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The Clinton News Record, 1938-12-22, Page 6.PAGE 6 THE CLINTON NEWS-RECORO ww,,,mmoyalownlitiqp.a.yeigartem in A 7- ro /fir -4/ Movie From Handel's "Meesialt" In Special Christmas Broadcaet The Canadian Broadcasting Corp oration announces, as a special Christ- mas broadcast for listeners to its xuttional network, a performance of Part the First of Handel's "Messiah" one of the majestic works in the his- tory of music and sometimes called the "King of Oratorios". The broad- cast, on Sunday, December 25, 9.09 to 10.00 p.m. EST, will be given be- fore an invited audience in: Convo- cation Hall 'University of Toronto. It will present ' the lVfendelssohn Choir of Toronto, supported by orchestra and soloists, under the leadership of Dr, II. A. Pricker. Charles Warburt- on, guest producer of CBC's Shake- spearian cycle, vvill act as "lector" and the soloists will be Eileen Law, contralto; Frances James soprano and Albert Kennedy, baritone. The pro- gramme will be produced by John Adaskin. Written by George Frederick Han- del in 1741, the "Messiah" was given its premiere in Ireland the following year and its first pereormance in London on March 23, 1743. During the London performance, when the music reached the "Hallelujah Chorus", the King (George 11) rose to his feet in: tribute to the majesty of the work. This precedent has been followed, with few exceptions, ever since. Handel wrote two Italian oratorios and one German oratorio before com- posing any of his seventeen EnglIsh works he that form. He first went from Germany, his native land, to England in 1710. There he reMained to enjoy honour and affluence for the fast of his life and to add some of the richest pages to the realm of music that any man. has penned. It has been said that nothing more beautiful has ever been written than the reiterated major chords which succeed the wailing minor of the over- ture in the introductory symphony to "Comfort Ye My People." In addition to Part the First Dr. Pricker will present the Choir and soloists in the "Hallelujah Chorus" which first caused a King to stand in homage and which bee inspired audiences wherever its has been per- formed since that day. Hall, Toronto, on Tuesday, December 27. The concert, which will be brelat- cast to the national network of the CBC, will be heard between 9.30 :sad 10.30 Pm. EST under the conductor- ship of Sir Ernest MacMillan. William Morton, tenor; Amy Fleming, contral- to and Erie Tree.dwell, baritone, will be the soloists. Dr. Healey Willsui will play the cembalo, anrthe produc- tion will be by John Adaskin. ' The "Christmas Oratorio", to be broadcast for the first time in Canada was written by Johann Sebastian Bach in 1734, for his owe choir at St. Thoxnas church in Leipzig. It is, in reality, a series of six cantatas, the first two which will be presented by Sir Ernest. They were conceived in order that one Would he performed for Christmas Day, one for each of the two days following, and one each for New Yards DaySfor %he first , Sunday in the new year and for the first Sunday in Epiphany. The Orriterio tells the story of the birth of Christ as related in the New Testament by St. Matthew and St. Luke. The first cantata ,deals with the journey of Mary mid Joseph to Jerusalem to enroll for the Roman census and the music suggests also the joyous mood of the Christmas Festival. The emend cantata tells of the shepherds in the fields and the coming of the Angel to announce the birth a the Christ child with the Promise to all men. Belgian Organist To Play Yuletide Music The spirit of Christmas, expressed through the eloquent tones of a mast- eeful instrument, will be presented Christmas Day, Sunday, December 25, 1200,to 12.30 p.m. EsT by the Belgian organist Dr. Charles M. Cour- boin, when he is heard over CBC's national network from MBS, New York. Among the compositions to he in- cluded are, "March of the Magi Kings", "Noel Breton", "Silent Night" and "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing," . Performing at the console of the organ in the auditorium of the Ameri- can Academy of Arts and Letters in New York City, Dr. Courhoin will, in addition, be heard in his native Belg- ium, where the short-wave relay will he rebroadcast in Brussels. "Christmas Oratorio" to be Broadcast from the Vatican An impressive programme of sacred music, all from Part 11 of Dom Lor- enzo Perosi's "Christmas Oratorio", will be rebroadcast by the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation direct from the Vatican at Rome, Italy, on Christ- mas day, December 25, 1.00 to 145 p.m. EST. The broadcast will be und- er the direction of Father Perosi, the composer of the work. Father Perosi, who was appointed "Perpetual Master of the Pontifical Chapel" by Pope