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CAP* MAY OOUBTY mo*. «A BL* OlYY. H.X

II It is i wise Santa who keep* his whiskers away from the candles. - U Better broken toys than broken hearts, t Never look a gift in the price tag. f Many a man puts on long white whiskers and thinks he looks like Santa Claus when he looks more like a goat— and perhaps he is. f One thing they missed durB ing the Spanish Inquisition. —Christmas cigars! H Shopping done in time is the noblest work of woman! 'f A Christmas .gift by any other name doesn’t cost half as much. II A gift in the hand is worth two in the postoffice. T Many a man gets a girl under the fnistletoe only to find himself, a little later, under her thumb, f A pound of steak to a poor man is worth a too of holiB*7 greettag,.

I In the Christmas ; Handicap Mere Man Describes How j Friend Wtte Wins by

© AP he allua ust to “Chric’nmt comes but ouc’t a yea: V Liked to hear him that-a-way. In his old split-bottomed cbocr By the fireplace here at night— Wood all in—and room all bright. Warm end snug and foils all here; “Chris'mus comes bnt onc’t a year!”

XMMMMMW R I* no a** In my coins: home lonhfht." observed the tall, sad man as he pushed the dice box from him and accepted the consolation cl R«r which the tobacconist vouchsafed him. “There will be nothing doing the way of eats. M.v wife hasn’t time to cook. She’s entered in the Christmas handicap. Tou tnlk ■bout the six-day races where fellows Ode aroui.J and around until they •cp dead or go not*! Why. the Christmas handicap that kind of an endurance race skun a mile! * "My wife give* one hundred and eleven presents on December 24 and b-V The race Is between her and Christmas, and. believe me. Christmas Is coniine along pretty Uaat when It ciftnt s to the last lap of the race during Deceml>er. Bnt my wife Is coming along pretty rapidly, too. Take It from me. those needles of hers click so fast that they sound like fifty revolutions to the minute, ami she Mu oa all »lx. too, and she leaves e string of pink and blue double bewknots. kutelets, pi cos and four els In the wake of those needles that would astonish

you!

“TIcl:. tick.’ mya the clock, and •tlckerty. tickerty. tick, tick.’ say* the needle and there’s n pair of embroidered socks, an embroidered handkerchief or a foot towel, a sweater, a cap. a dolly, a lamp shade, a photo b >lder or most any old thin*. "Bingo! r’s-Deccmber 22! Bingo, bingo, blngo-o-o, go the knitting needles und crochet books end the tatting shuttles, ’caving a string of gnr-. •-x-nts ‘r iheir wake. ‘. ^etuber 22 Jumps np on the calendar, and whlsz. bang! *lpp’ go Hie needles, the paint brushes. The hrandIng irons and the stencils. And swish, swish! on comes the scenery, the menagerie. or whatever she has to evolve. "December 24 swing* Into the j stretch Now Christinas- Is here. 1 Th*y approach the wire. "Now. I don’t know whether my wife has worked all night or not. but she has brought her string pretty well up abreast of the times. Bnt some of I these presents have to he delivered. My wife grabs a handful them and starts out to deliver them. None of them Is finished yet. but she finishes them on the way. “Oang. dang! goes ,he street car. 1 Bul-x-z! goes the current und away ! we go! But -bib. bib, bob go the flu- | Ishlng touches on the presents. My wffe arrives t! a place where a present is to be delivered and ring* the bell. Blp. blp. blp. Mp go the needles. Five yards to make and tin- mnld Is on the way to the door. “Creak-!:: The servant opens the door. 8w Ish-h ! ti.c present Is mnipleled. Thud ! My wife drop » It Into the box. Swish. In goes my wife’* mrd, and rattle, on goes some hollyflcd wrapping paper and my wife wins by

•0*0*0*0a0*0o0s0*0*0*0o0sri 0 eA At Chrintmss be merry and y, thankful withal O • And feast thy poor neigh-o! y bors, the grtat with A! 6 the small. • O —Thomas Lusser. V 0*0*0*0*0*0s0»0«0s0*0s0*0*i

Crsckfa* hickcr’-nots; and.

