| KEEPING CHRISTMAS | A Hj Henry Van Djkr. |t! © K © It is a good thing to observe $ y Christmas Day. The mere mark- <J» ing of times and seasons when V A men a;;ree to stop work and $ © make merry together is a wise y and wholesome custom. It helps A one to feel the supremacy of the A © common life over the individual y © ®" e ' reminds a man to set Y A his own little watch, now and A y then, by the great clock of hu- © V manity. X But there is a better thing A V than the observance of Christ- y mas Day, and that is, keeping A Christmas. y y Are you willing to forget what y * you have done for other people $ and to remember what other © V people have done for you; to V $ ignore what tue world owes you A and to think what you owe the A V world; to put your rights in the V background and your duties in A A the middle distance and your A © chances to do a little more than V A your duty in the foreground; to A y see that your fellow men are A V just a.s real as you are, and try V $ to look behind their faces to A A their hearts, hungry for joy; to A y own that probably the only good $ A reason for your existence is not A A what you are going to get out $ of life, but what you are going ££ A ,0 "ive to life; to close your A y book of complaints against they management of the universe $ A and look around you for a place A © where you can sow a few seeds y kof happiness—are you willing to % A do these things even for a day? A y Tl-.en you can keep Christ mas. y Are you willing to stoop down % © and consider the needs and the A © desires of little children; tore- V $ member the weakness and lone- A liness of people who are grow A y ing old; to stop asking how y much your friends love you and A A ask yourself whether you love A y them enough; to bear "in mind $ Jk 'he things that other people A y have to bear on their hearts; to A y try to understand what those y A who live in the same house with A A you really want, without wait- A y ing for them to tell you; to trim V £ your lamp so that it will give A A more light and less srnoke, and A g to carry it in front so ttiat your £<? A shadow will fall behind you; to A y make a grave for your ugly A thoughts and a garden for your V A kindly feelings, with the gate A © open—arc you willing to do £ y these things even for a day? $ A Then you can keep Christmas. A y Are you willing to believe that y V love is the strongest thing in V the world—stronger than hate, A y 3'ronger than evil, stronger than y 5 death—and mat the blessed life $ A which began in Betmehem nine- A y teen hundred years ago is they A image and brightness of t„j V A Eternal <*., y Then yon can keep Christinas. k J I A And if you keep it for a day, ft! © why not always? A y But yott can never keep it $ A alone —Youth's Companion. A 6 A *?i" ' : r •• .-&Aw Hi ••••%\ 2PIL GOOD will —Ham's Horn. Rl«*li Boj 'n Cliri.it man Stocking? a. A street urchin stood peering into the window of a toy shop one evening just before Christmas, watching a prosperous father buying presents. Bigger and bigger the boy's eyes grew as the pur chasing went 011. Finally, when it was all over and the man left the store, the lad sidled up to him and with great dif fidence said; "Wuz all them things you bought fer one boy, mister?" "Why, yes, certainly," said the man, patiently, as he turned away with his bundles under his arms. The street boy's eyes grew bigger yet. "Gee whiz!" he whispered under his breath. "Rich men's boys must wear big stockings!"— Syracuse News. Two Axpecln of C lirUtiiinn. The approach of a set season of fes tivity and merriment, like Christmas, is a promise of keener pain to the sorrow ing. It is at just such times that losses are most severely felt. The noise of the world's gayety sounds like the world's proclamation of indifference to bereavement. It grates harshly on an ear sensitized by sorrow. Yet the fes tivity must go on—this is its right. And sorrow must he considered—this is its ! right. Neither festivity nor sorrow should rule, for each can be merciful and generous to the other.—S. S. Times. Tlie ChrUtinns Flower of Mexico. In Mexico the red Poinsettia is the ! Christmas flower. It holds for the Mex- 1 ican the same sentimental significance that the holly aud mistletoe do in north- ! ern countries. The Mexican Indians j have a legend to account for its brilliant I brarts of blood-red leaves that, a drop ! of blood, blown from the pierced side j of Christ, touched the little plant, and I ever since it has worn blood-red leaves. —N. Y. Commercial Advertiser. I'lc»ntlf?iiiKr !#. Fair Shopper—What do you do when ! In doubt about the use to which an ar ticle is intended to be put? Salesman—Oh, we just call It a Christ mas present.