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- ----- ; . ' 4 j V' S v V nnni ; rtars Onev is jjpve. fne othenwor Birol set 'Pour, glory That Th ck 3 Th he And gent ing ow cry, Good Christmas Motto. "Peace on ' earth, and good will to men," is the Christmas f motto, and the Christmas spirit should ring in our hearts and find a kindly expression in acts J5 and words. What a joyful thing j for the world it would be if the J5 Christmas spirit of peace ana good will could abide with us all every day of the year. And what a beautiful place this world would be to live in. And it might be so if each one of us would resolve in our hearts that peace and good will should be our motto every day, and that we, individually, would do our best to make the Christmas spirit last all the year round. P I m 3 V TONstheEat ap JJiJA V shining star, appears 3inhedxlilVe axjew.el to purple night, X X X X. the ne glpwing ster ttiat lights a ;waitag ord, ne gleaming star, a" bea- qofeahd a lamp E.ooints it. has. five Jbints liKe lesser - -z- V lobKs Heaven, and itsmame is r aith. to fellow the horizon: one e nonzor :nd-enci encircling terhooci. :Another, Kindness, burning on unchanged. AhdlChWit, thefifth, are toward Earth 3t$lSringjt nearer Heaven FT from them all. from every shining point. forth suchraysl radiant IseeKs and finds the lTvens highest dome, ISeeKs and finds est Wale of Earth, n l . v. ' peggars' warms. rEH6LDtliietar," they ycry, "of Betkehem!" Star! of Faith and Lov, of Brotherhood, Of Charity arid Kindness! behold round, about, its fair, efful rays Le Christmas Snirit light all trie World! "Peace on Earth," they "Good Will to Meri!" COPYRIGHT. VESTIRN NEWSPAPER VNlQt$ THAT CHRISTMAS PRESENT. "She's afraid i wasn't going to mything to her.'' "What makes you think that?" 'She sent in her present to me terday." yes- BUYING A GIFT FOR HIS WIFE This Man Had Plenty of Help While cn a Shopping Tour. IE male shopper walked up and down the aisle of the big store looking about him with an ex pression of despair. He knew what he wanted to buy all right. It wasn't that. But he kept wandering about looking at the saleswomen be hind the counters with all the perplex ity of a dog trying to recall where he had buried a soup bone. He stood off to one side staring in tently at a busy young creature with dark bay hair behind the ribbon coun ter, and at last walked up within talk ing distance. "Don't suppose you can leave here for a few minutes, can you?" he be gan in a low tone." "W-h-a-t!" "I say never mind. I mean wait a minute I'll be back." And he rushed away to hide his con fusion from the other shoppers. He did not return, but went over to an other aisle and began sizing up peo ple there, both in front and behind the counters. Was the man bughouse? No. Just be patient and you'll hear all about it. He kept looking and looking, and at last his gaze took in a tall young wom an reasonably young with a bunch of small packages tucked under her arm. He walked up to her, hesitated, and then blurted: "Beg pardon, madam, but may I speak to you a mo ment?" She gave him a look and started to hurry away, but he was obliged, hav- "Don't You Suppose You Can Leave Here for a Few Minutes?" ing gone that far, to make good and convince her of the innocence of his motives. "Don't be alarmed," he said, catch ing up with her. "I'm not trying to flirt or get fresh. Honestly, now, I'm not in the habit of speaking to wom en I don't know. Look me over and you'll see that I'm well-meaning, enough. But the fact is you-ah, you ah, you're just the same size as my wife apparently! And " The woman gasped. 'I don't see " she began. "Oh, but I want to ask a favor of you," went on the male shopper, more at ease now. "I've looked all over the saleswomen and the only one that would do was busy behind the ribbon counter, but you're just precisely what I need oh, I beg your pardon, I mean you're just exactly my wife's size and can tell me what to ask for. You see, I came here to buy her a shirt waist that she's been dropping little hints about, and now that I'm here it's just struck me that I haven't the remotest idea about her size. I'm the densest person you ever saw about such things don't even know my own waist measurement. I'm positive, though, that whatever your size is would do for her. You may be an inch taller than my wife, but that's about the only difference." "It's a little unconventional, isn't it?" the woman smiled not unpleas antly. "Still I don't see why I shouldn't tell you that my size is that my shirtwaists are usually size thirty six." They, had been walking down the aisle and were now ri;;ht by the shirt- I waist counter. "I had a blue one jpjrkod out there," remarked the man, 'lvit seemed to be about what I wantvd to get, but I didn't know what fze t was. See ! That'n lying over &f.re on top of that pink outfit." "Does your wife like that shade of the mmmism.m ) 't J rorgetyour vV, troubles and L' ' j be gay, ) And make fi - f this a Merry ( CHRISTMAS V V DAYjj blue?" the woman asked significantly, after "biting her lips for a moment. 