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-AND ITS MEANING
jr IVK me six," the woman said
fQQ as 8Le: crowded ier way rude
. ly up to the handkerchief
tonnt'er. "One has to' buy Boraethlng,
I puppoeei and 1 guess handjkerchlefB
take the least thought and considera
tion' ; '.
"Any particular pattern?" the cleric
"No, Just so they cost no more than
fifty cents each. What an awful bore
Christmas Is, and what a burden it
throws on us. I wonder sometimes
what It's all for." ,
; ''It's a very sweet, happy time to
'me," the girl answered.
' There is too much Unit la conven
tional and artificial.,' perhaps, in our
. Christmas- giving. We burden our
". selves with obligations which' we
should never assume. AVe give too
often because we feel that we should
do so, because we wonder what people
"will say if we do not, because we hope
to receive something in return. We
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srcjj uy iuc iiaiuv:e uccause we nuve
not the courage or the diplomacy to
break it, and we put little thought cr
personality Into It.. ; . . : ,
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t icuise uo uvi sena me anyming at
Christmas' time," a friend wrote me,
"for by so doing you would embarrass
me ana Dut nre under oh iirnnonff
which I can ill afford to meet." It
was a sensible letter which few would
nave had the courage to write. .
It Is not whai We" give that really
.counts, Dut ifie spirit, in which the
Kinug is uuiif. iiie ineimiy, personal
letter, the trifle which we have our
selves made, even the card Which we
pick up at the book store, often brings
more joy than the costliest present
chosen without love or thought
Christmas is a time of kindly thoughts,
of forgiveness, of charity, and of good
will to all men. There is no other
day on the calendar on which it would
be so dreary 'to be away from home
as, Christmas day. The spirit of
Christmas is the spirit of self-sacrifice
and of love.
-flla Wiso Mm hrilKrinrr m'fta in tlia
Christ child came a long way over a
rough and weary road full of dangers
and full of discomforts; but the gifts
, they brought were gifts of sacrifice
and unselfishness and of love, and the
Impulse to bring them came from the
heart. They are the wise men today
who can give thankfully, gratefully,
lovingly, with joy in their hearts and
without thought of what they are to
receive. 'Thomas A, Clark, Dean of
Men, University of Illinois. -
(', 1124, Weaterii Newspaper talon.)
. D D.11.
Pop three quarts of corn and dis
card hard kernels. Melt one table
epoonful of butter in a saucepan, add
one cupful of maple sirup and one-half
cupful of sugar. Bring to boiling point
and let boil until mixture will become
brittle when tried In cold water. Ponr
mixture gradually, stirring all the
while, over corn which has been sprin
kled with salt. Shape Into balls, using
very nttie pressure. I
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THE "SANTA SACK"
GAME FOR KIDDIES
ANTA CLAUS Is a real problem
to some mothers. Shall their
children be told the truth about
Santa Glaus, or shall they think of
him as sliding down the chimney with
reindeer and sleigh? This Idea may
help some mother who is puzzled over
this question: ,
BeJore our little folks were old
enough to understand about the exist
ence of Santa Claus, whenever we
saw- n picture of the jolly old man,
we called him Sunny, or Smiling
Santa, because he looked happy. And
he .looked happy because he was good
and kinij to everyone. So when the
children quarreled or pouted we' Would
try to have themsmile and look jolly,
like ' Santa,' whose picture we liad
among others we referred Ao, "as moral
or myth pictures. ' ' . '
' As' the children grew to understand
more fully the'meaning of tbe.Ohrist
mnstide we played ft game, "Santa
sack," which meant that if they al
lowed each other or their playmates
to play with their' toys or gave them
of their apples or cookies, they were
playing Santa Claus, because anta
Claus was unselfish and divided what
ever he had from his sack.' .
Sometimes' when their playmates
came, we would say, "You'll want to
play 'Santa Sack.' and away they
would skip to distribute their toys like
Santa. They delighted to play and
be called Santa when they ran er
rands, smiled or did something kind.
