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VOL. LVIII. GRAHAM, N, C., THURSDAY DECEMBER 29, 1932. NO. 47. -
Best in the Master Snap Contest
LITTLE Donald Frank Queen Is far too bus; brushing his teeth to care nl>out
the fact tha' he is iioslng for the picture that won the first prise of $500 In
the recent Master snap photo contest sponsored b; the Master Photo Finishers
of America. The photograph was submitted b; Mrs. F. P. Crawford of Colum
bus, Ohio.
THE CHILDREN'S STORY
By THORNTON W. BURGESS
THE SURPRISING SECRET
OF STICKYTOES
F:>U a long time after Stickytoes the
Tree Toad had left hiui Johnny
Chuck sat perfectly still. He actually
forgot to eat. M1 never!" he exclaimed
over and over again. "I never! I be
lieve he really meant it, but I never
before heard of such a thing In all
my life!"
You see Stickytoe9 had Just told
Johnny ?huck a secret and it was this
secret that so astonished Johnny
Chuck. It was the secret of where
Stickytoes had spent the last winter
and where he intended to spend the
coming winter. In fact, he was on his
way there when he happened along
where Johnny Chuck was stuffing him
felf to pass the winter in comfort, and
he had told the secret to Johnny In a
whisper when Johnny had asked blra
where he would spend the winter.
"You will have hard work believing
It. but it is every word true," Sticky
toes had said. "Ijisi fall 1 happened
to he over close to Parmer Brown's
house and I discovered some very nice
plants right on the doorstep of the
house. One day when no one was
around I visited tliem and 1 found a
lot of hugs on them which, of course,
meant plenty to eat, so I decided to
stay there for a while. 1 knew It wa9
about time for me to be looking up a
place to spend the winter, but I just
cmildn't Jenve those nice plants. They
were growing In queer red tilings,
wliich I believe are called pots. The
earth In these pots was very fine and
easy to dig In and always was damp,
because every day Farmer Brown's
wife watered the plants. She seemed
very fond of those plants. Whenever
I heard her coming I would hide under
"There Were a Number of Plant* About
Me, but They Were All In Those
Queer Pots."
the leaves and keep perfectly still, and
she didn't see me at all. So I stayed
on and on after 1 knew that I should
have hunted up a place to gleep for
the winter.
"Then the weather became cool and
I grew so sleepy that I Just had to
find a place to go to sleep. So 1 dug
myself out of sight In the earth in
one of those pots. You see. It was
Just the kind of a place I like to sleep
in. I don't know how long I slept,
but the next thing I knew the eartb
was so sarin that I thought It must be
that Mistress Spring had arrived, so
I dug my way up to the surface. For
a little while I was so surprised that
I couldn't e'ven think. There were a
number of plants around me,?but they
were all In those rjueer pots. The
leaves were green and there were flow
ers on some of the plants and the air
was Just as warm as In summer, but
when I looked up I couldn't see any
sky. I could hear a bird singing bill
It was a different sijpg from any 1
ever had heard before, and when I
Anally saw the singer he was all yel
low and was In a queer thing, all made
of wires so that he couldn't get out.
"The Jolly " l.lttle Sunbeams were
creeping in under the leaves of the
plants and when I looked In the direc
tion from which I hey came I saw the
most surprising thing. I was looking
out of what looked like a great door
way. only it was covered with some
thing hard that I could look right
through and outside everything was
all white. 1 found out afterward that
that was snow, the first snow I ever
had seen.
"It took me days and days to And
out all about it. It seemed to me
that the whole world was topsy turvy.
Now, where do you suppose I was? I
was in Fanner Brown's house! Yes.
sir. that Is Just where I was. Farmer
Brown's wife had taken these plants
into the house and me with them. She
discovered me that very first day.
Grapples Crime Now
Here is Charley Fox, new police
chief of Kuclid. Ohio, a Cleveland
suburb. Charley is a well known pro
fessional heavyweight wrestler. He
thinks the knowledge he acquired in
that line will help Id the quelling of
criminals and boisterous characters.
Hollywood Dogs Must Be I\ose-Printed
HOLLYWOOD lias a new ordinance providing that the nose prints of ail
dogs there must be taken as an aid to the police In recovering thera when
they are lost or stolen. Our photograph shows the pet of a screen actress
being subjected to the process by E. E. Cruinplnr of the bureau of Identification.
