% SUHEISAYORITE ®FE|L By Estclle Kerr TT is lovely to ride in the tall poplar tree; JIR When I climb to the tip-top and float JjS' * Through the sunny blue sky, just as blue as iff my bonny green poplar boat. The scaredrow is king of the red cherry-tree, 'mK? J ' ' A cross-looking chap he is, too! fj He won't let the birds touch the fruit, q h R ut '* m not afraid, —are you? \ it' " ''WtfWv The Brum Iron the spruce-tree is lovely to chew; •*'- ' n the maple I have a fine fort; I've chestnuts for bullets, — Between me and They hurt when they hit. —lt's great W>"rt! ~ - ; A Ssy ""C^ -1 - - ~~'7 •-. /p* — d^ o% ~ A ' % ? ; ,, V -•■'• '•''' A:,. THE, REVOLT OF BOBBIE j* J* By TOM MASON "Now, Bobbie, Christmas is almost here, and if you are a real good little boy, Santa Glaus may do something for you." Bobbie —You mean that you will do something for me, pop. That old Santa Claus racket is played out. Bingo—Do you mean to say you don't believe in Santa Claus? Bobbie—No, sir, I don't. I hope, pop, you don't expect me to hang up my stocking the night before? Bingo—Why, certainly I do. Bobbie—And I suppose you think I am going to crawl out of a nice warm bed about four o'clock in the morning, and sit by the chimney-place in my bare feet? No, sir! Just give me a list of things you thought of getting, and I'll check it off and let you kuuw what I want. Bingo (petrified)— Well, this is a pretty pass. You don't think there's any Santa Claus, eh? Bobbie—l know there ain't. I've known it for three years; but I just hated to hurt' my parents' feelings, &o I have caught cold every Christmas morning, just to please you, uni.il I am tired of it. Bingo—But, Bobbie, consider. There are relatives of mine coming to spend Christmas with us. What would they say if they thought you didn't believe in Santa? Think of Aunt Jane. Why, she would never forgive me. Think of the talk it would make. Bobbie—l can't help it, pop. This has got to stop. I can't goon deceiv ing people any more'. Bingo—Haven't I always been good to you, Bobbie? Bobbie—Yes, sir. Bingo (locking the door)— And would STAR.S ARE SHINING CHRISTMAS CAROL. Wordn unil music by Rev. S. llarlnK>(»onl<l, MA H (Author of "Onward, Christian fioldiers," etc.) r ' r i" I. Sldti ■» "tin. log. wiodi «l Win •Ut Whh < tic o'tl tb« fioit .ed wold, , r *] Round their fire are ahep herd. doi • ing. Flocks are crouch-mj in the fold * 1 LB, the He. - vena, rent «. aun . der. Fl«h ..forth a a.r. 0 , gold — — > , — - 'ilo n« in ejt . cel.an De -ol ~ Glo ru, in ex cel-.ia De •o! , ssr-?-. ' J J J v} *f J. J Bee! amidst (hat blnze of glory "Peace on earth, ton *?n good favour. Stands a seraph, wings outspread, Token this—the Heavenly Child, Radiance as ot .summer morning: Lying now in Bethlehem's manger, <> fr the barren landscape shed. Born of Virgin undefilcd. itou.se. ye slu pherds! shake off slumber, Christ, Messiah, long expected— Banished from each drowsy head! Earth and Heaven reconciled: Gioria In excelsih Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!" o *Lto! of tidings glad the hearer, Then from 'thousand times ten thousand I am come and news I bring; Angels, in supernal light. Born on earth this day a Saviour, Burst a chorus: "O ye people < 'hrist, to Je>w .and Gentile King, East and West, in one unite Boua* ye therefore link your voice®, Praising God, the Lord Jehovah! Then with ange.s carols sing: Bing with angels in the height; Gloria in exctUis Deo! Gloria in exceisis Deoi" you go back on your father for a little think like that? It's only a little thing I ask of you. You wouldn't dis grace your poor father and mother, now, would you, Bobbie? Bobbie (firmly)— Don't try to move, me, pop. I can't do it, that's all. Bingo (reaching for a strap) —You can't, eh? Well, we'll see about that. (Whack.) I'll teach you not to believe in a Santa Claus. (Whack, whack.) Bobbie—Oho! aw! aw! Please stop! Bingo—l'll show you (whack) the duty you owe (whack, whack, whack) to your loving parents. How do you feel now? Any more like believing? Bobbie (boo-hoo) —Yes, sir. Bingo—That's right. And are you going to hang up your stocking? (Whack.) Bobbie (promptly)— Yes, sir. Bingo—And get up at three o'clock as you always have done? Bobbie —Yes, sir. Bingo—And are you going to talk to those relatives of mine about dear, good old Santa Claus, and wonder vhat he's going to give you, and clap your hands together, and get excited like a genuine innocent little boy? Bobbie —Yes, sir, I am. Bingo (releasing him) —Well, you see that you do, or I'll give you the worst licking you ever had in your life. Bobbie (half an hour later, standing on the corner with Willie Slimson) — You see that man passing by ever there? Willie —Who? Your father? Bobbie —Yes. Well, Willie, there goes tjie biggest liar that ever drew breach. —Harlem Life. Wliut tlio Cynic Snya. The women spend so much time pre vious to Christmas in gadding around that we wonder if any of the stockings hung up for Santa Claus are darned.