'Why er well, of course she hasn't seen it," replied the male shopper. "Do you suppose she'd like some other color better?" "You see," pointed out the kind wom an in considerate, half-sympathetic tones, "that particular shade of blue doesn't go with any other color. Now, if I were receiving a shirtwaist for Christmas I should want a white waist. Of course your wife may have ex pressed a preference for some other color. No? Well, now you understand It's none of my affair and this is cer tainly rather informal, me helping you to select something for your wife, whom I don't even know, to say noth ing of not even knowing your name but I should think any woman would be delighted with something like this one, for instance." And she reached over to pick up one with a lot of lace and mosquito netting on the front of it. The male person inquired the price. It was $4 more than the blue one he had selected, but he said he would take it, and no questions asked. "Send it out to number so-and-so Such-and-such street, and oh, that won't do. It might be delivered when she was at home and that would queer the whole thing. Better send it to my office. Thomas J. Wingett is the name, in the Pretentious building. I'd carry it, but I've got a lot of stops to make." "Wingett," repeated the woman after hearing his name; "there's a Mrs. Wingett in our card club. You don't happen to be Mrs. Alice Wingett's hus band, do you?" "I sure am," grinned the man. "She's the girl that's going to get that shirtwaist off the pine tree next Mon day." "Well, of all things," gasped tho kindly disposed woman. "I don't know Alice Wingett so very well, but I've met her at the club, and it does seem funny that I should be helping her hus band to pick out a Christmas present for her. My name is Cummins. I don't suppose you know my husband. He travels most of the time." "Seems to me I've heard Alice speak of a Mrs. Cummins," says Wingett. "Er by the way, mebby you'd better not say anything to Alice when you see her about about how informally we were introduced. She might think It funny. Like as not she'd think I'd been walking up and down the aisle staring at folks." "I have a notion to tell her what you just said," gurgled Mrs. Cum mins. "I guess I won't though. Seems to me the joke would be partly on me. Well, I hope Alice likes the shirt waist." "If she doesn't she hasn't good taste," grinned Wingett. "I certainly am obliged to you. If you can't make up your mind what to get your hus band, let me know, and mebby I can help you out." And he bowed gracefully as his new acquaintance gathered up her pack ages and tripped on her way. s 4 ) Always New Lot. About Christmas, consider this: There are at least four thousand kids who were too young to take note last year who are just old enough to be surprised when the tree lights up thi? year. Always there Is a new bunch of j Christinas come-oas. j j By FORTUNE FREE. SOMEONE said that the richest person was the one 'who was fullest of good wishes for others and who received their good wishes in return. Wishing others well did him or her all the good in the world, and the good wishes in return were powerful for good. Don't we find it so ourselves? No one can do with out them. They are our dearest pos sessions. Montague Williams, the celebrated British barrister, once related the story of a rather unlovely old gentleman of miserly habits and rejoicing in the nickname amongsi the urchins of the neighborhood of "Old Pickbones." Gen erosity was not one of his virtues, and if he wished any human creatures well lie kept it a secret to himself. He was a man who seemed impervious to all good wishes a solitary old grudger who cared nothing for the good or the bad wishes of any human creature. When he died, however, it turned out that he had been by no means as thick skinned as he seemed. He left a will in which he bequeathed money to dif ferent persons, and ten thousand pounds to some unknown individual whom he directed his solicitor to dis cover if possible. That person had been accustomed to send him yearly an anonymous post card with just, "Best wishes at this time to you." The writer gave no clue as to who he was. Did the old gentleman tear the cards up or throw them into the fire? Not a bit of it. He had carefully preserved them tied them up in a nice packet. "If the writer can be dis covered," he ordered in his will, "I ; y v - $ i V ; W " I ! f tSWte . j .. wmm,, 0& xjjw vJ ' , ''" , . jZ. s, my? COIFFURED mesh of copper colored hair, half disarranged. yet as scientific as a spider's iiimid melting eyes, luminous light born only of itself a pitfall on one cheek where art ure blend red, red moist lips beneath which the ardent blood of maidenhood throbs strongly like a runner's pulse a seduC' tive sweep of velvety throat, with the delicate tracery of veins showing faint' ly violet a tempestuous bosom And around all this, Two Arms a Man's. 4 "v bequeath him ten thousand pounds for his good will." I would dearly have liked for the sender of those post cards to have got that money, but all efforts to find him proved unavailing. One cannot help wishing well to the person who wishes others well. Good wishes are the biggest bond on earth. Isn't it a delightful thing to think that others are thinking of us? The well-wisher is thinking of us. He also puts his good thought for oft into words : "I wish you every good luck," or something of that kind. It is like a grasp of a hand pressing ours. It blesses both the giver and the receiver. I don't know which get the most out of it. There are times when the world' breaks out into a mighty shout, as it were, of good wishes. Christmas time is the great season. Never had w more need of them than at this coming Christmas tirne. It is an enormous op portunity for the good wisher to make his power felt. It is a curious and beautiful thing about this Christmas spirit that year after year it leads us to attempt the all but impos sible, in order to give pleasure to others; while in the end ev eryone's joy is the result, not of what he has received from oth ers, but of what he has done for them. Utility. "Does your wife favor useful gifts ?' "Too much," replied Mr. Meektom "Last Christmas she bought me a nice, new snow shovel. indistinguishably If y,
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