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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1940-12-26, Page 6PAGE 6 r►: THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., DEC 26, T94.1 1 Read r And Write - For You (Copyright) By John C. Kirkwood "For unto you is born this day a Saviour". So sang the heavenly choir on the first Christmas Day. Saviours are needed, always, and thanks be to Heaven, Saviours are continually being born: Moses was a Saviour; so, too, was Abraham. So, too, were Joseph and Jacob and Paul. Abraham Lincoln was a Sav- iour; and Garibaldi, and Joan of Arc, and William Wallace and Robert ;Bruce and Cromwell, and Wellington, and the Earl of Shaftsbury, and Lister and Pasteur and Banting were likewise Saviours. Indeed, if you will read history, you will find hundreds of Saviours, and you will find :some of them to be very humble, even obscure, men and women. Florence Nightingale and Edith Cavell were humble and obscure until their mag- nificent self-sacrifice and heroism brought them fame. Many mission- aries, many doctors, many soldiers, many sailors, many botanists, many scientists became saviours.. Wilber- force was a saviour of negro slaves. The legendary Little Hero of Harlem was a saviour. It the world not full of mothers who are saviours - whose unstinted self-sacrifice and devotion have saved 'ask are savingnot alone the life of their sick children, but also the souls of their sons and daughters. Left to ourselves we tend toward evil. Prosperity and peace tend to corrupt us - to destroy the good and the noble in us - tend to destroy the virtues. Being creatures of flesh and blood - animals - we tend to become like animals. We are apt to forget that we have been created in the image of God, that we are under per- petual obligation to be godlike - to 'exhibit the -qualities of our Creator, and to be Ohristlike in both our mind and our behaviour. It is degrading ourselves when we strive to be any- thing short of the Divine Being for whose glory we were created. All.the evil and suffering and calamities of the world in both past and present times are a consequence of man's failure to live according to the re- quirements of the divine pattern. Many of us are trying to persuade, ourselves that the current war will purify us in thought, purpose and conduct. Perhaps it should, yet there l will be no mass or national better- ;ment of the way of life, in any 'bountry, apart from individual bet-� terment. The strange belief persists that a country can have a morality a 'mass morality - which i§ Dot de- j Pendent on the morality of its c'OM- ponent units - individuals. Here think of a story. A very good priest; was about to leave his parish, which I was a vineyard district in France., All the people agreed that their priest should be given something which would be an exhijeit of their goodwill j and esteem and regard, and they de-; tided to give their priest a barrel of wine; each person was to bring to , the barrel his quota of wine, which he himself would pour into the bar- rel. But one man thought that he could take a measure of water in-; stead of wine, and thee save his wine, Melte. 14 77,0 ark& When later the priest tapped the bar- rel which was given him, out of it canne only water! All+the people had the, same idea: each thought that he could cheat, without detection. Each was willing to be a cheater, imagin-, ing that all the others would be right- eous. Does it need to be said that the morals and ideals and practices of a nation, of a community, of a family, are, the sum of the morals, ideals and practices of the individuals who com- pose it? Is it not true, in our own experience, and according to our own observation, thatindividuals persuade themselves that they can do wrong, without detection and without hurt to their family;, community, country? All of us seem to forget that the strength of anything is no greater than the strength of its weakest cone ponent unit? The strength of a bridge, by way .of example, is no greater than the strength of the weakest rivet or bolt or bar used in its construction. Britain's history is a very bad one in regard to its treatment of its work- ers and its 'poor - perhaps no worse in history than that of all European counrties and of the United Sates; perhaps, also, of Canada. In every century of Britain's history there have been those of selfish and ruth- less spirit and ways, so making saviours needed. Perhaps I may be forgiven if I write of the mine -own- ers and manufacturers of 100 or so years ago who . employed child labor and who had to be compelled, by law, to mend their evil ways. Here is a picture of the lot of miners as it was in 1842. In, almost every district the employment of children was common. In -many pits children were'•employed at six, in some at, five, and in one case a baby of three was found to be employed. Even babies were taken down into the pits to keep the rats away from their father's food. Child- ren