Piue X in 1905, will direct the famous Sistine Chapel Choir, of which he has been musical , director for 40 years. In addition,' the programme will peesent Christ- mas music by Palestina. The Red- den Radio. Corporation's Orchestra and as group of soloists also will be heard. • Bach's Christmas Oratorio on OW Tuesday December 27 The Toesento Conservatory Choir of 200•voices, an orchestra comprised. of 50 members of the Toronto Symphony Orchestra and four vocal soloixA will be heard in the' special performance ssof Cantatas One and Two. of Bch's '".Christina,s Oratorio" at Convocation "Snow White" to be Boxing Day Feature of CBC Network All the elements of comedy, trag- edy, song- and °gaity which made the children's fantasy, °Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs," a favourite adult 'motion picture will be recaptured dur- ing the first full-length radio drama- tization of the Walt Disney produc- tion, over CBC's commercial network Monday, December 26, 9.00 to 10.00 p.m. EST from Columbia's Hollywood ICrowding around the microphone will be the jocular "Happy", the 'spasmodic "Sneezy", the blushing I"Bashful", the dour "Grumpy", com- placent old "Doe", somnambulant "Sleepy" and the cat's -got -his -tongue "Dopey", who will keep in character ' by not saying a word. IThe year's puzzler for radio pro- duction men—how to make "Dopey" Ia radio character—has been solved by the simple expedient of a bell around his neck. This guarantee that he will be able to satisfy all his fans by appearing on the broadcast. When- ever "Dopey" ib involved in the pro- gramme a little bell will tinkle. The dramatization, presented under the direction of Cecil B. DeMille, will have Walt Disney on hand in case the dsvarfs become unmanageable. Lou Silvers' Orchestra will contribute the musical background, SON OP GODERICH CLERGYMAN DIES IN MONTREAL Jerry Calder, aged 23 years, son of Rev. A. C. and Mrs. Calder, of God- erich, died in a Montreal hospital on Wednesday, December 14th. The young nsan was widely known as an outstanding athlete. He played football at Chatham prim; to the time his parents moved to Godevieh and also starred on the Chatham Cricket team. He was' also, proficient in many other foems of sp,ort, and was active in A.Y.P.A. work and in amateur dramatics. Of late he had been employed in the publicity de- partment of a Montreal firm. Surviving are his parents, els* three •brothers, Franklin and Jack, Toronto, and Philip at home; two, sist- ers, Mary and Marjorie of St. Jos- eph's Hospital, London. Attended by dignitariee of the Church of England, a large congrega- tion representative of every walk of life, the impressive funeral service Was held in St. George's church, God- erich, on Saturday. The service was conducted by Rev. W. T. Doherty. Arehdeacon of London, assisted by Ven. Archdeacon, Perkins, of Chat- ham; Rev. 'W. Bugler, of )3ayfield. Rural Dean; and Rev, Mr. Gallagher of Winghem. Interment was matte in Maitland cemetery, tatEiottwNote abesoutchlitsTtnahe sfolsiowtaiknegm neirot" Chr mas Meditation ist George Giseing's "The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft" an English classic', first Printed in 1903. George Gissing was a distinguished Brieisiti novelist whOse books continue to be read by the disconcerning feW. The Christmas bells drew me loath this -morning. With but half -formed purpose I walked through soft, hazy sunshine toWarde the city, and came into the cathedral Close, and after lingering awhile, heard the first notes of the organ, and so entered. r believe that it is more than thirty years since I was in an English church on Christmas Day. The old time and the old faces lived again for me: I saw myself on the far Side of the abyss of years—that self which is not Myself at all though I mark points of kindred between the beings of then and now. ' He who in that other world sat to hear the Christmas gospel either heeded it not at all— rapt in his own vision—or listened only as one i n whose blood was heresy. He loved the notes of the organ, but, even in his childish mind, distinguished • clearly between the music and its local motive. More than that: he could separate the melody of word and of thought from their dogmatic significance, enjoying the one whilst wholly rejecting the other. "On earth peace, goodwill to men" —already that line was among the treasures of his intellect, but only, no doubt, because of its rhythm, its sop- ority. Life to him was a half-con- scious striving for the harmonic in thought and speech --- and through what a tumult of unmelodious circum- stance was he beginning to fight his way! - Today I listen with no heretical promptings. The music, whether of organ or of word, is more to me than ever. The literal meaning causes me no restiveness. I felt only glad that I had