Santa was a make-believe creature,
as characters In poems which we
rend to them, such as "The Raggedy
Man," "Children's Hour," "Jack
Sprat," "Hiawatha." Anyone who
gave a gift at any time of year was
a Santa. And whenever Santa Claus
distributed gifts at school or at any
public place, they were delighted that
someone was playing Santa as they
played "bear," "doctor" or "teacher"
In the home with their little friends.
For anyone who Is unselfish, kind and
cheerful is to them a Santa Claus to
As they grew older the Santa sack
was woven into a lesson story with
the thought that each of us has some
thing in smiles, kind words and deeds
to give to another all the time. For
the real Santa gave much all he
had from "his sack of treasures in
Bethlehem long ago ! So Santa Claus
means unselfishness, Cheerfulness,
kindness many things that are worth
while to our children. - Gertrude
(, 1924, Western Newspaper Union.)
At Christmas Time
Mr. Smiles But why d6 you expect
a Christmas box from me? Surely I
have had no dealings with you?
Boy Yes, sir please, sir, you
tripped over my oop. last week.
Origin of Carols
Few, If any, Christmas carols were
ever sung in Scotland, ' while from
earliPBt timeB the t-ustom has been
universally prevaleift in England.
France, Italy and other countries i
tbe European continent,
OW, if Aunt Lizzie Ann had
only written for Christmas, trie
family ''agreed as they sat
around the. big tire that blazed upon
the open , berth,i '-.everything would
hava been just perfect. As It was,
things were awfully nice and everyone
was having such a good time, but
Aunt Lizzie i Ann's Christmas letter
had failed to ' come the first miss
since they all remembered and Its
nbsenee cast a little cloud over them,
try as .they would to hide it. .
Aunt Lizzie Ann had always written
the dearest Christmas'' letter gifts
she had none to send since Uncle Fid
died several- years ago but always
there had been that, wonderful .letter,
tyat breathed so deep the very spirit
of Christmas that if lulu almost be
come a part of the very time itself for
the Derniott family. And although
none of the family had yet framed the
thought that Aunt Lizzie Ann must be
ill, or something; dreadful -must- have
happened, it lay' heavy upon-tbetn all.
So when George announced that he
was going down to the telegraph -office,
to. wire. they all agreed that it was the
best thing to do.'
,A- soft, powdery snow was falling
as be opened the door to step without.
He had lieen gone only a short time
when a hout from him brought them
all to the, doorway. . And there, with
the snowllakes falling around her, was
the dearest 'little old lady, laden with
bundles, , which George tried in vain
to help her with.
"It's Aunt Lizzie Ann !" they all
cried in unison. ;nd sure enough it
was Aunt Lizzie Ann,- coming this
year herself instead of sending her
usual letter, and she had the dearest
and loveliest gifts for them all.
And when the excitement of her
coming had died down and they all sat
around the blazing logs again, Aunt
Lizzie Ann explained how she had
been able to come. Uncle Ed had
taken out an endowment policy for her
several years ago; it had now ma
tured and she was free to do the
things she had wanted to for so long.
"You have been giving tosme for so
many years," she said, "It makes me
feel real good to be able, to make
some return at last." ; . t
But the family assured her in 'all
sincerity that It w'as she who had
given the most to them always for
her wonderful Christmas letter had
helped them more than they could
ever-tell her. Katherine Edelman.
(, 1924, Western Newspaper Union.)
"He has proposed, but does be real
ly love me?" . x-
"Walt and see what he sends you
for Christmas, girlie.; ' Then, give him
your answer." ,
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Christmas Suggests This Judicious Purchase
.. . .
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the whole family--an attractive and practical all
yearcar.lt is finished in deep Windsor Maroon,
with interior upholstery to harmonize. Nickeled
' radiator, low, deep seats, wide doors, hooded
sun visor and large fenders. See this good-look
ing car at the salesroom of the nearest Author
ized Ford Dealer. Easy terms gladly arranged.