—Town Topics. ORIGIN OF CHRISTMAS TREE. It la n Hollo of flie Snn-\N nrslilp of the Ancients and 1m Older Than lll«)^7/i Most of us know that the Christmas tree comes to us direct from Germany. And we know of the tree-worship of the Druids which obtained in England and France, and which probably had some influence on the later use of the tree in the Christian festival. But we do not all know that a similar festival with the tree as a crowning feature is observed among many heathen nations, and that it comes from sun-worship, which i 3 older than history. The revival of the sun after the winter solstice has ever been the subject of rejoicing and of cele bration by ceremonies which represent the new light brought back-to the world. Otir tree, with its small candles, its gilded knicknacks and toys for the children, is a direct descendant of this old festival in honor of the sun. Traces of it exist in Iceland, where the "service-tree" is found adorned with burning lights during Christmas night. The English yule-log is a faint survival of this festival. But it is beyond these that I wish to draw your attention, back further even than the Druid mysteries of the Gallic forests. It is to China, that home of all wonders and of all his tory. It. has been shown that as long ago as 247 B. C. a tree with a hundred lamps and tiowers was placed on the steps of the audience-hall. This appears again in the records of Princess Yang, who lived 713-755 A. D., and who caused a hundred-lamp tree 80 feet high to be erected on a mountain. It was lighted during New Year's night, and the il lumination was seen for hundreds of miles, eclipsing the light of the moon. This candle-tree is no longer lighted in China, being replaced by an unusual number of lanterns, which are hung everywhere. A suggestion of the tree, however, still survives in Japan. At the New Year two evergreen trees are placed without, on either side of the door. Their tops are tied together with the sacred band of straw, and various objects, dried lobsters and oranges are fastened to their branches. —Stewart Culin, in Woman's Heme Companion. THOSE CHRISTMAS CIGARS. Of Course Nobody Takes Stock in the Old Joke, Hut Mxirt in dale Didn't Smoke. "These Christmas jokes are simply silly," said Tomlinson. "Sure," said Martindale, as he trudged along with Tomlinson down to the depot to catch the 7:55% train from North Dale View. "Why don't those alleged funny men get something new and something really funny ?" "Give it up," said Tomlinson. "Now, the most venerable joke of all and one that is worn threadbare is that eld chest nut about the kind ol cigars that a wife is supposed to buy for her husband at Christmas time." "Yes; that's the most absurd of tho whole lot." asserted Martindale. "Of course, a woman is no judge of tobacco, but she can easily find out—in fact, she knows, anyhow—the kind of cigars her husband smokes, and she gets the same brand. Yet every Christmas there's yards of guff in the funny columns, so called, about a wife giving cigars to her aisband and about his dying in horri ble agony after smoking' them. It sim ply disgusts me." "Me, too," said Tomlinson. "Now, nere. this is a cigar out of the box that my wife gave me for Christmas. I don't remember the name of the thing, sort of queer name, but my wife knows a thing or two. I want you to smoke that cigar and tell me whether it isn't as good as any that you or I buy." "Why," asked Martindale. "What do you think of it yourself?" "Ah. well. I'm not such a good judge as you are, don't you see. I would rather have your opinion first." "Sorry, old man," said Martindale, hastily, as he slid for the train. "But I'm going to give up smoking New Year's, you see. and I sort of want to get in training, you know; so I guess I'll quit now."—Chicago Tribune. Crying; Need of the Day. "Money," said the philosopher, thoughtfully, "is made in cheap things. Trifles have laid the foundations for most of the great fortunes of to-day. Young men who want to get rich should remember that. There is always a field for the resourceful man who will consent to give his attention to something short of the gigantic undertakings of the time. A patent corkscrew retailing for a dime has made more than a fortune." "Possibly," suggested the ambitious youth, "you can tell me of some trifling need of the public which will give wealth to the man who fills it." "Easily," returned the philosopher. "Just at this time the greatest need of the greatest number appears to be a suitable Christmas present for a young lady that will cost not to exceed sl.lß, and that will look as if its purchase had left little out of a J2O bill."