yielded to the summons of the Christmas bells. I sat among a con- gregation of shadows, not in the great cathedral, but in a little parish church far from here. When I came forth, it astonished me to see the softly radiant sky, and no 'tread on the moist earth. My dream expected a wind-swept canopy of cold grey, .and all beneath it the gleam of new -fallen snow. It is a piety to turn a while and live with the dead, "end who can so well indulge it as he whose Christma,s is passed in no unhappy solitude? I would not now, if I might, be one of a joyous company. It is better tc hear the long -silent voices, and to smile at happy things which I alone remember. When I was scarce old enough to understand I heard read by the fireside the Christmas stanzas of "In Memoriam". Tonight I have taken down the volume, and the voice of so long ago has read to me once again—read as no other voice ever did—that voice which taught me to know poetry—the voice which never spoke to me but of good and noble things. Would I have those accents overborne by a living tongue, how- ever svelcome its sound at another time? palously I guard my Christ- mas solitude. Christmas Trees for Unite'd • States Christmas For years Canada lies been the only important exporter of Christ- mas trees to the chief northeastern cities of the United States, although in, 1937 quantities of Newfoundland trees made their appearance in. Chic- ago, shipped through Montreal and Philadelphia. Most of the Canadian trees impotted into the United States are shipped by rail, bath in open flat ears and in box cars. The box cars do not hold so many trees as the open cars, but because the trees in the box ears cannot be strapped down they arrive at their destinations in better condition; For this reason, the trend has been the greater use of box cars. It is estimated that the flat open ears carry b.etween 450 to 550 bundles, as compared with 325 to 375 bundles in the box cars. There is a small movement by boat, but many dealerdo not favour this method on account of the possibility of heating. New York is the most important outlet for tne Christmas trees, but nearly every large eastern etty, particularly Pliiladellphia, De- troit,. Pittsburg, Cleveland •and Chi- cago, accounts for substantial quant- ities. The Nova Scotia halsam is prefer- red to all others, although balsam firs from, New Brunswick and Quebec have large sales. Spruce is little used, especially in New York, and it brings prices considerably under those for balsam. Douglas fir Christ- mas trees are also imported from British Columbia by the 'United States and come as far east as Cleveland. Trees must be put up in bundles, the number to each bundles depending on size. Bundles may eonsist of one to seven trees, with sizes of 5 te 6 feet high representing the bulk of the trade. For the 1937 Christmas, 5,299,295 trees were exported to the United Stakes, the number exported inereasing year by year. Many farmers in ehe 'districts where evergreen trees grow which are used as Christmas trees, benefit by th1 trade 3..gmarxmov-v:giNtA=mcwsx:40 Journey to Bethlehem Not Like Today'siTravel ,:743'Pzam>1•4,zzoigaggyafxxtpsAmrsso ccusTomEn to dur swift and modem:, transisortation, it is difecelt to visualize the hard- ships -Of that journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem, or the great fatigue end weariness suffered by May and foseph. Consternation filled their hearts at tbe deeree of Caesar; yet tbere was nothing to do but obey the summons. They rnust make the tong, tiresome journey and at oece!" No shining motor car waited out- side their gate; no silver -winged plane stood throbbing in a nearby field; not even the meanest ox -cart was available. While others rode by in gorgeous caravans, a patient little donkey was their only means of transportation. We can imagine the tall and bearded Joseph leading the animal along, glancing back ev- ery now and then with, words of cheer and encouragement for Mary, or pointing out some landmark along the way. Behind them now was the Sea of Galilee and Mt. Tabor. Through the plain of Estraleon they labored; then came the rough and uneven trail through Samaria, where even the sure-footed donkey stumbled at times. To the west, the Jordan ran its course, to empty farther south into the Dead sea. Along their way they passed many places whose names would be known and revered around the world in the dim future . Did Mary have a vision as she went by that one day the Son whom she was about to bear would go up and down this country preacn- ing a new Gospel of love and peace and hope for man, and that His birth would be held in happy and blessed remembrance by all the peoples of the earth until time would be no more?