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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?
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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!
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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.)
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Round their fire are ahep herd. doi • ing. Flocks are crouch-mj in the fold
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LB, the He. - vena, rent «. aun . der. Fl«h ..forth a a.r. 0 , gold
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'ilo n« in ejt . cel.an De -ol ~ Glo ru, in ex cel-.ia De •o! ,
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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.
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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)
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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;
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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 *'■>
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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.
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TH§ CANDY
CfIILD
What Happened to a Little
"Boy Who Ate Too Much
By IV. W. DUTTON
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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.
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The Rycroft children
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Harold, Roy and Doug- \ 112 <
las —were having a par- \ / /
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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.