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New Year's
By
Helen Gaisford
OME for New Years” the
doctor had promised, but of
course, thought Drake Har.
mon, the doctor couldn't
know how little home meant
to him, He punched his pil-
low into a lump and propped
himself up in bed.
Despite everything, Drake Harmon
had enjoyed his first real sick spell,
His salary would go on just the same,
but instead of working he was free to
read. Every day he had visitors who
forgot to drop In when he was well,
and besides—there was Miss Bowen,
Now that it was time to go home, he
realized how much he would miss his
cheery little nurse,
The door opened and Doctor Seott
and Miss Bowen entered. “Well,” the
“Why, Man, You're Looking Fit as a
Fiddle.”
doctor began, “how's our patient to
day?
“A little—weak-—I'm afraid, Doctor,”
he answered. “1 wonler whether I
ought to go home Just yet”
“Why, man, you're looking fit as a
fiddle. Here—and let's have your
pulse, too.”
Drake Harmon, thermometer In
mouth, looked at Miss Bowen, and
tried to make his eyes speak for him,
She seemed to understand, for she
blushed and turned aside, Kis heart
went pounding,
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ING out, O bells’ Ring silver sweet
R o'er hill and moor and fell!
In mellow echoes let your chimes
their joyful story tel}
Ring out, ring out, all jubilant,
Joyous, glad refrain
"A bright New Year, a glad New Year,
hath come to us again!”
the
Ah! Who ean say how much
within it there may be
Stored up for us who listen now te
your sweet melody!
Good-by Old Year! Tried, trusty friend.
thy tale at last is told
O New Year! Write thou thine for us
in lines of brightest gold.
of joy
“Great guns !™ exclaimed the doctor.
“Fever, too 1 can't understand your
heart action. Yes. you'd better stay
here a few days longer.” With in
structions for the nurse, he left.
Miss Bowen turned back to her pa.
tient, “Doctor says I'm to keep =a
close walch over you and see that you
don't get excited,” she sald.
He laughed. “I'm all right—now
that I know I don't have to go home.”
“You are lonely?"
“Yes,” he answered, “and In love,
too.”
“Oh™ Miss Bowen" looked away.
“But I didn’t find it out till just
now,” he continued. “I wouldn't mind
going home if I could take my nurse
with me”
With starry eyes she turned to him,
“There isn't any reason why you
shouldn't go home. You're well
enough.”
At the receiving desk they paused.
“Tell Doctor Scott,” he said, “to get
a new nurse, and say, tell him 1 nev.
er felt better In my life, and am going
home for New Year's.”
(@. 1930, Western Newspaper Union.)
RESULT OF CHRISTMAS
Pipe—Is Mr. Purse dead?
Cigar—No, only temporarily flat on
his back!
A AHI
Dealing With the New Year
The New Yeur will be just like the
old year unless you have a vivid im
agination,
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Year's
Nancy,
knew what
looks like”
girl, and knew many things,
to make pictures of every.
one in her own mind, all sparkling
and jingly, with Santa In It, but lots
Pd
said this about New Year's, her small
he didn't know whether New Year's
was a city or an automobile, or just
what It was,
tease, said, “New Year's looks like a
hippopotamus with a monkey on its
the calendar, and the maid, Thelma,
remembering the household on the
New Year's looked like sleepy-heads
Even mother didn't have much help
for a party; and when Nancy appealed
to Clarence, the man who did things
around the place, he just grinned and
said, “You'll find out when the time
comes.”
Her chum, Patricia, who was usu
ally good at explaining things, was so
preoccupied with her new ping-pong
set, that she only said, “Silly! and
went on playing. So Nancy went to
sleep that New Year's eve, still won.
dering,
When she woke in the morning, her
mother called, “Oh, Naney, get up and
look out of the side window!" And
when she ran, in her new Christmas
pajamns to do so, she saw Clarence
standing beside a beautiful little white
pony and holding up a big card on
which was printed, “Happy New Year
to Nancy.”
"Oh, goody!" shouted Nancy, “I
know what New Year's is now-it's a
pony-just what I've always wanted!”
And wo, though the pony had been
named “Dolly,” it was always called
“Happy New Year,” after that.
(@. 1930, Western Newspaper Union, )
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NEW YEAR, OLD YEAR
CHANGING PLACES
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Year,
place?
“What's it like In the world?”
asked the New Year,
“Well, it's different at differ
ent thines, Sometimes It is very
gay and happy, sometimes it Is
sad. Sometimes there are quar
rels, but there Is much joy, much
happiness, and oh, such a love
ly lot of friends one can make,
“It makes the world a won
derful place—having friends.”
“Then why do you want to
leave?’ asked the New Year.
“Ah, 1 am too old now. 1
must go away and rest—rest
with all my beautiful memories.”
“Have you lovely memories?”
asked the New Year.
“They are surpassingly beau-
tiful,"” sald the Old Year.
“Then I think I will take your
place,” the New Year sald. “You
have had much joy, you have
made many friends, and now
that you must go you have many
berutiful memories."
And the Old Year and the
New Year changed places, and
every one shouted:
“Happy New Year!