—Katherine Edelman. ihisrAirsiSnasoic/cRiMraiscargir*SYMICAN First Christmas Carol When Christ Was Born ifSleMiclairiallsiMIRIFMMOMMIKERM, CHRISTMAS is the time when men are drawn together in a great unity. 1,2uch of this may be attributed to our response to fa- miliar songs, sung year after year to commemorate the advent of a little Child on earth. The first Christmas carol ever heard, we like to believe, came over the fields of Bethlehem, when Christ was born— "Glory be to God on high, and on earth, peace, good will toward men." But it was 1,200 years later that St. Francis of Assisi and his broth- ers took up the singing in public of carols at Christmas to combat the unbelief of their time. With lighted tapers they went about the streets of the small Italian village pouring out their hearts in songs of praise. In the 800 years since then the singing of Christmas carols has gone around the world. Wherever Christienity is known carol singing follows, t, The simple vision of a mother lulling her babe to sleep gives Christmas music its strength. Some sing as a tribute to their religious faith, others as a custom they en- joy. But whatever the reason, the important thing is that more and more people do it. From such wide- ly different sources as churches, theaters, schools, clubs, radio sta- tions, come the words of "Away in a Manger," "Silent Night," "Joy to the World," "Little Town of Bethle- hem," "Hark the Herald Angels Sing," and "Come All Ye Faithful," sung by soloists, choirs, choruses or the voices of school children. So each year new joy is expressed through old channels. — Frances Grinste ad. Vftlf:2 CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS TF YOUR Christmas tree is a balsam --and that is the love- liest kind of all, both for appear- ance and for fragrance—then when you first light it a cheerful old superstition urges a glance at your shadow on the wall—if you dare. Should it appear headless you will not live to see another Christmas. Then, later, when the tree is burned, another tradition suggests keeping a partly burned stick to ward off lightning. Paint Brightens Toys In the basement or the attic many of us will find old toys the children have discarded. Christmas is al- most here' and much joy can be brought into the lives of less fortu- nate youngsters if we get out these toys, give them a coat of gayly cob ored enamel and distribute them ourselvesor turn them over to a social agency to be handed out to needy youngsters on St. Nick's day. In England's Wassail Bowls Brewed in England's Yuletide wassail bowls are baked apples, hot ale seasoned with spice, orange juice and rind and whipped eggs. Plan Christmas Dinner Plan to prepare as much of the meal as possible on the day prior to Christmas so that the housewife can enjoy the day with her family. TOBY BARNES, just home from the office, stood regard- ing his wife with amusement.. "You have the manner, Kay, of be- ing about to leap up and wave a flag. What's' bappened?" "I've just discovered something important about myeelf." • Kay's short, light curls were becomingly haphazard. Her eyes were of an intense blue. She was slender and young and vivid. "I'm supremely selfish." She rose to her feet and gesticulated with both hands, "I Want to be utterly, gloriously en- grossed in ME!" They both laughed. Then Kay ran forward and dragged her husband down into a wide, comfortable chair, squeezing in beside him. "You're e perfectly grand guy," she smiled, "but this Christmas, my man, I'm going to be superbly self- ish, as an experiment. Will yoU try it too, Toby?" "All right," he agreed, "I'll take you on." The next morning Kay tilted a pert gray hat on her curls, and walked imperiously to the shopping district. "I'm fed up with being poor, and scrimping and saving so I can be generous in mean, little ways. Today I . . , spend on my- self!" She felt guilty and ridiculous, and she turned her eyes away from a haberdasher's window where gentle- men's furnishings were invitingly displayed. Toby needed masses and masses of things. No, just this once she would spend with a bang all she had on something frivolous for her- self. Toby had promised to do the same. At noon she happened to notice a tall person standing by the next store windowlie was absorbed in thought. Kay hardly breathed while the man suddenly plunged into the store door. She crept close to a sheltering pillar while she watched what happened inside. She saw the roan point to a wom- an's rich, quilted housecoat. She saw him pay for it, and leave, but without a package unitlerehis arm. Just the sort of housecoat for which she had yearned hopelessly. She gasped in dismay. For one hot second she was possessed with anger. Toby wasn't playing fair. He had no right to make her feel ashamed and abject on Christmas morning 1 When Toby's flapping overcoat was out of sight Kay slipped into the same