—Chicago Evening Post. Method In IIIH Aetion. "Why do you tramp through the parlor in those bright red carpet slippers every time I have a caller?" demanded the min ister's wife. "My dear," he replied, "Christmas Is coming, and I desire to impress the fact upon the feminine members of my con gregation that I am well provided for in this respect."—Chicago Post. The Merry Christina* Time. This is the season when a father has a ring engraved "Mary" for his daughter, and finds on Christmas that she is of fended because he didn't remember her name is "Mae."—Atchison Globe. No ( NP, MFF. Thirdly—None of the pirls havo roluntcered to trim the church this Christmas. Rev. Mr. Thirdly—Why not? "They are all engaged."—Life. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17, 19 0 3 . POWER OF A SONG. A f'hrlfttmuN F ve ('horn* That Iln* Be come Kainoua In the ilixtory of the World. Mr. Louis C. Elson In his book on the music of America recalls the tradition of the Marienlied as for centuries it has been sung at two o'clock on Christmas morning in Goldberg, Germany. It was at the time of the "Black Death," in 1353. One of the greatest pestilences recorded in history had swept over every country in the Old World, claiming its dead by scores of thousands. Men fled in terror from their fellow men, in awful fear of their breath or touch, and for weeks sus tained a strange, weird in soli tude. Neighbor turned against neigh bor. Families shut themselves up in their own houses, and denied entrance to all outsiders, and as the pestilence spread, members of the same family turned against one another. In their terrible fear men became like wild beasts, refusing even the cup of cold water and the simplest, service through dread of contamination. So it continued until Christmas eve, when one man in Goldberg, believing himself the only inhabitant of the city left alive, and feeling, perhaps, that life was not worth saving at the cost of such isolation, unbarred his door at dead of night and went forth into the air. \lone he stood in the midst of desolation, but the memories of the past thronged upon him. He knew that, it was Christmas, and as he recalled other Christmases, with their sacred joys and their festivity, he lifted up his voice in the song: "To us this day Is born a Child, God with us! His mother is a virgin mild, God with us! with us! Against us who dare be?" Through a barred door came another voice in response to his own, and then the door was tiung wide, and a man joined him in the street and sang with him. Together they marched through the town, giving it its first audible sound save wails and cries of terror since first the plague descended upon it. The song woke strange echoes. From their living tombs men. women and children came forth to the number of 25 —all that were left of the town—and marching through the death-stricken streets, they sang with new courage: "God with us! Against us who dare be?" Whether it was that the plague had spent its violence, or, which is more probable, that the minds of the sur vivors were more serene, none of this little band died of the Black Death. They returned to their homes, buried their dead, and the town began to awake. No wonder that the incident was re membered, and that for centuries the people of the town continued to meet each Christmas eve at midnight, and at two o'clock marched through the streets singing the same old hymn. The sublime assurance breathed in that song is what men need to make them brave when earthly joys fade. It lifts them back to the living world, and the sight of Heaven, when they have buried themselves in despair. In the darkest and most helpless hour the sense of the presence of God will wake a song the echoes of which come back to us in the new hope awakened in other lives. —Youth's Companion. ACCEPTABLE GIFTS. Make ClirintmnM I'nrehane* with t Desire to Please Theme for Whom Tliey Are Intended. Nothing pleases people more than to feel that their special wants are recog nized and have been remembered, and whether we spend ten cents or ten dol lars, provided it be spent to please the other person, it will be most graciously received. If gifts be the result of our own handiwork, they can just as easily be welcome ones. There are so many ac ceptable articles which we can make that there need be no mistakes. Such gifts, however, should be prepared at one's leisure and not rushed through carelessly at the la»t moment. No wom an is the better for physical overdoing, and especially at Christmas time should we feel ready for the pleasures of holi day time, rather than worn-out in pre paring it. We save of our money often, in sacrificing our strength, and this ia not only an injustice to ourselves, but to our families. Do what you can com fortably, and let the rest take care of itself. Plan your work in season, use your best judgment in accomplishing it, and then be in readiness for the spirit of Christmas.