Bellefonte, Pa., December 20, 1918.
CHRISTMAS TIDE.
Phere's a little old man with silvery hair,
An’ a long white beard ’at flies in the air;
With twinklin’ black eyes an’ a rosy, red
face,
Ar’ onc't a year he comes to our place.
An’ our little maid
An’ our little man
Fz anxious to see 'im soon’s they can!
In the dead o’ night when all's asleep,
An’ the cold frost snaps an’ the snow iz
deep
With a reindeer team an’ a silver sled
He comes straight from fairyland,
said;
So our little man
An’ our little maid
Bz anxious to see ’im—they ain't afraid!
‘tis
But you better take keer, fer some folks
say
"At ef yer naughty he'll fly away;
An’ quicker’'n you kin whistle—phew!
Away he's gone up the chimney flue!
So our little maid
An’ our little man
Bz tryin’ to be jest ez good’s they can!
But ef you're good an’ 'bey yer pa,
An’ don’t never cry an’ vex your ma,
He'll fill yer stockin’s with games an’ toys,
Arn’ nuts an’ sweets an’ all sorts o’ joys.
So our little maid
An’ our little man
Wants Santy to come jes as quick’s he
can!
—New York Sun.
AN OLD FASHIONED CHRISTMAS
DINNER.
If I can by any lucky chance, in
these days of evil, rub out ane wrin-
kle from the brow of care, or beguile
the heavy hearts of one moment of
sorrow; if I can now and then pene-
trate through the gathering film of
misanthropy, prompt a benevolent
view of human nature, and make my
reader more in good humor with his
fellow-beings and himself, surely, I
shall not then have written entirely in
vain.”
Washington Irving did not write in
vain. He has gone, but his kindly
spirit remains. We honor the neigh-
borhood of his New York home by the
name, “Irving Place;” we respect his
gave in the old Dutch cemetery at
leepy Hollow; and we feel his pres-
ence along the mossy walks and un-
der the cool shadows of his country
residence at Sunnyside, where he died
in 1859, at the good age of seventy-
six—one of the most charming per-
sonalities, one of America’s greatest
essayists and story-tellers, one of our
most noted travelers, delighted by the
rich beauty of rural England, or the
fanciful dreams of the Moorish Al-
hambra. :
In a series of narrative essays in
“The Sketch Book,” first published in
1819, Irving tells of an imaginary
journey in Yorkshire by stage-coach,
of his chance meeting with a former
acquEiAZnce, Frank Bracebridge, and
of his subsequent holiday visit to
Bracebridge Hall, where Frank’s
father, 8a ire Bracebridge, kept
every good old Christmas custom,
from the burning of the Yule log to
the hanging of the mistletoe and the
singing of Christmas carols. The last
essay of the series—the one from
which the selec’ions given below have
been taken, —tells of the Christmas
dinner at Bracebridge Hall, with all
the merriment of youth and age and
high spirit; a delightful old-time
Christmas dinner in the great hall,
with a harper to welcome the guests,
with boar’s head, peacock pie, and
Wassail Bowl, with old songs and sto-
ries, followed by noisy games and
maskings.
As we see the high festival, and
hear the music and the laughter of
the long ago, we realize that one way,
at least, in which to be happy is to
keep our reverence for things of the
past, so that old customs may add to
our enjoyment of things of the pres-
ent.
Y.0, now is come our joyful'st feast!
Let every man be jolly,
Hache roome with yvie leaves is drest,
And every post with holly.
Now all our neighbours’ chimneys smoke,
And Christmas blocks are burning;
Their ovens they with bak’t meats choke,
And all their spits are turning.
Without the door let sorrow lie,
And if, for cold, it hap to die,
Wee'le bury’t in a Christmas pye,
And evermore be merry.
—Withers’s Juvenilia.
The dinner was served up in the
reat hall where the Squire always
field his Christmas banquet. A blaz-
ing, crackling fire of logs had been
heaped on to warm the spacious apart-
ment, and the flame went sparkling
and wreathing up the wide-mouthed
chimney. The great picture of the
erusader and his white horse had been
profusely decorated with greens for
the occasion; and holly and ivy had
likewise been wreathed round the hel-
met and weapons on the opposite wall.
