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NTARIO, THURSDAY, DECEMBER. 15, 1.927
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THE NESR[CORO AND STAFF 111SHf5 All ITS READERS R MESHY CHRISTMAS
BIKD'S CHRISTIYIAS TREE.
• - (Ellen C. Lloras)
Alvin just loved Christmas time.
He loved it from the time the bright -
colored lights began to appear in the
store Windows at night, and trees
arid bushes in the home yards began
.to be decorated with strings of col-
ored lights too, and •Christmas
wreaths were placed at doors and
Windows, and little red Christmas
hells found their place here and there,
and holly and mistletoe were about.
He loved the Ohritsinas carols, and
the good things to eat at Christmas
time, and especially the Christmas
tree. There was to be a big Christ-
mas tree at his house.- There it
stood behind a closed door that was
not to he opened until Christmas
morning. Everything was just right
for •Christmas -if it would only snow.
How Alvin did wish that it would
snoiv, and snow, and snow! And
sure enough, on the ,day before
•Christmas it began snowing. Some
flakes began falling before noon, and
by the middle of the afternoon it was
;snowing fast. • It snowed all night.
"Merry Christmas, son!" shouted
'Alvin's father, and out of bed
tumbled that small boy early Christ-'
mas morning.
Oh, look!
• That closed door was wide open,
and there was the Christmas tree
with -its -bright- ornaments, and hang-
ing from its boughs, and heaped be-
neath it, were presents, and presents,
and presents, for . everybody. Alvin
even forgot about' the snow.
But he remembered after a while,.
and right to the window he ran. Yes
sir! There was a good snow. The
ground was white everywhere. The
trees were weighted with it. There
was enough for snowballs and every-
thing. Alvin could hardly wait to be
fully dressed, and get breakfast over
with, and get out to play.
But in he dashed again almost the
moment he was out.
"Couldn't I fix it a Christmas tree,
too?" he was saying excitedly.
He had found a little bird out in
the cold, hopping about and chirpitl
piteously because in the snow it could
not find even a stray seed to eat
Alvin busily collected some pieces
of bread, and a nice mellow apple,
and a piece of meat loaf his mother
said he might take, and with scraps'
of red cord and bright ribbon dropped
from the Christmas packages he tied
thein to a little snow-covered bush in
a sheltered spot in the 'back yard.
The little bircj was shy,.at first, in
spite of its hunger; but as Alvin went
on to play it began pecking at the
feast hung from these snow -laden
branches, and presently sono other
little birds came too,
Alvin stepped softly and made
signs to his mother as she came out
in the yard. And there they stood
together several minutes, eagerly
watching the joyous antics with
which a half dosen little birds were
taking the gifts from,their own little
Christmas tree.
A CHRISTMAS WISH
(Maude Wood Henry)_
To dumb beasts --r Merry Chr'istmasi
I would I could make you feel
All happy inside at the.gay yuletide
With a -warming, ..plenteous meal;
A Christmas feast with the fixings
That each of you likes most,.
With every treat that a beast can
eat4,
%low I'd like to: be your hostl
There world not be a horse among
{ you,
Nor i dog or -cat astray;
Nor r creature sad that'wouldn't be
glad
This blessed Christmas day;
I would gather you all together
In-ti�feast of joy and mirth,
Every eripgIed and old and hnngry
and cold
Drnib beast that walks on earth.
And Worshipped Him
"And when they had come into the house,they, saw the
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young child with Mary his mother, and they fell, and
worshipped him; and + wheen they had opened their treasures,
they presented him' with gifts: gold, and frankincense, and
myrrh." --Matthew 2:11
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Again it is the Christmas season.
Why is'it that this glad, festive sea-
son always seems to creep upon us
unawares, before we have begun to
think of it seriously, always before
we are anything like ready for it?
Thor° is an old saying to the effect +
that "Experience teaches fools." Our
"experlenee" with Christmas would
seen to indicate that few of us can
be classed in that category, as we
never seem .to learn to prepare sens-
ibly and in a reasonable, foresighted
manner for the recurrence" of this al-
together delightful
ltogetherdelightful' and happy season,
but always' allow ourselves to be
naught in a whirl of belated ,pre-
_parations at the last minute..
No doubt at all but that as sensible
practical people, knowing that Christ-
mas always comes at 'a stated time
each year, with twelve long months
between, we should take time by the
• forelock, as it were, prepare for it
long in advance and so be ready for
tho last red boW and sticker an the
last pared, to :the last candle and
card, before the day arrives and' so bo
ready to 'sit 'down in comfort, hold
out our hands and 'pinafores far the
gifts Old Santa Claus has prepared
for vs, and thus feel that for once we
were not found napping.
But, after all, would that be 'any
great advantage? The clerks in
stores and postoflices no doubt would
realize the advantage al such fore-
sightedness on -our- part; Christmas
' would not be such an ordeal to them.
