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The Clinton News Record, 1940-12-12, Page 11'THURS., DEC. 12, 1940 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD PAGE 7. HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS CARE OF CHILDREN COOKING HEALTH THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes 'Gay,, Sometimes Sad -But Always Helpful and Inspiring. "WHY SHOULD WE FIGHT FOR ENGLAND?" "Why should we fight?" he asked me, "Cause England, is at War? Why are they fighting now, dad, what are they fighting for? What does it mean; to you, dad, to babe and mums and me, The Germans won't Dame here from away across the sea. t So why should you go there, dad, and leave us here to cry? Is it 'cause England owns us? Is that the reason why?" ,His eyes looked widely at me, I tightly held my son, ,-And this is how I answered his questions one by one. "We fight when England ca11s us, for in her sacred keep The ashes of our fathers lie in her soil — asleep. -,And many times for England they fought that she'd be free -,And they are part of England, and so, my son, are we. And some may pass her by, lad, and some may scorn her hand, But we must be forever a part of that fair land. For everything we have, son, that's good, and fine, and just Was washed in British blood and given to us in trust. And we must keep that trust, son, against the force of greed And fight- beside Old. England whenever she's in need. And once again she's calling, across the Empire wide And all her Empire answers, "You'll find us at your side." 'Oh yes, we're owned by England, but we own England, too, As yon are part of me, son, and I am part of you." THE TONGUE ' "The .boneless tongue, so small and weak, Can crush and kill," declares the Greek. "The tongue destroys a greater horde," The Turk asserts, "than does the Sword." The Persian proverb wisely saith, 'A. lengthy tongue—an early death " Or sometimes takes this form in- stead, "Don't let your tongue cut off your head." "The tongue can speak a word whose speed," Say the Chinese, "outstrips the steed." And Arab sages this impart, "The tongue's great storehouse is the heart:" From Hebrew wit the maxim sprung, "Though feet should slip, ne'er let the tongue." The sacred writer crowns the whole, "Who keeps his tongue doth keep his soul." CHRISTMAS •What mean the thoughts, that Christ- • mas brings, What men the. joys, the heart now sings, 'Tis happiness to view Christ, Babe, God's Christmas gift to earth con- veyed, Make sure we catch the Truth Divine, A Virgin pure made sacred shrine, Brought forth the Babe in flesh as man, To show mankind God's wondrous plan. The flesh but shows His image. We, "or thus He came that we might see, His spirit dwells in us Supreme, We spirits too ever unseen. Christmas is then a time for cheer,. ,And every day throughout the year, The gift .of gifts came forth this day, Spirit Divine in fleshy clay. So glad are we Christ came to earth To manifest by fleshy birth. 33/4% On Guaranteed Trust Certificates A legal investment for Trust Funds Unconditionally Guaranteed THE STERLR1C TRUSTS CORPORATION STERLING TOWER TORONTO God's Spirit is the mean unseen, By flesh, is how this fact is seen. NO SANTA CLAUS! If it be true, as some do say That there's no Santa Claus,' What is this spirit on the way, That never seems to pause As Christmas chimes are sounding clear Upon the frosty night, In spreading splendid gifts of cheer In every mortal's night? What is this sense of glow divine That comes to you and me When watching all that happy line Of children round the tree? Whence comes this mantling atmos- phere So full of sweet release That falls' upon us once a year And covers us with peace? No Santa Claus? Oh, men of doubt, Whence comes this sorry claim? Would you so fair a spirit flout ror reasons of a name? Dear Santa Claus is everywhere Where hearts are true and kind, And where there's love of man 'tis there His presence rare we find, ' —John Kendrick Bangs. ALL LITTLE TOWNS All little towns at Christmastide, Asleep beneath a star, Seem holier and more reverent Than other places are. The midnight skies are dark and deep, The houses small and still, And that blue hill beyond might be A blue Judean hill. The roads that led to Nazareth Had stars that lighted them— All little towns a Christmastide Are kin to Bethlehem. —Elizabeth Evelyn Moore. "0 CHRIST WHO HOLDS THE OPEN GATE." O Christ who holds the open gate, O Christ who drives the furrow straight, O Christ, the plow,' 0 Christ, the laughter Of holy white birds flying after. Lo, all my heart's field red and torn, And Thou wilt bring the young green corn, The young green corn divinely springing, The young green corn forever sing- ing. And when the field is fresh and fair The blessed feet shall glitter there, And we will walk the weeded field, And tell the golden harvest's yield. The corn that makes the holy bread By which the soul of man is fed, The holy bread, the food unprieed, Thy everlasting mercy, Christ. —John Masefield, 4 k\-�e\�\�F�\h'�\�\h�v\h•�� �,• • The World's News Seen Through THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR Aa International Daily Newspaper is Truthful—Constructive--Unbiased—Free