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MERRY CHRISTMAS!
The Christmas of Humble 1” oik
By LILIAN LAUFERTY
H AIL, Christmas of tmr ppntury I What 1s tho trlft you bring—
Broad and moat for the child of want, or a 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 Folk. the gates arc wide Colne lu !
If you are the spirit that tights aud strives if jou are desire that grows.
If you are the heart that loves and gives if you are the mind that knows,
If you nre the humble Heart of I.ove, M ho once in a manger lay
Why, then the world will bloom and flower lhat this is Christmas Day!
But if yon are the base exchange from purse to purse of wealth,
If you are greed that coins your gifts from ehildliood’s b — n health.
Or one who climbs on his brother's want or lukes the wage of sin—
And sneers at the woman whose path he'll Mage, you shall not enter in.
Hail, Christmas of our century—what is the gift you bring?
Hope for the year that follows fast the day of the Karthhorn King?
Strength and love to help the b"nd of woe and want and sin?
Then you are the Christmas of Humble Folk. The gates are wide- come In.
Miss Garsidc’s Offering:
Daysey Mayme s Christmas
T HE customary- Christmas gift for
Father is a dustless mop, and
his lack of sentiment excuses
:ho absence of white tissue paper and
red ribbon. If mother doesn't fare
setter, she finds Christmas enough In
he Joy of the children.
There was a vacuum cleaner for
Lysander John Appleton, a check for
its wife, and everything for Daysey
dayme and Chauncey Devere that
1
By WILLIAM 7. KIRK.
WISH I could be the daughter of
a President and have one of
them owed weddings in the
hite House," said the Manicure
dy. "Gee, wouldn’t it be grand to
ve all them swell photographs in
e papers, and all them nice things
-itlen about you?"
"We wae married by a justice of
e peace," said the Head Barber,
here wasn't no photographers there,
d I didn't see nothing nice about
in the papers, either, but we have
en just as happy is if the marriage
d been bigger than a circus.''
'I suppose my marriage will be
out the same," said the Manicure
dy, "and I ain't foolish enough In
» head to think that grand mar-
iges means grand happiness, but
-is Is girls, and I guess all of us
es to shine a little, even If our wed-
ag day Is the only chance we get."
"1 don't know how brides feels
out that,” said the Head Barber,
ut I would hate to bo a bridegroom
d have twenty newspaper kodaks
applng my Ueture coming from
d going to the church—especially If
lappened to be a short man. Nolh-
g looks so abort as a newspaper
otograph of a short bridegroom
atlng It along the street with a tsl!
Ide. And the chances are there Is
;re short husbands than tall ones,
they ain't short before they marry,
ev will be many a time afterward."
"I dreamed once that I married Into
royal family," said the Manicure
tdy. "I thought I was married to a
It. swell looking prince, who thought
e world and all < f me, but I dreamed
at his folks v s kind of set against
e marriage. Maybe 1 didn't give
em a proper laying out—In my
■earn Tou know me, George, when
cornea to putting somebody on t'ne
in and telling them whereto get off
ell. what I told that prince's old
•Iks was a classic In my dream,
nd I dreamed that the prince drew
e closer to him and said: 'Remem-
■r, all of you, she is my wife. She Is
e girl I love more madly than 1 ever
ought a man could love. Go and
ave us In peace.' Gee, he said it
and and he looked grand when he
i(] it—in my dream And after he
id told them all to beat it while th» r
iocs was soled. 1 woke up.
•1 guess that's about the oniv way 1
ill ever break into h'gh soviet;,,
purge - when 1 am sleeping. Wilfred
ways tells me that I ought to he i
-jnoe's bride., but 1 don’t go much on
.at poet junk he hands out. because
i is alt the time following up his
•etty speeches with a request for
,e beans, and even If he is tny broth-
■ I am sour on him on that money
ropositlon. so whal lie says about mv
ml beaut; ain't got much weight
itb Queen.e, :he manicure girl 1 am
>o long in the league to get tod;
no iamp with sugared words,
eorge "
"Well, T sin'! looking for tin cough.”
nd the Head Barber, “and 1 will sti' -
le same as your brother—you are fit
* be a prince's bride, but I hope it
ill be some American prim e, and not
ne of them slope-headed, down-and-
ut members of some royal family,
op of them fellows that has to b rt
ched closer than McGraw used to
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 Mayme cast aside the dia
mond solitaire from her father, the
furs from her mother, and the many
gifts from girl friends, first lndiffer-
'ently, then feverishly, and then des
perately. It was the fourth time sho
looked among her gifts that she found
the object of her search; a white-
bound book called "Pearls of Love,”
and marked 48 cents.
It was from him, and with a cry
of Joy she olaeped 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 tether saw, and felt
abused. But Daysey Mnyme did not
know nor care, for, oh, ecstatic bliss,
she hail 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 a^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 a term used in fiction which
In real life Is expressed by the word
"bossy."
Is there anything, Mother, a woman
may do which a man can't do?
There ar« 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
looklug at her.
What, Mother Mine, la meant by
"the force of habit?”
1 van tell you best, Little One, by
giving an Illustration: If a matt 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
f!r« whistle blows
What. Mother. Is meant by the
Dear, Dead Past?
it is any period. My Child, that
antedates the esthetic time when
our maternal ancestors put n pleee of
red flannel in the bowl of a coal-oil
lamp, for pretty's sake.
