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The Blyth Standard, 1907-12-18, Page 2+.44444444+444444444.4444.14 The Christmas Spirit. 14++++444+444+4+11'9++++4+4++4, +++++++4+44449.1444444.99.14 Eight-year-old Dorothy curled herself ley consented to help the little people, up in the broad window seat where the and on Christmas Eve the children gath- afternoen sun sent his lingering nays ered with their little guests from pov- erty-stricken homes in the healthful home of Dorothy. What, a deligltttill ever op it was, with pines and well - spread supper table! Last of nil, gifts were distributed, No- whtere in the great city was the "Christ- mas spirit" more truly manifest than in that mixed company of little folks. The donors gave cheerily, though with te feeling that a big part of their heart was being carried off, while the guests accepted the presents in the spirit in whieh they were offered, seeming to real- ize at least in part the sacrifice that was made for their happiness. "Mamma," said Dorothy, as she re- ceived her good -night kiss, 'there's an awful hole in my heart, but I don't seam to mind it a bit, I feel so kind of light and happy." 4-♦ through the curtained window right over her shoulder and lit up the smiling No of an Indian maid Mt the printed page before her, Slowly Dorothy turned the leaves of the largo volume. One page showed the picture of an Eskimo village Another the dusky countenance of a small Arab playing on the sand before a tent pitched in the open wilderness. A ladyentered the room, and Dor- othy looked -up with a sigh of happinere. "Oh, mamma," . she exclaimed, 'it is . so beautiful. I never get tired of !ting at my wonderful book. . How did you ever happen to know just what I would like better than anything else In the world." Dorothy gently closed the precious volume and ramped up to fling her arms around the loved mother in an eestntic embrace. "It is becalms 1 love you, my darl- ing," responded Mrs. Stanley, tenderly caressing the soft brown curls. that "TM you know, little daughter, Christmas will soon be here again?" "Yea, indeed, mamma. It le net two weeks from today. I have been think- "+ ing that you could not possibly give me anything this Christmas that can compare with my lovely book." "Suppose, Dorothy, we sit deem here together on this cosy seat and talk bout it, You know dear, that on Christ - ate Day all Christian people and na- etiont the world over celebrate the birth Of the Saviour of mankind. You know that people show their love and Interest In other people by sending gifts, as the wise' men showed their adoration before the Infant Christ by laying offerings at His feet. You, my daughter, know what pleasure it is to give presents to your little cousins and your girl friends and ,to papa and myself." !Yes, mamma,' cried Dorothy. "I have my list made out now. There are twelve people I want to remember this Christmas and I have five dollars and forty cents in my bank. Won't it be fun to go shoppinglt' Yes,, dear, but have you everthotght that there may be some little boys and girls who will get no gifts at Christmas time. Their fathere and mothers are too ) poor to buy any, and often there are aliildren %l.vho do not even have enough to'gat or enough clothing to keep them warm." "Ch, mamma," sighed Dorothy, syn - pathetically. • "Yes, dear, should we not think also Sof them" as well a.e of those we love? h^,Think, little daughter, the Lord Christ • left Iiia beautiful home in heaven, and same to earth and lived a Life of hard- ship and poverty, g dein good, because, God wanted to show us how' much he 'Roved its. He has done much for us. The lord Christ loved and suffered on earth, g sad at last ave His life that we night be better, Ought we not to do some- thing to celebrate Christ's birthday, something to show how much we love Him in return (for Ilis great sacrifice for us?" "Yes, mamma, " replied Dorothy-, in a subdued little voice. "Then what do you think we dhould do, dear? Remember that the gift Cod sent to the world on the first Christmas Day was His only Son, and it was be- ' cause He loved us so, It was, a trenteul- ons sacrifice, and we are so unworthy, and we do so little to show our love. We are so selfish." Mrs. Stanley concluded with a deep, regretful sigh, having about forgotten the curly head beside her. "But, mamma, how can we do any- thing for Gal—he is so great and, so far away?" "Have you forgotten the lesson' we read thismorning, dear, 'If ye de It ;in- to the least of these, ye do it unto me.'" "Oh, mamma, mamma, I see now, but how can II do it? Oh, mamma, how can I ever do It?" and Dorothy burst into convulsive weeping. Mrs. Stanley held her little