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Y, DEC. 25, 1921.
Coming Down on Christmas Mom
RE VDY FOR BUSINESS
J. H. BOHNE
Stoves and Ranges Installed
and repaired.
Let us make your old stove f or
range do many years of ser
vice yet.
■gy Merry Christmas
We waiit everybody in Brunswick
! to be merry this Jj£ mas and our
cordial pjest wishes go out to all.
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OQDNESS sakes alive, what
a time good old Santa
Claus Is having these days I*
Mrs. Santa Claus was
busy packing up dolls, and
wonderful teddy bears, and
trains of brightly painted
cars, and bags of .candy,
and skates, and little carta,
and sleds, and picture books, and alt
the hundreds of other things that
every youngster In the world is wait
ing for. o
She paused 4i her work for a mo
ment and looked over her glasses, “So
you want to see him. Humm, humra.
Just syha,. thjey d)d| *
a Charlie had the first .hpniPf,,;.
when; he picked up his prPlr=p: l.
itiai he had a round hole v/Tt
a in? it. ,
j df paper tled.fc tk'3
peg, ahd on It was written:
**uet ! Into the right place.”
(jllWrtiy’a bump brought down a
Milage,; hole with, a round peg in It.
Itsfygper said: i
‘‘Don’t get into the wrong place."
Then Frank gave a bump that was
a regular butt, and he held up a
square hole with a square peg in it.
Those 'words were with them:
“A place for everybody, and every
body !n his place.”
7/hen Dick bumped, he go a round
hole and a round peg.
‘'What does this mean?” he shouted.
‘The same thing,” answered Frank
“Sure,” said Chauncey.
Chauneey was the littlest He was
20 little that he used to take his Coll i
to bed with him and- talk over with
it, before he went to sleep, the things
they had done that day. And he had
just learned that word “sure.” H<
v/a3 so proud of it that he used to
3£y it to his father Instead of “yetb
£lr, w Chauncey would soon learn that
’’sure” was not as nice as “yeth 6ir."
Then the girls said it was their
turn and they began to bump.
Roth got an alphabet, so as to learn
ret t® say “hikjlmnop.”
Sarah had “a headache In her
Yoca/’ so Mary bumped for her.
. Rsiwn came a pair of rubbers and
yizrj put them on “inside outwards,"
4 --st to try them.
TheSP they all bumped the tree for
Cliao.ocey, who wasn’t big enough to
bump bard enough to make anything
ift.ll. *
Such a lot of things tumbled off.
There waa a baseball glove—Ruth
It on and her hand looked like
k l".esoch; a breastpin—Sarah pinned
it on her sleeve, “where she could see
It;” two doll dress patterns; anew
dcTs hat —a small hat; a set of dish
rx, a doll’s high chair; and a tooth
pick.
Chauncey was like the old w..mar
i?hO 11 7£'J In the shoe. He didn’t know
•7hat to do with all his things; bu<
ho waa careful to use the toothplcli
f,vcry tims he took a drink of milk
There was still one package left
1* was iff the top of tlie tree.
Coo little girl, her name was Lucy
Had not had anything. So the chi!
dr&n let her pull the top of the tre
down to get this package.
,' nd there was the dearest doll tha’
came off of a Christinas tree
It.had blue eyes that would open ant
flftnt and tlie onnnlngest frock.
Lucy, now tl. • .ill’s mother, though
THfc •--?
that this was the very best gift OT ai.
i . Then, just as they were goiiiu to go
Cownstairs, there came a fftyj at the
' 'Tome in,” they shoufeti.
What do you suppose? it was Santa
Claus. He marched in with stockings
for them that
\ were all bulging
1" T and bursting with
firm}. | 1 nfi good things,
ffpqtjWhat fun they
'% t had with him and
, ' with all the
things he had
They had such
;f a good time that
nfmT A some of it spread
the
a house
that .fiinta Claus
had not v * slte<l
So, everybodv
’ had something.
