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The Wingham Advance Times, 1924-12-18, Page 16! 1 t'11%1. fi�,l'I'!!�l�l ImMyl�i vni i, a r."• It - odic Abe *tar I'itey followed the star night through;. As it moved with the xnidnight they ino'red too; .Aid cared not whither it led, nor knew; Till Christmas day in the morning. the whole And just at the dawn in the twilight shade; They' came to the stable, and, una- • fraid, Saw the blessed Babe in the manger. laid, On Christmas Day in the morning. We have followed the star a whole long year, And -watched its beacon, now faint, now clear, And it now stands still as we draw near. To Christmas Day in the morning.. And just as the wise men did of old, In the hush of the winter dawning cold,: We come to the stable, and behold The •Child on the Christmas morning. 0, Babe, once laid in the ox's bed, With never a pillow for thy head, Now throned in the highest heavens instead„ O Lord of the Christmas morning. Because we have known and have loved that star, And have followed it long and have followed it far, From the land where the shadows and darkness are, To find Thee on Christmas morning. Accept the gifts that we dare to bring Though worthless and poor the of- fering, And .help ' our souls to rise .and sing, In the joy of thy Christmas morning.. Cori tma aintie5 RIBBON CAKE cup :Crisco,_ x cups powdered su- gan,:4 eggs, 2 cups flour, 3 teaspoons baking powder, A- teaspoon salt, / cup milk; • s •teaspoon. vanilla. Cream Crisco and sugar together. Add beaten eggs and niix well Mix and sift flour, baking powder and salt and add alternately with the milk to the first mixture. Add vanilla. Di- vide,'the batter into 3 parts. To one part add pink coloring and to anoth- er add 3 tablespoons melted choco- late. Bake in 3 layers in a hot oven 4o� F. for 20 minutes. Put together with the following filling. cup' sugar, cupcocoa, 4 table- spoons flour, / . teaspoon salt, x egg, x cup scalded milk, / teaspoon vanilla. Mix sugar,' cocoa, . floor and salt and add beaten egg. Add the scalded milk slowly and mix. well. Cook in a double boiler until thick stirring constantly. Cool and acid vanilla. Ice top and sides with 2 cups con- fectioners' sugar mixed with just enough milk to make it the proper consistencyfor spreading. Flavor with 4i teaspoon vanilla. Sprinkle top. with chopped nuts. BANBURY TARTS Filling --Y cup raisins, cut fine, } cup currants, 4. figs, cut fine, 4 tab7e- spoons orange juke, i cup sugar, 2 teaspoons flour, : } cup English Wal- nuts, cut fine, 2 tablespoons water. Put raisins, currants, figs, and wa- ter in double boiler and cook ..20,min- utes. Then add orange juice. Mix f lour and sugar together, add to the mix- ture, mix well and cook 20 minutes longer. Take from fire and stir in nuts.This is enough for 25 tarts. This filling will keep a month in refriger- Pastry-3 cups flour, i cup Crisco, teaspoon salt, ice water. Cut Crisco into flour with a knife and use enough ice water to make a paste which clears the bowl. Roll and cut in 3 -inch squares. Put 2 teaspoon of filling in centre of each square, moisten edges with ice water, fold over making a 3 -cornered tart. Press edges closely together, crake ,i little slits in top with a knife; brush with rani k. Bake itt quick oven 35o degrees, about 20 minutes. Makes about 25 tarts. WONDERS 3 eggs, 3 tablespoons sugar, s tab- lespoons melted crisco, teaspoon salt, 2 caps flour, deep kettle of hot Crisco. Beat eggs very light. Add the su- gar and salt, then the crisco and gottr. Mix well, then add enough more flour to snake the batter stiff enough to roll. :R.o' very thin, Cut in 3 - inch squares; inake 3 slits in each: square up to j'inch of th edge; then drop in hot crisco 3Y5 to 385 degrees, or when a bread crumb browns in 40 seconds, pMvtq�#:11Laltl�,�tn7�wNai��wc� �< ",Ik��N�niiG, ULEp+a 4 Tl -Ilii CHTS CHRISTMAS A WISHING -TIME Here's a welcome to Wishing -Tune! A good word for Wishing -time! For Christmas -time is Wishing -time all the world over! Let it come to us in the white robes of winter- time—the intertime—the snow -man in the garden and the snowballs on the street; the skating on the lake and the frosty walk to church; the snap -dragons in the hall and the ghost -story in the flicker- ing fire -light! ' Or let it come to us as it conies beneath the Southern- stars, .in all the golden glory of high summer -time --a flutter of white dresses and red roses, a festival of strawberries and cream! In one respect, at least, the season neves changes. Come when it will it comes in a whirlwind of wishes. Sum- mer -time or winter -time, Christmas -time is Wishing-timel I welcome once more the world's great Wishing -time. I love to be out on the street on the night before Christ- mas. Last year, I remember, everybody was abroad. It was difficult to jostle one's way along. For the movements of the throng were not regular. Friends met friends; groups quickly formed, and the stream of traffic became blocked in consequence. But as I drifted along on the current of the crowd, and caught the fragments of conversation that fell upon my ears in passing, it occurred to nye that everybody was wishing. "Wish you a Merry Christmas!" "A Happy New Year!