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Page TWO THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1957 ILOT *A1 Christmas play, and make good cheer. For Christmas comes but once a year." —THOMAS TUSSER (15247-80) Southern Pines North Carolina “In taking over Hie Pilot no changes are contemplated. We will try to keep this a good paper. We will try to make a little money for all concerned. Wherever there seems to be an occasion to use our influence for the public good we will try to do it. And we will treat everybody alike.”—James Boyd, May 23, 1941. An Hue And Cry After Christmas (164S) Any man or woman . . . that can give any knowledge, or tell any tidings of an old, old, -very old grey-bearded gentle man, called Christmas, who was want to be a very familiar ghest, and visite all sorts of people both pore and rich, and used to appear in glittering gold, silk, and silver, in the Court, and in all shapes in the Theatre in Whitehall, and had ring ing, feasts, and jollitie in all places, both in the citie and coimtrie for his coming . . . whosoever can tel what is become of him, or where he may be foimd, let hun bring him back again into England . . . f/' ' Now Christmas Comes (Pint printed in Williamsburg, Va., nearly two centuries ago.) Christmas is come, hang on the Pot, Let spits turn round and ovens be hot; , Beef, Pork, and Poultry now provide To feast thy neighbor at this Tide. Then wash all down with good Wine and Beer And so with mirth conclude the Year. Now Christmas comes, ’tis fit that we Should feast and sing, and merry be. Keep open House, let Fiddlers play— A Fig for Cold, sing Care away And may they who thereat repine On brown Bread and on small Beer dine. When New Year’s Day is past and gone, Christmas is with some people done. But further some will it extend And at Twelfth Day their Christmas end. Some people stretch it further yet. At Candlemas they finish it. The Gentry carry it further still And finish it just when they wiU; They drink good Wine and eat good Cheer And keep their Christmas all the Year. On Christmas Eve When He was gone, and Christ Mass came to Mary Touching Judean hills with that strange light. Did she see star, and gifts, and kneeling shepherds, Or did Golgotha bruise her shrinking sight? Could she enshroud the past in future glory, Forget her loss and all He suffered, too. Or did she walk in loneliness and longing As grieving earthly mothers do? He was her child, and she — she was His mother. With her I share a common, bitter loss, — Oh, teach me, Mary, Mother of our Saviour, To see this night a star and not a cross! —Zoe Kincaid Brockman Great Little One whose all embracing birth Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth. —Crashaw Go Tea It When I was a seeker I sought both night and day, I sought the Lord to help me And He showed me the way. Go tell it on the mountain. Over the hills and everywhere; Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is bom. He made me a watchman Up on the city wall. And if I am a Christian, I am the least of all. Go tell it on the mountain. Over the hills and everywhere; Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is bom. (Negro Spiritual) Entre Le Boef Oxen and sheep thy guardians mild. Slumber, sleep, thou little child, Angels pure and white. Watching all the night. Above the slumb’ring child. (Old French) Awake The Voice What sweeter music can we bring Than a carol for to sing The birth of this our heavenly King? Awake the voice! Awake the string! We see him come and know him ours Who with his sunshine and his showers Turns all the patient ground to flowers The darling of the world is come And fit it is we find a room To welcome him. The nobler part Of all the house here is the heart Which we will give him and bequeath This holly and this ivy wreath; To do him honor who’s the King And Lord of all this revelling. —^Herrick On The Mountain On the mountain the wiqd blows wild; There Mary rocks her child; She rocks him with her snow-white hand; His cradle has no ribbon band. O Joseph, dearest Joseph mine, O help me rock this babe of thine. I cannot rock nor high nor low For O my hand is cold as snow. Bye-lo, bye-lo. (German) Christmas With The Wordsworths (1802) 24th December, 1802—Christmas Eve. William is now sitting by me, at half-past ten o’clock. I have been . . . repeating some of his sonnets to him. Listening to his own repeating, reading some of Mil ton’s and the ALLEGRO and PENSE- ROSO. It is a quick, keen frost... Coleridge came this morning with Wedgwood ... He looked well. We had to tell him of the birth of his little girl, bom yesterday morning at six o’clock. ■srv irr] ' Ji NO ONE WOULD PRAISE WAR The Gift That Does Not Wither As pertinent today as it was when it appeared in The New York Times two years ago is this item that assesses the meaning of the United Nations in a turbulent world at Christmas: the spirit of the Sermon on the Mount lives eternally. On this Christmas morning, tlie buildings on the East River, New York City, just north of Forty-second Street, were stark and deserted against the eastern sky. Yet the Star that stood over Bethlehem so long ago perhaps stood there a moment, too. For these buildings represent an or ganization dedicated to “faith in fundamental human rights, in the dignity and worth of the hu man person, in the equal rights of men and women.” The words of the • Charter, transmuted through many languages, came out of Egypt and Greece, out of the Arabian desert, out of the 'little town of Bethlehem. If they had not been spoken there would not be a United Nations, there would not be any Charter to which even the cynical, even the professionally godless, must pay at least lip tribute. On the eve of Christmas the Assembly was in adjournment. But the Security Council was debating, so far fruitlessly, tragic incidents that had happened on the shores of the Sea of Galilee. Tvrenty