A sideboard was set out just under
this chivalric trophy, on which was a
display of plate that might have vied
(at least in variety) with Belshaz-
zar’s parade of the vessels of the tem-
ple; “flagons, cans, cups, beakers,
goblets, basins, and ewers;” the gor-
geous utensils of good companionship
that had gradually accumulated
through many generations of jovial
housekeepers. Before these stood the
two Yule candles, beaming like two
stars of the first magnitude; other
lights were distributed in branches,
and the whole array glittered like a
firmament of silver.
We were ushered into the banquet-
ing scene with the sound of minstrel-
sy, the old harper being seated on a
stool beside the fireplace, and twang-
ing his instrument with a vast deal
more power than melody. Never did
Christmas board display a more good-
ly and gracious assemblage of coun-
tenances; those who were not hand-
some were, at least, happy; and hap-
iness is a rare improver of your
ard-favored visage. ;
The parson said grace, which was
not a short familiar one, such as is
eommonly addressed to the Deity.
There was now a pause; when sud-
denly the butler entered the hall with
some degree of bustle; he was attend-
ed by a servant on each side with a
large wax-light, and bore a silver
dish, on which was an enormous pig’s
head, decorated with rosemary, with
a lemon in its mouth, which was plac-
ed with great formality at the head
of the table. The moment this pa-
geant made its appearance, the harper
- | struck up a flourish; at the conclusion
of which the young Oxonian, on re-
ceiving a hint from the Squire, gave, |
with an air of the most comic gravi-
ty, an old carol, the first verse of
which was as follows:
“Caput apri defero
Reddens laudes Domino
The boar’s head in hand bring I
With garlands gay and rosemary.
I pray you all synge merrily
Qui estis in convivio.”
The table was literally loaded with
good cheer and presented an epitome
of country abundance, in this season
of overflowing larders. A distin-
guished post was allotted to “ancient
sirloin,” as mine host termed it; be-
ing, as he added, “the standard of old
English hospitality, and a joint of
goodly presence, and full of expecta-
tion.” There were several dishes
quaintly decorated, and which had ev-
idently something traditional in their
embellishments; but about which, as
I did not like to appear over-curious,
I asked no questions.
I could not, however, but notice a
pie, magnificently decorated with pea-
cock’s feathers in imitation of the tail
of that bird, which overshadowed a
considerable tract of the table. This,
the Squire confessed, with some little
hesitation, wus a pheasant-pie, though
a peacock-pie was certainly the most
IF but there had been such
a mortality among the peacocks this
season, that he could not prevail up-
on himself to have one killed.
When the cloth was removed, the
butler brought in a huge silver vessel
of rare and curious workmanship,
which he placed before the Squire.
Its appearance was hailed with accla-
mation; being the Wassail Bowl, so
renowned in Christmas festivity. The
contents had been prepared by the
Squire himself; for it was a beverage
in the skilful mixture of which he
particularly prided himself; alleging
that it was too abstruse and complex
for the comprehension of an ordinary
servant. It was a potation, indeed,
that might well make the heart of a
toper leap within him; being eompos-
ed of the richest wines, highly spiced
and sweetened, with roasted apples
bobbing about the surface.
The old gentleman’s whole counte-
nance beamed with a serene look of
indwelling delight, as he stirred this
mighty bowl. Having raised it to his
lips, with a hearty wish of a merry
Christmas to all present, he sent it
brimming round the board, for every
one to follow his example, according
to the primitive style; Ponouneing it
“the ancient fountain of good feeling,
where all hearts met together.”
There was much laughing and ral-
lying as the honest emblem of Christ-
mas joviality circulated, and was kiss-
ed rather coyly by the ladies. When
it reached Master Simon, he raised. it
in both hands, and with the air of a
boon companion struck up an old
Wassail chanson.
Much of the conversation during
dinner turned upon family topics, to
which I was a stranger. There was,
however, a great deal of rallying of
Master Simon about some gay widow,
with whom he was accu of having
a flirtation. This attack was com-
menced by the ladies; but it was con-
tinued throughout the dinner by the
fat-headed old gentleman next the
parson, with the persevering assidui-
ty of a slow hound; being one of those
long-winded jokers, who, though rath-
er dull of starting game, are unrival-
ed for their talents in hunting it
down. At every pause in the general
conversation, he renewed his banter-
ing in pretty much the same terms;
winking hard at me with both eyes,
whenever he gave Master Simon what
he considered a home thrust. The
latter, indeed, seemed fond of being
teased on the subject, as old bache-
lors are apt to be; and he took occa-
sion to inform me, in an undertone, |
that the lady in question was a pro-
digiously fine woman.
e dinner time passed away in this
flow of innocent hilarity, and, though
the old hall may have resounded in
its time with many a scene of broad-
er rout and revel, yet I doubt whether
it ever witnessed more honest and
genuine enjoyment. How easy it is
or one benevolent being to diffuse
pleasure around him; and how truly
is a kind heart a fountain of gladness,
making everything in its vicinity to
freshen into smiles! the joyous dispo-
sition of the worthy Squire was per-
fectly contagious; he was happy him-
self, and disposed to make all the
world happy.
