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MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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The Christmas of Humble Folk
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
H AIL. Christina* of onr century I What Is the sift you bring-—
Bread and meat {or the child of want, or a throne for the son of a
king?
•Toy for Iho babes of the downcast. Hope for the daughter^ of aln''
If you are the Christmas of Humble Folk, the gates are wide—Come In I
If you are the spirit that fights and strives—if you are desire that grows,
If you are the heart that loves and gives if you are tiie mind that knows.
If yon are the hdmble Heart of Love. Who once in a manger lay—
Why, then ihe world will hloom and flower that this is Christmas Day.
Bnt if you are the base exchange from purse to purse of wealth.
If you are greed that coins your gifts from childhood's In— on health,
Or one who climbs on his brother's want, or takes the wage of sin
And sneers at the woman whose path lie'll blaze, you shall not enter in.
Hail. Christmas of our century—what is the gift you bring?
Hope for fhe year that follows fast Ihe day of the Earthborn King?
Strength and lore to help the band of woe and want and sin?
Then you are the Chrislmas of Humble Folk. The gates are wide -come in.
Miss Garsidc's Offering:
Daysey Mayme 9 s ( hristmas
T HTDcustomary Christmas gift for
Father is a dustless mop, and
his lack of sentiment excuses
the absence of white tissue paper and
Md ribbon. If mother doesn’t fare
better, ehe finds Christmas enough in
the ,1o>' of the children.
There was a vacuum cleaner for
I.ysander John Appleton, a check for
his wife, and everything for Daysey
Alayme and Chauncey Devera that
The Manicure
By WILLIAM F. KIRI
■T’
• WISH 1 could be the daughter of
President and have one of
them swell wedding* in the
White House,” said the Manicure
Lady. “Gee, 1 be grand to
have all them f*we». photographs in
the papers, and all them nice things
written about you?”
“We was married by a Justice of
the peace,” eaid the Head Barber.
“There wasn’t no photographer* there,
and I didn’t eee nothing nice abont
ue in tho papers, either, but we have
been just as happy as If the marriage
had been bigger than a circus.”
“I suppose my marriage will be
about the same.” said the Manicure
Lady, “and I ain’t foolish enough in
the head to think that grand mar
riages means grand happiness, but
girls is girls, and I guess all of us
]!ke* to shine a little, even if our wed
ding day is the only chance we get.”
“1 don’t know how brides feels
they had sighed for in six months
previous.
A boy’s gratitude is always as cold
as yesterday’s buckwheat cakes, so
the parents expected nothing from
him and looked for a gushing out
burst from their daughter.
In this they were disappointed, for
Daysey May me cast aside the dia
mond solitaire from her father, the
furs from her mother, and the many
gifts from girl friends, first, indiffer
ently, then feverishly, and then des
perately. It was the fourth time she
looked among her gifts that she found
the object of tier search; a white-
bound book called “Pearls of Love,”
and marked 49 cents.
It was from him, and with a cry
of Joy she clasped it to her breast
Prom him! Oh, Joy! Oh, Christmas!
Oh, rapture! It means so much to get
a gift from him!
Her mother saw. and understood,
and smiled. Her father saw, and felt
abused. But Daysey Mayme did not
know nor care, for, oh, ecstatic bliss,
.she had received a gift from her
heart’s delight!
Tabloid Tales
What, Mother, is meant by being
“temperamental ?”
Any woman, My Child, is tempera
mental whose mind 1» so lightly bal
anced that It is never the same after
she has slept under a crazy quilt.
Why 1s It. Mother, thi^t all worth
less men marry?
Because, Child, worthless men al-
way* have time to make love.
about that,” said the Head Barber,
"but I would hate to he a bridegroom
and have twenty newspaper kodaks
snapping my 'icture coming from
and going to the church—especially 1f
I happened to be a short man. Noth
ing looks no short as a newspaper
photograph of a short bridegroom
beating It along the street with a tall
bride. And the chances are there !»
more short husbands than tall ones.
It they ain’t short before they marry,
they will be many a time afterward.”
”1 dreamed once that I married into
a royal family,” said the Manicure
Lady. *1 thought I vas married to a
tall, swell looking prince, who thought
the world and all of me, but I dreamed
that his folks \ s kind of set again*:
fhe marriage. Maybe 1 didn’t give
them a proper laying out—in my
dream You know me. George, when
it comes to putting somebody on the
pstn and telling them where to get off
eWell. w'hat I told that prime's old
folks was a classic—in my dream.
