,
comprehensible by their llttlo minds. All minds, Virginia,
whether they be men's or children's, are little. In thls-i;reat uni
verse of ours, man is a mere insect as compared with tho bound
loss world about him, as measured by tho Intelligence capable of
grasping the whole truth and knowledge. .
Yes, Vlrglna, there Is a Santa Claus. Ho exists- as certainly
as love and generosity and devotion exists, and you know that
thoy abound and give to your Ufo Its highest beauty and Joy.
Alas! How dreary would bo the world If there was no Santa
Claus! It would be as dreary as If there wore no Virginias. Thoro
would bo no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make
tolerable this existence. Wo should have no enjoyment oxcopt In
sense and sight. Tho eternal light -with which childhood fills the
world would bo extinguished.
Not believe In Santa Claus! You might as well not bellove in
fairies! You might got your papa to hire men to watch in all the
chimneys on Christmas Evo to catch Santa Clatis, but oven If they
did not see Santa ClauB coming down, what Would that- prove?
Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that Is no sign that" thoro is no
Santa Claus. Tho most real things In the world aro those that
neither children nor men can Bee. Did you evor see fairies dancing
on tho lawn? Of course, not, but that's no proof that they are not
there. NoDodycan conceive or lmaglno all the wonders there are
unseen and unseeable In tho world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the
noise inside but there is a veil covering tho unseen world, which
not the strongest man, nor even tho united strength of all the
strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. ' Only faith,
fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and
view and picture tho perpotual beauty and glory beyond. Is It all
real? Ah, Virginia, In all this world there Is nothing else real
and abiding.
No Santa Clausl Thank. Cod! he lives, and ho lives forever.
A thousand years from now, Virginia', nay, ton times ten thou
sand years from now, ho will continue to make glad tho heart
oL-chlldhood. New York Sun.
paper, you had me on the Blue Side and
I am on the Red Side.
You see I am very anxious., for our
Red side to win, I do hope we do. I
will write a story as often as I can.
Lovo to all the Busy Bees, I remain
your friend, MARIE KUHRY.
Schuyler, Neb.
CANDIES ARE QUICKLY MADE
Inexpensive nnil Delicious nnd
Stilted to the Wanti of the
Street Tooth.
The candy season Is again with us. In
most families homemade"candIes are an
important feature of the Christmas fes
tivities. The following tested receipts
will be helpful to those who need Instruc
tion In the pleasurable task of candy
making, '
Hero is the never-falling fudge receipt:
One-fourth cup milk, ono cup sugar, but
ter the urae of a walnut, two sqares, or
two ounces of chocolate. Place on stove
and rtlelt oil together, and boll until It
clings together In the water without be
ing brittle. When stirring quickly, If tho
bottom of tha pan shows and edges sug
gest sugariness It Is getting done. .Tust
before taking off the fire add one-halt
tcaspoonful ot vanilla, then beat thor
oughly until creamy. Pour Into n well
buttered platter, and when almost coot
cut Into squares. If preferred, add chop
ped nuts Just beforo removing from tho
fire, or form the fudge into balls whllo
warm nnd roll In ground nuts. Tou may
uso peanut butter Instead of ordinary
butter, especially If you do not use chop
ped nuts. Preserved figs are excellent
when coated with fudge or when mashed
and mixed In fudge while warm.
Two cups of brown sugar boiled with
milk and stirred continually until It
forms a wax ball when tested In cold
water makes an excellent candy If mixed
with chopped raisins.
This is an Inexpensive and delicious
candy: Grind ono cupful of blanched al
monds and the same amount of peanuts
In tfie food chopper. Make a rich fon
dant with light brown sugar nnd milk,
stir with fondant constantly until it forms
a ball of wax when tested In cold water.
Remove It tfrom the fire and stir until It
foams. A little cream of tartar will assist
In making It creamy. Pour tho ground
nuts Into the candy and place all on a
buttered pan. While warm, cut tho candy
Into squares. Do. not break tho pieces
apart until cool. When cold, dip each
piece Into melted chocolate, unsweetened.