Wjl This is what
(7|i V \ God meant the
\-J L] Christmas tree
After their visit
’ to the poor chil
dren, they all went home laughing
and happy enough to wait a whole
year for a now crop of Christmas
cheer —just as the dog Peter, has to
wait untii another season for a nev
crop af mulberries.
A Christmas Day Menu
First course —Gladness.
Entrees Love garnished with
Smiles.
Gentleness, with sweet*wlne sauce
of Laughter.
Second course—Hospitality.
In some house Hospitality is brought
on surrounded with Relatives. In oth
ers it Is dished up with Dignitaries
In a third, best of all, it is served i|
simple shapes, but with a great variety
•of Unfortunate Persons —such as lone
dy people from lodging houses, poo*
people of all grade.-!, widows anti
childless In their affliction. This It
the kind most preferred; in fact, nev<e
abandoned by those who have trier
It.
For dessert —Mirth.
Gratitude and Faith beaten togeth
er and run in the molds of solid Trus'
and Patience
Bonbons of Good Cheer and Kind
lines*.
to Meet You.**
Birds and Animals
Share Christmas
CrIRISTMAS is not merely a festi
val celebrated by and for man
alone. Among the folk lore of
other countries are several quaint sto
ries In which animals and birds give
evidence of their adoration. A well
iknown Bosnian legend offers a version
of world adoration —they claim that
on the holy day “the sun in the east
boued down, the stars stood still; the
mountains and forests shook and
touched the earth with their summits,
and the green pine tree bent; the
grass was be flowered with the open
ing of blossoms; incense sweet as
myrrh pervaded upland and forest;
birds sang on the mountain tops and
all gave thanks to the great God.*’
In Bosnia on Christmas day a sheaf
of rye Is put into birds’ nests and bird
houses for the birds’ Christmas. A
stranger, stranded in a Michigan town
was once startled to see a sheaf of
rye in. a bird box. He knew immedi
ately flint one oT his kind lived there
|and was Christmas in the
old way. •
Even as you and I. It
beck in a flood of memories. Life \ras
simpler then.. Our desires were less
pretentious than those our children
voice now. Modest remembrances they
were that bulged toe and heel of the
stockings mother knit.
Life and its circumstances change,
but the essence of Christmas never.
The same happy childhood, the same
restlessness, the same snail-like creep
ing of time as the holiday approaches.
The same pareuthood, too —the same
planning across the reading table after
the boys and girls are abed, the same
loving consideration of what this or
that child most desires and hpw far
the family imrse can be stretched to
permit some, further purchase.
Every home is assured a (Christmas
if it has a great, warm heart pulsat
ing in tune with the hopes and Joys
of childhood.
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Christmas Is
Children’s Day
message of Christmas is love.
Oj r Its emblem is radiant, fh&p.kfvh
" contented childhood. :
love and without children
fce no real Christmas. The foMi’hAght
survive but the substance would
backing. ' i <T
Unhappy must be the adult who esi
jaot make himself a child again in.
spirit at the Yuletide. For Christmas
(is the universal children’s day. Mem
and women are superfluous except as
make themselves partners with:
‘those whom the day glorifies.
Let us, then, lay aside the affecta
tion and arrogance of manhood and.
i womanhood and be children again.
I iLj>t us adopt their point of view and
! put ourselves in their places—in the*
places of these sons and daughters
of onrs and *bf tjte sons and daughters
of our neighbors. It was only a year t
or so ago, as it seems, when we
aur well-worn stockings in a row along
the mantel shelf, while our fathers
1 and mothers looked on with unfeigned)
pleasure at the innocent confidence wfij
showed in the morrow.
Worth Keeping. t
Christmas tree will soon ba brows.
! Out on the garbage pile;
fltfce Christmas tree, but let us all I
j ■ to the Christinas smile.
Who’s Dolly Is You?
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