VOL. XLIX
I Christmas Carol 1
I Q Q fi
X 1 O! now Is come our joyfuPit feutl 9
5 L«t erery man be Jolly.
5 Each room with iry leaves is drest,
I And erery post with holly. I
5 Now all oar neighbors' chimneys smoke, rt
g And Christmas blocks are burning! 3
5 Their or ens they with bak't meats choke, x
K And all their spits are turning.
In Memory of
Her Little Girl
By ETHEL COOK ELIOT
Nellie, the Shop uJELLIE was
Girl, Reminded jEN exhausted,
Mother of just as were
Daughter and all the other
Was Showered clerks in the
With Lingerie Rum son depart
ment store at five
minutes of ten this Christmas eve. But
there were still Ave minufaes more in
which she must serve. There were
aeveral shoppers pressing about her
counter handling and examining ths
beautiful French embroidery of the
lingerie there. They swam before
Nellie's tired eyos almost dimly as In
a dream, Tired, aching feet can do
that to eyes, you know.
How trying they were, these cus
tomers I How slow about coming to
decisions; how Impossible their ques
tions. How did Nellie know how this
or that garment would launder, or
wear? How could she know? Nellie
never In her whole life had possessed
a stitch of such costly stuff. And still
■these crowding, high-voiced women ex
pected her to prophesy the wholo
future life of their purchases! They
were certainly better judges than she
of such things. They ought to know.
But there was one lady, a lady with
* iSoft brown eyes, half smiling brown
eyes, who patiently stood and waited
her turn* Because of her patience In
that Christmas rush, she came last.
But If she had been patient In waiting
•her turn, Nellie now had to be patient
,in waiting; on her. For although it
was already ten o'clock and time for
the counters to be draped for the
night, she took her time. Very care
fully she chose two whole sets of lin
gerie. Every piece she examined
closely to make sure of the quality,
and the beauty of the design. Nellie
;thought she would never be done. In
■fact, Nellie found it hard, just as the
'brown-eyed lady was hovering over
the choice of the last piece, not to
cry out at her, "For Heaven's sake,
make up your mind! Can't you see
I'm dropping?"
But of course Nellie cried out no
such thing. She Just shut her young
lips together, and winked back child.
,ish tears of irritation and exhaustion.
"I'll take this one, then," the lady at
last said at two minutes past ten.
And then she looked up, smiling Into
Nellie's eyes. "And will you take the
lot, dear child, as a Christmas present
from me? I had it little girl once
something like you and your age.
Since It Is Christmas you will not
deny me the happiness of giving you
this present in remembrance of her
She loved pretty things just as you do,
I know."
(©, 1923, Western Newspaper Union.)
| UNDER THE |
AJRASS keeps green under the Jjj
i) V 0 snow. Delicate blossoms
hide away in ugly seeds, h,
K Who can believe the twisted ap
l({ pie-tree will be lost In a surf of £
jl» pink petals in the spring* ft"
K There must be many a warm v)
y and true heart cased in a frosty ,[*
exterior. fl}
fij If we believeif more In the M
j/T covered, and less in the cover- J!
Jp lng, we should make Christmas f|J
»! a day truly bright with peace and yk
Jjj good will.—Martha li. Thomas. Jj.
(©. 1923. Western Newspaper Union.) fjj
Bringing in the Yule
Log for a Merry Feast
®NE of the most-delightful of the
Christmas ceremonies was bring
ing in the Yule-log. According
! to an English writer, this was
a massive piece of wood, fre
quently the rugged and grotesquely
marked root of a tree. It was drawn
through the forest with shouting and
laughter, while each wayfarer rever
ently saluted It, since he knew It to
be full of good promises and that In
Its flames would be burnt out old
wrongs and heart-burnings. As It
came Into the great hall, the living
room of the old castle, each member
of the family sat upon or sainted it
In turn, and sang a Yule-song, after
which all drank to a Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year. A favorite
Yule-song began with:
Welcome be ye that are here.
Welcome all, and make good cheer.
Welcome all, another year.
Welcome Tule.
—F. H. Sweet
©. 1»M. Western N«w*p»p*r Union.)
