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THE m WHO RULES THE WORLD TODAY
Mah mammy way rtut Sandy Claus coma
Ter good ll’I boys,
Kb bring er ho’n en or big rod drum,
Hn yuthcr toys.
Bat. why white chilluns gets dom now
I caln’ on'stan'.
I guess I known wliut Sandy Claus do—
He aec’n han' man!
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"P——— 1
7 ,
Las' yeah ho clomb down ouah stovepipe
Wonst I's orsleep,
Bn totejj some oynges—bout half ripe—
Ml th’ee toy shoep,
Ha one deso Jornp' Jacks “broken, dough—
Bat don. my Ian'I
•Boat dlolryero Sandy Claus-I des know
Ha sec'll has’ man!
I as* my mammy ef Sandy Claus aln'
Done know des how
Ter men' dem toys, en' fix dey paint,
En she say: “Now,
Don' worry, chile, 'bout de white folks,
'cause
Hit’s de good Lowd's plan.”
So I guess dat mah Mlstah Sandy Claus—
He sec'n han’ man I
H
an' present*! Fancy If I could give
mother a present! I know what I’d
like to give ’er—one of tliem cases to
'old needles nud thimble nn’ a bodkin
which 1 snw at 'Amllton’s bnzaar. But.
It ain’t much good wishing.” And
here her reflections came to an end, for
she found herself at the warehouse.
She had soon delivered her parcel to
the fat manageress and received the
poor payment due and, threading her
♦
ii A Real Christinas j
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KB name was Philippa, a royal
name for such a very small,
poor English maid, bnt she
had always been culled “Flip,” |
and she lived In Duchess row. Duchess . _ ,
row makes you think of something 1 way cleverly back through dusty cor-
stately and grand; but, alas, here it riders and down winding stairs, soon
meant Just a row of narrow, grimy : found herself In the jostling street
bouses standing in a dark and dreary | again- She turned her footsteps home,
street, where the sunshine never seem- I when n gleam of something bright an
ed to come—a place of poor people In
the heart of tolling London. Flip lived
at A Duchess row with her mother, a
widow. They had the topmost room of
the bouse, and of all the Door people
In Duchess row I do not think any
were quite os ooor as Flip’s mother,
who had to work day and night to enrn
a scanty living by making huttouholes
In coats and waistcoats for a ready
made clothes warehouse. It was a hard
life for Ihe two, but Flip possessed a J
brave and stanch little heart beneath
her tbreadbure frock and when she
came out of school ench afternoon ,
would sit until her eyes were burning 1
and her poor little fingers raw and ,
aching, helping her mother.
And It was so she sat one afternoon j
a week before Christmas day trying to
catch the last gleams of murky day- 1
light which came through the window
REFUSED TO RECOGNIZE DAY
Puritans of England Made Christmas
'illegal and Declared It a Mis
demeanor to Be Gay.
English Puritans of the seventeenth
century guarded against looking upon
the rosy side of life.
Because Christmas Is really a sur
vival of the Celts’ Yule, and is not
the actual anniversary of the birth of
Christ, they refused to countenance
Christmas festivities. Not only did
they refuse to recognize the day, but
they made laws to that effect.
The' parliament of 1644 passed an
act ordering all law abiding citizens
to observe December 25 as a solemn
fast, to be spent In silent atonement
for previous Christmas days that had
passed in riotous living and merry
making.
Naturally the community did not
share In these hard and fast rules,
and many a turkey was surreptitious
ly killed, and many a plum pudding
quietly boiled. But woe betide the
unfortunate offender against the act
were he luckless enough to be dis
covered.
Soldiers were sent to search the
houses of those suspected of harbor
ing such delicacies as mince pies,
etc., and many were the pitched bat
tles between disagreeing sections of
the public.
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•X'vS? 5 *
UNDER THEJWIISTLETOE
To ask a girl if you may kiss her
before doing it Is an insulting way
of laying all the responsibility on
her.
• • •
In a man’s opinion a kiss Is an end
that Justifies any means.
• • *
Ton needn’t be afraid of a mere
imm Thousands are exchanged dally
fcy people of the highest reputation.
• • •
The kissed girl fears no mistletoe.
• • •
A kiss Is as good as a smile—and
a good deal better, too!
• • •
The Ideal kiss Is the kiss thsL'E
never given.
• • •
A kiss too soon may be a full stop
Jn the tale of love.
