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About The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 23, 1921)
A WORTHY CHRISTMAS APPEAL (Continued from ftrstpnge.) there has been nothing that has touched his heart to so great a depth as the affectionate greetings of the chiidrt n, before whom in exercises every Tuesday morning he stands and talks, sings and draws pictures in crayon. Every day we meet and pass going to and from school an it is always a pleasant word and a happy greet ing from these dear iittiu folk 01 v\hcm, Christ said, the citizenry of heaven is composed and whose taces do always behold the Father of lights in that abode of bliss. If He loved them, it veiii do mankind no harm to love them, too. it lias been a very fruitless ef fort to agree wall the precise C(unsel frequently heard during pastoiial rounds ab ut this time of the year —near Christmas time —that there is no such thing as Santa C laus, and that it is wicked to imagine th;.: there is such a be ing. YVe fag- 1 (lie days of not so very long ago f• r ttie most of us when sh king-hanging time was history-mak g time for we boys and git's and h id been ever sine- there was a right and a left hand to us. Happy old days. So full of sweetness that has been turned | into hard bitterness in so many instances, save where the little ones have been permitted to keep Ibe customs of old trtsh m our minds. What would home be without them? I confess Ido not know. Not much home to say the least of it. The old fattier who always en tered into the joys of his children during Yulelide festivities; who always hung up his trousers se curely tied at the bottoms, and who alwavs got them filled with kindling wood, on top of wtiich were placed the real gifts,” and al so went into ecstacv over what he lead his children to believe he ac cepted as the biggest stockingful of nil —although he certainly was on to their pranks long before “Christmas gift” was sprung on him first of all on the morning of gifts, lost nothing in entering into those playtime, but rather secured a hold upon the af fections of his children’s children that no strain has been able to sever. It is not surprising, then, that when his oldest grandson reached lie age that brought to him the idea of giving gifts and the knowledge that be had noth ing to give—nothing? Yes, lie had himself to gi. e, that he hid in a large box and lcquescd that he be taken into the ipom where grandfather was on Christmas morning and when the lid was raised he leaped into the old gen eral’s arms and gave himself to a heart that always hid loved the little fellow and h s never since played “Indian giver” with the recipient of this, his first Christ mas gift. These things occur in homes where there is a d *.d, mother, sif ters and brothers. But there are homes out of which these have been taken. In a conversation with a dear friend only a few days The Season’s Greetings Among my many assets I like to count the on ly one that money cannot buy —your good will. And sxat this Holiday Season I extend to you —not ns a customer alone, b'S as a friend — t]i B st of Wishes for the con.' lg year. Yours sincerely, HOWARD L. CRAMICHAEL. A Xmas Greeting. Dear boys and girls, before this issue of th • paper com -s out you wiii be dismissed for the holidays. I trust that you may have one of the best times you have h id in years, that no accident will hap pen to any of you and that you may have ! the sausage, cakes, and goog things to eat possible. Eat enough to make you sick, just s<> you get well in time to come back to :«ehool on Jan, 2. Now', may you teachers have a restful time, enjoy yourselves so cially, and a few of you may even change your names, if you think lie t, an l then all come back after Xiiiai and do the best year’s work we have ever done. Now, we have a few letters on auocffer page of this paper. We sinoi take pleasure in reading them. Your friend, T. J. Horton ago the remark was made, “I have always felt the loss of my dear father.” Indeed, no one can take that pi tee. They spring the jokes on dad, but he’s a real live; ' wire in the thought and heart of bis boy —provided he has had common wisdom sufficient to lead ! him to make a pai or that boy, ind pity the did who hasn’t this. i These things occur in homes where there is a dod, mother, sis ters and brothers. But there are homes out of which these have | been taken. In conversation with : a dear friend only a few days ago the remark was made, “I have al ways felt the loss of my dear father.” Indeed, no one can take! that place. They spring the jokes on dad, but he’s a real live wire in the thought and heart of his boy— provided he has had common wisdom sufficient to lead him to make a pal of that boy, and pity the dad who hasn’t done this. In the midst of festivities that will be already begun within a few days or hours, let us forget not the little ones who are father less, motherless, homeless. They heed us now and will bless us la ter. One home out of which all had been taken s't far as providers of Christmas joys were concerned and into which, it seemed, well nigh everything contrary to the spir it of the season had found its unwelcome entrance, had as a re maining remnant of a once loving family, a little orphan girl. She h id treasured an old doli received as a token of dad’s love many years before. As the day so rich in anticipated blessings drew nigh her little mind got busy. She had written letters to Santa; had pray ed out loud to be sure that Santa might hear—and he did hear and gave the things asked for. Kneel ing beside her bed on Christmas Eve, she tried to pray, but some -1 how the hope had not burned so bri htly as before and the petition changed to child grief ahd found its « xpre-sion' in tears. There vvith the little oid doll kneeling by her side she fell asleep and, in the midst of her dreams of “Peace on earth, good will towards men” she was discovered. She wept her self into Slumberland. Crying for Santa Claus. Crying for dad. Go out and find such a one and be Santa for once for the oth er fellow’s little orphan. The fei ling is great. The blessing is j greater. HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY, McDONOUGH GEORGIA. CHRISTMAS A THOUGHT $ One day in the year we celebrate the birth of Christ, the Prince of Peace. Three hundred and sixty-four days in the year we are are prone to forget His teachings, sidestep His warnings, and ignore His pleadings. 9 It is the way of the world today. Tomorrow may be different, but to morrow is always yet to come. f ■* HRISTMAS A WISH May the lite of the Prince of Peace be an inspiration to you in the year that is about to be born. May the joys of happiness and the blessings of peace rest upon you, abide with you, enrich and ennoble you in the years that are to come. B. S. ELLIOTT, Publisher. Christmas. A. D. 1921.