New Year !"—Mary
Bouner,
(@. 1930, Western Newspaper Union )
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Mister Smithers, you've got
They're good
you didn’t know when Jim
my "ease went to the hospital how the
boys took turns sitting with him
nights to save him payin’ for a special
purse,
“1 guess
Mary posted
her
wrong.
“Maybe
guys
11
up
wouldn't know how
Miss Hann's books for
during the noon hour when she
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“Gee, Mister Smithers, You've Got ‘Em
All Wrong™
had to go to the dentist and how Mrs.
Hill took Dot out to see her sick
mother at noon so she could work In
the afternoon,
“Maybe you didn't know how the
chair when the train cut off old Mose's
legn.
“Maybe you don't know how Mrs.
Baker, the ad writer, gets up In the
when she can’t sleep. The Janitor says
fore he does when the office Is qulet,
and | heard you baw! her out for being
“Maybe you don’t know when that
wire came last week for a big rush
order while you was out of town, how
they all worked overtime to help the
packers get it out so the boss wouldn't
biame you for bein’ away.
“Honest, Mr. Smithers, you'd oughta
know what good guys they are and
pat ‘em on the back sometimes. You'd
get a lot more out of ‘em. They mean
it when they wish a Happy New Year
«they wish everybody was happy and
they'd do all they could to make It
come true. Can't nobody be happy
‘thout seein’ what good guys other
folks 1s”
“Folks are, Bill. All right, have it
your own wiuy" Then “Happy New
Year, GUYS," he called into the gen:
eral office. As one man, the office
force gasped and exchanged delighted
smiles,
(@. 1930, Western Newspaper Union)
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Resolutions
Most New Years resolutions are the
result of weakness rather than of
strength,
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mistakes of las! year over again
Of course we will paint the first few
days with the bright red of New =~;
Year's resolutions But these resolu
tions will shape only the beginnin
of the year and will have small...
days of December will lead us.
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Ben Davy stopped
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in the old country did write, we don't
know {t."
“Ben didn't forget us
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Why there's a snow plow now
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and a
What's that
hurried
believe
in?™ Jane
to the door,
“We've come
install the new ra
dio, Mrs. Davy”
the two men set
down their burden,
“Where you
want it
“We haven't or
dered any radio”
Ben managed to
blurt out. “Must
be some mistake”
“No. It's no mis
take It was or
dered for Christ.
mas and we
couldn't get it here, 1 -~
with the Christ. & ™
mas rush, blizzard snd everything.
But the manager said we had to get
this in today; so we got the plow to
clear the way. Oh, here's a letter, too,”
the speaker fumbled in his pocket and
produced the missive.
Jane opened the letter eageriy: “It's
from Ben. He's giving us the radio,
And listen, pa, what he says—"Tune
in on the chain program at six o'clock
your time on New Year's eve, and
you'll hear the same Big Ben, you
do
over here in London, ring in the New
Year, and I'm going to be the leading
violinist in the orchestra that plays
right afterwards, Don't forget now-—
chain program at six o'clock.” Jane's
eves opened wide In alarm: “It's noon
now. Will you have that radio up in
time?"
The men laughed: “You bet we
will, Mrs. Davy. We got cur instruc.
tions pretty
straight from the
boss.”
At six o'clock
Ben and Jane sat
intent before their
new radio Big Ben
was proclaiming
the New Year in
London. A moment
of silence, then Ben
slapped his knee:
“It's Big Ben, Jane,
Big Ben, and we
haven't heard #it
since we were
youngsters.”
The chimes
ceased and the
orchestra burst
forth. “And that's our little Ben, pal
Don't you think we hear his violin?
“Seems | do, Jane, It's a grand New
Year for us”
(0. 1930, Western Newspaper Union)
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Never had they spoken since then,
and with one in New York the other
in California, there was little chance
of their meeting soon. Both had been
wrong about the boundaries. but each
was too proud te admit it
A cherished hope of Tarvior's was to
have the chance to forgive and ask
forgiveness.
It was comfortable here with the
steam heat, the radio, and a car at his
disposal-—young Lee's gifts—but there
was a longing for old scenes and faces.
Returning from a walk early in the
evening, Mr. Taylor noticed 8 man
turning from the door of the next
apartment,
Apologetically the man asked If he
knew whether the family was in. He
did not, but the man’s Southern ac
cent awoke memories, and Mr. Taylor
asked if he were a Southerner.
“Yes, indeed,” was the quick reply;
1 reckon you are, too, sir?
“Yes sir, from Spottsylvania county,
Virginia.”
The other man put out his hand
he was from Spottsyivania, and had
recently been there. A light broke
over Lee Taylor's face. “Oh, If It
could only be true—" g moment's hesi-
tation. “You don't happen to know a
family by the name of Moore, do you?"
“Why,” the man exclaimed, “That's
my name-—James Moore ™
“Then perhaps you will be sorry you
shook hands with me—for | am Lee
Taylor.”
The other again grasped Taylor's
hand-—"If yeu only knew how [| have
prayed for this hour, you wouldn't say
that”
neighbor, celebrated the coming of the
New Year, the two old friends with
clasped hands resolved to let this be
indeed a New Year with all misunder-
standings buried in the past.
(@. 1920, Western Newspaper Unton y
Begin Anew
If you feel that you misspent last
year, here's another brand new ope
you can use better.