When the ladies had retired, the
conversation, as usual, became still
more animated. The Squire told sev-
eral long stories of early college
pranks and adventures, in some of
which the parson had been a sharer.
I found the tide of wine and was-
sail fast gaining on the dry land of
sober judgment. The company grew
merrier and louder as their jokes
grew duller. Master Simon was in as
chirping a humor as a grasshopper
filled with dew; his old songs grew of
a warmer complexion, and he began
to talk maudlin about the widow. He
even gave a long song about the woo-
ing of a widow which he informed me
he had gathered from an excellent
black-letter work, entitled “Cupid’s
Solicitor for Love.”
This song inspired the fat-headed
old gentleman, who made several at-
tempts to tell a rather broad story
out of Joe Miller, that was pat to the
purpose; but he always stuck in the
middle, everybody recollecting the lat-
ter part excepting himself. The par-
son, too, began to show the effects of
good cheer, having gradually settled
own into a doze, and his wig sitting
most suspiciously on one side. Just
at this juncture we were summoned to
the drawing-room, and, I suspect, at
the private instigation of mine host,
whose joviality seemed always tem-
pered with a proper love of decorum.
After the dinner-table was remov-
ed, the hall was given up to the
younger members of the family, who,
prompted to all kinds of noisy mirth
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by the Oxonian and Master Simon,
made its old walls ring with their
merriment, as they played at romp-
ing games.
larly at this happy holiday season,
peals of laughter.
ter Simon, who was the leader of their
revel, and seemed on all occasions to
fulfill the office of the ancient poten-
tate, the Lord of Misrule, was blind-
ed in the midst of the hall. The little
beings were as busy about him as the
mock fairies about Falstaff; pinching
him, plucking at the skirts of his coat,
and tickling him with straws.
When I returned to the: drawing-
room, I found the company seated
round the fire, listening to the parson,
who was deeply ensconced in a high-
backed oaken chair, the work of some
cunning artificer of yore, which had
been brought from the library for his
particular accommodation. From this
venerable piece of furniture, with
which his shadowy figure and dark
weazen face so admirably accorded,
he was dealing out strange &ccounts
of the popular superstitions and leg-
ends of the surrounding country.
He gave us several anecdotes of
the fancies of the neighboring peas-
antry, Soncerning the effigy of the
crusader, which lay on the tomb by
the church-altar. As it was the only
monument of the kind in that part of
the country, it had always been re-
garded with a feeling of superstition
by the good wives of the village. It
was said to get up from the tomb and
walk the rounds of the churchyard in
stormy nights, particularly when it
thundered; and one old woman, whose
cottage bordered on the churchyard,
had seen it through the windows of
the church, when the moon shone,
slowly pacing up and down the aisles.
It was the belief that some wrong had
been left unredressed by the deceased,
or some treasure hidden, which kept
the spirit in a state of trouble and
restlessness. Some talked of gold
and jewels buried in the tomb, over
which the spectre kept watch; and
there was a story current of a sexton
in old times, who endeavored to break
his way to the coffin at night, but,
fost as he reached it, received a vio-
ent blow from the marble hand of
the effigy, which stretched him sense-
less on the pavement. These tales
were often laughed at by some of the
sturdier among the rustics, yet, when
night came on, there were many of
the stoutest unbelievers that were shy
of venturing alone in the footpath
that led across the churchyard.
