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dragged so I nearly fell down at every step. I had a lamp in
my hand, too. The-little girl went to bed and I came on the
scene and tucked her in. Soon Santa Claus came in and pro
ceeded to do his annual job. As soon as it was morning or sup
posed to be the girl woke up and began to look at her gifts. She
gave a short recitation and then four queer-looking personages
came out and made their bows.
After that we lighted the candles on a Christmas tree and
after everybody had received th.'ir presents and our friends
had gone home, we were like the little girl, in bed and dreaming.
B Seventh Grade, —Erford Frost,
Lake Harriet School. 2SOO Thomas Avenue S.
A Defender of the Truth.
One day about seven years ago my brother told me that
there was no Santa Claus, which was very surprising but \vhi<-h
of course was true because my brother said so. Before the day
was out, I had had three fights with other boys to prove that
there was no Santa Claus. To further prove the assertion I made
up with one of the boys and had him stay all night with me. We
watched all night, and he had partly persuaded me that there
was a Santa Claus; but I thought what my brother said was
right, although I had made his nose bleed the day before and
threatened to do it again if he did net keep still. At 6 in the
morning he was quite convinced that there was no Santa Claus.
This is my most memorable Christmas, for I learned that there
was no Santa Claus and taught three other boys
of my age to believe the same.
B Sixth Grade, —Murray Waters.
1 vn lale School. 3250 Lyndale Ay. S.
A Few WinkH for Joy.
One Christmas morning my sister, another
little girl, and I went to give a peer family a
dinner. To our great surprise the mother was
ill. and two little ekjldren were cuddled close
together in the bed to keep warm. The poor
mother was so happy that she cried. We then
went home to tell mama about them. She felt
very sorry and thought we could spare them a
Wo gathered up shoes, stockings, dresses,
and other things, and then we went to their
home. The children were taken out of bed and
dressed warmly; a fire was built and mama pre
pared dinner. Meanwhile we played with the
children, told them stories, and had a fine time.
Dinner was soon ready and they sat down to
eat; we went home, feeling very happy and
knowing that when one makes ethers happy
he is happy also. —Alma Larson,
B Sixth Grade, 150S Fourth Avenue S.
Too !.(ii)Kf<i-f(i>- Teeth.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all
through the house
Not a creature was stirring, excepting
I don't know about the mouse, but I was stir
ring, for I had grown very inquisitive concern
ing Santa Glaus.
1 had been warned that if I stayed awake he
would net give me anything. All other Christ
bases I had been afraid and had gone to sleep;
but now, at the age of five, I was brave. . ; T..'
I hail written a letter to Santa Claus in which I wanted two
gold teeth, because two of mine had fallen out and I could not eat
candy very well without them; a silk dress and a "whole tot of
things." I was determined to see Basta, so when [ heard a noise
I crept down stairs and peeped through the heyhole. ocly to
see mama and papa putting our presents on the tree. But what
was that? A blue silk dress! No gold teeth, though. I could
get along without the teeth, since I had the dress. This Christ
mas is memorable because I found out that Saint Nick did not
really pay us a visit. —Ellen Fitzgerald, < .
A Sixth Grade. • 3614 Harriet Avenue S.
A round the Blazing t tile Logr.
"Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" was the jubilant hur
rah from the guests as I entered the room with nuts and
candy to entertain them. The yule log lay blazing in, the fire
place and merry people were gathering around it. In the other
room was the tree ready to be lighted. In came Santa Claus
■with his big pack of presents on his back; he laid the presents
under the tree and off he went to another place. We lighted
the tree and the merry people and children danced around it.
When the caudles were all burned and the dancing and singing
was over the presents were distributed. Then the fun came to see
what each had received. In a short time the people became very
tired and each returned to his room and dreamt happy dreams of
a merry Christmas eve. —Emma Lee,
A Seventh Grade, 3114 Twenty-ninth Street S.
A Christina* by Proxy.
One Christmas especially clings to my memory, because it
was a very unusual Christmas eve for us. We almost always
have a Christmas tree, popcorn, and receive presents on this holy
festival eve. But instead of this, we got very few presents, w-e
did not pop corn or have a tree. When we inquired into the mat
ter we found out that we were to be deprived of this pleasure ami
give it to some poor, shivering, half-clad children who did not
realize what Christmas meant. We did not at first agree to this
idea. Vr/^;-l ,
But, oh, if you could have seen their joy, and witnessed the
thankful mother's tears you would riot doubt but that we enjoyed
that Christmas better than if we had had it at home.
B Seventh Grade, " '. .' —Doras Reed,
Whittier School. « 2613 First Avenue S. V
The Black Fate of a Paul Rry.