And I dreamed that the prince drew
me closer to him and said. 'Remem
ber, all of you, she is m\ wife. She is
the girl I love more madly than 1 ever
Thought a man could love. Go and
leave us in pea< e.' Gee. he said it
grand and he looked grand when he
aaid it—in my dream. And after he
had told them all to beat it while the r
shoes was soled. 1 woke up.
“1 guess that's about the only way I
will ever break iuto high society.
George when I am sleeping. W ilfred
always tells me that I ought to be h
prince’s bride., but I don't go much on
that poet junk he hands out. because
he is all the time following up his
pretty speeches with a request for
five bean> and even if he is my broth
er I am sour on him on that money
proposition, so what he says about m>
fatal beauty ain't got much weight
with Queenie, ihe manicure girl. I am
too long in the league to get to >k
into tamp with sugared words,
xjre orge ”
“Well, I ain’r ’coking for no cough.”
said the Head Barber. * and 1 w ill t-
the spine as your brother—you are fit
t<» be a prince's bride, but 1 hope it
will be some American prim e. and mv
one of them slope-headed, down-and-
out members of some royal fam! \
one of them fellows iliat has to be
watched closer than McGraw used to
watch poor old Bugs Raymond. 1
want you to marry a regular guy,
with all the money you both n^ec
and with a real, honest love for a
real, honest girl.”
“Gee?. George, said the Manieur-
Lady, “w hen you said th«*m words you
looked just grand, like the prince n
Why, Mother, doesi the woman spend
It is n term used In fiction which
in real life in expressed by the word
“bossy.”
Is there anything, Mother, a woman
may do which a man can’t do?
There are two, My Child: No one
but a woman can look at a woman
without seeing her. and no one but a
woman can see a woman without
looking at her.
W hat. Mother Mine, is meant by
"the force of habit?”
I can tell you best, Little One. by
giving an illustration: If a man mar
ries a woman who has taught school
a great many years, when the school
bells ring she will act up like the
horse at the fire department when the
firs whistle blows
What, Mother, is meant bv the
Dear, Dead Past?
It is any period. My Child, that
antedates the esthetic lime when
our maternal ancestors put a piece of
red flannel in the bowl of a coal-oil
lamp for pretty’s sake.
What, Mother. is Conscience
Money?
It Is something Child, which news
papers tell about, but which no wife
ever sees.
my dream
M by. Mother Dea? - . does everyone
make so light of those \j ho do a great
deal of visiting? Has hospitality be
come a lost art ?
I am arraifi It tins. Mv Child. Ol
recent years visiting lias'become like
gambling a sport in which everyone
claims to get the worst of it.
Wanted: A Girl #
Copyright,
1913, International News
Service.
Nell Brinkley’s Christmas Picture
D ear santa claus:
IT'S good form now, you know, to tell what you want Christ
mas -but it won't do any good to tell my seeotid cousin this
want of mine, for she’ll knit me a pair of slippers anyway, even if
she could make me a present of a sweetheart. But here and now
I join the ranks of the kids and come right out to you in black and
white and ASK for what 1 want the worst of all. Jusl a GIRL—if
you please; if you have any on hand with brown eyes and little
hands and feet and golden hair. And you’ll know my house, because
it's very high above the pines, and there will be smoke curling out
of one chimney. The other will be good and cold with the fire put
out. 1 want a girl! . "BILLY.”
"P. S.—There is a sign at the end of a path that says: 'To Ye
Lonely Young Man.' And the path will be swept off! “B.”
AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
(Nevellred hy>
Do you know. Mother, of any re
liable confidant In tiino of trouble'.'
Just one, Mv Child: Your pillow
And always take care to look imJe
the bed before you confide in that.
FRANCKS ). GARSIDK
Ungrateful Tom.
Mr Blossom lia-d been very 111, and by
tlie time he was able to get downstairs
again his hair had grown to a consid
erable length. Then it was that Mr*
B voluntered to rut it fur him. and
Blossom. probably owing to his weak
condition, consented to the experiment.
Then Blossom repented his rashness.
“Great Scott, Martha" he yelled, as
Mrs. B. Jabbed the point of her scis
sors 4 n his i eok "What the dickens do
you think you're doing
"Am 1 hurting you. dear'.'" murmured
Mrs B. "Its only these corners be
hind ihe ears that bother me. Do keep
still ’ And then she sliced a bit off his
(From tin* play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thlrty-nmth Street Theater, New ) ork.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO DAY’S INSTALLM KNT.