— Atchison Globe. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17, 1903. I w n When the apples are sweet, oh I just eat ant * eat Till m y buttons are most apt to fly, I And Daddy* can't see what the II V trouble can be When 1 say that I don't care for pie) dL When the leaves of the beech-tree are turning to gold, /When the hazel-nuts dropping keep time, When the butternuts fall and the squirrels j •©(Wwf'ißaft are bold, J. Then games in the forest are Prime! But my favourite tree only comas once a year, »—I When the others are covered with snow; '^fda It springs up in the night in the drawing- I room bright, And both apples and nuts on it grow With toys for each child, —so *'■> ' ' <now y° u " ag ree 3 fculfv That lhe bcst cne of a " ls x the gay Christmas-tree. | Trying to Fool Santa. Willie's scheme mi&ht have worked if he liaiin't kicked off the bedclothes, showing that the apparent size of his leet was due to papa's hunting boots. — Chicago Daily News. N TH§ CANDY CfIILD What Happened to a Little "Boy Who Ate Too Much By IV. W. DUTTON \ -J Aunt Matilda was busily engaged in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches to the innumerable delicacies • designed to grace the Christmas table. The children of the household were in teresting spectators of the old woman's work, being present by special permis sion of their mother. "What you chil'ren wants to do to morrow—dat is, what you chil'ren doesn't want to remarked the old woman, as she paused in her work, "is to see dat you doesn't eat too much to-morrow. 'Cause ef you does, you is liable to be like er chile dat I has in mind, an' de Lawd knows dat you doesn't want to be like dat chile." The little ones well knew that those words of Aunt Matilda were prelim inary to one of those stories with which she so often delighted them, and they impatiently awaited it. "Dis chile dat I speaks of," contin ued the old woman, as she resumed her labors, "had one of demos' rapacious appetites dat you ever heerd of. Eatin' all de time, an' eatin' all sorts of tings. His ma an' pa tell him, of course, dat all wrong, an' at dere is cr time fo' eatin' as well as er time fo' not eatin', but Lawd bless you, chil'ren, dat boy lie pay no mo 'tention to what his ma an' pa say den ef dey didn't 'zist. Why, dey even see de Wizzle Wuzzle Man 'bout him, but Mr. Wizzle Wuzzle he say dat he ain't gwine to do anything jes' yit, an' fo' to let dc chile keep jes right on ef he wants to. "An' de chile he keep right on," re marked the old woman, as she com pleted frosting a giant cake, "notwith- Btandin' to de contrary, an' matters go frum wuss to wuss. Bimeby, Clirist inus come 'round, an' dat boy he 'gin to eat frum de minit he wake up, candy an' cakes an' apples, an' de Lawd knows what. Cburse his ma an' pa 'monstrate wid'him, an' tell him dat dey has no' jections to his eatin' jes' what he like, purvided he eat in moderation. But, Lawd bless you, chil'ren, he pay no mo' 'tention to what dey say den befo', an' den de strangest'" t'ing happen dat you ever heerd of." Aunt Matilda paused to note the ef fect of her words upon the little ones, and then she continued: "It wus gittin' toward de dark," she said, "when dis chile's ma an' pa miss him. Dey hunt high an' dey hunt low, but don't find him, an' off sots his pa fo' de house of de Wizzle Wuzzle .Man. He find Mr. Wizzle Wuzzle I settin' befo his fire smokin' his pipe, an' when de chile's pa 'splain mattera Mr. Wizzle Wuzzle puif out er big • cloud of smoke. De smoke it fill de : room, an' when --At die 'way over in de i corner was dat chile. Dat is, what waa S de chile, fo' he had done turned into er mixture of candy an' cake, au' all sorts of t'ings. "Of course, chU'ren," solemnly te marked the old woman, as she noticed the surprise of the little ones, "it was dat chile, an' den ag'in it wasn't. Da leetle boy's pa was mos' grieved to death to see what done happen, an' , he ask de Wizzle Wuzzle Man what kin be done in de matter. Mr. Wizzle Wuzzle puff out nuther big cloud oi smoke, an' when dat die 'way, de chile was gone. Den he take his pipe out his mouth an' 'splain dat nui'nin' kin be done fo' er y'ar at de leastest. "De chile's pa he beg, of course, dat de Wizzle Wuzzle Man do somethin right 'way, but Mr. Wizzle Wuzzle he say no indeedy, an' de leetle boy's pa know well nuff dat when Mr. Wizzie Wuzzle say no indeedy, dat it is nc indeedy, sho' nuff, and he go home. But befo' he go, Mr. Wizzle Wuzzle he say dat ef he was a mind to, he could do sumthin' right 'way, but he 'splair dat de chile mils' l'arn by 'sperience, ef he won't l'arn no way else, an' der he tell de chile's pa to come to see him nex' Chris'mus eve. "It was a mighty long y'ar." said the old woman, "fo' de leetle boy's pa an' ma, an' you may b'lieve Lie chil'ren, it was still longer fo' dat chile, who had in all dat time to be nuthin