shop, going straight to the counter her husband had left, "May I inquire," she asked crisply, "if that quilted housecoat just pur- chased, is to be delivered to MIs. Toby Barnes?" She gave the house address, The clerk was startled into admitting the fact. Kay threw up her chin. "I asked my husband, Mr. Barnes, to step in here today to buy that for me. I've changed my mind. May I ex- change- it for something I prefer'?" The clerk weakly nodded. Christmas eve found Kay a bit cryptic. Toby carelessly inquired if a package had been delivered that efternoon. Kay said yes; it was waiting in the closet. As it was, though not quite what Toby supposed. Kay was excited as a child on Christmas morning. There were waffles for breakfast and especially good coffee. Afterwards Mrs, Toby Barnes shoved her tall husband into his big chair, "Sit there," she com- manded him, and len the room. "When is this fine exhibition of selfishness going to begin?" he shouted after her. "I want to see it in action!" Kay returned with a large pack- age elaborately wrapped. Toby 'looked pleased. "There you are," he said. "I'm sorry, Kay, to fall down on our agreement, but I knew you wanted the darned thing." "There you arel" cried Kay hurl- ing the box at him. "I simply will not let you squander your money on expensive things for me, Toby." Toby opened the box, drawing forth a manly, well -tailored dress- ing gown for a tall gentleman. "You knew," muttered his wife in a small voice, ,"you haven't a thing to sit around in at home," "So this," he raved, "is the great .exhibition of selfishness! And where • is your housecoat, I'd like to know?" , Kay, in a thin, quivering voice, !begged him to be kind while she ex- plained. "1"-wo Little Doll's - tri Blue '95 hy ALICE THURS., DEC. 22, IS anng thriot gi REN'T the dolls beautiful?" exclaimed Joan to her mother, as she , gazed upon the finished product of the "Two Little Dolls in Blue" which Dorothy May had ordered from Santa Claus. "They are quite the loveliest I have ever seen," spoke mother. "I do believe that you have put your very heart and soul into their fash- ioning. • Joan had spent many days and nights, too stitching a loving holi- day thought into each tiny garment. The dainty materials had been tranaformed into thing e of beauty. The dresses 'of pale blue silk with bonnets and slippers' to match, had proclaimed them the "Two Little Dolls in Blue!" • sl "Oh, won't Dot love them!" beamed Joan, as she again eyed the dolls from head to foot with a happy smile of complete satisfaction. "I dare say this will be her hap- piest Christmas, one that she will never forget," said mother. Christmas eve, with its bright lights and cheer, was in full prog- ress and the two little dolls in blue were being fon- dled by one of the happiest little girls in the world. Rocking in her own tiny chair Dorothy May be- gan singing a lel- laby to the dollies, wholly oblivious of the attendant surroundings. It was such an ador- able sight that the others had stopped their celebrations and were beam- ing upon her with transformed emo- tion. The spell was broken when Doro- thy May suddenly stopped singing and called out, "What shall I name the 'two little dolls in blue'?" "Well," said Joan, smiling thoughtfully, "since they are dressed in due and are two very important little ladies, why not call one Alice Blue and the other Elinor Blue?" And so the dolls were named. On Christmas morning in another house around the corner, Bonny Jean awoke with the joy of the hol- iday and shouted, "Mother, did San- ta conie and did he bring me a big baby doll with curls and eyes that open and shut?" "Yes, dearie, Santa came and brought you a very pretty doll." Then spying it, seated beneath the tree dressed in scarlet finery, Bonny Jean clasped it to her breast. Upon close inspection she soon learned that it was the same sort of doll she had always received, only with new features. Just as she was about to burst into protest at her bitter disappoint- ment there came a rap upon the door and a kindly neighbor was say- ing, "Merry Christmas." Then with a happy smile— "What is the matter, little girl? Hasn't Santa Claus come yet?" "Oh, yes, he carne, but he broiled Inc the same old rag doll again. I thought sure it would be a real one this year, because I'm nine, you see." "Oh, I am so sorry," said Dorothy May, with true feeling and thinking of the two beauti- ful dolls which Santa had left for her. Then with a happy Christmas thought, she whis- pered something very lovely to her mother. They all went right over to the big house on the hill nestled under itsburden of Christmas snow. Bonny Jean forgot all about the rag doll when she glimpsed the great tree through the holly wreaths in the window:But when she saw the two little dolls in blue sitting be- neath it