From these and other anecdotes
that followed, the crusader appeared
to be the favorite hero of ghost-sto-
ries throughout the vicinity. His pic-
ture, which hung up in the hall, was
thought by the servants to have some-
thing supernatural about it; for they
remarked that, in whatever part of
the hall you went, the eyes of the war-
rior were still fixed on you. The old
porter’s wife, too, at the lodge, who
had been born and brought up in the
family, and was a great gossip among
the maid-servants, affirmed, that in
her young days she had often heard
say, that on Midsummer eve, when it
was well known all kinds of ghosts,
goblins, and fairies become visible
and walk abroad, the crusader used to
mount his horse, come down from his
picture, ride about the house, down
the avenue, and so to the church to
visit the tomb; on which occasion the
church-door most civilly swung open
of itself; not that he needed it, for he
rode through closed gates and even
stone walls, and had been seen by one
of the dairy maids to pass between
two bars of the great park-gate, mak-
ing himself as thin as a piece of pa-
per.
Whilst we were all attention to the
parson’s stories, our ears were sud-
denly assailed by a burst of hetero-
geneous sounds from the hall, in
which were mingled something like
the clang of rude minstrelsy, with the
uproar of many small voices and
gilish laughter. The door suddenly
flew open, and a train came trooping
into the room, that might almost have
been mistaken for the breaking up of
the court of Fairy. That indefatiga-
ble spirit, Master Simon, in the faith-
ful discharge of his duties as lord of
misrule, had conceived the idea of a
Christmas mummery or masking; and
having called in to his assistance the
Oxonian and the young officer, who
were equally ripe for anything that
should occasion romping and merri-
ment, they had carried it into in-
stant effect. The old housekeeper had
been consulted; the antique clothes-
presses and wardrobes rummaged,
and made to yield up the relics of
finery that had not seen the light for
several generations; the younger part
of the company had been privately
convened from the parlor and hall,
and the whole had been bedizened out,
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the game of blindman’s-bluff. Mas- |
nanters.
into a burlesque imitation of an an-
tique mask.
Master Simon led the van, as “An-
I delight in witnessing | cient Christmas,” quaintly apparelled
the gambols of on and particu- | in a ruff, a short cloak, which had
| very much the aspect of one of the
and could not help stealing out of the : g .
{ drawing-room In one of their | hat that might have served for a vil-
| I found them at | lage steeple,
old housekeeper’s petticoats, and a
and must indubitably
have figured in the days of the Cove-
From under this his nose
curved boldly forth, flushed with a
frost-bitten bloom, that seemed the
very trophy of a December blast. He
was accompanied by the Blue-eyed
romp, dished up as “Dame Mince
Pie,” in the venerable magnificence of
a faded brocade, long stomacher,
eaked hat, and high-heeled shoes.
e young officer appeared as Robin
Hood, in a sporting dress of Kendal
green, and a foraging cap with a gold
tassel.
The fair Julia hung on his arm in
a pretty rustic dress, as “Maid Mar-
ian.” The rest of the train had been
metamorphosed in various ways; the
girls trussed up in the finery of the
ancient belles of the Bracebridge line,
and the striplings bewhiskered with
burnt cork, and gravely clad in broad
skirts, hanging sleeves, and full-bot-
tomed wigs, to represent the charac-
ter of Roast Beef, Plum Pudding, and
other worthies celebrated in ancient
maskings.
The irruption of his motley crew,
with beat of drum, according to an-
cient custom, was the consummation
of uproar and merriment. Master
Simon covered himself with glory by
the stateliness with which, as Ancient
hrtumas lis walked a Sunn path
e peerless, though giggling, Dame
Mince Pie. It was followed by a
dance of all the characters, which,
from its medley of costumes, seemed
as though the old family portraits
had skipped down from their frames
to join in the sport. Different centu-
ries were figuring at cross hands and
right and left; the dark ages were
cutting pirouettes and rigadoons; and
the days of Queen Bess jigging mer-
rily down the middle, through a line
of succeeding generations.
The worthy Squire contemplated
these fantastic sports, and this resur-
rection of his old wardrobe, with the
simple relish of childish delight. He
stood chuckling and rubbing his
hands, and scarcely hearing a word
the parson said. It was inspiring to
see wild-eyed frolic and warm-heart-
ed hospitality breaking out from
among the chills and glooms of win-
ter, and old age throwing off his apa-
thy, and catching once more the
freshness of youthful enjoyment.
But enough of Christmas and its
gambols. ethinks I hear the ques-
tions asked by my graver readers,
“To what purpose is all this; how is
the world to be made wiser by this
talk? Alas! is there not wisdom
enough extant for the instruction eof
the world ?