THE ALAMANCE GLEANER.
Poor Children's
By ELEANOR KING
A Whole Dollar lSa AQ ! Come
No. Too Much %
for Ralph to 'gp kiddie to
Give to Be the P° o '
Santa Claus children's Christ
v mas party Friday.
Buy a tag," pleaded a smiling girl at the
head of the stairs which lead Into one
of the large art schools. Ralph, one
of the many students hurrying Into the
school, eager to be at work, thrust his
hand into his pocket absent-mindedly.
This tag day business was hais>ening
too often. He had not a cent of
change.
"You wouldn't regret giving If you
could see those kiddies. We do this
every year over in the normal depart
ment, you know," volunteered the girl.
Kalph thought a minute, then put a
crisp one-dollar bill into the basket.
"Oh! that's too much to give," called
Iio girl, but Ralph ha4 disappeared
down the. stairs into the school.
That did not end Ralph's thoughts
on the matter, however. In the after
noon he met Frances, one of his girl
friends from the normal department.
"Ralph," she burst forth, "the tag day
surely Is going over big. They expect
to make quite a lot more than they
did last year. Why," she exclaimed in
her joy, "do you know, they always
say artists are so very poor—well,
Aida told me some nice young man put
a dollar bill in her basket and never
said a word about wanting any
change."
Ralph smiled: "That fellow probably
was thinking abotit some composition
he was making and didn't even know
he put It In."
"No, he didn't, because Aida said he
thought a minute before he dropped
it in."
That evening as Ralph worked in his '
room at the boarding "house, some way
or other he just couldn't keep his mind
off his home. He had known right along
that he couldn't go home for Christmas,
but as the time drew nearer—only two
more days now before Christmas vaca
tion—he felt very lonely, There was
someone besides the folks who made
Ralph wish he were going home. Ralph
heaved a sigh.
"Gee, I hate to think of It. She will
be home from college for the holidays,
and I won't be there to take her
around. Well, little girl, you under
stand if all the rest don't. Hang It,
I would like to see you, Lillian !"
Everybody at school went about
whistling and singing, why shouldn't
he? He should. Hadn't he given that
dollar he had been saving so long for
some colors he wanted? If he couldn't
go home, he was at least contributing
to someone else's happiness. Come to
think of it, there are loads of people
in this very city who have no placo
to even think of as home.
Suddenly Ralph burst out laughing.
Posing as a martyr—the Idea; a
healthy, hearty, young, robust boy like
him posing as a martyr!
Hia laughter echoed In the semi
empty room and died out. He was
seated In an old morris chair with his
back to the door, deep In thought,
when a light rap on his room door
stirred him. Thinking It one of the
boys living In the house, and not both
ering to rise, he called, "Come In!"
The door opened and Ralph beheld
a little black-eyed, black-haired urchin
In what once was a white corduroy
dress. Leaning against his knee, sho
looked up into his face. His artist's
eye thought Instantly, "My, those
eyes! Wouldn't they be wonderful to
paint!"
"Say," said the little thing as she
rolled her eyes, "did you know, I am
going to the children's party Friday
down at your school?"
"Well, where did you drop from?"
ejaculated Ralph in his surprise. "I
am sure I never saw you before. I
don't know your name, but I think I
shall call you the 'Vamp.'"
"My name Jose," corrected the .little
girl Indignantly.
"Well, you surely know the art of
rolling your eyes," laughed Ralph.
"Do you want to see my sister? She
go, too, Friday."
"Yes, bring In the sister, 'Vamp'—
the more the merrier I"
The sister, just able to toddle across
the floor, dressed In a figured calico
romper suit, was hoisted and boosted
into Ralph's lap by Jose. The baby
fcuddled against Ralph, nestling down
perfectly content. Ralph felt a little
thrill vibrate through his frame.
The "vamp," still at Ralph's side,
leaning both elbows on his knees,
"peered Into his face with her large,
lustrous eyes.
"My sister's happy, too, you see, be
cause she goes with me Friday."