Then Farmer Brown's Boy and Farmer
Brown dame to see me, and they were
all very good to me, so that 1 grew
quite fond of them. It Is summer all
the time In their house. Of course, I
went back to sleep again, but every
once In a while I would wake up and
come out.
"When Mistress Spring really did
come back the plants were put out of
doors again and I left them for the
trees. Now I'm going back to spend
this coming winter in Farmer Brown's
house. It's the finest place In the
world to spend a winter. Ton ought
to try it, Johnny Chuck."
This was the surprising secret of
Stlckytoes which Johuny Chuck was
having such hard work to believe. I
don't wonder, do you? But it was
true, every word of it I wonder If
Stlckytoes will spend the winter there
this year.
<?. 1331. byT. W. Burgess.)?WNUSsrvlos.
THE OLD WAY
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
EACH day It's another boy,
Each night It's another place,
A search for a later Joy,
A smile from a newer face. t
She says it's a better way.
She says, and she ought to know;
I think of an older day, ,
The days of the long ago. ^
Each day It's another girl.
It's not like.lt used to be;
One look, and a heart awhirl.
And only one girl for me.
It's not like it used to seem;
A look, and a heart astir,
A walk, and a maiden's dream,
' And only one boy for her.
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Each day 'twas the same old boy.
Each day 'twas the same girl still,
.No search for another Joy,
No quest for a greater thrill. i
It may be It tied her down, i
Her chances, perhaps, were few;
She married right here Id town '
A fellow she really knew,
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"And the clerk that told me the
fur," says disillusioned Doris, "swore
I would never see one like it."
C IMS- Bell eradicate.?WN'l' Serrle*.
BENEFICIAL BRAN FOODS
THE roughage which raw bran adds
to the aoft foods, wblcb la the large
l?er ceDt of foods taken, la most Iro
portant. The bran which la tasteless
raaj be added to cooked cereal, stlr
rlDg it in until well lolxed. A table
spoonful Is a good amount to use In a
d'.sh of cereal, (f one cares to take
| BCNECS
I I
Casslus was a vile selfish man who
was always doing his best to make
his own ends meet.
BONERS are actual humorous
tidbits found in examination papers,
essays, etc., by teachers.
Gareth rode along a high cliff and
fell Into the Jaws of a yawning abbess.
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A sphere is two hemispheres stuck
together.
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Three times when animals spoke to
people in the Bible are when the snake
spoke to Eve In the garden, when the
ass spoke to Balaam, and when the
whale spoke to Jonah and said, MA1- I
most thou persuadest me to be a Chris
tian."
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Bacon said that where there Is no !
love, talk is but a twinkling of sym- j
bo Is.
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What Is heredity?
It means If your grandfather didn't j
have any children, then your father
probably wouldn't have had any, and
neither would you. probably.
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An Important Invention of the
Renaissance was the circulation of the
blood.
It la the water when drinking, stir
In s spoonful nnd It goes down very
easily. For constipation of long stand
ing there is nothing better. Tske a
glass of water with two tablespoon
fuls of bran before retiring. We may
add bran to all our food?bread, con
fections as well as cake?which makes
it very agreeable to lake.
Bran Muffins.
Take two cupfuls each of flour and
raw bran. Sift three end one-half tea
spoonfuls of baking powder, one and
one-half teaspoonfuls of salt, one egg,
one-third of a copfnl of sugar and
three tsblespoonfulsof melted shorten
ing. Sift the flour nnd baking pow
der, mix as usual, adding the melted
shortening at the last. Bake In heated
mtiflln Irons thirty minutes.
Bran Brtad.
Take two cupfuls of bran, three tea
spoonfuls of baking powder, two cup
fuls of flour, one-half teaspoonfnl of
salt, one egg, one and one-half cupfuls
of milk, two tablespoonfuls of molas
ses, and two tahlespoonfuls of short
ening. Sift dry ingredients, except
bran, add bran, milk and beaten egg.
Add molasses and the shortening
melted. Bent well nnd bake one hour.
This makes one loaf; add three-fourths
of a cupful of nuts and you will hare
a most delicious out loaf.
