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Can you remember, my dear friend, when you began to doubt the exlatence of Santa Claus? You do recall those ereninfrs of long ago. when you came in from

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And bow poignantly sweet ci from the past the memory of the evening when the very air seemed to tingle with strance electrical expectancy, when father's smiles were fraught with mystery and mothers eyes were very bright, and when tt seemed that it would be Impossible to get to sleep—but somehow you did. Yes. you went to bed. leaving the stockings hung from the mantle with a letter under each weighted top telling that groat and good man. Santa Claus. Just what your heart's desires were. Ah me. you can recall the last "Good nights" and feci touch of loving arms and the soft cling of kisses that seemed to bold a little longer on that night of nights. And the morning! Oh. the w< drous morning, with Its rush for the stairs, and Its hhrst Into the room, and Its exultant shouts and whoops joyous eyes fed their fill upon the sleds, and skates, and books, and candy, and drums, and dolls and—why go through the gorgeous, delectable enumeration. &inu Claus has made good. lie always did. Sharp and clear they come hack

to you. these Christmases of years ago with their noise and clatter, their scattered playthings and the spirit of Santa Claus mingling with the faint, persuasive aroma of the turkey still to come. You do not forget them; you never will. But can you remember when the implicit belief In the real, tangible. pcrsonnC honest-to-goodnoss existence of Santa Claus himself began to fade? Search your memory and try' to fix the date. Unless you arc one man or woman in a thousand, you will not he able to locate it. And do you know the reason why? It is because you never hav-. ceased lo believe. Gradually. Imperceptibly. as the years carried you along the one great'journey, the form of your belief changed— but It never did. Slowly, little by little, you grew to know that those gifts came from something strong and deep, the same thing which gave those Christmas Eve kisaes a strange intensity which makes them linger still. Gradually you come to realize that those happy piles of gifts often meant not onlylove but sacrifice. Surely, evenly that knowledge grew till came the time when earth

no longer held the brave and gentle souls who made ydur childhood happy, and then you knew as never before—but not quite fully, your greatest, deepest realization came when you took your place beside the fire when the pattering footsteps had climbed the stairs, and you read the notes which you had subtly helped to compost nndhold within the limit of your earthly resources, and you pushed carefully down Into the toe of the stocking some one of the smaller, unbreakable gifts that would come as a last, glad surprise. For then you believed in Santa Claus fully and truly. Tfier knew him for what he really Is. pot a happy figure dressed to meet the deep but uncrow n wisdom of the child, hut as the spirit of love and - icrifice which has united Hie family with never-broken bonds and which is at the root of all that Is good in society and civiUzatton. That is what Santa Claus the eternal spirit of care and love for those who are rising round our knees, the over-living desire to keep them happy and safe during those years when thetr hands arc too small and their hearts too

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A Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year to All First National Bank OCEAN CITY, N. J. An Invitation Is Extended Everyone To Join Our 1926 Christmas Club—Start Now and Have Money For Next Christmas. , may join more than one class if you desire INCREASING CLUB PLAN: Cent Class—Deposit 2 cents first week, 4 cents second week. Increase 2 cents each week—in 5o weeks you have Cent Class—Deposit 5 cents first week, 10 cents second week, increase 5 cents each week—in 50 weeks you have EVEN AMOUNT CLUB PLAN:

Christmas Club Prize Contest All members of the 1926 Christmas Club of the First National Bank may compete in a National Contest and have the opportunity of sharing in $2,500.00 cash prizes. When you open your Christmas account ask for circular giving full explanation of this contest. It's worth while!

Class 25—25 cents each week, totaling $12.50 Class 50—50 cents each week, totaling $25.00 Class 100—$1.00 each week, totaling $50.00 Class 201)—$2.00 each week, totaling $100.00 Class 500—$5.00 each week, totaling $250.00

Interest, is always allowed when payments are made promptly

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