—Prairie Farmer, KIND HE WASTED. Salesman—Toy drums, sir? Yes, sir, of the best sheepskin, that will last a year. The Boy's Father —Have you some of less robust constitution, that won't last over Christmas?— Chicago Daily News. For IlrltlNh Royalty. The first Christmas tree in a British royal palace was in the reign of George IV. Lord J. Russell was present and speaks of the tree being covered with j colored candles. He Waa. Rude Molly—You remind me of a Christmas tree. Dude Cholly—What kind of a one? "A spruce evergreen."—Life. UNDER THE MISTLETOE. A Little Comedy Act In Which the Muiden Aunt Played the Part of Villain. Scene—A parlor in a fashionable home. Everything on stp.se that can be bor rowed from the upholsterers on the strength of a line in the programme: "Ac cessories rented from Varnish & Stuffers, the popular upholsterers." Drainalis personae: Mr. Van Tucker. Miss Edythe Smithers. A maiden aunt. Crutain raises, disclosing Mr. Van Tucker and Miss Shithers ensconced on Varnish & Stuffers' finest sofa. Mr. Van Tucker—Nice old custom, this Christmas business. Don' y' think so? Edythe—Yes, indeed I do, Mr. Van Tucker. I love every one of the dear old I ■ customs, and there isn't one single one that I do not religiously obey. Mr. Van Tucker (softly)— Every single one? Edythe—Yes, every one, Mr. Van Tucker. Why not? Mr. \ an Tucker (still more softly)— Even the one about the mistletoe? Edythe (blushing)— Why, Mr. Van Tucker! Mr. Van Tucker (relentlessly)— There's a sprig of mistletoe hanging over this sofa. No, don't, go. Remember what you said. O, you must. [A kiss.] There, you've kept your word. Miss Smithers—Mr. Van Tucker, you're just awful. Enter the maiden aunt—Well, Edythe, I did the best 1 could in fixing up the room. I put the mistletoe right over the safa, where you wanted it so particu larly. Edythe—Why, aunt! Mr. Van Tucker—Um-m. Curtain. —Chicago Daily News. EUYING HIS GIRL A GIFT. How Idea* of the Younic Man Change HK the Holiday S'oantoii Approaches. Two young men, both of them be trothed, discussed over their frugal din ner the gifts that they would give their girls at Christmas time. The season was early in November and one young man decided on a Swiss watch, the other on a ring of sapphires. Then they smiled happily, thinking how pleased their fian cees would be with those costly remem brances. A month passed, and last week they met again. The first, who is an Illus trater, resumed the conversation where they had left off. "Don't you think," he asked, "that the work of one's own hands makes a more poetical gift than any thing you buy in a shop? Don't you think that such a gift means more and touches more nearly the heart of the recipient?" The other answered: "May be so, but what of it?" "Well," the first resumed, "instead of giving my girl a watch I am going to make her a beau tiful drawing. I'll do it in brown ink. The subject will be a maiden playing a lute, with a little dove on a great chair beside her listening. That, I am sure, will please her more than a common place, bought gift. Don't you think so?" The other smiled and said: "Of course, you have no other motive than this for giving her a drawing instead of a watch?" "Of course not, of course not," replied the other, and winked and then laughed feebly. The President** fhriiitman. Wagon loads of gilts are received at the white house at Christmas time. They come from all parts of the country, the majority of them from persons unknown to the president and his wife. These miscellaneous articles are the private property of the recipients, and the numerous parcels are placed in one of the family rooms for examination. They generally contain the names of the donors, and to all these notes of thanks are sent. On Christmas eve all the employes of the house—the clerical staff, the ushers and the domestic serv ants—are given, through the established munificence of the president, a fine fat turkey. Fifty fowls, selected from the best in the market, are purchased for this event, so that everybody about the famous mansion has reason for rejoic ing.—Mary Nimmo Halentine, in Wom an's Home Companion. An Exploded Myth. "Do your little ones believe in Santa Claus?" "No. They did till last Christmas, when their papa played the part. I had the children in the hall and he was to come from upstairs with a lot of pres ents l'or them." "Yes?" "Well, we had the lights turned low and he thought he was down when he wasn't. They recognized his language." —Chicago Herald. Not Knully Appealed. Ethel—Papa, why didn't Santa Claus bring me a pearl necklace? Her Papa—l suppose he hadn't enough togo round. "Then why didn't he come hero first."