The Clinton News Record, 1940-12-12, Page 11'THURS., DEC. 12, 1940
THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD
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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.
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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,
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Is There a Santa Claus?
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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
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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- ;