Her first actual confession of the
It vo she had been showing so plainly
thn-ugh all the tense moments in his
room came ut last. Not in the sanc
tity of their own devotion—not alone
—not in the hope of the Joy and per-
j faction of her love came Aline s ac
knowledgment--but before the cold
machinery of the law. With down-
least head-—with averted eves but
with the royal radiance of the truth
of her heart’s message, Aline spoke
her new-found creed.
"Yes—I love him.”
“God bless you,” sail
Educated.
rook,
nove
loved
>rh:
Wife--And row I can!
ter will answer to me. Come, Aline!”
Tie seized the girl's almost pulse
less wrist in his firm grasp—and so
leading her by the hand as if she
wei. i disobedient child w ho must be
taught discipline. Graham prepared to
lake his errant daughter home.
“One moment, Mr. Graham/' spoke
Chief Dempster in a tone pregnant
with meaning. “I have an official
duty here. * * * We both regard
Captain Holbrook as an accessory to
this murder. * * * We both be
lieved just now—that he was shelter
ing the principal ”
“Chief Dempster found it difficult
to go on—to express in words the
meaning he felt must be hatefully
evident to all.
“Well?” asked Graham impatiently.
“I see no reason to change that
opinion!” said Chief Robert Dempster.
“You mean?” cried Graham.
“Your daughter.”
Aline impulsively cried aloud. “Oh,
no m> ” she screamed, as she tore
herself from her father’s hold and
tied to the captain's waiting arms.
| She hid her head on his breast—and
for one second of sanctuary buried
| from eyes and mind the torturing
I hours that had passed—the danger
that threatened. Then aim faced
! about and in deep emotion cried
I again -“Oh, no “
Aline!” commanded her captain.
Silence was her «*n!\ weapon now.
• ! MUST INSIST l PON YOUR
RM\’< ‘KING CAPTAIN H (‘ L-
tiROOK'S I \ROLfc AND i PON
T.IK A KI IK ST UP BOTH HIM AM)
I MISS Gl AilA.M Foil THK Ml’!:
I L»EK OF .ill >fc$U.\ FLAGG!"
Chief Dempster inexorably. j
Aline slipped from the. shelter of j
Holbrook's arms and came bravely i
forward in answer to the impulse for ■
self-s;icri flee, however vain. that
urges woman to her fate.
“NOT HIM-e-NOT HIM she |
cried in a voice that threatened to
betray all.
“ALINK l COMMAND YOU ”
At the sound of her captain’s voice
the girl grew silent.
In vague apprehension as to what
this authority could mean Graham
turned to the commander of his
daughter’s frail bark.
“You dare ” he began.
Holbrook did not mark him at all.
He turned to Chief Dempster.
What an outrageous thing to do,“
he cried. "\\ hat grounds have you to
aspect this lady, Chief Dempster?”
else's daughter,” asserted Dempster,
stubbornly.
“Somebody else's daughter wouldn’t
have overheard you and me in my
library.’ * * * That explanation of
her coming here would be . lack
ing ”
“So would their mutual interest,
which is a subject of general com
ment. I have been tricked once to
night—it won’t work again. She'll
have to go, Mr. Graham.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
At Bay.
I “Their arrest,” demanded.the chief!
of Graham.
"No, Robert,” interposed Father !
Shannon.
”f see no evidence on which to ar- '
rest Alice.” said her father.
“You’d see it If she was somebody
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Out of the East :
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
HREE camels, soft shod, toiled from far along a silent street,
Burdened with gifts of gold and myrrh and incense subtly sweet.
And it was night, and Time's great pulse had almost ceased to beat.
The sky, all tender and a dream, was thickly sown with gold.
Save in the east, where one great star had wandered from the fold
And danced its way along the blue, new glories to unfold.
And in a wooden manger low, three wise men knelt in prayer
Before the tiny Presence who had come to being there.
And out of darkness light had come to rid the world of care.
And gifts there were of gold and myrrh, and incense subtly sweet;
Gold for a mighty power, and incense for a hope that beat;
And myrrh for pain and sorrow that the little King must meet
And down the ages comes to us the Christmas of to-day.
Its spirit gives us strength to bear, and power to hope and pray
To be content with what we have if LoTe has come to stay.
And some of ns have gifts of gold, out of the things that were,
And some of us hare frankincense for hopes that faintly stir;
And some of us have only pain, wrapt in the gift of myrrh.
What Dorothy Dix Says:
Ten Rules of Life
T O be a human being first, and a
woman afterward.
To learn how to do some one
thing well enough to make a living by
it, so that I need never fear the hor
ror of dependehce.