but er chile of candy, an' cakes, an' all dat sort of t'ings. But at las' Chris'mus eve come 'round, an' de chile's mi an' pa both wisit Mr. Wizzie Wuzzle. Dey find him settin' befo' do fire an' smokin' de same pipe, an'after dey say howdy an' he say howdy, he say dat he is slio' dat de chile done l'arned er lesson dat he ain't liable to furglt. Wid dat he puff out er bigger cloud of smoke den ever, an' when dat die 'way, dere was de leetle boy, standin' right' befo' his ma an' pa, an' in his right self. "De chile jump right into his ma's arms, an' as she hug and kiss him," said Aunt Matilda, "he say aat he ain't never gwine to eat an' eat like he did befo', an' dat he was gwino to mind his ma an' pa all de time. But I remembers dis, chil'ren, an' I hopes you remembers U," remarked the old woman, in a rather severe tone, "dat Mr. Wizzle Wuzzle say, as de chile's pa' an' ma start off home, an' say dey is much 'bliged, 'I done bring back dis chile, but I wants it 'stinctly under stood dat I ain't 'bliged to bring back all chil'ren dat persists in doin' what he done. No, indeedy!' " —Washing, ton Star. A CtirioiiN CuAtotii. • In the Scandinavian island of Dago the people have a curious custom of putting five candles on each branch of the Christ mas tree. r^? ; * I# jw i i .—I r' i { i 1 IpSa- -J, J? ■dßSqga' IVINp S The Rycroft children —Hilda Irene, Grace, \ \X*~~—». " ~/S?\ Harold, Roy and Doug- \ 112 < las —were having a par- \ / / ty during the holidays, \ / / and one afternoon they \ 112 / talked about what they J J?*, could do to amuse il™ 11 " -liir themselves and their . '^gV^ Their Cousin' Donald, n 11/*) j/l Waa|aS^3^ ■who was spending his XI If I j ~*j holidays with them, said o//' I " r '"'' s "Have yow ever played / at Living Shadows?" 112 j ■ ■■ ifci iS None of the chiidreri .Ij V— .!■ I. v had ever even heard off £ —' ' ' them, and they said so. > T - Jt^" Then they all gathered / round Donald, who told them what to do and how HERE YOU SEE DICK WHITTINGTON AND 1113 to do it, and when the CAT \V li ll i MI.IU SHADOWS THROWN evening came this is ° X MT, CLKIAIN. what thoy did: They made the schoolroom into a the ater by hanging a big white sheet across Jt on a string and putting some rows of chairs for the audience. When the audience was seated tbey turned out all the lights, leaving only one candle behind the sheet, which threw their shadows clearly upon it. On the sheet appeared the picture of a little girl (Grace) in a cloak, carry ing a basket. She stooped down and appeared to be gathering flowers, when suddenly a big animal (Garry the collie) came bounding up and began to walk beside her. He did not look a bit like a dog, for he had a long shag gy coat which the children's mamma recognized at once as one of the skin rugs out of the drawing-room; but being very sweet and kind, and liking to see the children enjoying them FOP Chrlitmai. "The ladies of the Sewing society are very busy now," announced the minis ter's wife, "but they will not let me know what they are doing." "Yes," remarked the minister, with a bitter smile, "they're making book marks and carpet slippers, I suppose."— Baltimore American. A Ile<l Letter Day for Dolly. Little Elsie—Papa. Mr. Williams—Well, Elsie? Little Elsie —I hope Santa Claus will bring something nice for dolly. You know he gave her to me last Christmas, so this Christmas will be birthday and Christmas both for her. —Boston Globe. Out of the Fryinn-Pun, Crawford —It's a good thing for us, no-w that Christmas is here, that the SSOO sealskin has gone out of fashion. Crabshaw —Oh, I don't know. Hasn't the SI,OOO automobile come into style?— Judge. Don't Fool with Santa Claus, a) Hilarious Harry. hang it up, and then— (2) "When Santa Claus comes— (3) "I shall know who it Is 1" selves, she did not say a word, but only pave a gentle sigh. Donald asked the audience to guess what the picture meant, and of course the answer was: "Little Red Hiding Hood." The children then acted "Dick Whlt tington Sitting on the Milestone" (as sisted by Mowser, the tabby cat); "Robin Hood and His Merry Men" (with wonderful bows and arrows made of sticks and string); "Who Killed Cock Robin?" and many other scenes from nursery rhymes and fairy tales. They were very careful to keep closo to the curtain (or rather sheet), and. also to keep the candle at the right dis tance from it. When change of scene was being made, another light was put near the curtain and taken away when all was ready. SO NEAR AM) VET SO FAII. Jack-in-the-Box —There she sits, my 'beloved, under the mistletoe, while I, j like a great gawk, seem glued to the spot, unable to make use of my opportunities. —Chicago Daily Chronicle. Wonderfully Made. Sister —When you called to see George was he wearing those slippers I made I him for Christmas? Brother —No. He was using one of them as a laundry bag.—N. Y. World.
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