—Jewelers' Weekly. THE PASSING YEARS. Kacli On* IlrlnKn a BrtlprniPnt off Swine Kind to All Man kind, The fugitive years follow each other on their appointed rounds. To some they come in too rapid succession—life and time are evanescent. In the thoughts and experience of others they drag tediously along and seem as if the end was infinite distances away. In youth the years are too long. In age they are too short. At the beginning jf the journey of life it seems as if it never would come to an end. Toward its close it seems as if the end would be reached far in advance of its established period. But in reality time does not fly more rapidly for the old than it does for the you''". Youth sees the end in the far distant r v ve. Age sees it within a narrow .ision. That is the sole difference -of view in which the lapse of time is contemplated. These are obvious thoughts as we pass the milestones of life. Each monument measuring the distance which we have traveled is also a monitor with its lessons md warnings—having a message of re proof or of consolation and hope as the judgment of time and events may dis tribute its awards. They are timely thoughts as we pass from the jurisdiction of the old year to that of the new. As the closing year passes by to— Join the years before the floorl— its successor comes with its new tasks and trials, its missions of duty and its hopes of accomplishment. It is all be fore us. It has its labors and its rewards awaiting every day and every hour. It is not necessary in order to gain the rewards of conscientious endeavor that the activities of life should be wearing and unintermittent. Readiness, willing ness, the spirit to do and to suffer if neces sary fulfill the demands of duty. As Mil ton says— They also serve who stand and wait. It is a subject for universal congratu lation that each passing year brings bet terment to mankind. The improvements which science and experimert have made the common property of the world are evidence that an ever-loving and benevo lent Providence controls the events of our existence. Each passage of the earth hroitgh its orbit brings countless bless 'r.gs in human amelioration. The benefits of nature and progress descend ultimate ly upon all, like vernal showers and sum mer dews. For every gift which the times and seasons bring we owe a constantly ac cumulating debt of gratitude to the source whence all blessings fiov,-. We may best pay our debt by the exercise of char it.v —by dividing with others more needy the bounty which "r/e possess. This is the highest form of worship— \\ Ith soul ns strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver. —Chicago Dally Chronicle. RESOLUTIONS. If We Keep All These >Ve May Hop* for tli* Couiing of tlie Millennium. Fellow-Citizens: Upon this, the birth cf a new year, let us resolve: Never again to ask our wife what she 3id "with all that five dollars" we gave her three months before; To own up, without equivocation, that we were asleep in church; Not to attempt to eat the things that we know do not agree with us; To stop reading a paper that we do not like, instead of forever grumbling over it; Not to complain about our neighbor's chickens, when our own dog runs loose; To respect our wife's opinion when it is contrary to ours; To refrain from demanding, "What Is the matter with the dinner?".when, if we looked at the clock, we would see that it is not yet time for it; Not to deride ping-pong—and then adopt it; Not to tell the president what he ought to do; To admit that other persons' motives are as good as ours; Then to die right away quick, ere our halo becomes tarnished. —Edwin L. Sa bin, in Puck. ONE DAY'S GRACE. Dearborn —Going to receive callers on New Year's day at your house? La Salle—No; the bill collectors don't begin to get around till the 2d.—Chicago Daily News. Unalloyed Blian. "Aren't you going to wear that neck tie I gave ycu on Christmas?" inquired Mr. Meekton's wife. "Of course, I am. Henrietta. I was saving it up. I'm going to wear that red necktie and my nile green smoking jacket and my purple and yellow socks, and smoke one of those birthday cigars you gave me, all at once."—Washington Star. Hall and Pnrpirpl!. Good-by, Old year, good-by— good-bv! tor thee a tear and Heartfelt slph— Howe'er the New Year work his will, riiy gifts were good—we love thee still. ! —Detroit Free Progs. Fir>t Christ man Celebration. Christmas was first celebrated as a | f«ast of the Christian church about the •ear 190 A. D. ♦ X ; CHRISTMAS SENTIMENTS ♦ 4 "> i'linrlf* UlckeiiM. X ♦ Christmas time! That man ♦ tmust be a misanthrope, indeed, T in whose breast something like X ♦ a jovial feeling is not roused — * in whose mind some plea.