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MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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The Christmas of Humble l oik
By LILIAN LAUFERTY
H
ATL, Christmas of our century! What Is the gift you bring—
Broad and moat for the child of want, or n throne for the son of a
king?
Joy for the babes of the downcast., Hope for the daughters of sin?
If you are the Christmas of Humble hoik, the gates are wide Come lu 1
If you are the spirit that tights and strives if you are desire that grows,
If you are tho heart that loves anil gives if you are the mind that knows,
If you are the humble Heart of I,ove. Who once in a manger lay
Why, then the world will bloom and flower that this is Chrlstmus Day?
But If you are the base exchange from purse to purse of wealth.
If yon are greed that coins your gifts from childhood's I — “ii health.
Or one who climbs on his brother's want, or takos the w age of sin—
And sneers at the woman whose path he'll blaze, you shall nor enter in.
Hail, Christmas of our century—what, is the gift you bring?
Hope for the year that follows fast tho day of the Ehrthhorn King?
Strength and love to help the band of woe and want and sin?
Then you are the Christmas of Humble Folk. The gates are wide - come in.
Miss Gar side's Offering:
Daysey Mayme’s ( hnstmas
T HE customary Christmas gift for
Father is a dustless mop, and
his lack of arntiment excuses
he absence of white tissue paper and
•ed ribbon. If mother doesn't fare
>etter, she finds Christmas enough In
he Joy of the children.
There was a vacuum cleaner for
•yaander John Appleton, a check for
rfs wife, and everything for Daysey
day-ms and Chauncey Devere that
By WILLIAM F. KIM
k | WISH I could be the daughter of
I a President and have one of
them swell weddings In the
'hite House,” said the Manicure
ady. “Gee, wouldn’t It be grand to
a.ve all them swell photographs In
ie papers, and all them nice things
rltten about you?”
“Wo was married by a Justice of
le peace,” aald the Head Barber,
rhere wasn’t no photographer* there,
id I didn’t eee nothing nl<;e about
i In tiro papers, either, but we have
*en Jurt aa happy ae if the marriage
id been bigger than a ctrcua.”
“I suptfoae my marriage will be
>out the same,” aald the Manicure
ady, “and I ain't foolish enough In
lo head to think that grand mar-
ages means gTand happiness, bat
rls Is girls, and I guese all of us
kes to shine a little, even If our wed-
ng day Is the only chance we get.”
“1 don’t know how brides feels
K>ut that.” said the Head Barber,
>ut I would hate to be a bridegroom
nd have twenty newspaper kodaks
lapping ray Mcture coming from
nd going to the church—esrpec!ally if
happened to be a short man. Noth
in looks eo short as a newspaper
hotograph of a short bridegroom
sating It along the street with a tall
ride. And the chances are there Is
tore ahort husbands than tall ones.
1 they ain’t short before they marry,
ttv will be many a time afterward.”
"I dreamed once that I married into
royal family,” said the Manicure
edy. ”1 thought I raa married to a
ill, swell looking prince, who thought
l© world and all < f me. but I dreamed
nat his folk© \ a kind of set against
tie marriage. Maybe 1 didn’t give
hem a proper laying out—In my
ream You know me, George, when
: cornet to putting somebody on the
an and telling them where to get off
V r ell, what I told that prince’s old
oiks was a classic In my dream.
,nd I dreamed that the prince drew
le closer to him and said: 'Remem-
er. all of you, she ie my wife. She is
he girl I love more madly than I ever
hought a man could love. Go and
?ave us In peace.’ Gee. he said it
i8nd and he looked grand when he
aid it—in my dream And after he
ad told them all to beat it while the r
hoes was soled, 1 woke up
•1 gues3 that’s about the only way I
dll ever break into high society,
;eorge—when 1 am sleeping. Wilfrt d
ways tells me that I ought to he i
rince s bride., but I don't go much on
hat poet junk he hands out, because
,e is ell the time following up his
retty speeches with a request for
ve beans, and even if he is my broth-
r I am sour on him on that money
iroposition. so what lie says about my
-laI beauty ain’t got much weight
dth Queenie, lie manicure girl 1 am
oo long in the league to get to ik
uto < amp with sugared words,
Jeorge.”