A firm, ripe banana cut Into rather
thin slices and dipped In melted sweet
chocolato Is delicious.' Place on oiled
paper and set in cool placo to harden.
Dip marshmallow Jnto melted chooo
late, roll them In ground nuts and set
aside t harden. Mnrshmnllows hastily
dipped Into hard lemon taffy makes a
good confection.
Melt unsweetened chocolate In a doublf
pan nnd dip loaf sugar Into the melted
chocolate, and sprinkle the pieces with
ground nuts. This Is a good candy to
give a child.
To make cocoanut balls, take one and
a fourth cups ot sugar, one-third cup ol
boiling water, one-fourth pound ot shred
ded cocoanut, whlto of one egg, and a
llttlo lemon extract. Boll the water and
sugar without stirring until It threads,
pour It on the whlto of the egg, which
has been beaten to a stiff froth, beat tha
mixture until It Is stiff, and then stir tho
cocoanut quickly into It and shape It Into)
balls.
Taffy made with brown sugar and milk,
constantly stirred, and poured ovei
j chopped dates makes ono of the most de
llclous home mane canaies we nave, ii w
llttlo cream of tartar, about a fourth ol
a teaspoonful, Is added to two pounds of!
sugar and beaten constantly it makes the)
flaky taffy well liked. The chopped dates
can be cooked In the mass, beaten when
removed from the stove, and turned Into;
a buttered pan. Cut the whole confection
Into squares before quite cold. Coffee)
taffy Is a new confection. Instead of
water, UBe coffee to dilute the sugar.
Cook In tho usual manner and pull th
same ns the old-fashioned variety. As II
begins to stiffen, roll tho candy In ground
nuts and. break Into desired lengths. Pull
over a meat hook fastened to the kitchen
wall. One will find the taffy pulls mots,
quickly and Is more flaky ,whcn cold.
Unless filled with man yalr cells It IS
tough". ,
For harmless coloring save tho Juice
from beets for pink or red, the Juloe of
spinach or beet leaves for green; vege
table green can also bo 'bought at druB
stores; saffron soaked In water for yel
low, grape Juice for purple and grated
chocolate for various brown and cream
tints. If you wish to preserve for future
use, add to each pint of Juice ono pint of.
sugar and boll until It thickens, then puti
It Into a bottle for future use. These are
excellent for coloring -Ice cream. Ices and
cakes as well as candles.
A Christmas Invitation.
By Ruby Peterson, Agtd it Years, 30S
apruco street, Umalin.
Onco upon h tlmo thcro wore two llttlo
girls uiul their names were Jane und
Mary. The girl named Mary said to
Jane: "What do you think you'll- get
for Christmas?" Juno nnswered and said:
'Why, I didn't expect to get anything."
"Then you will not caro to accept an
Invitation from me. I wns going to ask
you and your mother over on Christmas
evo and for supper." So Jane suld. as she
opened the goto: "I will send word and
tell you," ns they departed from euch
other.
On Christmas ovo Mary and her mother
wero glnd to see Jane and her mother at
the front door. Tho ffrst thing, Mao
took Jnno to tho parlor and showed her
tho Christmas trep. I hopo nil you people
have a good time Christmas eve.
A Christmas Story!
By Julius Frank. 623 Bouth Eighteenth
street, Aged 13 Years. Blue wide.
It wns only ono (lay after Christmas
and Johnny Jones was walking proudly
through tho streets with his new gold
watch. After overy mlnuto or so ho would
taku It out nnd look at Its face, not
merely to know tho time, but to admire
his gift
But as l)o was walking thus, lie saw
an Italian organ man with his monkey.
Johnny liking mtislo, began to follow htm
How We Knew When Santa Was
Coming,
By Olttdys K. Martweli: Aged 14 Tears,
viarss, ntu.