daughter in, a close embrace, not attempting to comfort by words until the paroxysm of grief had somewhat passed. She knew that her darling, the only little one Cod had sent to their home, must learn her lesson of snail ice for love's sake. After a time Dorothy's soba became gentler, 'and 'she explained to her mother, I understand now, ntnnuna; I will have to give my book"—the words almost choked her—"my book to Nellie Sims. She is thirteen, and she never owned a book in all her life." Dorothy possessed . a number of books and heaps of toys, foe she was an only and much -loved child, Mre. Stanley was a wise woman. She did not attempt to frustrate the truth her talk had im- pressed upon her little daughter by sug- gesting that some of her toys be given, or even anotheribook thitwas not so dear to the child's heart. No if she ware to "learn the lesson of sasriiiepi the true spirit of the: Christmas' thee,' she rasiet give the thing' that would cost her something, 'The "Christmas spirit" sank deep into ale Dorothy's heart. She did not we- ber determination to give the book. Ono day she came to her er with a plan she had worked out, and she met with true motherly sympathy and co-operation: Dorothy had spread the "Christmas spirit" until a number of her friends and k hheartily, p ymatoe entered into it right They all knew of one or two poor child- ren that they wished to present the dearest possessions to. Frank Mayberry, after struggling with his conscience for two days, told Dorothy that he was ready to give up his "Speedwell sled to poor Bob Hockney. Mabel Somers said she would give her beautiful "Lady bt Beth" to little Hannah White. Bo' the good leaven spread, Mrs, Stan - MISTLETOE. Mythology connected with remote re- gions has used the mistletoe in its religious ceremonies. Ip the magas of Scandinavian folklore you will find that it was with a twist of mistletoe or an arrow fashioned from one, that the blind god Hoder shat at Balder, the god of light, whose mother Freya had neglected to render mistletoe harmless to her son. It was the only thing among plants, animals or minerals which had neglected to give this promise to the goddess Frepo, Hard for that reason was chosen by Moder. For thin cause you will find that among northern nations, even to this day, the mistletoe le regarded as poisonous. In Englund no such had qualities are ascribed to it, and in portions of the kingdom it is used for treatment of heart trouble, It was used in Pliny's time for the preparation of birdlime, and it has been long known that wandering birds were responsible for the carrying of its seeds on their bills, and when once it has a foothold on a tree it never leaves it till the tree dies. Every country has its name for it, since it is widely distributed. The Arra Wane call it Dabuch, the Italians Vischio, the Spaniards Lige mordago, the Ger- mans Efchenmistel, and the Dutch Mareutacken, When once you have seen it growing in splendid balls of green high in the air sung to by mocking birds and fanned by clouds of hanging moss, you no longer wonder that it seems a plant half fairylike and wheliy mysterious. You would never yourself think of plucking it, and only wonder that there are any who would do so unholy a thing! When once it is brought down from its eyrie you are glad enough to have a bit, not to dreamt on, but to wonder on, and to map out in fancy the charmed spot where it grew and to debate to yourself whe- ther it was planted by a silver-tongued thrush, or carried by a scented breeze from its parents, who for long years had clung to an oak. • • +-4•44+++++++++44.1.44 4444 4+01. AND A D JACK Chrietmae Recitation. 1, o -i4+4+444+ +444 4',40+'►+14'!4'! (By Jerry- J. Cohan.) Been fightin', boy? you Jack and Roy! You've punched each other's face. So, I'm the judge to hear ,your grudge, And settle this here case? What, jealous, shame; you're both to blame. 'Bout sweethearts? that's the cause. Here, Roy, come back! Shake hands with Jack; Now, you two kids clasp paws. Quick! that's the way; it's Xmas Day. Behave! be friends, you foes. Your mothers were twist sisters, they Were lovely, May and Inose. Your dad, Jack, boy, 's my brother Roy, And you're named "Jack" for ane, You're ahnost brothers, guess that's why You like to disagree. Now, listen, boy! "Jack's/father, Roy, He was to marry Rose, One Christmas day I sat with May; Took courage to propose. May said, 'elle loved my brother, Roy,' Alen, that Rose loved me,' To make it short, boys, we fought, Punched, 'till we couldn't scel Roy, reckoned that I'd nip'cl bis Rose, I thought he'd stole my May—caught my May. Then May and Rose had words, then blows, Then pullin' hair --got gay, Roy mac a sight! I showed up bright. Then, what do you suppose? - That Christmas day, Roy turned to May, And I snug'd up to Rose. That change of sweethearts made us glad, The fuss had cleared the air, We plastered up cur faces, lad, Our girls fixed their mussed hair. 