were also employed to push the small carriages filled with coal along the passages, and as the passages were often very low and narrow, it was necessary to use very small child- ren for this purpose. Even the young- est children had to work in a bent position. Another children's task 'was that of pumping water in the under bottom of nits, a task that kept child- ren standing ankle-deep in water for 12 hours. In some cases girls of six carried 1/2 -ton of coal. The hours worked by children were seldom less than 12; they were Often 16E and in seine eases children remained in the pits for 36 hours, while working double shifts. There were bills in which the children never went home during the whole 24 hours. Between• shifts they lay down on the floors. Human safety counted for nothing in the minds of the proprietors of the mines, and accidents were common even in best -managed pits. The worst victims were workhouse apprentices, found from the age of eight or nine for 12 years. tc'&wca JUST LIKE CAN AO A'S elerffee�r PLAYGROON0 Let us look at the lot of the "climb- ing boy" - the chimney sweeps, Year after year children were bought and sold to a life of dirt and "suffering, ended for many of them by a revolt- ing form of cancer due directly toy their occupation. Children of 41/4, at 6, were employed in sweeping chim- neys. Six was described as being "a nice trainable age." Nottingham, with its narrow chimneys, was famous for climbing boys. A Nottingham boy was worth more to sell. Here are some individual stories of climbing boys: A child 6 was forced to go, for the second d t` � o time, into a hot flue at a chemical works. He screamed and sobbed, bat in vain. Finally he was taken out half asphyxiated, thrown in straw andcruel, beaten y lin the hope that he might be beaten back to consciousness. Soon after he died tit convulsions. A boy aged seven and a half was sent up the flue of a !fernery, and was taken out dead fif- then minutes later. A child of ten was sold five times over. He was la clever worker, and although unable to walk, owing to his injuries, he had I cleaned 'no fewer than twelve chim- ,, neys on a single day. A boy of ten '41 became jammed in a chimney, below ' which a fire was smouldering. He was ultimately torn down by two pea - 1 ple, and died in agony a few hours is 1later. About 4000 children were eine i' of Commons threw out the Chimney - to ped as chimney sweeps. P Y y s As late r n, ifre 1 as 1854 the Government in the House ` For rest or play—Vancouver and Sweepers Bill. d enjoyable winter vacation. 1 dreadful lot of children employed in the world. Christmas is intended to remind us, in special ways, that saviours are be ing provided to redress human wrongs, and to restore righteousness on the earth. The Heaods and the Hitters may decree slaughter, yet al- ways they 'fail in their evil plottings. They can bring misery and sorrow and death, yet they cannot finally triumph, Always there is the assur ante that a Saviour is born into this world, to give it, in the end, Peace. Victoria are i eat for a .thoroughly ! I shall not speak of the equally WINDBREAKS MEAN TREES (Experimental Farms News) Everyone has experienced the com- fort of a windbreak on a cold windy winter's day. It is enough to say that the sheltered areas seem very much warmer than the windswept ones. Such shelter around the farm building would seem to be a neces- sity, states E. T. Goring, Dominion Experimental Station, Kapuskasing. Ont. How can this shelter be built up? The only practical windbreak is by planting trees. 'Broad belts of trees planted on the sides from which the prevailing winds blow stop the icy blasts and maintain in their lee a calm in which life can be lived in comfort. Trees differ in their value for this purpose.. Evergreens are the best. They present the greatest resistance to the passage of air and thus stop it most effectively. Unfortunately they are slow growing and take some years to provide shelter. Deciduous trees such as poplars grow quickly but offer less resist- ance to the wind. They will be quite satisfactory if planted in a broad enough belt. Perhaps the best wind- break can be made up of a mixture of trees such as spruce and poplars. By alternating the trees in the rows and staggering the rows, effective protection can be built up in a com- paratively short time. The quick growing short lived poplars give early protection. When they reach maturity and begin to die, the slower growing evergreens are ready to take their place. No matter what the conditions are, some trees can usually be found to suit .them. Warmdaysandcoolrefreshingnights. the cotton and the woollen mills et Excellent goif cour sseaem yria sights, ' Britain. What I want to impress is: in the mountains and by the seashore. ' Riding, tennis, motoring,fishing... British industrialists 100 years ago - Canada's Evergreen Playground offers with, of course, some notable excep- them all, in an unexcelled setting" tions had no compassion, but