When we wore little boys and girls,
about Christmas tlmo our folks would
begin whispering secrets. Wo' did not see
them, but we knew thoy were doing It
Just the same. Out parents and older
brothers and sisters told us that If we
were not good hoys and girls Santa Claus
would not bring us anything. We were
all very good, as we wero really afraid
Banta would not bring us anything If we
misbehaved, If some of us did some
thing that we thought was not Just right
wo were haunted by the fear that Hanta
had seen us. It went on In this way un
til Christmas eve, when our parents totd
us we must go to bed early so Rants
would have time to fill our stockings,
We all scampered to bed at this. You
may bo sure It any of us happened to be
awake to hear Santa's sleigh bells we
considered her very fortunate, Indeed. In
this way we knew that SanU was on his
way.
Christmas Day.
Bv Arthur LonhbauKh, Aged 12 Years. OH
wen jMineieenm utreet, Columbus, Neb.
I am writing for once more In my life
to the Busy Bees. I am always reading
the stories. Now I am going to write a
story.
Where am I going to spend my .Christ
mas? I expect to spend my Christinas
at my Aunt Jenny's. She lives in tho
south part of the town.' We are going
to eat our dinner and supper there, and
at night the family Is going to the Or
phans' Hall. Leo, a friend of mine, la
going to be there. We expect to have
from street to street. When the Italian
reached his homo he Invited' Johnny in.
Juat ns soon as ho stepped through tho
i door tho Italian bound him with ropes.
Now Johnny thought it was tlmo to act.
He saw a little orphan girl pass by so
he took out his watch and threw It at
tho girl's feet. The girl Joyfully ran to
the orphanage to show It to the head
nun. By this time Mrs. Jones thought that
John might bo playing with children at
tho orphanage so she went there. She,
was talking with the nun when the girl
came rushing up to show her treasuro.
Mrs. Jones recognized the watch at once
and asked the girl where sho obtained It
The story was told and the police were
phoned. They all went to the house
and thn Italian was arrested and John
was restored to his mother nnd his gift
was rettimed'to him. As for tho orphan
she was glVon enough to fill her bank.
An Unexpected Christmas Gift.
By Alice Slavcn, littt South Tenth Street,
Omaha. Blue Hide
George Brown wns tho only child of
a rich merchant In London.
When Mrs. or Mr. Brown asked George
what he wanted for Christmas he would
only answer, a baby sister. :
It was Christmas eve, Mr. Brown was
called out on business.
.He was going down ' one of" the Im
portant streets, ho cttme to a 4e1ephono
post and thero Wns a buskct with a baby
In It. Thero Wns a note, which' read:
"Please give my little Marjdrle a home.
I am n poor woman and cannot keep
her any more. Sincerely,
"MRS." BOWMAN."
Mr. Brown took the child and called
his wife and told her to put George to
bed and he would keep tho baby until
then.
When George was In bed, Mr. Brown
took tho baby In and gently laid her
with George.
The next morning when Gcorgo awoke,
was he surprised? He nearly falntod,
but knelt down and thanked tho Lord
for his Christmas present.
Joe's Christmas.
By Morton Blum. Aged 10. Gi'i Polk
Boulevard, Dcs Moines, la.
Somewhere in' -tho city of Charleston
there lives a boy named Joe HarveyC
Jon was a boy of 9 and sold papern on
the streets pf Charleston.
Ono day ns Joe was selling his papers
a stout man about 33 years of age stepped
up to him and said: "I will mt you at
6 p, m. Christmas day at your home,
and I will tako you to my hbme and
glvo you a Christmas dinner, and here's
my card," and ho pulled ono out reading,
"Mr. J. A. Anderson, No. SG7, 186th strefet,
Charleston, S. C."
"All right." said Jje.
"What Is your name, little boy?" said
the man.
"Oh; my namo Is Joe Harvey," an
swered Joe. "I am poor. I have not had
a blto of anything to eat today."
"Woll then run along and sell your
papers, and do not forget what I told
you." Then tho man stepped In his auto
and drove away.