C ISIS. WMtars Nrwgpapsr CnJon. J
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<rr^=C|AI'PY New Year!" we cry
rj fCj with the best Christian In
L,r1 tentions, and In so doing
Mf I 11 we celebrate the close of
|Twhat is perhaps the oldest
pagan festival known to
tr*j man. For New Year's day
I J ends the Yulctlde festival, i
familiar to our Aryan ancestors as
Hweolor-tid, or "the turning-time."
Among primitive peoples everything
Is thought to live; thus to the ani
mistic savage the lightning and the
fulling trees are living and unfriend
ly things trying to hurt him.
Naturally enough in this stage ot
man's development the sun was re
garded In the same light?as a rea
sonlng being?and since the stin fur
nished primitive man with his very
means of existence he came to wor
ship it and to watch after Its welfare.
Even today there are tribes who
during an eclipse turn out with great
clamor and shoots arrowB Into the
air, under the Impression they are at
tacking the monster who is devouring
the sun.
Little wonder, then, that early man
watched with growing fear the year
ly drama of winter?the death of
vegetation and the apparent weaken
ing of the sun. Perhaps this time It
really would die nnd leave him cold
helpless!
Then when hope had almost fled
would come the great day of the turn
ing time, the day when the sun turned
hack and became gradually stronger
that In due time green buds might
Bprlng forth and the song of the birds
herald the coming of another spring.
The world was saved and man re- i
Joieed during that season of Hweolor
tld, lighting great bonfires symbolic 1
of the sun's warmth, nnd offering gifts
to Freya, the Mother goddess
Our modern personification of the
old year Is an aged man dying, and
the New Tear we* conceive as an
Infant The rebirth idea persists.
The probable reason for the sacred
nature -attributed to the mistletoe In
the Eddas and early Celtic mythology,
the Important part It played In the
Druldic rites, and its modern associa
tion with Christmas, may have been
the mysterious nature of this plant's
birth, springing as it does for no ap
parent reason and with no visible
roots from the body of an oak tree.
Although New Tear's day is men
j tloned us an Important festival by
; Tacitus In the first century, it Is not
1 referred to as a Christian feast day
I until well on In the Sixth century. It
! was then that the date of January 1
was universally accepted, although
I even now In countries such as Itussia
nnd Greece, where the Gregorian
rather than the Julian calendar Is In
use, the occasion Is celebrated 12
days later tljan Is customary with us.
In imperial Home Ibe day was ded
icated by Nunja to the two-faced god
Janus, In whose honor men were wont
during tills festival to forget old
grudges, and to whom they would of
fer sacrifices of cakes, wine and In
cense. And as a tribute to this two
faced god?this god who could look
back at what had passed, and forward
at what was to come?Julius Caesar
named the month of January.
In England it used to be the custom
to save a part of the Tulc log to light
the New Tear's tire. In order that
some mysterious continuity, reminis
cent of the pagan vestal fires, should
remalo unbroken. Many other
strange superstitions were connected
with the day, among them that of the
"first visitor," which still prevails in
Scotland.
According to a not nor old legend,
the first plteher-full ot water drawn
from a spring on New Veer's morning
was supposed to possess remarkable
properties, and maidens used to sit
up all night to obtain this "cream of
the year."
We still sit up to "see the New
Tear In."
So, when the bells ring out at mid
night and we rush Into the street,
shouting and slapping strangers on the
back, and performing wliat we think to
be rery original antics, let us remember
that people acted In precisely the
same manner and did exactly the
same "original" things at the festival
of the Saturnalia In pagan Rome
more than 2,000 years ago.
For there Is nothing new under the
sua?Boston Herald.
Millaaiam
What on earth would become of na ]
If these New Year resolutions ever j
took effect??Collier's Weekly.
THIS NEW YEAR
Why, here you are, |
you little tot!
You hove straight in,
right on the dot
Well now, I do
declare you are
The brightest
baby year so far!
Anne Porter Johnson in The Country Home ,
I Reynold's
INew Year's
Resolution
Qq]T WAS tlie Inst night of the
' olO year, and Iteynold was
going to bed. "I wish 1
J could make some of those
jS tilings Cousin Luc; and
M Cousin Esther were mak
; | ing," lie said. "They are
I J going lo begin In tlie morn
ing. Cousin Lucy is going to practice
! tier music some and study arithmetic
^ harder and keep her dresses cleaner."