were Special Winter rates at hotels. The more •than readyto have their lust new Hotel Vancouver's spacious rooms and delightful accommoda- for profits devour little children. tions will add to the pleasure of your 1 But saviours were being born to stay in Vancouver. I have children .delivered from their in - ATTRACTIVE RAIL FARES 'human bandage, and outstanding among these men was Anthony Ash- ley Cooper, '7th Earl of Shatesbury. You can read about him in a Penguin Reducer/ sleehirrg.carfares.. , book, "Lord Shaftesbury" by J. L. Low meal rates on train,. and Barbara Hammond. TRAVEL WEST THE JASPER WAY USING THE AIR.CONDITIONED CONTINENTAL LIMITED Pall info:nation Iron any ticket agent WHAT ARE THE GOALS? Part of an address by Lewis Mum- ford, noted American author, to the people of Canada on Sunday Dec. 1st, over CBC: What, then, are the minimum goals that we must set ourselves? Let me begin with the negative conditions; and first, we cannot live in a world that is part totalitarian and part free. There is no possibility of se - m -Hy in such a world. There is no possibility of co-operation in such a world. Two systems of ideas are now at war; they are fighting for the right to organize the world, as the armies of the Christians and the Saracens when they met on the bat- tlefield of Tours were struggling for the narrower right to organize Eur- ope. This is a knock -down fight be- tween these two ideas. If the total- itarian states win, the nations of the world will one by one be enslaved and looted for the benefit of their barbarian conquerors, as Czecho- Slovakia, Poland, Denmark, and every other conquered territory in Europe has already been enslaved and looted. 1,1 the English-speaking democracies win, our task will bre, not the restate.- tion est te.-tion of the world that existed before 1.030, nor even the restoration of the world before 1914. It will be nothing less than the establishment of a de- mocratic world society in which each nation and region will play a co-oper- ative part. Nothing less than a world union will justify the losses and the sacrifices of the present war, and no effective. world union can be envisaged except one between peoples who speak the same P ofitsct1 language and practice the the same kind of loyalty to moral right and to objective truth. This means that if the English-speaking democracies emerge trimphant from the ordeal of 'battle, they will have to assume the iiihperative task of or- ganizing life on a democratic and co- operative basis throughout the planet. No other peoples will have the neces- sary combination of moral authority and physical power. We cannot con- tinue to view with tolerance or in- difference the continuation of obsol- ete systems of government, the pre- valence of barbaric ideas of public order and right, and we cannot admit the possibility of active collaboration with governments that do not rest on the free consent of the governed. And thegoverned,in turn, this means that , shall be equipped by adequate educa- tion and by the institutions of free speech and free assemblage and free criticism to accept the full measure of their responsibility. Effective world. organization, in other words, demands a community of equals. Second, we cannot live in a world that permits nations to be suppressed or mutilated or wiped out of exist- ence, or treated as hewers of wood and carriers ofwatsr for the benefit of some master nation. But neither can we live under an order in which nations proclaim for themselves the right of absolute independence af ac- tion and moral authority and political power of the rest of mankind. The notions of national sovereignty and national isolation go together. They are both insolent fictions that contra- dict the real condition under which human 12eings and communities act- ually live. No human being can live to himself. To attempt this, as Aris- totle once said, man must be either. a brute or a god. ALWAYS USE CANADIAN NATIONAL TELEGRAPHS — MONEY ORDERS—EXPRESS SPEED, DEPENDABILITY, SAFETY This contribution to the News -Re - 1 cord is not a vary cheerful one, yet I have written to make my point that i always saviours are needed in the world and always are being born into Some Christmas Stories 1ft 5. st MOtgROCMD gatere 71s1W: W 1J M.k✓'A aT.l IWSACv'a; Christmas Invitation By Katherine Edelman JACK TRESLAR hunched his broad shoulders deeper into the big chair, turning a -new'page of his book. He was reading a Christmas story, trying hard to become ab- sorbed in the tale. A sharp ring from the telephone brought him to his feet. Who could be calling him on Christmas eve? A strange voice responded to his "hello." "I hate to bother you on Christmas . eve, Mr. Treslar. But f'm ringing up to ask if it would be jossible for you to come and spend Christmas with me. My name is Bevan Willers. I live out at Rich- ,nond. I have a big home, and—" "But—but I don't even know you, Mr. Willers. There must be some mistake." "I want you!" the low voice was. 