Christmas day came, and at 6:30 p. m.
that evening up drove tho auto to Joo's
house and out stepped the man and
Jtnockcd at the door. Just then Joe's
mother came to the door nnd said: "What
will you havo?". Tho man said: "Is Joe
here?" "Ye-i" said Mrs, Harvey. "May
I speak to him?" ho answered. "Yes,"
sho said. Then Joe's mother said: "Como
Joo," and Joo came to the door. "Come,
on, Joe" '.'All right, Mr. Anderson," sold
Joo. "Sood'bye," and he also said:
"Mamma, I am off to tho races," and
disappeared.
I
Here is Johnnie
The man who sells
the famous
Johnson Lamp
That cuts your gas
bills in two
Johnson Lamp
Company
Phone Doug. 1760
621 South 16th Street
John B. Gallatin
The Red's Battle Song.
By Walter Averlll, 2S32 Chicago Street.
Omaha. Red Side.
Beat those Blues fellows, or die,
Como wrlto more stories one and alt
This won't do at nil:
That Is our battle cry.
r
Let's make moro Christmas surprises
'By winning more prizes;
And in tho end give the Blues the
merry ha ha
Mako thorn cry. "Papa,
Those Reds are skinning us allv'c.
They certainly are the busiest bees of
the hive."
The last days wo shout;
Thn Blues, O they pout
Rods, the fight is won.
Tho day Is done,
And we glvo the Joyful shout.
Hurrah for the Reds, bah-h-h
Btuos.
Happiness for the Reds, blues
BJues.
Until the Blues plead for mercy
Say, "Please let up, we nave -had enough
for today."
BAILEY,
THE DENTIST.,
Formerly Paxton Hlock.
New White Enamel Sanitary Office
704-10 City National Bank Building
10th and Harney Sts., Omaha.
Personal attention warranted work pain
leBs dentistry new method. No charge for ex
amination nnd estimate.
for tho
for the
Editor's Mistake.
Dear Editor; I received my prlxe this
morning and I can't tell anyone how
fond I am of books and I know I will
like this one for-1 have already started
to read It. This Is the scond time "f have
won the first prize, but O' dear Editor,
you made a mistake In last Sunday's
"Twas the Night Before Christmas"
Hy Clement Clark .Moore.
Twas tho nlKht before Christinas, when all through the
house
Not a creature was sttrrlnir. not even a mouse; i
The stookltms wore humr by the chimney with care, '
In bono that St. Nicholas soon wouia ho there;
The chlldrcnwerq nestled all snuff In their beds.
V3Ule visions of sURar-pluiL-n danced tit their heads;
And mamma In her 'kerchief, and I In my cap.
Had Just settled our brains for & long: winter's nap
When out on the lawn there arose mich a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was tho matter.
Away to the window I flow like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and! throw up the sash,
Tho moon, on the breast of the now fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below;
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature nlelgh, and eight 'tiny reindeer,'
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment It must be St. Nick.
More rapid than earlea his coursers they came.
And he whistled, nnd shouted, and called them by name:
"Now. Dasher! now, Dancerl now, Prancer and Vlxent
On, Comet, on Cupid! on Doncltfr and IlllUen'
To the top of the porch, to tho top of tha wall
Now, dash away, dash away, darili away all'"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly.
When they meet with anobstacle, mount to the sky,
So un to the housetop the coursers they flew.
LWith the Hletsh full of toys -and St. Nicholas, too.
And then In a twinkling I heard on tho roof
The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
As I drew In my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all In fur from his hood to his foqt.
And! hi clothes wero all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back.
And he looked like a peddler Jyat opening hi? pack.
Ills eyes, how thoy twinkled! his dimples how merry;
His cheeks wero like roses, his nose like a cherry;
HIb droll little mouth wan drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the Snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight In his teeth.
And the smoke, It encircled lila head like a wreath.
Ho had a -broad face and! a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of Jelly.
He was chubby and plump a right Jolly old elf;
And I laughed when I .saw him. In spite of myself.
A wink of his eye. and a twist of his head.
Boon gave me tp know I had nothing to dread.
Ito spoke, not a word, but went straight to his work.
And filled all the stockings, and then turned with a Jerk.
And laying his finger aslub of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle.
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all. and to all a goodnight'"
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