But, bless you, they enjoy the happy
excitement of the season as well as
anyone' "Tired, you say. Of course'
they're tired. If you can find a man
"or woman in all this Vast' Dominion:
who is not tired on Christmas Day I'd'
like to see them, No, I wouldn't,
either, for I'd know mighty well that
there was a man or woman who had,
missed all the fun and joy of the
Christmas time. I could wish for
every man and woman in Canada and
the world that on Christmas morning
they should feel so''alniost utterly
worn out and used tip that they would
feel that they could lie in bed for a
week, and yet who couldn't be in-
duced to Stay there an hour, longer
than necessary on Christmas Day for
fear of missing something ofd the joy
and happiness which they had spent
thein energies in/bringing about.
No, alter all, I. doubt if it would be
any better for us if we should be-
come so very proficient that wo
should be all ready for the eyent '
when it comes. This mad scranthle
the last few weeks or days is good
for us; this complete forgetting of
ourselves' in thinking of others, when
the Christmas Spirit takes possession
of tie and 'we become something like
• little children again. I love that, the
lopping off of a score or two score or
three score years, and coming down
to the level of the child, the youth,
and enjoying life, just ford a few
days or weelcs;•, without the bitter
weight of eaves which most of us
have to carry of one sort andan
other. Well take' , them up again
later, but perhaps with a better heart,';'
an added vigor,
It might be better if we'd open our
hearts sooner, if, indeed, we should
keep them open at all times, to the
Christmas Spirit, but the sitting
down in cold practicality to prepare
for Christmas, doesn't appeal to me;
Let us open our hearts to the joy, the
gladness, of the hour; let us :think of
the children and-" the young; let us
think of the lonely and the sad; let
as think of the first Christmas and
what it meant ta,the world and then
let us be glad, let tis be happy and
joyous, give 'ourselves over to the
Spirit of the Season. We, shall be
the better, for it; our associates will
be the better for it; the world -'will be -
the better .for it. Let us say heartily
with Dickens, "GOD BLESS CHRIST-
MAS."tLLebare Kralc.
QUEEN MAR';`: OF ENGLAND
OPENS OWN MAIL
If, as occasionally has happened,
the British postoffice receives a let-
ter addressed to Mrs. England, the
missive is promptly included in the
royal mail bag, delivered to Buck-
ingham Palate and soon is receiving
the personal attention of Her Ma-
jesty; Queen Mary. For the Queen
opens the mail personally, not trust-
ing this duty to paid secretaries. In-
cidentally, this self-imposed duty con-
sumes a large part of her time, for
many people` throughout the empire,
or throughout the world, for that
matter, write the First Lady of the
massive domain.
Britons, for. all their reverence for
royalty, seem to be in doubt bow to
address their rulers. `;Madam Ma-
jesty" is not "a novelty by any means.
One so addressed, a few years ago,
when the King was ill, expressed
homely condolence and.sympsthy and
wdund up with this piece of -advice:
"Rub your husband's chest with cam-
phorated oil when the bronchial signs
appear." Whether or not the Queen
followed this counsel is not revealed
in the new book by Kathleen Wood -
,ward: "Queen Mary—A Life and In-
' timate Study."
There seems to be nothing too in-
timate for a Queen's subjects to
write her about. Some letters are
of course laughable, but few are of
•questionable taste, and most of, them
breathe a quiet comraclie, which
speaks well for the niche the royal
fancily occupies in the life of the na-
tion, now that real governmental pow,
er is no longer enjoyed by crowned
heads and their sons and daughters.
Every letter receives an answer, eith-
er personal or through sone official
attached to the Queen's household.
One the queen liked especially well
came a day or so before the birth-
day of her eldest son: It said, "Just
a few lines hoping you are the same
as it leaves Inc at present.. Wishing
your son, the Prince of Wales, mealy
happy returns. I shall always .re-
member your son's birthday as he
was born on my wedding day" One
woman to another,
The Stately Queen Mary's Hospital
in the East End of London is genes -
ally known as "Ma's Place." It re-
ceived its -title from- a conversation
between the Prince of Wales and Will
Thorne, Labor M.P., at a dinner given'
by Lady Astor. Thorne happened to,
remark that he had just visited his•
daughter in a hospital.
"Oh, I'm sorry she, is ill," said the
tactful Prince. "Which hospital is
she in?"
Mr, Thorne stared incredulously.
"Which place? Why, your ma's place
of course."
That named the hospital forever.
THE HAPPIEST BRIDE
The bride who goes to a farm today,
"Lias a happier lot before her `
Than the bride who starts in a show.-
.
er way,
With city blocks to bore her;
With shops, and movies, and haste
anct noise,
As a -plate for little girls and boys.
Who may come some day to live and
play.;
Shops and movies and noise and glare,
And shrieks of whistles and tainted
air.
The bride. who goes to a farm today,'
Will lay aside ,her veil
And her orange wreath and her show
er bouquet,
For a hoe and a milking pail;
But out beyond her kitchen door
Will, be clover fields and a sycamore
And daisies for little hands` to pull,
Soiteday. Oh, life can be beautiful
To a woman wlro: lives
On a farm' and gives, -
And takes, from the earth instead of
the town.
A little girl in the wedding gown,
In your hands our love and our hopes
we lay, .
Dear .Bride who goes to the farm
today. .
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