'mphatic. "Will you come or not?" Jack repressed a quick exclama- tion. "I—I had thought of spending. Christmas—" he began. "Wouldn't it be possible to changd your plans? I have a feeling they could be side-tracked easily." Jack thought of the lonely Christ- mas he had been anticipating. Aft - Ile ascended the steps leading is ._e massive door. -• e11, there rnii lit be something to his unusual invitation. "You are right about my plans," ne admitted. "They are rather in ,he air. But—but going to spend Christmas with an utter stranger teak me back for a moment," "That's why I thought you might :one." There was a note of disap- iointment in' Bevan Willers' voice "I probably got the wrong man, however." Jack thought again of the lonely Christmas before him. And before ne could debate the question, he heard a voice inside of him answer - :ng. calling through the wire to Rich- mond, "You got the right man, Mr eeillers. I''m coming. ` .:,aur later, bather? ;:,,u utebbed :reek Tresser was speeding along the frosted highway to Richmond, Fa lowing the detailed instructions that had been given him, Jack found the tong winding drive leading frern the roadway. What a secluded, ghostly place, he thought, as he drove un- der the snow -sprinkled trees. EVAN WILLERS was waiting, In Lj the dim light from the chande- lier, his tall bent figure seemed gro• tesque.. "I have let the servants away for the evening," he said, his bonyhand motioning toward rd the end of the shadowed ed hall. Jack Treslar felt a twinge of fear as he followed. Here he was—alone in the house with this strange old man. Anything could happen. There wasn't another residence within blocks. Then, his adventurous spir- it reasserted itself, and he looked smilingly across the table at Bevan Willers. "Well, what's it all about?" A dead silence was the only an- swer. Gray eyes under heavy bris- tling brows stared at him intently. Jack stared back unflinchingly. Then a hearty laugh rang through the library. With amazement Jack saw the old man straighten up in his chair. Years seemed to fall off his shoulders. The twisted, gro- tesque appearance vanished as if by magic. He spoke quietly. "I'm not crazy," he began; "I'm just a lonely old fellow, ticketed as a sort of recluse. The true facts are that I've been trying for years to write. Yesterday I got word that a story of mine had been accepted." "But I still don't understand your strange invitation, and—" Jack in- terrupted. "I'm coming to that," Bevan Wil- lers continued. "The hero of my book is a daring, adventurous fel- low. A man willing to answer a strange call that came in the night. I got intrigued with the fellow, and. began thinking. Wondering if there was any young fellow who would act as he had done. So I rang the first hotel that came to mind and described my hero. Young, unmar- ried, interesting sort of chap. Pre- tended his name had slipped my mind for the moment. They con- nected me with your room, You know the rest." Jack stretched out his long arm across the desk, and gripped the old man's hand. "Now that I''m here, Mr. Willers, do you still believe you have got the right man." There was wistful entreaty in his dark eyes. "i don't just think—I'm absolute- ly positive." A Christmas Snowstorm --0 By Sarah Jane Clark. THREE hours late, the snow bound train reached Chicago Mary Lou gathered her baggage to gether and took the bus across to the other station, to find her con- necting train had left on schedule. The folks would drive in to town to meet the train unless she could head them off. Her message put through, Mary Lou sank down on one of the benches to collect her thoughts and make herr plans until train time, Five o'clock, and no train until 9:30 the next morning. "Going out soon?" a cheery voice near her asked. She looked up to find the chief usher standing beside her. A middle-aged, friendly look- ing fellow. Mary Lou told him of her missed connections. "Here, Eddie, look at this!" a red cap interrupted her story. He was leading a three-year-old child, a dear little girl with big blue eyes and yellow curls. "What are you doing with the kid? Is she lost?" Eddie asked sharply, turning away from Mary Lou. "Might as well be. She came in from Denver, in charge of the stew- ardess. They missed the train north, and the stewardess is celebrating Christmas by having her appendix out, emergency case. They told me to turn the kid over to you," the boy grinned as he handed her over to the chief usher. Eddie took her clumsily. "See here, what can a bachelor like me do with a kid like this?" He looked appealingly at Mary Lou. Mary Lou's eyes filled with tears. Then she held out her arms toward the youngster. "What is your name, dear?" she asked. "Annette Pollard. I am three years old and I am going from Chey- enne tc Rio, Wisconsin, to my grand- ma Poland.. My daddy is there." It nes a lesson she had been taught. Mary Lou held her close. "I had a little girl almost as old as Annette Yuletide Shower —.