Warr’a

And Bidory porchin’ com;

Me and 'Lixe and Warr’n and J®®! And Eidory bomb fer two Weeks’ vacation; and, I guess. Old folks lidded through and through. Same as WL was—“Home onc’t more Fer another Chris’mu*—aitgie!” Pap ’ud’ nay, and tilt his ch« “Chria’muB comet hut onc’t a \ yearf” Mostly Pap waa ap’ to be Serious in his “daily walk,” As he called it; generily Was no han4 to joke er talk. < Faria is. Pap had never be'h Bugged-like at all—and then Three years in the army had Hepped to break him pretty bad. Never FLINCHED! But frost ' and snow Hurt his wownd in winter.

But

You bet MOTHEB knotred ;it, though!— Watched his feet, and made him putt On his flannels; and his knee. Where it never healed np, he Claimed was “well now—mighty near”— “Chris’mus comes hut onc’t a year!” “Chr./mus cornea but onc’t a year!” Pap Vd say and tnap his eyes. . Row’ o’ applet sputterin’ hero Round the hearth, and me and ’Lise

Christmas SHortiltig

a multitude of tittle taper* and everywhere sparkled and , glittered with bright objects. . There were rosy-cheeked dolls » hiding behind the green i iec.es. and there were reel watches (with movable hands.

And whole reft o’ young'folks ,eaM - • D<s * n endieaa III Purity for being wound up) I Kri . . , . , ■ ». 1 ’ dongilDg from Innumercble “Chnsmus ccmcs but oh«t a f Tbere were French yeaff” | r polished tsUee, chair*, bed- ’

Mother tuk snaot cosafori tn Jeat a-hcpptn’ ftp: She'd fiB Hit pipe fer him, «r bt* tin 0* lird cider; er set *tjn And rad fer him out the. pile 0’ newspapers putt on file Wbilse he was with Shertoar.—

(She

Knowed the whole.war-hiiiory!)

• j.--'Rg' ‘

Sometimes he’d git het up some. “Boys,” he’d say, “and you

girls, too,

Chris’mus is about to come; So, as ybn’ve s nght to do, CELEBRATE ft! Lots lus died, Same os Kim they crucified, > That you might be happy here. Chris’mus comes but oorit a 1 ptBcaabiont to an deriev*. yea»r f “ banner*, real fruit. . tifiemy _ * Miased his voice last Chris’- F , ** f : Inritattoo applet, pent* f surprise- *• kn, ' w - ^ Ughtedly whispered to anoth- i Mother belt up tel she kissed ^ er pretty child. All of u|—rtp-n had to go ! f friend, “There And break down! And I laughs:

“Hero!

Chririmus comes but onc’t a

year!”

“Them’s his very words,” sobbed

she,

“When he asked to marry me.”

•f the Pari.

"Chris’mus comes but onc’t a

V 8 * 1 ' F”— fcetlvsl »>«et la “Chris’mus comes but onc’t a iv. it characterised.by rear." Ume of yeor, which U supposed to be Over, over, still-1 hear fraught with good cheer. It laden with “Chris’mus comes but ong’t a “

! h’or U It cynicism which says so;

i tt, like him. I’m goin’ to smile the average man In the street will trtl And keep cheerful all the while: ^ bother la crabbed age

ALLUS ChnRnus ’

And here

, . , , , i *»■ c»* wool ■ umu poaaes •vunsmus coma bat onct a Ms majority. Nor U \be tragic contrast

t between the cloud, which now for Ike | fifth Christmas darkens Europe and the world, and the bright star of Beth-

lehem the reason for the

that sounds beneath the cay notes of the season, as the deep diapason of the organ roita beneath the rippling melj ody. No; It Is none of these things which Imparts to Christina* the aomberoiwa which Is apparent to every--body who has passed Into yeor* of ma-

turity.

lt‘» memory that doee It Memory I play* tricks with us on those day*. ; Perhaps more than on any oibor holiday our minds revert to Christmans that used to be. We like to think about It; we like to read the Chrtstuia* j Carol, because It put* In everlasting word* the emotion of gladness which | hoed to dominate that day. No mat- , ter how humble the home, memory point* It In w ndcrful color* on this j one day. from the time we Jumped i from the warm bed long before dawn , •«Ml ecnmpored across the cold floor , tp get the Mocking which vmu-how i bad been Muffed during the night, to | the rod of the plethoric home festival. ; when, i andy-smeored and filled to the point of repletion we were rescued from the wreck of toy* and packed ; wearily off to sleep, more or less troubled with painful suggest Ions of ; turkey and mince pie. There I* only one thing that cau make ChrlMma* real to a grown-up, . end that U to d.. something for somebody who cannot pay It bach. That other!mii I*, we begin to suspect.-the ; thing which dotnltinted the Cnristiuas- • e* ths! used to be and mode them so real that they remain warm In memory- Utiles* you would have memory become a dry specter, you yourself ma»t make real for attle children of the now the picture* which Inemoty conjure* up fur you of the Christmases that used to “-e.-iSaturday GIoIh’.