-ant x ♦ associations are not awakened— X X j\y the recurrence of Christinas. ♦ 1 here are few people who will T ♦ tell you that Christmas is not X J to them what it used to be; that ♦ t °ach succeeding Christmas has X ♦ found some cherished hope or X J liappy prospect of the year be- ♦ » fore, dimmed or passed away; T ♦ that rlie present only serves to X X remind them of reduced circum- ♦ ♦ stances and straitened Incomes T ♦ —of the feasts they once bo- X T stowed on hollow friends, and <> ♦ °t the cold looks that meet them X ♦ now, in adversity and misfor X X tune. X X Never heed such dismal rem- X ♦ iniscences. There arc few men X who have lived long enough in the world, who cannot call up X ♦ such thoughts any day in the <> X year. Then do not select the T ♦ merriest of the three hundred ♦ and sixty-five, but draw your ♦ X chair nearer the blazing fire. X ♦ flnd thank Gorl it's no worse. X Our life on ir, but your Christ- o mas shall be merry, and your ♦ New Year a happy one. X t * ♦ "y C'linrle* U.-inicr. ♦ ♦ It is impossible to conceive of X any Holiday that could take the ♦ place of Christmas, nor. indfe i X j would it seem that human wit X X could invent another so adapted ♦ x 10 humanity. The obvious in- X ♦ tention of it is to bring togeth- ♦ T e| ". for a season at least, all men ♦ <► in the exercis-? of a common Z ♦ •charity and a fooling of good X T will, tue poor and the rich. t'ic ♦ $ successful and the unfortunate. X ♦ that all the world may feel that X X in the time called the truce of ♦ » God the thing common to all X ♦ men is the best thing in life. « X * ♦ <► H.v Hninlllon \v. Mr. I>le. T X He who does not see in the ♦ X legend of Santa Claus a beauti- T ♦ f" 1 faith on one side and the X X naive emuodiment of a divine ♦ A fact on the other is no tit to T ▼ have a place at the Christmas A X board. For him there should be ♦ » neither carol nor holly nor mis X ♦ tletoe; they only shall keep the X X feast to whom all these things ♦ tare but the outward and visible X signs of an inward anu spiritual X X grace. 4 ♦ ♦ ♦ By Mntthew Henry. T We put ourselves in the way ♦ X of divine visits, when we em- X j ploy ourselves in honest busi- X X ness. Tidings of Christ's birth ♦ ♦ were brought to the shepherds, T ♦ when tuey were keeping their ♦ X flocks. ♦ ♦ X ♦ ll}' HnrKnrpt Pullpr Omili. X If ever there was an occasion X ♦ when the arts could become all X ♦ hut omnipotent in the service of ♦ X a holy thought it is this of the T ♦ birtii of the child Jesus. X By Edtrnnl Everett. ♦ May this hallowed and gra- X J clous time c.iffuse its innocent x A cheer through every family cir- X ♦ cle, and scatter its bounties ♦ X largely among the children of X $ want! X t * t Hy Cioorsre Mncilonnld. My heart was glad that Christ- X ♦ mas eve—just rs if the Babe ♦ o tii. same night. Anu is He not * X always coming to us afresh in ♦ X every chnuuKe feeling that X ♦ awakes in the hearts of His peo- X | Die? * A NEW ORLEANS CHRISTMAS. It I* a Veritable Kourtli of July Cclc. brut ioit ill Tliat City o( tlie South. "The days preceding Christmas ara punctuated at intervals with the sharp tones of firecrackers, merely to keep thai world from forgetting that Christmas is almost at hand," writes Julia Truitti Bishop of "Where Christmas is Liko Fourth of July," descriptive of Christ mas scenes and customs in New Orleans, in the Ladies' Home Journal. "One fire cracker at a time is set off, for it is sinful) to waste a whole bunch at once until! Christmas eve. Every night the tu mult increases, a kind of jubilant ap plause in mild explosives, a mere inti mation of what is coming later. Every; business house which can under anyi pretense 'handle' fireworks, handles them by the ton. Even the windows of the grocery stores are filled with them, for the grocer has recognized that thero are people in New Orleans who may; dispense with roast turkey stuffed withi truffles, but nobody can do without fire works. There are hundreds of childrea who never hang up a stocking, but every one of them would think the world was coming to an end if there were no fire works for him on the one night of all the year." FVlendlj- A.ilvfce« "Yes," said the fairy prince, "yon may have whatever you want for a Christmas present." "I will choose," said the fortunat® person, "either a wife or an automo bile." "How foolish!" exclaimed the fairy; prince. "Why do you not select some thing that you can manage?"— Balt imore American. Ifnrtl l,ueli. Aunt Mae—What are you crying for, Johnny? Little Johnny—l belong to two Sun day schools and they are both goins to have their Christmas trees oa th® same night.—N. Y. Truth. Tlie ('lirliitniaN Turkey. Never buy a yellow-fleshed turkey. TS is a sign of poor feeding. A fine turkey} (hould have firm, white flesh. Purchasers should also notice that redness and' "oarseness about the legs are the sign of in old bird.
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