What.
Money?
It Is something. Child, which news
papers tell about, but which no wife
ever sees
hy. Mother Dear, does everyone I
make so light of those w ho do a great
ideal of visiting'’ Has hospitality be-
come a lost art?
I am afraid it has. Mv Child Of |
; recent vears visiting lias become like
gambling—a sport In which everyone
I claims to get the worst of It
Do von know, Mother, of anv re-
| liable confidant in timo of trouble '
Just one. My Child: Your pillow
I And always take care to look unde:
| 1 ho tied before you confide In that.
FRANCKS L. GARSIlHv
Mother, ts Conscience
D ear santa claps:
IT’S good form now, you know, to tell what you want Christ
mas—but it won't do any good to tell my second cousin this
want of mine, for she'll Urtit me a pair of slippers anyway, even if
she could make me a present of a sweetheart. But here and now
1 .loin the ranks of the kids and come right out to you in black and
white and ASK for what I want the worst of all. Just a GIRL—if
Out of the East :
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
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.”
T HREE camels, soft shod, tolled 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 ont of darkness light had come to rid the wptjld 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 ns the Christmas of to-day.
If 1 ' spirit gives us strength to hear, and power to hope and pray
be content with what we have if Love has come to stay.
And some of ns have gifts of gold, out of the things that were,
1 And some of us have 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 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 seme 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
Up-to-Date Jokes
"Miss Brown told me that you paid
her such a charming compliment the
other evening.” said Sirs. 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 *he 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
wouldn’t hurt you to be washed ashore
again, either.
• • *
“Have you a piece of cake, lady to
give a poor man who liaan’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; hut this Is
my birthday!” explained the tl*amp.
* • *
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
v/eel tha wasn’t watching t’ game!”
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 s'nama 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 sweet and
young, purged of the bitterness and
the narrowness of old age, and so to
grow old gracefully and beautifully.
Didn’t Waste More
“Young man,” said the earnest em
ployer, “you should remember that every
hour is composed of 60 golden minutes,
each set with 60 shining seconds.”
“That, sir,” courteously responded ths
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 tj 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 be
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 gore,
murmuring to himself that, while good
advice was an excellent thing, he really
wished to save the remainder of his
daily wage.
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watc
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grand,
like the prin<
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Educated.
Husband—Do mu reim
*hen 1 fiivi nun
«-~arc«!y ? ho a t
vile-—And now 1 car.!
goose ?
Ungrateful Torn
Mi Blossom bud been very ill, and by
the time be was able to get downstairs
again his hair bad grown to a consid
erable length. Then it was that Mrs
B. voluntered to cut it -for 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 in his neck. "What the dickens do
you think you’re doing?”
“Am I hurting you. dear" murmured
Mrs B "It’s only these corners be
hind the cars that bother mo. Do keep
still.” And then she sliced a bit off his
t From the play by George Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Thlrt> -ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and vopyrighted t>y
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TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Her first actual confession of the
I love she had been showing so plainly
thiougli 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 Aline’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 1 love him.”
>u.” said Capt
“God hie
-nor Hoi:
in La
Hut
ter will answer to me. Come. Aline!”
He seized the girl’s almost pulse-
j less wrist in his firm grasp—and so
i leading her by the hand as if she
were n disobedient child w ho must be
> taught discipline. Graham prepared to
i take his errant daughter home.
“One moment, Mr. Graham," spoke
Chief Dempster in a tone pregnant
with meaning. “! have an official
duty here. * * We both regard
Captain Holbrook as an accessory to
i this murder. * * We both be
lieved just now—that he was shelter-
! mg the principal ”
“Chief Dempster found it difficult
to go on—to express in words the
i meaning he felt must be hatefully
j 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 screamed, as she tore
herself from her father's hold and
fled to the captain’s waiting arms.
She bid her heat’ on his breast— and
\>r one second of sanctuary buried
; mptr.g about th*- room
hot bricks “Oh. m». I
this for fun \nd h
and plunged bis \<».
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Chief Dempster inexorably.
Aline slipped frorp the shelter of
Holbrook's arms and came bravely J
forward in answer to the impulse for
self-sacrifice, however vain. that 1
urges woman to her fate.
”XOT HIM—NOT HIM she!
cried in a voice that threatened to;
betray all.
"ALINE l COMMAND XOU-—” I
At the sound of her captain's voice ,
the girl grew silent.
In vague apprehension as to what
this authority could mean Graham !
t urned to the commander of his j <
daughter's frail bark.
“You dare •” he began.
Holbrook dhl not mark him at all. ;
lie turned to Chief Dempster.
“What an outrageous thing to do,”
he cried. “What grounds have yotj to i
suspect this lady. Chief Dempster?”
At Bay.
“Their arrest,” demanded the chief
| of Graham.
"No, Robert.” interposed Father
; Shannon.
“1 see no evidence or which to ar-
j rest Aline,” said her father.
"You’d see it if she was somebody
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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.
Puzzled.
"The thirst for knowledge reveals
many things, amusing as w^eli 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
“T 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 h©
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?* he asked.
" ‘Why, yes, my boy, I think I da.
Why?'
“ ‘Then maybe you can help me.’
" ‘What is it?’ I asked.
" ‘Well, sir.’ lie said, ‘I want to know
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