"I 'apny." reiterated the black-
Ckristmas Party
GRAHAM, N. C., THURSDAY. DECEMBER 20, 19^3
Our Christmas
|
HUMAN NATURE is the combination of self-seeking,
ambition and greed which some materialistic philoso-
P^ ers asser * i s ; W ea content in which all finer
sentiments are subordinated to self-advancement and suc-
Jj/A EK cess at any price, how is it that the spirit of Christmas
has not only endured but grown in power during nearly
2,000 years? If the pessimists are right, it would seem that the light
would have been extinguished long since and with it the spirit would
have departed.
Were history and our daily lives not replete with evidences
noble evidences too—of the unselfishness in men's hearts, we might
be impressed with the teachings of the sordid and the carpings of
the moibid. Christmas is the symbol and a celebration of love—love
which is synonymous with charity and which our pureSt teaching
tells us is the fineSt attribute of the soul. We, who during the paSt
few weeks have watched the Yuletide preparations, are prepared to
say that they represent a beautiful manifestation of that attribute.
We have noted the working girl taking home at night her par
cels; contributions wrung from the dole of her necessities, in order
that she may testify to her love and bring a measure of cheer to
some child, some relative, some friend. Tired from her daily toil may
hap, but in her eyes that something which transcends all fatigue;
transcends, in fadt, everything else in the world and comparable only
to that which shone from a mother's eyes upon the Babe in Bethle
hem. Friends ,in the face of these and so many other manifestations
which we are all witnessing during this season, what right has one
of us to say that the Light of the World grows dimmer?
Our hearts tell us there is no dimming. Let us be thankful for
the extra radiance of Christmas. Let us seek to carry it into our daily
lives. Our wish is, that this occasion, at leaSt, will help all of us to
forget our tribulations and Sorrows, our complaints and animosities,
and that it will be to all a day of cheer and everything which Yule
tide typifies. The words of Tiny lim have never been improved
upon and we here invoke them: "God bless us all!"
(Copyright, 1923)
haired doll on Ralph's lap.
"Is that right?" laughed Ralph, j
hugging the little kiddies. "But, ;
•Vamp,' why do you come to tell ine
about It?"
The vamp looked rather dismayed..
"You send me and Angelica," she said, j
'giving Ralph a knowing little shove,
fWe see Santa, too, and he big, so big
'that he bring me and Angelica lots
[nice tilings. And he talk to us and
pick us ufl like you did Angelica."
! Ralph gave a start. Someone was
thundering upon his /loor with two
fists instead of one. The door was
'locked. He slipped the bolt.
! "Well, at last," panted a messenger
boy; "I've been pounding for the last
'half hour here. Sorry to waken you,l
;slr; know It'a late, but I Just had to
deliver thia message tonight, sir."
"That's all right," snid Ralph, hur
riedly tearing open the telegram. The
door closed; Ralph read:
i "Telegraphing money for you to
.come home Christmas. Lillian arrive*
today. DAD." 1
' Ralph could hare, shouted for J.iy. |
' €/. till. w««(ern N«w>fwp«r Union.)
Pot of Gold Found on Farm.
A pot of EngUh gold coins lias been
uncovered on the farm of Dave Jones
of Somerset, Ky. State officials, who
are holding the pot pending investiga
tion, estimate its value at >48,000.
How Four Old Maids
Have Real Christmas
33111KY were n family of old maids
I*) —four sisters, Hut tliey were
ySiL the Jollieat, nicest old maids 1
SSSv ever knew. I always swore It,
and now I know It. What do
Did tliey have n Iree fur themselves
arid exchange costly presents with
each other, and then pat a turkey with
dressing and pies, alone In their
charming white dining room? Not a
bit of It. Tliey know what Christmas
was meant for. and they acted on the
knowing. Their friends tell me they
hnve done It every year; hut since I'm
only a new .acquaintance, compara
tively, I couldn't know that.
They Invite In a dozen children
who wouldn't ordinarily have a Christ
mas tree at all and Rive their presents
to them. And then those twelve, poor
little mites sit down at the tahle In
the old maids' charming white dining
room, and the old maids themselves
serve them with turkey and all the
fixings. And they doTi't do It for char
ity either. They do It because they
adore children, and making them hap
py is to them a treat. You see, from
their cradles, these four old maid
sisters were blessed with the Christ
mas spirit, a spirit that lasts all the
year around when It is genuine.