'Twas Rosa -y May, that Christmas day; Arid happy Roy, and me, We joked and chaffed, and kissed, and laughed, That's how it happened. See? It's great delight to see you fight, And then make up and Drys, The dinner bell! methinks I shell Rosset turkey and mince pie Look! there's twin mothers—on the porch---, Whose faces beam with joy. Climb up—you, Jack --get "pig-gy back," Ho! there's your d:'dy-, "Roy,;" 44444444,444+4+44+444+4 The m a L. 1 Christmas. 4++1++4+44++4+444444+++4+4 (Ry Lady Somerset.) A child sat bending over her work. Her curly hair fell over her eyee. The sunlight WAS playing on the flower -beds, and white butterflies fluttered among the blossoms over the green lawn where she sat, and yellow-tbighed bees buenir"+ among the trees. Site never lifted her eyes from the little garment that she was sewing. An unclothed doll lay on the chair beside her, awaiting the clothing which she was so busily making. Presently her moth- er came across the grass, and laid her stand upon the child's head. "What are you doing, Nelly?" site asked. "I am dressing the doll. I ant so anxious to get it done. It seems more like being n real mother, doesn't it, to have made its elothcs?" and she looked up With grave eyes into the woman's face, . "I wonder if youhavethought," said her mother, sitting down beside her, "what thousands' and thousands and thousands of children there are who have no dolls to play with. They dress up the leg of an old chair, or some- times they wrap a carrot in a newspaper to make believe that they are doilies. There was a little child who need to play on a doorstep in a place I knew well, who had nothing but an old stay busk, but she loved it, I think, almost more than you love any of your dolls. But one day a rough man passing by trod upon it and broke it to pieces, and then she had nothing." The child put her work down, and looked into her mother's face. "Noth- ing!" she said. "011, how dreadful!" Then she got up, and stood with her hands behind he• back, gazing oue be- yond the floverheds and beyond the garden, as though she were looking away to seine distant thing eke bed never noticed before. "Children without dollies and without toys? That does seem a terrible thing! Suppose"—arid then her whole face lit tip—"that instead of keeping this dolly I gave it at Christmas time to some lit- tle child who had none? I wonder whe- ther that would not be better. May I send this dolly, may I take it to some little child, mother?" And she held it up for a moment, looking lovingly into its face, strokes its flaxen hair, and then cuddled it up in her arms. "May I take it myself, and give it myself to the child on the doorstep?" "I don't know how you can give it yourself," said her mother, "London is a long way off; but you can dress it and make it beautiful, and we will find somebody who will take it to a child who has no toys" . e The summer sun had gone, the flow- ers were nearly ball asleep, and the but- terflies were hiding away, trying to keep warm through the cold winter, so that they might Clutter out again in the first spring sunshine, But 'many of them had died in the rain which poured down all through ,the autumn days. There was no child in the garden now, and the only send that was heard was the rustle of the dead leaves as they floated 'down on to the grass. The child had gone to London. She had been very, very ill, and the doctor came and looked grave, and said that her mother must take her away to see some clever man in the city; and so instead of looking out over the wide garden and the grass and the flower - beds; Welly was sitting in little stuffy room in 'a London hotel. The doctors came every day and put their eare to her chest, and weighed her in great scales to see whether she was getting fatter, and her tether looked very grave, and would often turn away and look -oat Of the window' when the doe. tors undressed her, as though she wanted to hide her:Ifast, But when Decemlr;t came Nelly be - `gen to grow strong**, and .She was al- lowed sometimes to go out, for a walk ifs 1iefrsington gardens 'IIje was taken there':' a closers rah, so *la ' did, not see onything of the streets of London, and the walk seemed very dull to her, because she could not run about and dig in her flower garden as she did at home. By -and -bye it was Christtnaa time It seemed a very dreary Christmas. She was all alone„ and her brothers and eisters were in the coun- try- and