"Well, T ain't looking for no cough.'’
aid the Head Barber, “and 1 will su"
he same as your brother—you are fit
o be a prince’s bride, but I hope it
s ill be some American prince, and not
*ne of them slope-headed, down-and-
»ut members of some royal family,
me of them fellows that has to
matched closer than McGraw used to
.vatch poor, old Bugs Raymond. I
a ant you to marrv a regular guy,
vith all the money you both need.
%nd with a real, hoyest love for a
real, honest girl."
they fiad 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 Mayme cast aside the dia- j
mond solitaire from her father, the,
furs from her mother, and the many j
gifts from girl friends, first lndilTer-
'ently, then feverishly, and then des- j
perately. It was the fourth time she
looked among her gifts that she found j
the object of her 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.
From 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 is so lightly bal
anced that It Is never the same after
she has slept under ti^razy quilt.
Why Is It. Mother, that all worth
less men marry?
Because, child, worthless men al
ways have time to make love.
Why, Mother, does the woman spend
It Is « term used in fiction which j
in real life is expressed by the word i
"bossy.”
Is there anything, Mother, a woman
may do which a man can’t do?
There are twe, 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.
What, Mother Mine, la 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 i
bells ring she will act up like the ;
horse at the fire department when the \
Are whistle blows
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•§s Nell Brinkley’s Christmas Picture
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What, Mother. Is meant hv
Dear, I),art Faat?
it is any period, My Child, that
antedates the esthetic time when
our maternal ancestors put n piece of
red flannel In the bowl of a eoal-oil
lamp, for pretty's sake.
( on*, lenee
id
>. "when you «a
eri lust grand,
ords
What. Mother, ts
.Money?
it Is somethin*. Child, which news
papers tell about, hut which no wife
ever sees
" h.v. Mother Dear, does everyone
make so li*ht of those who do a *reat
deal of vtailing? Has hospitality be
come a lost art ?
I am afraid it has. Mv Child. Of
recent y ears visltin* has'become like
gambling—-a sport In which evervone
claims to get the worst of It
Do you know. Mother, of anv re
liable confidant In time of trouble '
Just one. My Child: Your pillow
And always take care to look unde:
the bed before you confide In that.
FRAXCB8 I* GAHSini:
Ungrateful Torn
Mi Blossom bad been very 111. ai.d by j
j it.e time he was able to get downstairs i
] again bis hair had grown to a eon,Id- j
j eiable length. Then it was that Mrs. |
j B voluntered to cut it Tor him, and
Blossom, probably owing to his weak
condition. . onsented to the experiment.
Then Blossom repented his rashness.
'Great Scott. Martha!" he yelled, as
Mrs B. Jabbed the point of her scis
sors In his neck. "What the dickens do
you think y ou're doing?"
“Am I hurting you. dear?" murmured
Mrs B "It’s only these corners be
hind the cars that bother me. Do keep
Still." And then she sliced a bit off his
u
D ear santa claus:
IT'S good form now. you know, to tell what you want Christ
mas—blit it won't do any good to tell my second cousin this
want of mine, for she'll krtit 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
wiiite and ASK for what 1 want the worst of all. .lust a (URL—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. I'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 . 1 Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
Out of the East
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
T 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 adream, 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 (lie wt^ld of care.
And gifts there were of gold and myrrh, and license 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.
jf" spirit gives us strength to bear, and power to hope and pray
fj be content with what we have if Love has come to stay.
And some of ns have gifts of gold, cut of the things that were,
And some of us have frankincense for hopes that faintly stir;
And some of us have ouly 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 dependence.
To regard love as the sugar on the
top 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
falls 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 la 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 hear 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 sweet and
young, purged of the bitterness and
the narrowness of old age, and so to
grow old gracefully and beautifully.
Up-to-Date jokes
(Novelized by)
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presentfil at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York.
Serial rights held and «opyrigiited by
International Nows Service.)
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Her first actual confession or tlie
love she had been showing so plainly
thtough all the tense moments in his
loom came at last. Not in the sanc
tity of their own devotion —not alone
—not in the hope of the joy and per
fection of her love came .Mine's ac
knowledgment—but before the cold
machinery of the law. With down
cast head—with averted eyes but
with the royal radiance of the truth
of her heart’s message. Aline spoke
iier new-found creed.