centuries of the New Testament, following many oth er centuries of the Old Testa ment, had not brought peace on earth, goodwill among men. Yet, in our materialistic civilization, amid the conflicts of desire, in spite of turbulent hates and new and sinister doctrines, U. N.’s great buildings had arisen and men were struggling to give them hopeful significance. As the week was ebbing, the William went with them to Wythebum in the chaise, and M. and I met W. on the Raise ... The sun shone now and then, and there was no wind, but all things looked cheer less and distinct; no meltings of sky into moimtains, the moimtains like stone work wrought up with huge hammers ... , It is Christmas Day, Saturday, 25th De cember, 1802, I am thirty-one years of age. It is a dull, frosty day. —DOROTHY WORDSWORTH Gay On Christmas When rosemary and bays, the poet’s crown. Are bawled, in frequent cries through all the town; Then judge the festival of Christmas near,— Christmas, the joyous period of the year. Now with bright holly all your temples strow, With Laurel green, and sacred mistletoe; Now, heaven-born Charity! thy blessings shed. Bid meagre want uprear her sickly head. Bid shivering limbs be warm; let Plenty’s bowl In humble roofs^make glad the needy soul! See, see! the heaven-born maid her blessings shed; Lo, meagre Want uprears her sickly head; Clothed are the naked, and the needy glad. While selfish Avarice alone is sad. —JOHN GAY Some Christmas Verses How shall we love thee, holy hidden being. If we love not the world which thou hast made? O give us brother-love for better seeing Thy word, made flesh and in a manger laid; Thy kingdom come, O Lord, thy will be done. —^Housman Tonight the world’s great heart becomes an inn Where love may, for a season, make its dwelling. Above earth’s old disorder and its din Unearthly harmonies are strangely swelling. Across the wasteland of our greed and sin We hear the mystery the skies are telling. old music poured fixnn the loud speakers in the United Nations Capitol, and no one, of any faith, said, it was wrong to have it. The tall Secretariat Building stood, and will, we hope, long stand, a candle toward which men’s eyes cannot help turning. The ^r- mon on the Moimt allures men still with its beauty, torments them after all the centxiries with its imfulfilled aspirations. But they do not give up. They do not mock this spirit. It is in the hearts of the people even when governments turn away from it; it helped produce the Charter. It lives eternally. Does the United Nations repre sent squabbles and disagree ments? In some ways it does. But no one in those halls and coun cil rooms would today praise the gods of war. This is the gift the first Christmas gave the world; this is the gift that does not wither. Grains of Sand CHRISTMAS P0TPOURRI Carol Custom The custom of singing Christ mas carols dates back to ancient times when waifs and minstrels sang them in the streets. ' The first true Christmas carols, which spread to many European countries, originated in Italy dur ing the thirteenth century. 'These carols, with their folksong-like quality and childlike simplicity, gave way in populsirity to more dignified and solemn Christmas hymns. The Holy Birth As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still— Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will. —Thackeray. The First Tree How was the first Christmas tree decorated? According to legend, when Christ was born, a group of stars looked down upon an olive tree, a date palm and a pine tree which stood over the manger. Seeing that the pine had nothing to offer in His honor while the others gave fruit and dates, they des cended from the heavens to rest upon the pine’s boughs as an of fering—and that was the first Christmas tree. In Other Lands In Ireland, only women named Mary may snuff the candles in church on Christmas Eve. Gifts are exchanged in Holland on December 6, not Christmas Day. Some Scandinavifin families place all their shoes together on Christmas Day, in the belief that this will cause harmonious living through the year. In Nova Scotia, it is considered bad luck to take a Christmas tree down before the end of New Year’s Day. 300 Years Old Sometimes it seems that the older the Christmas verses or car ols, the lovelier they are. Take, for instance, Johann Kist’s “O Light of Peace” (1641): Break forth, .O beauteous heaven ly light. And usher in the morning; Ye shepherds, shrink not with af fright. But hear the angel’s warning. This child, this little helpless boy. Shall be our confidence and joy. The power of heU o’erthrowing, At last our peace bestowing. She Needed It Placing of barrels in grocery stores for contributions of food items to the VFW Christmas Cheer program brought to mind an incident of the food collection last year. An old woman, poorly dressed, was seen staring at one of the barrels in a local store. On it was the sign, "For The Needy.” Final ly, she approached the barrel hesitantly, took out a small item, read the sign again to be sure she was right, turned and left the store. As we heard the story, nobody stopped her. It was all too ob- fious that the food was going where it was supposed to go: to the needy. Love or Spite? “Friday, 28th December, 1711. Mr. Spectator, I am a Footman, and am in love with the House maid. We were all at Hot Cockles last Night in the Hall these Holi days; when I Lay down and was blinded, she pulled off her Shoe and hit me with the Heel such a Rap, as almost broke my Head to Pieces. “Pray, Sir was this Love or Spite?” —^Richard Steele in “The Specta tor” And so, a very special Merry Christmas from' GRAINS. The PILOT Published Every Thursday by THE PILOT, Incorporated I Southern Pines, North Carolina 1941-LJAMES BOTD—1944 Katharine Boyd Editor C. Benedict Associate Editor Vance Derby News Editor Dan S. Ray Gen. Mgr. C. G. 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