— By Elizabeth Eastman 61 WISH we could do something exciting — something dilieren it Christmas." Peggy looped out a he winter landscape as she. spoke "For instance?" Vivian Clark :lanced up from the magazine. "Something like making someone erribly, tremendously. happy." Peg- ty carne closer to her sister as she answered, and Vivian saw that she was very much in esarnest. "I've been thinking," Peggy went in, "how wonderful it would be to cring something thrilling — some- 'hing unforgettable -into someone's efe. I don't mean like helping with he baskets and the entertainments at the church; we've always done that; but a sort of special some• .hing, for one particular person." For a minute youthful voices sur- rendered to silence. The gay little :lock on the dresser made audible sound. Suddenly Peggy jumped to ser feet. "I've thought of some• thing!" she cried breathlessly. "something really different! You know Sara Werby—she's been an in- valid for 10 years—shut in from the world except for a few friends who run in every now and then." "But what can we do for her? We do visit her occasionally, and have always taken her a little Christmas gift. You know she's much too proud to accept charity." "Who's talking of charity? What 1 have in mind is something that will just thrill her. I'm going to write to Mona Muir—you know, she runs that department on the Star—and I'm going to tell her how wonderful Sara has been, and ask a card show- er for her." Vivian whistled through her teeth. "Well, that is a grand idea, Peggy. I know she'll be thrilled." "She's bound to be! Think of the postman stopping with loads and loads of mail every day." Peggy's blue eyes were dancing. "But suppose people don't write? You know how busy everyone is at Christmas," Vivian's face reflected the doubt in .her words. "But they will write," Peggy's voice was emphatic. "I'm going to hold the thought 'that Sara Werby will be just swamped with mall." TOGETHER they penned the let- ter to Mona Muir on the big city paper. Later, between snatches of shopping, they discussed the possi- ble number of cards and letters that would be delivered at the lit- tle cottage on Bank street. They both seemed to he more concerned Mary Lou heard the voice of An- acilee'£ `ee.her, when she ,iis,d," she said brokenly to Eddie. "Let me keep the child tonight, and take her to her home I missed the same train she did." Eddie studied her face. What he. aw satiefied him, Still he hesitated `or a moment, "That sounds good to me. But I`d better get the con- ductor to authorize it." ' IT WAS soon decided that Mary Lou should keep her. But she must not Ieave the station. "It won't be very comfortable for ou ma'am, , but the kid can curl up on a bench here and be dead to the world in no time. There are some rocking ` chairs in the far room there. Why, of course there are some cots there,. and baby beds." "We ought to telephone the child's relatives," Mary Lou suggested. ' "Of course we should. Here is the address and telephone number. You do it for me, will you, please, ma'am? I've got my last minute shopping to do. I'm mighty glad you came in on this train. Eddie'll take the kid while you telephone to Rio," and the conductor was off, after turning over the child's money to Mary Lou. But not until Mary Lou had made him promise to send a big doll back for the child's Christmas. "We'll let Annette say hello to her caddy herself, if she wants to," Mary Lou exclaimed. And so it was done. Mary Lou heard the voice. of Annette's father, tense with concern, and then joyful as he realized where his baby was and heard her childish treble over the .phone. "Her moth- er's parents sent her back here to have Christmas with me. Her moth• er died two years ago," he added. The sun was shining dazzlingly bright the next morning when the train stopped at Rio, The red-haired mac who was waiting expectantly un the platform had only time to thank Mary Lou and get her ad- dress, before the train pulled out .eaving him holding Annette as she waved a good -by to Mary Lou. But the trip home was much eas•• .er. Mary Lou forgot the burning Dain at the loss of her own little laughter, the aching loneliness since ter own husband's death, as she remembered the soft kis of the oaby lips of the motherless chile rho had been In her charge the ,iighi befnre. And tate look h. the face of Annette's. daddy made het sure she would see Annette 'soon, "I've thought of something!" she cried breathlessly. with what Sara Werby was going to ,receive than about what they them- selves were going to get. "It's funny how doing something for others gets a hold of you," Viv- ian ivian said one day; "I wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as you at first, Peg- gy; now I believe I'm even more eager." But their real happiness came on Christmas eve when they stood by Sara Werby's bed and saw the radi- ance upon her face. Stacks of let- ters, cards, and packages were piled everywhere, with postmarks from