“Yes l love him.”
“God bless \«
rence Holhrool
<lef\
Ida
in his arms
this was no
I.aw
Educated.
H isb^nd—Do wmi reirm
' '. n hen 1 firs? •
h Pearre’r r>n *•
Vlf€ And now 1 can!
I Mr*
in.
I ter will answer to me. Come, Aline!”
He seized the girl’s almost pulse-
) less wrist in his firm grasp—and so
j leading her by tho hand as if she
were a disobedient child who must be
j taught discipline, Graham prepared to
take his errant daughter home.
“One moment, Mr. Graham,” spoke
Chief Dempster in a tone pregnant
vvith meaning. “! have an official
duty here. * * * We both regard
Captain HolbrooV, as an accessory to
, this murder. * * * We both be
lieved just now—that he was shelter
ing the principal "
“Chief Dempster found it difficult
i to go on—to express in words the
i meaning he felt must be hatefully
I evident to all.
“Well?” asked Graham impatiently.
“I sec no reason to change that
opinion!’’ said Chief Robert Dempster.
“You mean?" cried Graham.
“Your daughter.”
Aline impulsively cried aloud. "Oh,
no no -” she screambd. its she tore
herself from her father’s hold and
fied to the captain’s waiting arms,
j She hid her heat' on his “breast —and
j for one second of sanctuary buried
1 from eyes and mind the torturing
j hours that had passed the danger
that threatened Then she faced
| about and in deep emotion cried
j again -“(>h. no
V! ne' commanded icr captain.
| s lence was her mi!' von non flow
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Chief Dempster Inexorably.
Aline slipped from the shelter of]
Holbrook’s arms and came bravely j
forward in answer to the impulse for
self-sacrifice, however vain. that
urges woman to her fate.
“NOT HIM—NOT HIM ” she
cried in a voice that threatened to
betray all.
"ALINK 1 COMMAND YOl* ”
At the sound of her captayi’s voice
the girl grew silent.
In vague apprehension as
this authority could mean
turned to the commander
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," i
he cried. “What grounds have yoq to j
suspect this lady. Chief Dempster?’’
At Bay.
“Their arrest,” demanded the chief j
j of Graham.
"No. Robert,” interposed Father
j Shannon.
"I see no evidence on which to ar-
j rest Aline,” said her father.
“You’d see it if she was somebody
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.
“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
be 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. I was
finally washed ashore, sir.
Gent (unimpressed)—Ah, and it j
wouldn’t hurt you to be washed ashore :
again, either.
* • •
“Have you a piece of cake, lady to
give a poor man who hasn't had a bite
for tw'o days?” was the unusual re
quest made by a disreputable-looking
tramp.
“Cake?” said the woman, in sur- 1
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
my birthday!” explained the tr&mp.
* * *
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
wee! tha wasn’t watching t' game!”
“Young man,” said the earnest em-
jployer, “you should remember that every
| hour Is composed of 60 golden minutes,
each set with 60 3hining seconds.”
“That, eir,” courteously responded the
young man, “was the motto on the wall
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 rail 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 ”
“In listening to idle talk, sir?” polite
ly suggested the youth.
“Exactly. And, as you have idled five
minutes at present, the cashier will b#
instructed to deduct the proper amount
from your envelope. Let this lesson
sink in, my young friend, and in time
i to come you will realize that ”
j But the earnest young man had gone,
j murmuring to himself that, while good
advice was an excellent thing, he really
wished to save the remainder of his
dally wage.
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 boy was
reading a volume of Shakespeare, and
his expression denoted great Interest,
and happiness. I was surprised to find
a boy of his age so engrossed in Shake
speare.
“Going over to him, I asked him if he
liked the book.
“ ‘Oh, yes, sir,’ he replied, 'ft’s great.
Did you ever read it. sir?’
“ ‘D’yer know what he talks about,
sir 0 ’ he asked.
“ ‘Why, yes, my boy, I think I do.
Why?’
“ Then maybe you can help me ’
“ 'What is it?’ I asked.
“ ‘Well, sir.’ he said, ‘I want to know
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