But why should I call them "old
maids?" That term Is in such disre
pute? They are four angels! And
knowing that, I ain going to try my
luck, some time when I can get the
courage, and ask one of them, the
one I happen to be In love with, to
"have ine." I'erhapajf I make the
THE PUBLISHERS
proposal within the Chrlstmns season
she'll remember she's a Chrlstmns
angel, nnd take me. Don't laugh at
my audacity. Anything may happen
at Christmas time! For Christmas is
a magical (line. Even a child can tell
you that.—Ethel Cook Eliot.
©, litl. Wo««rn Newspaper Union.)
That Plum Pudding and
Some Twisted Mottoes
aH"OI'ISE loved Jokes. She cnlight
people with questions and puz
zled them with conundrums. Ho
she had arranged a program
that centered about the ChPlst
rnas plum pudding. When that came
Upon the tahle each one was to put
In his thumb and pull out a plum In
the shape of a twisted motto; there
they Were, all around the sides of the
platter.
Father was first, unfolding his pluin
he read off the pit of it and, a* If to
moderate the corning merriment, said
"All Is not laugh that titter*."
Then mother read hers: "It's a
wrong turkey that has no turning."
As this did not apply to the bird that
had Just disappeared, the aelf-satls
fled smile of the cttok behind the door
did not eorne off.
Then Aunt Mary: "A hitch In time
■aves mine." This reference to Hob's
trousers asserted his Independence of
suspenders, but cattsed his relative to
remind hlin that he was not as need
lew# of stitches as he thought, ui>on
which he replied that he could depend
upon that tailor who had advertised
"pants a dollars and a half a leg,
ieaTs free."
Then Susan: "We never miss the
| swnrter till the flies go by." This was
a fly paper upon a dead subject and
It was filed for future reference.
Bob's plum was also laid on the
| table after he had read: "A strolling
I boy catches no horse." A sentiment
! that he was Inclined to think a little
too personal,
i Louise had the last plum and de-
I clnred; "All's well that ends swell."
Expressing the traveler's satisfaction
with terra Anne, less terror and more
j firmer.
But the pudding wus cooling and
| that was no joke, so, as the tempera
ture fell, they fell to.—Christopher O.
I Hazard.
(©, 1923. Woitern Newnpaper Union )
A CHRISTMAS THOUGHT
The greater happiness of the Christ
mas season Is a direct*result of the
greater participation of men and wo
, men in the spirit of Christ. For then j
i weakness has a power over strength;
; and then the laughter In the eyes of
| little children seems a better thing
I than our own good; and then the tired
routine In the lives of those around us
; looks out upon us through enigmatic
{ eyes, arid we understand better, we
; pity, we cease to condemn—we would
I even ameliorate, we would show that
I we see anil understand—and so we
offer the dumb gift which mutely tells
what our words could never tell; and
i then In our hearts, In our households,
In our little world, (fcere Is Christmas
' Joy and peace—earffi's highest happl
i ness.—Sister M. Fides Shepperaon In
Pittsburgh Dispatch.
THE GENUINE SPIRIT
The genuine holiday spirit consists
not only In wishing a merry Christ*
i mas, but In making one.
MOTHERS' CHRISTMAS
After receiving her gifts, mother's
] Christmas will be devoted largely to
washing an extra number of dishes.
NEVER TOO HIGH
It might lie different with a lot or
things around CliHsfmag, but the mis
tletoe Is never too
| NOT WHAT HE ||
jf EXPECTED |
JjpITTLR DICK was too yoiinit
I* ll* lo —he wont entirely JL.
V wound. Consequently he But- (i j
jfi for •! H Krent dlwappointmnt on
j «JJ Christina* mornlnff. Whan he J? !
hehel«l hid CbtintmAs tree he nnld $ j
i J& *oli?mnly: "You Haiti It would b«s «f| j
X a fur tree, daddy!" fl J
' | "It I* a fir tree," answered his
j X father. ;[•
y "Hut I thought It wn i Kolntc
| at to look like my kitty!" walled
; Dick —Martha H. Thomas. K |
! (£), l r .'2"\, \V'«t»rn NVwajiftper l.'nion.) fl|
re* j
A Late "It" Arrival
Came Just in Time
e r ~~ VKItVON'IC was watching, wait- ;
Ing, hoping. They all hoped j
"It" would surely arrive on
Tliey hoped "It" would not j
fall them.