"You mean -resolutions?" asked his
mother.
"Yes, that's it," said Iteynold, "res-ty
lu-tions. I want to make some res o
lutions; but 1 don't know what to
make."
"Well, let us think," said his mother.
"What kind of resolutions would be
good for a little boy six years old to
make? You don't want to make too
many. I believe, If I were you, I would
make Just one."
"Lucy and Esther made lots ol
thetn," said Iteynold, "but they are
big girls. One resolution would lie
enough for a little boy, wouldn't It?"
"I think It would," said his mother,
"and I think that a whole year Is too
long a lime to make resolutions for.
If I were you, 1 would make one good
resolution for one day of the New Y'ear
?the first day?tomorrow."
"All right," said Iteynold, "I will
make ane for tomorrow. What would
you make?"
"It Is your resolution." said his moth
er. "You ought to make it yourself."
Reynold thought awhile, and then he
said: "I will mind you all day tomor
row."
"Very well." said his mother; "that
is your New Year's resolution; don't
forget it in the morning
111 en she kissed him good-night and
went out. and Reynold went to sleep.
When he awoke the next morning the
first thing he thought of was his New
Year's resolution. He wondered If his
mother had forgotten. She didn't say
anything about it when he went down
to breakfast. She didn't tell him to
do anything, so he didn't have any
chance to keep his resolution, but be
never once forgot it until?who do you
think cante? Why, Great-aunt Pru
dence and Great-uncle Nathan. Great
aunt Pruddnce brought Reynold a pret
ty little willow basket full of cake
three kinds?chocolate, coconut, fruit.
Reynold liked cake better than any
thing else He was delighted when his
aunt said the basket of cake was for
him.
Mother gave Reynold a slice of the
fruit cake, then she put the basket
away In the pantry. A little while
af'er Reynold asked If be might haTe
some more cake.
"No." said his rpother; "there will
be cake for dinner; you must not eat
any more of your cake today."
Reynold was Just about to draw his
face Into a frown when his mother
looked at him so strangely that It made
him think of his resolution. Then the
funniest-looking smile chased the ugly
frown from his face. Mother smiled,
too, and nodded and gave him three
pats on the shoulder that meant "Hur
rah I Hurrah 1 Hurrah I"?Exchange.
I Indian
Mew Year's
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By
OR. E. A. BATES
MpKnriE soft white snow has cot
i WL |Jj ered the bills and In the val
? I 1 leys the song of the robin
I ItJ J cr,cllt't Is no longer
PUij heard. Even the parr of the
l Flittle 'brool: In the bnrk
I n. honscd village Is silenced by
, I J the fingers of the overhang
| ing tee and the quiet hour has come to
tb^ soul of the red man.
'At such a time In midwinter, when
. the moon Is full at midnight, the New
' York Indian and his kinfolks prepare
I for their ceremonial of the New Year.
This cenemony centers around his
i faithful companion, the dog; no other
| cnimal has an equal hold on the heart
strings of the Indian. Tbe dog daily
leaches hint the ever-sougbt virtus of
loyalty. Then, too, the dog alone
knows the trail to the land beyond the
sky when the life trails of the red men
are ended.
Thus it was in the olden days that
the Sir Nations selected a pure white
dog, and by solemn gestures cast their
sins Into the sacrlflclsl animal. The
tire of white oak chips was kindled
under the strangled dog and as the
smoke ascended, the Indian knew that
Ids confession of sin and plea for for
giveness carried in the soul of the dog
had reached the all-seeing, all-knowing.
Crest Spirit far np In the land of the
departed.
Even today the age-old ritual Is car
ried out by the Iroquois; bnt Instead
of a white dog, feathers and ribbons
from headdresses are burned *lth all
the undent ceremony of their fore
fathers. Enemies become friends,
harsh words are forgiven, family dis
sensions are healed, debts are paid.,
and parental objections vanish as los
ers plight anew their troth at this
Indian ceremony of the New Tear. In
ter-tribal discord Is banished, old loy
alties are renewed, and a fresh trail
Is blazed for a New Tear on the dally
earth trail of each red man.