„ "Compliments of the Season!" Clearly, then, Christmas -time is Wishing -time! At this season of the year we all become experts in the art of wishing. If we do not do it well, it is certainly not for want of practice. We are at it from early morning until late at night. A seasonable greeting is tucked into the closing sentences of every letter that we write; every handshake is accom- panied by the expression of a timely wish;' and even if, in passing' each other on the streets, we do not pause to shake SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS What a wonderful spirit is this which meets us down on that margin where the years pass each other—one going and the other corning! •It laughs at distance, for the mind then can wing its way over, continents and seas that divide us. It starts pilgrimages in fancy, and reality, to the old home. It calls its roll and from faded pages it brings names that wexe almost forgotten. Indeed, names are called then that .one scarcely mentions from one year's end to another. It stops processions on the way to the cemetery of forgotten things, It awakens memory, and digs in the ashes of the past. It :breaks on mankind with the sound of bells, and lets in a flood of feeling that carries down the barriers ,of selfish- ness, and our little boats are loosened from their moorings. It is an earnest of redemption, and a reminder that the world is not altogether bad,for there is scarcely a doorway any- where then in Christendom which is not entered by a messen- ger of Love. Indeed, a channel has been worn in the world's year, and for these few days at least, the spirit of CHRIST fills it to the brim. Christmas should mean more to the surging tide of humanity than a day in which to receive gifts and favors; a day in which the home table is adorned with bounteous sup- plies of rich food and relishes; a day in which the homes of the fortunate are warmed by glowing fires and blended into warm colors by appropriate decoration. Christmas is nothing to you if this is what it means: The Christ gives all, without hope or promise of receiv- ing, Shall we receive all and give nothing? What about the unfortunate brother near you on whom Dame Fortune has not smiled? Offer the comfort of your fireside and the fruits of your labor to him on this, the Day of all Days. SANTA CLAUS THE VETERAN hands, we at least find time to toss our good wishes to each other asowe hurry on. A survey of the missives that, by morning, the postman brings, or a glance into any stationer's window, shows that all the resources of poetry and all the ingenuity of art have been exploited in order that our genius for wishing may find dainty and elegant expression. We flash out wishes with every nod of the head, with every .glance of the eye, with every stroke of the pen. We breathe out wishes as the flowers breathe fragrance. We radiate wishes as the stars radiate light. Christmas invariably comes in, and the Old Year goes out, to the accompaniment'of a perfect hurricane of wishes! There are wishes everywhere! PRAYER FOR CHRISTMAS PEACE Christmas peace is God's; and He must give it Himself, with His own hand, or we shall never get it. Go then to God Himself. Thou art His child, as Christmas Day declares. Be not afraid to go unto thy Father. , .Pray to Him; tell Him what thou wantest; Say, "Father, 1 am not moderate, rea- sonable, forbearing. I feel I cannot keep Christmas aright, for I have not a peaceful Christmas spirit in me; and 1 know that I shall never get it by thinking, and reading, and under- standing; for it passes all that, and lies far away beyond it, does peace, in the very essence of Thine undivided, unmoved, absolute, eternal Godhead, which no change nor decay of this created world, nor sin or folly of men, or devils, can alter; • but which abideth for ever what it is, in' perfect rest, and perfect power and perfect love. 0., Father, give me Thy Christmas Peace." --Charles Kingsley. Christmas Time! That man trust be a misanthrope in- deed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused—in whose inind some pleasant associations are not awakened -by the recurrence of Christman. ---Dickens.. What about the helpless, under-nournished infant to whom the cost of a cigar would mean a quart of wholesome milk, happiness and comfort? What about the widow, laboringto keep life and health in a large family? It might be your wife ten days or ten years hence. The price of a quart would bring ha.ppiiness to her home and fireside. Go out on this day; seek out the fallen, the poor and needy; comfort them as best you can. If it is only a good dinner you can give, give it freely and give it gladly. Give without thought of receiving in return; the gods will pot forget you. They never do. Make it not a "Merry Christmas," Brother, but a good Christmas for all mankind. A BEAUTIFUL SONG "0 little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie," was written by Phillips Brooks, the great American Bishop, who was as great a man as a preacher. He tried to live like Christ. As he walked up and down the streets of Boston he nodded to people here and there until the whole street seemed filled with sunshine. Not many people to -day read his ser- mons, but he lives in the hearts of old and young through this beautiful Christmas song. This song has probably been translated in forty-seven languages and in the remotest corners of the earth hearts break forth into joy. "How silently, how silently : The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven." In this hymn the