To regard love as the sugar on the
,op of the cake of life, not the whole
substance.
To serve faithfully and well those
of my own household, but not to per
mit myself to become a slave to them,
To develop my sympathies in every
direction so that I may truly be a
little sister to all the world.
To continually reach out for fresh
interests in my life, so that if one
fails me I shall not be left bankrupt
of resources of happiness.
To work always and to realize that
it is as much of a shame for a wom
an to be a parasite as it is for a
man to be one.
To let no human being go from my
presence without giving him or her a
happier thought and a brighter out
look.
To bear in mind continually that it
is just as important to lay up af
fection for my old age as it is to lay
up money.
To keep my heart sw-eet and
young, purged of the bitterness and
the narrowness of old age, and so to
grow old gracefully and beautifully.
Up-to-Date Jokes
"Miss Brown told me that you paid
her such a charming compliment the
other evening.” Said Mrs. Coddington to
her husband, “something about her be
ing pretty. The poor girl was so
pleased. I don’t see how you men can
b« so untruthful.”
“I should think you’d know by this
time that I'm never untruthful.” said
Mr. Coddington, reproachfully. “I said
she was just as pretty as she Could
be, and so she was.”
* * *
The lawyer was drawing up old Fur
row's will.
“I hereby bequeath all my property to
my wife,” dictated the son of the soil.
“Got that?”
"Yes.” answered the lawyer.
“On condition that she marries again
within a year.”
The legal light sat back, puzzled.
"But why?” he asked.
The aged farmer smiled.
“Because,” was the reply, “I want
somebody to be sorry I died!”
* * *
Old Fraud—And after floating about
on the spar for three whole days, 1 was
finally washed ashore, sir.
Gent (unimpressed)—Ah. and it
wouldn’t hurt you to be washed ashore
again, either.
Didn’t Waste More
| “Young man,” said the earnest em
ployer, "you should remember that every
jhour is composed of 60 golden minutes,
leach set with 60 shining seconds.”
“That, sir,” courteously responded the
young man, “was the motto on the wail
of the little red schoolhouse which I at
tended.”
“Ah, just so. And‘I trust that you
always bear in mind the wastefulness
of idling away your time.”
“I try to, sir.”
“That is right. Remember that in
some lazy moment a wondrous opportu
nity may come your way. If you fail to
see it and to seize it, the whole course
of your future may be altered.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And, therefore, I would urge upon
you never to waste your time in foolish
amusements, in loafing, in dreaming of
[the unattainable, or in listening to- ”
1 ”In listening to idle talk, sir?" polite-
'ly suggested the youth.
“Exactly. And, as you have Idled five
minutes at present, the cashier will he
(instructed to deduct the proper amount
' from your envelope. Let this lesson
sink in, my young friend, and in time
to come you will realize that ”
But the earnest young man had gone,
niurmuring to himself that, while good
[advice was am excellent thing, he really
1 wished to save the remainder of his
daily wage.
“Have you a piece of cake. lady, to
give a poor man who hasn't had a bite '
for two days?” was the unusual re- ;
quest made by a disreputable-looking
tramp.
“Cake?” said the woman, in sur
prise. "Isn’t bread good enough for
you?” She looked at him coldly, but
he did not flinch.
"Ordinarily, yes ma’am; but this is I
my birthday:” explained the tramp.
During a football match In the North
a spectator persisted in making loud
remarks about the conduct of the ref
eree. At last the official went up to
him and said:
"Look here, my man, I’ve been watch
ing you for about the last fifteen min
utes!”
"Ah thowt so.” came the scathing
reply—"Ah thowt so! Ah knew varry
weel tha wasn’t watching t’ game!”
Puzzled.
"The thirst for knowledge reveals
many things, amusing as well as other
wise,” remarked an eminent author,
'and as an illustration I will tell you a
little story about an office boy em
ployed by a friend of mine.
"I noticed one day that the bov was
reading a volume of Shakespeare. aTid
his expression denoted great interes
and happiness. I was surprised to find
a boy of his age so engrossed in Shake
speare.
“Going over to him, I aske'd him if he
liked the book.
" ‘Oh, yes, sir,’ he replied, 'ft’s great.
Did you ever read It. sir?’
" VD’yer know what he talks about,
sir .” he asked.
" 'Why, yes, my boy, I think I dr.
Why?’
" Then maybe you can help me.’
" ‘What is it?’ I asked.
“ ‘Well, sir.’ he said, ‘I want to know
which was the man, Romeo or Juliet?’ ’*
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