her joy was unbounded, She dapped her hands and danced with glee. "Such darling dolls!" she gasped, breathlessly., "Their names are Alice Blue and Eleanor Blue," said their little mis- tress, proudly. "I want to give you one of them, Bonny Jean; which do you like?" With unbelievable surprise, her eyes fairly dancing with joy, she clasped the beautiful doll in her arms and asked, "Is—it—really— /xi ine—for—keeps ?" "Really and truly for keeps," said Dot. Dorothy May explained it all to her mother after the happy little girl had left, that somehow she just did not miss Eleanor Blue very much when she saw how happy she had made Bonny Jean, In her heart she felt that it was truly "more blessed to give than to receive," and hugging the one little doll closely, she whispered, "Mer- ry Christenea Alice Blue."... -b., webi, pears,„ IAM a haplen little tree. I stand " beside the front: entrance of sae white cottage on allele street. Each Christmas time 11 bloOnt out. In beautiful coloredlights, and all who pa*$, s.hare reay beatity •and I catch something of the joy of Chrfete But I was net filway,s happy like • this. Once I lived in a great forest, surrounded by trees so tall I caulli. only catch a glimpse of the blue eky above me, and I felt very small and lonely. 1, too, wanted to be tali: to. 'look out on the big world like the others and feel the sun sinning through my branches. I would stretch out my limbs as far as cbuld, and send my roots deeper in- to the earth, but my progress was so Slow I ,grew discouraged. One day I saw a man and a boy corning through the forest: The man, carried sornething over his shoulder . and they seemed to be looking for something. Then the boy saw. • me and cried; "Look, father, there,. is just the tree we want." Ile ran over to me and fairly hugged rue in his eagerness. The man looked me, over. "Fine," he said, 'But when he began digging with the thing he • had carried on his shoulder / be- gan to tremble. I felt my roots snap one by one and soon I lay a tumbled heap on the ground. Life seemed over for me, Next I was tied to a funny looking thing on wheels, that sputtered and growled when the man and boy climbed in and we started off down a twisty little road that wound through the forest, then out on a big shining highway until we came , to a wide driveway that led through, a sloping lawn to a white cottage. Here I was untied and put into a large earthen jar filled with sand and carried into the house, and set in a corner of a big room beside a sunny window. Oli, the joy of hava - ing the sun on my branches, I be- gan to feel less scared and to look about me. In a big .mirror opposite I could watch the man as he fastened me • upright. Then he put a string of Two Little Faces Pressyd Against the Window Pane. lights from my top to my toe, whistling softly as he worked. Then I heard a door open and a rush of - feet—a little boy and a girl dashed into the room crying: "Marrone, come quick, and see our Clirtmes tree." They clapped their hands and danced about me. Soon the. • mother came with a box filled with shining lovely things and my plaisi. green dress was covered with. sparkling jewels. I hardly dared • look in the mirror for I remem- bered I was only a humble tree • after all, and what I saw could not be me at all; but the great silver star on my topmost branch made. me feel very happy. I seemed to . draw courage from just looking at it. After a time I was left to myself. I was glad, as I needed to rest UP ' a bit and get used to my (strange • surroundinge. It grew dark outside • and snow was falling; but ireekle my star shone and a quiet peace, came over me, Then once more the doors opened and a merry group of people came in. This time there were Father and Grandfather and Grandmother, too; and Mother leading the little boy and girl. Everyone was saying •,• how lovely / was; but I aid not wart them to look at me. I wanted theta to see two little faces outside pressed against the window pane, The boy saw them first "Look, Daddy, Mammal" he shouted and pointed to the window. 'Mere are two children out there. Bring thera in, Daddy; give them some of our Christmas." And the little girl clapped her hands and cried: "Oh, , do, Daddy, it's cold out therei" When they were brought in look— ing, rather scared, but glacl, I was • so happy I almost shook my baubles off. Than Mother made music on a big box with shining keys and everyone sang Christi -nes carols, Then Father told the old story of " the Shepherds and the Star that Zed to the Christ Child, Than .a jolly man with a red coat ahd a pack on his back gave everyone presents, including the little strangers. There were candies and nuts, plenty for all, and such a babble of happy voices. I felt the thrill of it MYsele ' and the big star glowed in sympa... thy.