THERE—

for the crotchets of the time;

year!”

O lookit. Tommy. Santo come for you and me, Bui I never heard a single sound when he Mi that Christmas tree.

A Repeated Message. Every year Christmas repeat* Its menaeg.-: "Fear Ootl no more, lie bring* lll-erty to the enslaved, light to the despairing, purer Joy to the glad. He la the Comforter of the •orrowln*. the I’hyalclaa of the rick, the Healer of the sinful, the Friend «Dd Cumpenles of msm—Wilbur D.

earth adore. -

How tbrills tho Inert at (taught of

Christmas ssrw!

-0. C- OUver lr Lae Angelas Tima*

0 b’|x»e yoM’lXkosvg yw' . ttockvrv uV ?" ocailjoTvt5io^vtjgjtf3oypv.jti *0K.yt.v aaiA 0 .* iXe.gr&cv'” ^ 00

The Day of Obarify. "Chrirtmos fv indeed tin soasoa of regenerated frollng—the Masco for kindling not merely the fires or hospitality In the hall, but the general Urine of rharity to the hrort.—Wash-

ington Irving.

welcome, merry Christmastide, Another hour before we SO. The ro*y fir! close at our We’U ki** beneath the mistletoe. Deep, mellow belli telute the au V/ith benisona sent f«r and wide. Good will and joy go everywhere Upon the golden Christ- ! max tide. —Joel Benton. v riO*O*<M0+04Of©H>K>*Of0f65

tber totvc arejutred w^i,! ’(be cuse uf James WUh»n of iw la rralrie is not on exo-piioast HU wheat crop thi* past .s«— ■ cd bl.a forty-five buri.Hv ; : ^■IMi|iML:it 1 forty-fear year* ■■tt

Weigh »r to the baahU, oftare QC ami pound*. Wheat A>p* »• cm ‘ , «*h «. 1 crop- Ti'-ar M , bed yields of fr^i I BeeereV* writ es tbere m- • ‘ K l at the axcellenr,. ,!

The -war Is over, and *-• a» eettUag dews to a jpice 11 U a great world beyond ilir feed on,: clothe, and thus i< *? the opswrtoUty to lend l^-nd H great work. Aside Croc, thr Pi thropy tn which you can i*i«r » tfiera to the witlafectkm of inrt you are amply wrovidUg for and tor the future of tin.- J ' opun you. Cri atm jade In this and J® .by arattlng yr,.rs*U |ta that We*tm ' p — offer* la Its low-priced in mlyielding value*. Tber.- »rr | school*. deriraMeaodsi emslin**taxation (none on Impr. 't* wtlh an enjoyable fUm*t». *■*«J satisfuv-tlon of poatesring « v; nt j eoO capable of producinr tor which goad Price. |irrv*h earily acceeaUile marketing tag ■

Dick Was Charitable At the fnne-al ■arvlces f‘ ,r » # 3 derty negro of fttchtnoml. Vs., lowing colloquy was overlie ' : "Tbere ain’t no u*e tn talk r.’.'j

T reckon det’s to.” said <*>'’J* whom Mr. Batker ImpanH o

waiting for evidence u

on thi* I*^ continue!! Mr

“Dick William*, be a»way«

plug hah am* datin' my l |m ' Tj

never hrarf -*t Dick e*.tf ^ trod dst hat to anybody.' Deg Hod rem«r*hi«o t» ^

The Hon. John XT. Deri* i l‘ J

our ambassador In Lond<«-

Mr. Page, is an •

yer,

Mr. Daria t

a

the atorj

. ... as try hi* St. Bernard up e l-«>“’ fare. "Where are you f ,A that dag. my little rhapr . T—I’m grins he wants to go breathleaa replv.

Relics ef Artec*" E r * Near Phoenix, within ti*r - s ’ valley, ere to be found munnl settlemetit* of the Axtecan era. with ceolr* 1 that were for larger than thi' (Irande. a writer In lb' Science Monitor rinte*. I " w.rd sad uortheo*: every ri' 1 ' r -tains evidence of tit# P"*’ east a portion of tbo-- p -, some reason leering tbeh - their Irrigated field* <<• 'he I ;» u mouatalt.* s"' 1 ""