beloved Bishop 13rooks will live and sing through many years, Birt littloctiebTOr a Cilblo rattle (Continued from page two) winked.. its myriad brilliant eyes, and roared and raged, but inside that dingy office there was peace. Suddenly the old man rose to his feet, carrying the child ten- derly. He passed out at the door crushing with his foot the penny pencil, He went into the brilliantly lighted "emporium" still carrying the sleeping child. He pressed. through the crowded aisles, and the people stopped itt their money -spending• to look at the hard -faced, old man and the beautiful child. On he went, through the crowd, ;past. astonished floor walkers, past worn and weariedclerks, to the mana- ger's office. There•sat a weeping woman, who sprang up with a cry at the sight of the red hood. _ He put the sleeping little one in her mother's arms and said; "Your little girl wandered into n-iy office about an hoar ago. It's lucky she did so." Oh, thank you, sir,, thank you! I was so afraid I had lost :her.. - How can I ever thank you?" sobbed the little mother. He turned away abruptly and addressed himself' to the manager. People seldom thanked him nowadays. . "How many clerks have you .in this establishment?" he asked. "Four hundred -odd, I think, just now," "How many of them have no :homes?" "Have no homes? I—do you 'mean how many live in boarding- houses?" "Yes, of course." "I can't say exactly; I suppose 3b per cent. of them. I'm one myself." "Thirty percent.—say 15o. I want you to find them out and invite everyone of them, yourself included, to a Christmas dinner at B—'s to -morrow at .x o'clock." • "Christmas dinner .-B—'s?" .gasped the manager. The larg- est restaurant in the city. "You heard me, didn't you? A Christmas dinner at i o'clock to -morrow. Given by me. Now do you understand?" "I think so.," • • "I'm. not crazy, I've just found my senses. At x o'clock the dinner will be on the table, I want to see every homeless one there. Good evening." And he walked out, leaving the' manager speechless with amazement. But he recovered and he at once set to work finding out the.boarding-horxse' inmates. The caterer held up his hands, appalled, when the order for dinner for iso people was presented him. "There must be turkey and cranberry sauce . and celery and mince pie," was the basis of the order. "I don't care what else you have, but-.get:,up a good dinner." ' ' "But, my dear sir, my dear sir, at this hour -why did .you not let me ltow? "B-ecause, I :didn't know myself. If you can't get up the din- ner, I'll go somewhere else!" "It is so late -I do not know if I can prepare-" "Bosh. Here," and the man filled up a check, tore it out of his book and extended it to the caterer. "Get up as good a dinner- to be a regular old-fashioned Christmas dinner -as you can. out of that. Have it on at ro'clock, and if you have any change left you.` might get some green folderols and decorate the room." With that the caterer found Himself alone, holding a check for $50o signed by one.of the greatest financial names in the country. • He went to work with a will, and by the appointed time his banquet hallwas garnished and set with tables for the required num- ber and the kitchen was in a turmoil over the big turkeys that were being cooked. At half -past twelve the guests began to appear. At a quarter" to one they were all there, when the host slipped quietly in, and as- certained that all was ready as he wanted it. Then he called the man- ager to him, and said: "Tell 'em to come in, and tell 'em to eat," and slipped away. He took his place at a table away off in a corner with a lot of pinch- ed boys who were bundle wrappers' in the great emporium. How he ,did enjoy that dinner! And how he ate turkey—more turkey than he had eaten in 2o—yes, in 4o years. The pinched boys ate until they were obliged to loosen their vests and gasp for breath, while the unc- tuous turkey gravy seemed to ooze out of their pores, and make them fat and glossy, Then, after the mince pie had been disposed of, the manager rose in his place and. made a speech, in which he said he was sorry that the host of the occasion was not, apparently, present. Had he known that his generous friend—for he felt him to be a 'friend--. would have so soon disappeared, he would have hung on to his coat tails and forced him to remain. But he knew that wherever their host was, the heartfelt thanks of the company would reach) him. It was hard, he said, for rational human beings to pass by Christmas without something to remind them of the day and its character. He: believed that very man, unless he was wholly bad had a feeling of reverence for the day; and for those who, like himself, had to spend it in the cheerless atmosphere of an average boarding house, it was indeed a privilege to be invited to such, a commenioration as this. In• conclusion, he said, he would propose a 'vote of thanks to their gen- erous host. All those in favor-- and the chorus of "ayes" shook the roof." The pinched boys in the corner shouted as loudly as they could, which was not very loud, for they were too full of turkey, . and then one of them nudged another, and pointed to the old man who sat back in the corner with his hand over his eyes. There were tears trickling down from under the hand and the mouth had, relaxed, and was no longer hard. 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