from Sensational. iqm—Editorials Are Timely and Instructive and Its Daily Features, Together with the Weekly Magazine Section, Make the Monitor an Ideal Newspaper for the Home. The Christian Science Publishing Society One, Norway Street, Boston, Massachusetts Price $12.00 Yearly, or $1.00 a Month. Saturday Issue, including Magazine Section, $2.60 a Year. Introductory Offer, 6 Issues 25 Cents. Name Address SAMPLE COPY ON REQUEST Is There a Santa Claus? By "PEG" ..c One aftearoon :r little six year old is always some one who has to spot things by "telling." No matter how old` we grow the memory of those young days remains with us. We would not give them up for anything. The time comes in all our lives when the spirit of Christmas must take the place of the jolly, fat old man. Then perhaps we learn our great important lesson. "It is more blessed to give than to receive." From the earliest years of understanding all children should be taught that fundamental truth of happiness. Christmas' will be just as happy as we anake'it, and the snore we think of others the happier we will be ourselves. So often it has been our pleasure girl tripped into the home of a, neigh- bor. The lady of the house knew there was something bothering the child, but wisely refrained from asking; the cause. Little folk have their own way of figuring things out and on occasion it is just as well to let themtake their own time in telling what they want to say. After sitting for a few minutes the child said, "Mrs. —, is there a Santa Claus?" One never knows what is in a child's mind and therefore; at times, an adult is un- prepared with an answer. However the woman felt perfectly justified in saying "Yes, Mary, there is a Santa Claus." She then went on to say that Santa Claus was the figurative per- sonality exemplified by the spirit of Christmas." to drop into homes late on Christ- mas eve. We found the room beauti- The spirit of Christmas is observed fully festooned and hung with bells in practically all countries. Old Santa etc. Thq children have he,ped to takes many different forms, but to decorate the tree and have gone to us he comes as a roly-poly old gentle- count sleep. Oft times stockings have man with long white hair and whisk- been hung before the fire -place or on ers, over his shoulder there is a a bed post. By this means the child - string of bells and a big sack filled ren can sometimes be kept quiet un- to overflowing with toys. He wears til at least it is somewhere near a red outfit trimmed with white and morning. How happy and jolly comes in a big cutter driven by rein everything looks and outwardly every deer. one feels. Then perhaps in the morn - How often, as children, we have ing one has gone hack to see that been put to bed early on Christmas Santa Claus did not overlook those Eve. Sleep of course was out of the particular homes. Usually at least question. We have lain on our cot one child is found playing one the and have listened and listened for 'floor with a train, track, engine and the patter of the reindeer and the cars. We said a child, but in many music of the sleigh bells. Did we instances it is the Dad who is doing ever hear them? Many were the the playing and the boy is looking puzzling questions which passed en. The same applies, to mechanical through our little brain. toys of almost any kind. We never Unfortunately in this world there seem to grow too ofd to share the joys of Christmas morning with the 4 , ,.rti. ,,«;«,.q»;«,F w F3«• r;« -,«r children. The girls of the home are quite often playin by themselves as ;t Tested t` si i tt; Recipes t_ 4.444444+14.:41.44:4 .545.14144014 RADIO STAR VIEWS CAKE BAILING AN IMPORTANT ART the mother has by tuns time begun to prepare the Christmas dinner. With what joy the different members eome to show you what Santa pas brought them. "How he even got down the chimney with all he left there will always remain a mystery." Now we will take a ttip on Obrist- mas Eve to another home, A5 we drive up hunting the number a dim light shines through the window. We Kate Smith, that level,, voice of the knock and the door is opened by a air, t knows about more than Just very poorly -clad woman We have to music. You can gather, can't you, invite ourselves in, and oh, the bleak - from her warm rich voice and friend- ness and barrenness of that home! Iy appearance, that she would just The family is living in one room. naturally be interested in homey There is no sign of any tree or de - things. Here is what she says about corations. One has to almost touch one important department of hone- the stove to feel that there is any malting: "You know, baking is just 1 heat in it at all. The father sits about the most appreciated art adejectedly in one corner df the room. woman can take up. To me, a cake) He tells of how he has tiled to get is as joyous in its way as a welt work, but without success The child - remembered song." ren are hanging on to the mother's Here is a grand cake which has , skirt and are staring wild-eyed at the Kate's approval. Enchanted Chocolate visitors. The whole picture is pathetic, Cake with Apricot Cream Topping, a beyond description. delieious combination of rieh flavor- ;