"It" helped the Christ max season
so much.
Everyone and everything loved "it."
The children loved "It," the grown- j
tips loved "It."
The trees of the forest loved "It." I
And then "It" arrived. "It" arrived!
late—almo-t when everyone was giv-1,
ing "it" up. ISut even though "it"!
was a lute arrival "It" was not too!
late for Christmas day. "It" came
late Christum* eve.
And haven't you guessed what "It"!
was?
SXOW of course I—-Mary Orabarn
Bonner.
,2 i. Weatern >?*w«pi»per Union y
THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT
Christmas spirit necessarily finds
many men and women stranded on j
the shoal, off somewhere, far from the I
general happiness.
Nevertheless, words of Chandos are 1
vital. "The faculty for happiness Is a ;
gift, in any temperament, whose wis- !
dom and whose beauty this world tool
little recognizes." Chandos' thought Is j
aot easy for a certain type of mortal j
to cultivate, but the holiday spirit may
to an extent help out. Self-recognition
was soundly urged by Marcus Aure- i
ilus many centuries ago, and writings |
of other Stoics preach tranquillity and
harmorj through the philosophy that
says, "It muy all be tor the best."
A ahlii'WW>cked sailor, buried on this
coast. "'.
. Bids you s«t sail!
F ill many a gallant barque, where he
was lost. I
W*. tin rid the gala.
NO. 46
| REAL SPIRIT
; K JI F THE real spirit of Christ- \
|Vj J) mas Is within us we will, •
! y Indeed, find that it is more I
W blessed to give than to receive, ] I
,L and we will give out of the full- ] '
W ness of- our hearts and beetle | j
Vi of the Joy that giving brings us, ' |
N» Instead of from any other mo- ' >
HI tlve. So to get the real Joy, of
X giving and to receive the rich- Jt
(L ness of the Christmas spirit* in ffi
fullest measure, give because "jk
Sj your heart prompts you to and Jj*
W forget all else.—Katherlne Edel-
I X man. X
|» (©. 1911, Weatera New»paper Union.)
"It Is More Blessed to
Give Than Receive"
HIS lias nothing to do with
banks or savings accounts; but
__ more money is saved at Christ*
S&8& mas time than any other tlma
of the year. Yes, saved. That
may sound absurd to a lot of people
j who have spent all their money buying
presents for their families and frienda
and neighbors, but It Is true Just the
same. How?' Why, because giving?
Is the finest sort of saving, and not
only saving, but investing. Every good
gift Is n permanent gnin to the giver;
it is better than a bank book carrying
the same amount, for a gift Is more
truly a saving than credit account on
a bnnk ledger. If you want to save
your money, give It away—wisely.
Does that sound unreasonable? Re
member, It is more blessed to give
thnn receive.—F. 11. Sweet.
(©. 19 23, Western N«w»paper Union.)
AUNT MEHITABLE'S PRESENT
Aunt Mehitahle had a powerful and
active imagination that often kept her
awake. She was ever creating rtlffl-
I cuitles by Imagining them and making
crooked by trying to straighten
I them out. "Hiram," said she, "I
can't think what has got into George;
I didn't like the way he looked at us,
j this morning."
"Probably lie was thinking of some
| body else," answered her brother.
"George," began bis aunt the next
j day, "what was the matter with yott
yesterday morning, you looked sourer
'n pickles." 1
"Nothln' was the matter with me,"
said the boy, "I was puzzlln' over your
Christmas present." Then be added,
"Since you're so mighty suspicious, I
guess I'll give It up." But remember
ing her goodness of heart, George re
lented. und, when the day that shines
■- away »11 unpleasantness came rouod.
Aunt Mehltable bad a new nightcap I
—C. G. Hazard.
«S>. i>ii, Weatera Newspaper Union.)
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