-efvy Detroit, Mich. a
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PLAYING SAFE IN y
t ANKER CHISHOLM- refused, ac
commodation to persons who
seemed the most successful mer
chants in town, and to some of the
wealthiest citizens. An account over-'
checked by even a dollar received
quick, notice. It was as if Banker
Chisholm had a finger. on thfc pulse of
the town, and whenever a pulse fal
tered he withdrew. 'lie was "not run
ning a hospital. . ' , . 1 '
So he became known as ''Stony
Face," '.'Frost,'' "Bloodless," and the
likei Even the many solicitors" of
charity went to him "without expec
tation. Each Christmas, mysterious turkeys
were left at doors whose owners were
not expecting to have any. Load of
wood and tons of coal appeared in
the same way.. Banker Chisholm
could have told something about them.
Only one person in town' really un
derstood, and that was Andy Searles,
an old seatmate at school. Andy was
a failure, and indifferent about it, but
he was a close-mouthed participant in
his friend's secrets.
One day the banker called him into
his back room.
. "Here is a thousand dollars, Andy,"
he began, nodding at a roll on the
table. "I want you to slip it into yqur
pocket and distribute it where you feel
It will make the most Christmas."
"In your name this time, Bill. I
don't like what they call you."
Banker Chisholm reached for the
money. 7 '
"Then I won't give anything," he
said. "You remember how my prede
cessor, Mr. Wade, almost ruined him
self and the bank by his reckless gen
erosity and accommodation to unsafe
borrowers. If I became known as an
easy giver, I would be attacked by a
horde of friends, and I'm afraid I'm
too soft-hearted to play safe.; The
only way Is to keep up my reputation
of 'Stony Face.' It is my salvation.
I'm sorry you''
"Oh, all right," interrupted Andy
gruffly. "Give me, se money. I'll dis
tribute it where I set.' need, and want
of a Merry Christmas.' Frank Her
(, 1924, WMtern Newspaper Union.) .
Bug What, kind of a Christmas do
you expectto"hnve, Mr. .Snail?
Snail Very slow !
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Carol of the Angels
By Rev. W.J. Rutledge,
In Montreal Family Herald
"tyiHLE jhepaercU watched tkeir
VV flock! by night," ,
the angel hastened in his flight
From Heaven' omniscient throne,
With tidings of transcendent grac
For men of every timend pUce,
Best ndiags ever known! ,
' 'Fear not ; to yon is born this day
In David's town, as Scriptures say, ' ..
A Saviour, Christ the Lord;
In stable where the Itine repose,
The Babe ye'U find in swaddling clothes, H
The wondering shepherds heard. '
Tien suddenly a multitude ,t
Of heaven's host, which understood
Tue motions of God's love.
Caroled His praise in song sublime
Whose cadence swells with passing tint
All other songs above: - .
"Glory to God in highest place,"
Before whom angels veil their face
In deep humility;
"And peace on earth to men good-wiHad I"
Prophetic praise that shepherds filled
With Faith's tranquillity!
0 angels! sing again to men
At common tasks, your glad refrain,
Till glory ehinei around!
We would, amid life's troubles, hear
Of Him whose advent quiets fear
And maketh joy abound!
Not aew of manger-cradle He,
But of the throne of sovereigaty, '
Earth's great redemptive King! .
. Come Thoa, 0 Christ! create goed will
In men and nations, and fulfill
The Hope ef Peace we ling!
THE ROAD TO
By MAKQAKET E. SANCjSTER
in Forum Magazine
DEAR, tell me vhere the road to
And ve trill take that pathman, hand in
' ' hand; '
And, vhere the flaming gold of sunset diet
. Ve too will find, again, oar promised
The world pill seem a silver drift of snow.
.And we, upon, the horizon's far rim. ';
VTill see red holly bushes, row on row.
And proud uoung hemlocks green limb
And, dearest, while the whole earth seems
lo sleep. '.
A star will rise triumphant as a flame
And, in a silence that is warmlu deep.
IJour voice will falter as it speaks ran
And where the mistletoe is still and white
IJour lips will turn the darkness into light.
on open cars.