all Iter little friends. Mother had said that eke should have a very tiny Christmas tree all to herself, but that did not seem mach fun. They al- ways had suet; aolly time, and when her brothers brought their friends back from seseame for the holidays they said it was the 'happiest Christmas home in the world. And en it was, for mother never minded noise, and they could play hide -and -sock all over the house. The only thing she was ever strict about was that directly she said it was time to go to bed they were never • to ask to stay up a little longer. They had had their fun, she sold, and she al- ways wanted to be obeyed. and of course mother knew hest. But this Christmas WAS very different. It was terrible to be all alone, and though mother read aloud and did all she could 10 mouse Iter, still Nelly did sigh for a good romp and ad giggle with the other children. One morning, as she lay in bed she suddenly remembered the doll she had dressed in the <eummer time ,and she asked her mother to get it out of the drawer; then tie it lay on the ked with the clothes elm had made, she recollected That she meant to give it to souse eltild eeIto had no toys, and when ]ter mother came to take her out she reminded her of her premise, and she said: "To -morrow, niothe', is Christmas day. Won't you let me take it to some little child Who has no toys?" And her mother said she would. So the next day they set out in a four -wheeled cab, and drove a long way till they caste to a great broad street; then her another sent away the cab, ,and they walked a .little bit end' turned down, a very narrow " e. There were a great many children playing in the street, and they made a groat deal of noise. un Um, m „ step% sat a little girl. !ley grimy lace WAS resting on her hand, and she looked out on the children playing as though the game did not interest her much. The children were singing in the street some• thing about— If you want a nice young man, Stuff hits with bread and jam. But the little girl played no heed to the ron. "She has got no doll, I am sure.," said Nelly, in a loud whisper to her mo- ther. "Ask her," said the woman. "Have you got a doll, little girl?" stid Nelly, standing in front of her, and speaking shyly. "No, I 'aven's and that'e a fee'," said the child, looking up. "I was giv' one when I went to the treat at Southend, but I air' it to my young Polly when she went to'the 'orspital, I did." By this time a crowd of eager chald- ren had gathered round the doorstep, and Nelly wee getting very shy. "Would you like a doll?" se said, and then hastily pulled out her parcel, thruet it into the obiid's lap, and turned to go away. "Oh, mo; said the child, as she open- ed the parcel. "Gawd 'n 'eaves 'as sent Father Christmas, an' no mistake." But Nelly was some way down the street, and the pink color was bright in her cheeks. That night as she sat by her mother and listened to the Christmas bells, with the toys that had been sent to her ranged round her, and the little twinkling candles of the tiny Christ- mas tree burning one one by one, she laid her head upon her mother's lap and said: 'I don't know but what, after all,it has been the nicest Christ. ma. Do you remember, mother," she continued, "that she. said God sent the doll to her? :I think I Like to do God's errands." The Christmas Schemers. (Atlanta Constitution.) De chillun' gittin' all so good Dey mammy stop: en easy; "I sorter 'fraid de angels twine take 'um all away. Dey des so still aroun' de house— So sweet dor at dey play!" But w'en she study 'bout it She knows de reason why! De sorter see de Chris'mus lights Twinkl!n' in de sky, En de song dey hearts is singing' is "Chrie'mus by en by!" ..,The Christmas... Evangel. ']'!fere was little in the outward life of Bethlehem on that ever memorable night in the long ago to Indicate that the evrut in which all the converging lives of the past met, and which formed a new era in the world's history, was about to take place. Men and women pursued their wonted round heedless of that which would invest their little city with an immortal halo and make it the centre of the world's adoration. And in the larger world the coming event created scarcely a ripple in the stagnant pool. Men of high defree and low knew not and cared not that the promise of the cen- turies was to be fulfilled, and that the Christ was to be born in the city of David, The eventwhich to heedless men with faced turned Psalm ard seemed unim- portant was one of the things "which the angels desire to look into," The going of the Son of Cod to tabernacle among men for their redemption stirred the heavenly frosts. That Ile should hay side His glory and dwell se a man among met was an ;tent pregnant with far reaching issues. It was the dawning of a new and brighter day for the world. The first bons of the sone of light was to bridge the gulf between earth and heaven, and thetname by which the children of men in all the coating centuries were to know Him wee that sweet ranine, Immanuel,i "which being interpreter IS'clod with: us." One sometimes wishes that he eoiild react this tnarvellous story of the birth of Christ for the first time. Our very familiarity with it has to some extent dimmed its beauty. And yet it would be strangely seared and calloused heart that could read that wonderful story without n thrill. We see theeShckinah glory, gleaming forth from the sky 1n,tise quiet midnightt hour and filling the humble shepherds with an agony of fear. We hoar the Evangel spoken by angelic lips, "Fear not; for behold I bring unto you,. good tidings of great joy, which shall be t to all people. For anti you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour which Is Christ the Lord" And then we hear the burstin gforth of the angelic choir into that gladdest, sweetest song that ever woke, the echoes of this gray. old werid: "Glory to God ;irr'the highestw, and on earth peace, good` will toward ales." The music of that angel song is death - leas. It tells us of God's seeking and saving' dove, 1t tells us of peace between Uod and, man and'between• man and hie, fellows. It gives us a glintpe into the great hemi of infinite love. It rebukes our cross and vulgar selfishness. Noth- ing can so speedily burn the ingrained selfishness out of our souls' as a vision of the Son of God horn in a stable into a life of perpetual' aelf-renunclatlon which terminated on the cross. Arvid the din and glamor of the world's carnage and war and self-seeking the message has often been but feebly heard. Bsst 11 hs never entirely vanished, and as each new Christmas day COMPS sec hear anew the melody with its soul -stirring appeal call- ing us to a higher, nobler, more Christ - like life. And that message which bids Ate and selfishness begone is gaining in power as the years go on, for we are coming to see that it ie only as its mueie sings itself into our lives that the world emu be transformed from a great battlefield into the home of sten of all ranks and classes united in the bonds of happy brotherhood. In the midst of the Christmas joys let our ears be attuned to catch the deeper meaning of the angor song. Im- manuel—God with us! Christ in our hearts, in our homee, in our daily tasks -our whole life in all its manifold phases shot through with Iis presence. Let us not make the fatal blunder of the Wren of old who crowded the Christ into the stable. Let us give Iline Idis" rightful place in our lives, '-`And let •qa see to it that the do not go back frdtu the joy and gladness and feasting:of, the Christmastide to the old lives of dreary and sordid selfishness for Ile whose ad- , vent the angels heralded with glad acclaim came "not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give His life a ransom for the ninny."—Presbyterian. English Christmas a.Meay Hold -Up. An English Christmas isn't a Saenger - fest, Tilbury, It's a begginfest. The band plays, but it plays' with one hand while the other one is out for coin. The boys .and men sing their Chrietnas hymns, and then take a collection; and the moon may be shining, but you can't see it thorough the fog. Some of the rail- way stations are decorated, end you've scarcely had time to remark that you thinly it's avery beautiful custom when an itching palmi appemrs between you and the' holly. The postman says, 'Mer- ry Ohristmas," and waits for you to be generous, and the lamplighter, and the paper boy, and the Haan who delfve; groceries, and the boy from the cake - shop. Porters follow you wherever you go, and servants whom you never saw before bob up in numbers. And out in the street, whenever you '!rear anyone say "Merry Christmas,' you • mechanically put your hand in your pocket. It isn't Christmas, Tilbury; it's an organized hold-up.—Flrom "Mr. Ruggles, of New York, Writes Hone," in the Bohemian for December, • IT DEPENDED. Lady -Well, what do you want? Tramp—Wet have yes got? CHRISTMAS GIVING AND CHRIST- MAS LIVING, The great elft of demi; to the world was Himself. Ile livewith atI;or nun He kept, back nothing. In et-riy- p,atuulnt' and concrete lift utile ilk; made to certain parsons there ora. ,om,,. thing of Ilintself that rot l it proc;,it.. lie grave something of Himself in evert gilt. All trete U'Imislei;8 -giving ogee; to be after this pattern. 'I'lw finest Oltnistme; gilt is not ,^a ane that costs the meat vanut; , bltl, t! e one that carries the most love. If ecet y gift is the token of a It.rsoaui'.