The child who doubts about Santa
Claus has Insomnia. The child who
believes has a good night’s rest
GAZING rs AX THK BBIUiIABTIiX TJX tflH-
DOW.
of their room. It was a bitterly cold,
cheerless day, not a typical Christmas
with frost and snow, but leaden skies
and a biting east wind made all folks
shiver and long to be home by a cozy
fireside. But fires are a luxury In
Duchess row, and there was but scant
warmth In the room where Flip and
her mother sat, working hard.
“If we ran get these finished tonight
yon can run ont with them, an’ when
yon come back we’ll ’ave a bit more
coal, an’ I'll git a bit of fish from
round the corner, an’ you shall ’ave a
nice 'of sunper, deary,” said the pale
mother with a loving look.
“That'll be lust splendid," replied
Flip, ..‘Jan’ yjen we’ll set before the
fire, avfwu’U tell me about them real
Chrisjynaseu y°° used to ’are when you
were ”, girl.”
•*T Ain’t like talking of them days,"
said the mother with a sigh as she fold
ed up the last bit of work. “ 'Ere you
syp. deary. Jest put od yer ’at an’ run
with these.” And In another minute
or two the light little figure, laden with
a large bundle, was speeding up the
great busy thoroughfare.
Sometimes, with all the good will in
the world, the constant Journeying to
the warehouse seemed to her long and
weary, but tonight her thoughts of
Christmas made her forget all fatigue
“ ’Ow lovely it would be’’ she
thought. “If we could 'ave a real
Christmas, with plum pudding an’ ’oily
the dirty pavement caught her eye
She bent down. It wasn’t—no—yes, it
was—a sliver sixpence! She picked it
up. Could puch luck be true? A sliver
sixpence found on the ground and
therefore her very own, to do what she
Ukod with!
"Why, now I’ll be able to git mother
a real Christmas present. It’s Jest like
a fairy tale,” she thought her blue
eyes shining with excitement, ‘‘an’ I
know whut I’ll buy, an’ I’ll git It, too.
before I go ’ome, ’cause it won’t take
me a mlnlh”
Hamilton’s bazaar was not very far
away, and, sure enough, In five minutes
Flip was gazing steadily in at the bril
liantly decked and lit window at a
needlecase In red velvet ahd gold, nn
article which for all Its gorgeousness
was marked but fivepence three far
things.
“I want a needlecase with a thimble
an’ a bodkin an’ a reel of cotton, like
them up there,” said Flip, with all the
dignity of a possessor of wealth.
“Well, you must wait, a bit!” snapped
tbe assistant, turning to anotber cus
tomer, a stout, cheery looking man.
accompanied by two rosy, well dressed
children.
bln waitin’ a long time. Why
can’t you git me one down?” replied
Flip, with the persevcrunce of the
east end child
The girl Impatiently detached one of
the needlecases.
“Where Is your money?" she asked.
“ ’Ere, of course. Wot d’yer think)”
said Flip, banding her the coin.
The saleswoman took It, looked at
It once carelessly, again narrowly.
“Why,” she exclaimed, “this Is not. a
sixpence at all—it la only an Imitation
one!” And, turning quickly, she beck
oned the tall. Imposing looking shop
walker, who stood near. , “This child Is
trying to pass false money,” she said
as she gave him poor Flip’s treasure
trove,
He examined It and then, taking hold
of the child’s thin arm, said:
"Come, come; where, did you get
this money from? Tell the truth
now."
Flip’s face went red and then very
white. She did not realize or under
stand her offense. She only knew that
If tbe sixpence was bod she could not
buy the dearly coveted gift. Her heart
seemed ready to break, and she burst
Into a flood of tears as she sobbed out
“I found It In the street—It’s true, It
Is. But I can’t buy tbe present now. 1
The shopwalker hesitated, and then
the cheery looking custolher who had
been waiting hla turn to be served
broke In by saying in a voice tbat
bad a strong country twang In It:
“Don’t you cry, lassie. You Son’t
mean any harm, I guarantee. Let me
see that coin,” he continued, turning
to the shopwalker, who did as he was
desired, for be was being addressed
by an old and valued customer.
“Well, I don’t know.” said the
cheery man. “It Is not a sixpence, 1
agree, but It Is a half sovereign and a
very good one too.” And In the twin
kling of an eye he bad deftly exchang
ed tbe Imitation sixpence for a gold
coin from his waistcoat pocket
“There, my lass, take your money
and ran home.”
Was It a dream? Flip pinched her
self when she was In the chill streets
again: No, It was all true—a happy
reality to find a bad sixpence and then
see It transformed Into a golden half
sovereign. She had forgotten the vel
vet needlecase; she had but one thought
—to get home—and home she soon was,
where ,her anxious mother heard all
her wonderful adventures.
So, after all. It WAS A real Christmas
in the top room.
M