almost every state in the Union. "It's the most thrilling thing that ever happened in my life," Sara told them. "I never knew there were so many wonderful people in the world. It will take me weeks and weeks to answer them all. but it's going to be loads of fun." Her brown eyes sparkled like a girl's. "1 imagine some of them will de- velop into e-velopinto lasting friends," Peggy ventured. "Vivian and I are so happy about it' all—in fact, I think we're just about as excited as you are." "You're pretty happy then," Sara Werby whispered softly, "for 1 don't believe there is anyone—anywhere —who is going to have a more thrill- ing Christmas than mine." Outdoor Christmas Trees Outdoor Christmas trees are not new. When in Alsace the folk there will tell you of St. Florentine, who centuries ago went out into the woods at Christmas time and placed lights, probably candles, on the trees. A Straw for Remembrance Reminding gay celebrants of the poverty of the Christ Child, Christ- mas feasts in Poland always have a piece of straw sticking out from un- der the diningtable cloth. Christmas Play By Katherine Edelman THE town hall was wreathed with holly and mistletoe. Bright red bells hung from the old-fashioned chandeliers. Christmas candles sent their soft glow into the night. The whole place cried out welcome to the crowd who thronged through the• doors. By eight o'clock every seat was occupied. Small gossip and mur- murs of expectancy ran through the - crowd. The little town was proud of the boy who was taking the lead- ing part in the play. They had known Ted Rawlings all their lives. Known him as an easy-going lad, in. . terested in nothing more than fish- ing and hunting around the coun- try, and later as an astonishingly changed ambitious fellow. No one • seemed to understand how the quick transition occurred. All eyes turned to the stage as the heavy curtain rolled upward. Three hundred pairs of eyes fastened themselves upon the moving, speak- • ing figures. Isn't Ted wonderful," young girls whispered breathlessly to each other. Between acts, thud-. "Ted, you were perfectly wonder. • ful," Sally was saying. .derous bursts of applause filled tha• room. Hands clapped with vehe mence. Small boys made their ap- proval pproval known by shrill whistling. Ted carried the audience with him, every step of the way. He seemed to enter, to merge himself completely in the character he por- trayed. His make-believe was so in- tense in the last act, that there was a deep silence for a moment when the final curtain fell. FOR the time it was no make- believe to Ted. He was living again all the agony of parting, of seeing Sally Howard go away with- out a word. He had been sure until her train pulled out that she would Wine and say how sorry she was for the bitter, reproachful words she had hurled at him. Words that had left their mark upon his soul— that had stung him into a mad, am- bitious desire to show her what he could do. He found no real satisfaction in the tumultuous applause that fol- lowed. In this hour of his triumph, his heart cried out for Sally. If only she was here! If only she had cared! He scarcely knew what he was saying in answer to the lavish congratulations. Suddenly small hands pressed tightly around his arm, and a re- membered voice spoke in his ear. "Ted, you were perfectly wonder- ful," Sall was saying, wonderful , I'm soproud—so proud . wonderful, of you." "But, Sally, I don't understand. I thought you were in New York." "I was, until last night. I've been . keeping track of you. I knew all about the play, and—and the way you have been working lately. I. wouldn't have missed this for any- thing in the world." "But the things you said, Sally? ' They hurt—they still do." "I wanted them to hurt, Ted. Z : know -I know it was cruel, but there seemed no other way. Someone had to give you the right kind of push to get you going. You know you .. were really lazy? But now, well, you've really put on speed." "Nothing like the speed I'm go- ing to show in getting ready for a Christmas wedding. There's just . two days left. We've got to make it . a really big event. Let's give out the announcement now—while the crowd is still in the hall." The First Santa Claus The first Santa Claus was St. Nich- olas, Bishop of Myra, who started. mysterious midnight gift -bearing journeys. In the Fourth century he . was famous because he was a rich man who enjoyed giving secret gifts to the poor, One of his tricks was to throw purses of gold into cottage windows and run away. From Europe's Christmas Menu Take your choice of Christmas eats: Plum pudding in England, Pfeffernuesse in Germany, Vier - knack in Denmark, Fatigmares Bak- kels in Norway, Horse-shoe. cake in. Hungary, Speculaas in Holland, and Lutfisk is Sweden. Getting a Shoeful in•Holland Not .00 reindeer but on a White- horse, St. Nicholas arrives-in.some• parts of Rolland, and instead of look- ing for stockings he searches for - wooden shoes to fill.them, with' gifts.: