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THE EVE BEFORE
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When about half through we heard a knock at the door; but not
thinking anything unusual, we simply said, "Come in." Whoever
it was did not hear us, but knocked again. My father arose and
opened the door. There stood a man of middle age, with light
mustache and very fine features. Evidently father did not know
him, for he said, very coolly, "Good evening:" "Good evening,"
replied the man, '"it seems you do not know me." By this time
father had recognized the stranger and they were in each
others' arms. I stood by, speechless, not knowing what to say
or do, until they finally sat down.
§ This man was papa's brother and five years before had left home
and had not been heard of since. during his travels he had gone
to the Philippines, where he had fought in the war. Not liking
it there, he returned to the United States, and after spending
one year at San Francisco, had come to see his brother. My
father was very glad. . As this -was Christmas eve, uncle had
brought us all some presents. So we put the sick folk in the
room where the tree was loaded with its beautiful things, and
thus our dull Christmas eve was changed to one of the very
brightest. \ • I —Esther Rainbolt,
B Eighth Grade, 3022 Emerson Avenue N.
A Really Dieaidfnl Time.
Hand in hand into the parlor went two of the saddest chil
dren that our*home ever sheltered on Christmas eve. Even I, the
older of the two, forgot the dignity of my twelve years an<l
cried. A snow stcrra was raging cut of,doors, which was the
cause, of all this sorrow; not that we did not think it all right
to have plenty of snow for Christmas, but Tviien families are
separated and trains are snowbound it is really "dreadful." Our
grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle, and cousins, were expected the
preceding week and had sent us a telegram saying that the
train was snowbound and that wo must not expect them till
Christmas night or maybe the next morning. •
We went into the parlor where a bright fire was burning
in the fireplace. We did net know what else to do, so we got
long sticks and began to play with the lire. When we had a good
blaze started on the end of our sticks, my sister arose and
started across the room. I was afraid she would set the house
on fire, so I told her to sit down. This she refused to do. I
went after her and was going to make her sit down. She ran
to one corner of the room and tried to squeeze behind the piano.
In doing so, she set some music on fire which was lying on the
piano. The fire was put out without the aid of firemen. This
Christmas eve I have remembered vividly for two years, and
probably will remember it many more; for right in the midst of
all the confusion our expected company came.
B Sixth Grade, —Ruth Munson,
Hawthorne School. 2406 Lyndale Avenue N.
With lite Wisdom of Youth.
"Selma," said my mother one Christmas eve, "it is after
nine o'clock and you must hurry off to bed." I hesitated and
did not want to go to bed, because I knew Santa was coming and
I wanted to see how he looked. I had heard somebody say there
was no real Santa. "If you don't go to bed, Santa Claus won't
come, and "then there won't be any presents in the morning,"
continued my mother. Then I ran to bed, covered myself snug
ly, and tried to go to sleep. But I could not because the ques
tion of what Santa looked like and who he was could not be
settled. I lay and thought and thought, but could not guess
the riddle. Just then I heard a bell ring. I thought it must .
be Santa so I closed my eyes and "was soon in dream-land. That
night I dreamed I saw mama and papa going around the Christ
mas tree and filling all the stockings; when they came to my
stocking they threw in a large lump of sugar and that was all.
When morning came I emptied my stocking and lo! instead
of a lump of sugar, I found exactly the things I wanted. At the
breakfast table I told my dream and everyone laughed till he
almost cried. I wondered why. they laughed. I thought all day
about my dream and at last came to. the conclusion that.it was
mama and papa that filled our stockings, and that was why
everybody had laughed. —Selma Nelson,
B Sixth Grade, * 720 Twenty-first Avenue S,
""■ Monroe School. ~
Like the Pilgrims of Old.
Most of my Christmases have been happy ones, but my most
memorable one was not. Of course at Christmas time all the
aunts, uncles and cousins meet together, and so they did at my
cousin's house one Christmas when I was quite young.
I was always planning some new game to play or .inventing
something, such as a patent baby rocker so that I could read, but
which threw the baby out and pretty nearly killed it,- and of
course I had to stop reading. This time- I suggested that we
dress up as pilgrims and go to church, the boys carrying guns
over their shoulders, the girls carrying stones with . which to
■warm their fingers during the long sermon.
We walked and walked and at last coming to a cave, we all
marched in. It became quite late and dark and still our sermon
had not come to an end. Our preacher got very tired and sat
down to rest and the congregation likewise. Our warming stones
began to lose their power. Another half hour went by and we
Were all "nid nid nodding," dropping into the land of sleep.
My, what a noise! The little boys rubbed their eyes and
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S^Ja "^e whole world is a Christmas tree, *, ~S,
Irlllil -And rt*^ its many candles be. )
I H ]|a Oh, Christmas Thoughts, :
\K Tbe whole world is a Christinas tree, NJ
lllfrliisi "*Lnd stars its many candles be. )|
jjiilli Oh, eiug a carol joyfully, I
■i | j|| The world's great feast In keeping; \\
111 ill For one© on a December night.
| Jill || An angel held a candle bright,
I [111 Aad led three vice men by Its light,
m§jjj§ ? To where a child ni sleeping."—Aaoo.
"The whole world is a Christmas tree,
And stars its many candles be.
Oh, sing a carol Joyfully,'
The world's great feast in keeping;
For one© on a December night,
An angel held a candle bright, .
And led three vice men by its light.
To where a child ni sleeping."—
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THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY DECEMBER 21, 1901.
reached sleepily out for their guns. Where were we? We
groped blindly around in the dark cave. Was that the whoop
of Indians coming after us? No! We heard familiar voices
and rushed forward.
Brave little pilgrims! Little they knew how much anxiety
they had given their parents on that Christmas night, though
Santa Claus did not forsake the .naughty girl who proposed the
runaway. —Clara Chisholm,
B Eighth Grade, 2227 Nineteenth Avenue S.
A Knight and a Gallant Steed.
One Christmas eve when I was a little boy, I hung up my
stocking. In the morning when I arose I saw a rocking horse.
The first thing I did was to look him over. Then I gave him a
piece of bread because I thought he was hungry, and went and
ate my breakfast. I mounted him; I was not used to him, so
when I began to rock I went over his head and struck my head
against the wall. Then I hit him. After a while I fliought I
would wash him. I took him out in the kitchen where my
mother and father would net see me, and began washing him.
My mother wondered what I was doing when I was so quiet. She
came out and saw me washing the horse, and she took him and put
him out on the porch. When I went to look for my horse it was
gone. I began to cry but my mother said that Santa Claus took
the horse back. When my father came home I told him about my
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Santa Claus is not aware of the fact that Tommy and Sallie are peep
ing. Can you find them?
troubles. He brought me the horse, but he said that if I washed
the horse again, Santa Claus would take him back for good.
A Sixth Grade, , ' —Walter Peterson,
Brenier School. 3211 Lyndale Avenue N.
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Can't Fool Santa.
When I was but a small boy, I thought a great deal of Santa
Clans. Christmas -eve before I went to bed I thought of a plan
to get many presents. I found a stocking of large capacity and
made a hole in the foot. of it. Under the stocking I put a good
sized box,.thinking the toys would fall through into the box, and
therefore it would take a great many toys to fill it.
The next morning I awoke early to see what Santa Claus had
brought me. To my great surprise I found the box half filled
with potatoes and- turnips. For the first time I found out that
it does not always pay to be greedy. But although I did not.
have the benefit of my peculiar present in one way, I did in an
other. I gave the vegetables to a poor woman living across the
street who thought it a better present than the box full of toys
would have been to me. So I was satisfied. -
■ A Eighth Grade, " —Ike Swiler,
- North Side High School. 635 Seventh Avenue N.
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;',.' '..• Some Unwelcome Wisdom.
I remember well the Christmas eve when I found out that
Santa Claus was only "pretend." It happened this way: My
brother and I had been quarreling as to the identity of Santa
Claus. I stood up for him and said I would prove it. About
half-past ten when I heard the rattling of paper down stairs
I peeked over the banister, what did I see? I stared at
papa filling the stockings, pinched myself, and finally tumbled
. down stairs in astonishment Papa came out to see what all
the noise was about. I asked him why he was filling the stock
ings and, he told me all about it. I was greatly disappointed,
but I soon forgot it, because I had seen, the tree and at the foot
of it I caught sight of a doll carriage which was just what I had
wanted ; most. —Edith G. McDonald, "
: B Seventh Grade, ■« . 1809 Vine Place.
* Emerson School.
Reckoned by the Dozens.
"No, you can't go into the dining-room -yet," mama said.
"Old Santa is coming In just a little while and if you should
Bee him, why. then he wouldn't bring you any presents."
; We had. been very busy helping auntie, as we thought, who
was stringing popcorn and • cranberries and doing all sorts of
things^ We had a dim notion that they had something to do
with Christmas but .we did not know that in the dining-room
the table had been removed and in its place was a monstrous
evergreen with dozens of candles just waiting to be lit.
.' We three - children had our "supper in the nursery and then
people commenced to arrive. Aunts and uncles and cousins, in
' fact, all our relatives who could come. And then when we were
all assembled around the tree and when papa had lit the last
candle and arranged the tinsel star on the top of the tree,
climbing on a stepladder for the purpose, and when I was gaz
ing in speechless admiration and delight *at the numberless
presents hanging j from the branches—then, two figures stepped
into the room. Both were wrapped in far and one had a long
white beard and a funny little cap. -, I looked and looked and
then in an ecstacy of Joy I cried, "Santa Clans, Santa Clans!"
"Yea, I am Santa Clams, and this is my wife," he said, and
commenced to untie a dram at the bottom of the tree.
- 9 But the V moment fmy brother saw him he kicked * and
•creamed, "Go 'way, had man! Go 'wayr At this, Santa Ciaus
said, "If little boys act so badly I must go." And go he did, leav
ing papa to take down the presents. Until a long time after I
never wondered how it happened thit we had two more relatives
drop in a few moments later. —Kathleen Dougan,
" B Eighth Grade, 3137 Portland Avenue.
Horace Mann School.
The MitiniKiit Ghost.
Christmas eve is the time when most people are happy and
usually somewhat excited, anxious to know what others have in
store for them.
Some seven or eight years ago I sat up until late watching
for Santa Claus. I had been told that if I sa t up much longer
Santa Claus would not come to see me, so I thought the best
thmg for me was to do as I was told. After I was in bed I lay
awake with my eyes fixed on the fireplace.
It musf have been about midnight when slowly my bedroom
door was opened and in walked a tall person all in white. I had
heard of ghosts and goblins, so I was sure this must be one of
those hideous creatures. It moved from the table to the chair
and then stcod still for seme time, this frightened me so that
my limbs began to shake and my hair stood on end. I could not
keep quiet any longer and so I started to cry and scream in
The "ghost," who was no other than my sister, tried to quiet
me, but all in vain, for the scare had a bad effect on me. That
year I spent my Christmas and many more days that
followed in bed. —Elsie Will,
B Eighth Grade, 2405 Nineteenth Avenue X.
Fate of a Witless Churmer.
It was about five years ago that my father bought
a big doll to give me for a Christmas present. I saw
him when he brought it in, so he gave it to me two
days before. Mama had invited two or three families
to spend Christmas Day with us, and she had dressed
the doll sq it would look pretty when my little girl
friends came. Two of the girls were delighted with it,
and both wanted it at the same time. So one of them
pulled the doil by her legs and the other by the hair.
When the latter pulled the hair off, the other fell back
wards and the doll's head was banged against the door
post and broken. I was very angry, but I had been
taught to be polite, so I played with them, but with a
very unwilling spirit. The next Christmas mama gave
me another doll. —Hildur Peterson,
A Sixth Grade, 3537 Irving Avenue,
* Calhoun School.
A Rick Vein of Coal.
One Christmas eve about five years ago I asked my
mother if I could hang up my stocking. She said I could,
so I thought I would get a nail and a hammer and nail
it above the fireplace. When I gave the nail and ham
mer to my mother, she laughed and said that I should
hang it on the hook.
In the morning I came downstairs early to see
what was in my stocking. But oh, dear, it was so
heavy, and when I looked into it I saw it was full of
coal. Then I began to cry, but my mother told me to
take it to the kitchen and empty it, because there might
be something in the bottom of it. When the stocking
had been emptied a paper fluttered to the floor. I opened
it and a silver dollar fell out. Then I read the letter,
which Santa had written to me. He said that he had
stored my presents in the front hall, and that he had brought me
a big doll, and if I would keep it until next Christmas, I should
receive a larger one. —Katie Daley,
A Fifth Grade, " 1804 Central Avenue NE.
In Dragging, Girls' Clothen.
s ''Christmas!" What memories that one word brings to my
mind. Santa Claus, stockings, trees, and everything else. It
was Dec. 25, 1899, that I most easily remember. My mother found
a kind of a play in one of the magazines which was something
about Santa Claus coming in at a window and filling a little girl's
stocking full of toys and candy and other things.
I was a nurse dressed up in, bah! girl's clothes, which
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i For Saturday, Dec. 28:
"NEWS FOR A NEWSPAPER."
Suppose that each one of you is a reporter for a real
newspaper. Take some field and write an article of imag
inary news about it. So-called police news-—fire, crime,
fatal accidents —is barred; also all society personals. It
is suggested that .
EIGHTH GRADE AND ABOVE take editorials, dra
matic criticisms and political news the world over.
SEVENTH GRADE AND BELOW, local hews, school
sports, telegraphic news from all over the world; any
thing of general interest in fact.
Answer in these news notes the questions What?
When? Where? How? Why? and you will have a practical
To make class work cover all sorts of fields, talk it
over and try to have a variety, so that the editor will
have a quiver full of news. The papers must be in the
hands of the editor
Not Xater Than Monday Even inc. December 23.
At 5 o'clock. They must be strictly original, written in
ink, on one side only of the paper, not more than 300
words in length, marked with the number of words and
each signed with the grade, school, name and address of
the writer. The papers must not be rolled.
For Saturday, Jan. 4:
"THE CARELESS JUNIOR."
None of us escapes the results of carelessness, for
even the most methodical man has times when he is heed
less and all sorts of things happen, some funny, some
very disagreeable. What special thing happened "once
upon a time" when you were careless? It may be that
you forgot, or that you were heedless or just plain care
less and inattentive to what you had in hand. The
papers must be in the hands of the editor
Not Litter Than Monday Evening, December 30,
At 6 o'clock. They must be strictly original, written in
ink, on one Bide only of the paper, not more than 300
words in length, marked with the number of words and
each signed with the grade, school, name and address of
the writer. The papers must not be rolled.