If, however, I can by any lucky
chance, in these days of evil, rub out
one wrinkle from the brow of care, or
beguile the heavy heart of one mo-
ment of sorrow; if I can now and then
penetrate through the gathering film
of misanthropy, prompt a benevolent
view of human nature, and make my
reader more in good-humor with his
fellow-beings and himself, surely,
surely, I shall not then have written
entirely in vain.—By Washington Ir-
ving.
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KLINE WOODRING — Attorney-at-Law ,
Bellefonte, Pa. Practices in all courts, OF-
-1y
B. SPANGLER—Attorney-at-Law. Practice
in all the Courts. Consultation in Eng-
lish or German. Office in Cader's Bx-
fice room 18 Crider’s Exchange.
Christmas present. It always has been the | change, Bellefonte, Pa.
S. TAYLOR—Attorney and Counsellor at
Law. Office in Jemble Court, Belle.
fonte, Pa. All kinds of legal business at-
tended to promptly.
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family, and when giving The Companion |
on second floor of Temple
KENNEDY JOHNSTON—Attorney-at-law!
Bellefonte, Pa. Prompt attention given al
legal business entrusted to his cap. 0%
ces—No. 5 East High street.
M. KEICHLINE—Attorney-at-Law and Jus-
tice of the Peace. All professional busi-
ness receive prompt attention. Office
urt. 49-5-1y
G. RUNKLE.—Attorney-at-Law. Consul-
tation in English and German. Office
Bellefonte. 585
in Crider’s Exchange,
Physicians.
S. GLENN, M. D., Physician and Sur
W State College, Centre county, Pa. Office
at his residence. 35-41
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INSURANCE!
Fire and Automobile Insurance at a
reduced rate.
62-38-1y. J. M. KEICHLINE, Agent.
ESTAURANT.
Bellefonte now has a First-Class Res-
taurant where
Meals are Served at All Hours
Steaks, Chops, Roasts, Oysters on the
half shell or in any style desired, Sand-
Ficties, Soups, and anything eatable, can
be had in a few minutes any time. In ad-
dition I have a complete plant prepared to
furnish Soft D in bottles such as
POPS,
SODAS,
SELTZER SYPHONS, ETC.,
for pic-nicé, families and the public gener-
ally all of which are manufactured out of
the purest syrups and properly carbonated.
C. MOERSCHBACHER,
50-32-1y. High St., Bellefonte, Pa.
Employers,
This Interests You
The Workmans’ Compensation
Law goes into effect Jan. 1, 1916.
It makes Insurance Compulsory.
We specialize in placing such in-
surance. We Inspect Plants and
recommend Accident Prevention
Safe Guards which Reduce In-
surance rates.
It will be to your interest to con-
sult us before placing your In-
surance.
JOHN F. GRAY. & SON,
Bellefonte 43-18-1y State College
The Preferred
Accident
Insurance
THE $5,000 TRAVEL POLICY
BENEFITS:
$5,000 death By cident,
5,000 loss of both feet,
5,000 loss of both hands,
5,000 loss of one hand and one foot,
2,500 loss of either hand,
2,000 loss of either foot,
630 loss of one eve
week, total disability,
limit 52 weeks)
10 per week, partial disability,
Pim 26 weeks)
PREMIUM §12 PER YEAR,
pavable quarterly if desired.
smaller amounts in proportion:
hd ons male or female, engaged in a
inclu
referred occupation,
BE over eighteen
good moral and p
nsure under this policv.
Fire Insurance
i attention to my Fire Insur-
sacs Adc the rms: nd Mt Ex
mi] .
Se ee in Central Pennsylvania
H. E. FENLON,
Agent, Bellefonte, Fa,
25 per
50-21.
Good Health
Good Plumbing
GO TOGETHER
When you have dripping steam pipes, leaky
water-fixtures, foul sewerage, or escaping
, you can’t have good H Thuy
Breathe is poisonous; your system beconge
poisoned_and invalidism is sure to come.
SANITARY PLUMBING
is the kind we do. It's the only kind you
. Wedon’t trustthis work to
Be us workmen are Skilled Mechanica,
no better anywhere, Our
Material and
Fixtures are the Best
heap or inferior article in our entire
Lidia A And with good work and the
finest material, our
Prices are Lower
than many who give you Por unsanitary
work and the lowest grade of finishings. For
the Best Work trv
Archibald Allison,
Opposite Bush House - Bellefonte, Pa
d-1v.