-ls,t,o tt Friendly feeling', stn uu- hh•a imus•,, in the joy or ohcri. that the thought, the .feelittg', tete intert,t mai;;entail; ., Ir Inc the gilt 1 made. '. ]'here are a great eihn ,,'t0I11e, in sue world idiom ive lc -now r:fjre or less, but to whom for various r:iesons we cannot nit ;toil :send (lirisi,iuns gifts. But thee, is hardly et 0,111 ail the circis of r,i t tulnaiut utcc,,.wlth whom the mn.a: net exchange tlyLt touch of Chn tens life In the outerveirele, cheerful greetings, courtesy, t:'ta +ldesation in the inner cir- i cls yanpati' ugh, intensot hearty con- gratulations; honest encouragement; in the Monist,/ circle, comradeship,'helpful. nese. tend,:rnees'^ "L'eu!lif'tl friendship tried by stun and hied, Diinhlc fifidad; the doily duof life," stir an, Christmas lining is the boder kimi of 07irietdnas' giving.—Henry Van ft How to Cook the Turkey, it's cosier to tell a' good turkey than other hiiils. Press the end of the breast bone mid if: it giros readily the bird is apt to Ism tender. ' If the bone is sharp and stiff the bird. is tough,, The breast eliould also be soft and yieldiirg if tte bird has been properly fed. 1f a very large bird is required it male turkey is the best to buy, but if a tet or eleven pounder is enough a hen turkey is ten doer and fatter. Two' ten -pound bens are. a better choice than one of twenty pounds as the latter could not possibly be young. The favorite way to cook the Cludst- tna: turkey as to roast it after it has beet stuffed with bread, and mace and thyme or other spicy things. A good etuffing is made of equal por- tions of veal and Fant chopped fine. Add half the amount of chopped suet, the sante amount of cracker crumbs, tfvn tea- spooefuls of grated onion and ono of grated lemon rind, moo of salt andpop- per mixed, and bind all together ;with tt; o beaten eggs. Celery and oyster stuffing is otic of the meet appetizing when nidde Well, A pint of coign' should •he'.choppi'dfine and idlowed to simmer ter fife eat min- utes in :nightly salted nater. Chop small one cup fall of oysters, add a teaspoon- ful of onion juke, a teaspoonful of minc- ed parsley,. and a teaspoonful of salt, one-fourth of a teaspoonful of pepper, the juice of a lentos, and half a cup of melted butter. Sometimes this staffing is made With celery and nue! roosts in- stead of oysters, Cranberry jelly or apple jelly (the tart crab apple kind) are themostap- propriate sauces to servo with turkey', ane! if served in individual Matilda it sate; time and trouble. If one wishes to give the turkey a gay and festive air stick little cored red apples on the drumsticks ;fid lay him on a .bed of cress m•' parsley. The Creole ceokn, who pride themselves on the tendarnkg0 and flavor of their turkeys, always "'Place '\latae Gobbler' on his breast inskead of on his back, thus allowing the juice to 'run forward, Frequent basting is the secret of many a tender bird, that would have' been a 'tough Proposition' Without flits precaution, When', ,the bird is almost gone' it can be turned over nu its; back for final browning. They should knurl' how to tealco; per - feet cranberry jelly in New England, if anywhere, therefore, this recipe from the Boston Cooking School Magazine, ought to he otnndnrd: Boil ane quart of cranberries with .a cupful of water five minutes, after the boiling point has been reached. Let the dish be cover- ed, but lift the cover occasionally to avoid. the danger of boiling over. Pass the Berries through a sieve, end add two caps of sugar. Stir until well mix- ed, and turn into an eortheu or gteeite ware mould. The mixture will not jelly if moulded in tin, or if sugar is added before the boiling ceases. HER SANTA CLAUS LETTER. She wrote a note to Santa Claris, The queerest note that ever woe; 'Twas naught but scrawls and dots,'and rings, But, oh, it meant so many things! For little girls, strange to believe, Want many things on Christmas eve. She asked for dolls.nll stressed in blue. And red and pink and purple too; She esleed for dogs, and eats and toys, And instruments that make a nolo.; She asked for candies. calces and things, And pop corn strung in lengthy strings. She sent her note to Santa Clans The queerest nota that ever was, Her papa ]nailed it early, so '?would surely off .to Santa go, 'Twas naught butscrawls and dots and rings, But oh, it meant so many things!! —Joe Cone in Women's Home Compels. ion for December. 4 "John, if you didn't smoke I could have a fall hat." "And if you could' live on stewed peanuts I could have "a steam yacht. They're very nourishing, I un- elerstand, Johnny, who won the football game tb-day?"=Kansas City Journal.