My sister and I had both written a note to Santa telling him
what we wanted. One day before Christmas I got to thinking h:> r
fat Santa Claus could get down such a little hole as that of our
chimney and at last I asked my mother. She said he got through
it some way and I said he could not. We argued for a while
and then I said I was going to prove it. I stuck my head into the
fireplace but only saw that everything was black. I then stuck
- my head in a little farther and all at once I felt something fall
on my face and I could not see the top of the chimney. At last
I gave it up and went into the other room. When my mother
saw me she said, "What's the matter with your face?" I ran to
the looking glass and saw that my face was all soot and I could
hardly get it off. You may be sure I never looked to see how big
the hole was in a chimney again.
B Seventh Grade, — Harold Seyfried,
Irving School. 2630 Sixteenth Avenue S.
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A Mystery Solved.
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It was a few years ago when I was a little fellow. Naturally
there were all sorts of peculiar things happening which I could
not understand, At last Christmas eye came with the Christmas
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY DECEMBER 21, 1901,
HIS BUSY DAY.
Miller—Hey there, you, Mr. Spider: Get your infernal web off my mill-wbeel. This is my busy
day.—Krom Judge, copyright 1901.
tree. We were all in the parlor when there came a loud knock
at the door and old Santa Claus bounded into the room and gave
us our presents. After shaking hands with us and joking awhile
he bounded out of the front door again.
It had always been a mystery to me who that jolly old fel
low that came down the chimney was, and during the evening I
was a little shy of him. About five minutes afterwards I went
into the kitchen, and there I found Santa Claus in the very act
of taking off his face and furry coat; and 10, there stood before
me, instead of Santa Claus, my own father. Ever since that
night no one has been able to talk Santa Claus to me.
B Sixth Grade, —Eddie Ravey,
Blame School.. 1146 Aldrich Avenue N.
A Losing Battle With Morpheus.
Several years ago when Santa Claus was accustomed to visit
me, someone told me a story of him -that started me to thinking
on Christmas eve. This was. the story: ■ . . .;
Santa Claus climbed down the chimney of one of my friends
and began filling their stockings when some of them awoke. As
soon as they saw him they jumped out of bed expecting to talk
to him. Santa was so spry and quick to hear them that while
rushing down stairs some of his toys fell from his pack to the
floor. He was in such a hurry that he did not have time to pick
them up so the children received more presents than they had
Having heard this story, I made up my mind to catch him
HIS BUSY DAT.
ia the same way, hoping to meet with the same success. My
mother always sent me up to bed early Christmas eve so as to
have time to fix the tree.
When I was ready for bed I crawled in, determined to stay
awake for him. After lying so for some time I thought I heard
a slight noise near the fireplace. Out of bed I got, thinking that
-my plan had surely ~ worked. After waiting by the grate for
some minutes thinking perhaps I had been mistaken I climbed
back into bed to wait. By this time I was very sleepy and fell
asleep, at once. The next morning when I awoke I saw to my
great sorrow that Santa Claus had come and gone and that I
would have to wait a whole year to try to catch him as I had
planned. ' —Katherine L. Pond,
B Seventh Grade. 308 Ridgewood Avenue.
Doubts of Santa's Honesty.
Christmas does not seem as it used to. Until I was seven years
old, Santa Claus had not a better friend in the world than my
self. I remember distinctly one Christmas eve when I must have
had doubts as to his honesty. I was preparing for bed early in
the evening. I took off my slippers, which I was very proud of,
and placed them at the foot of the couch. Just then a thought
came into my mind. I began putting my slippers away back
under the couch. My mother, who was sitting near by reading,
looked up and said, "Why, what in the world are you doing?"
"I am going to hide my slippers, because to-night when Santa
Claus comes he might take them." I went to bed contentedly,
feeling that my slippers were safely hidden. -
A Sixth Grade, —Langdon Dunkelberger,
Sheridan School. 439 Fourth Street NE.
Three Weeks' Long,
I will tell you about a Christmas eve nine years ago. I was
then five years old. My happiest Christmas eves were spent when
I was younger, because I believed in Santa Claus. Before supper
we children—my brother and I—were talking about Santa Claus
and the presents he gives away, and what we would like to have.
After we had had supper we had papa tell us about his Christ
mag eves, when he was a boy and lived in Sweden. There they
celebrate Christmas for three weeks. They have parties, not to
last one day as in our country, but two or three days at a time.
Then, after he had told us a few stories, we went to bed, after
hanging our stockings up, and hoping Santa Claus would not
forget us. We wondered how Santa Claus could come down the
chimney. I made up my mind I was not going to go to sleep so
that I could see how Santa did come down. I lay awake a long
time, when it was about eleven o'clock I saw mama coming with
her arms full of presents and putting them into the stockings,
which seemed very funny to me, ; because I expected to see Santa
Claus. —Aurora Mattson, ,::
: B Seventh Grade, „ 3820 Grand Avenue.
Rosedale School. . ' ; ;^?'" . . ■
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The Right Kind of .a. Surprise.
One of my happiest Christmas eves was spent two years ago,
when a, party of children surprised a poor widow who lived in a
little hut not far away. We roasted two turkeys, baked several
loave3 of bread, and presented her with a large rocker. We also
brought with us a sack of flour and four yeast cakes. ' -
We started off about seven o'clock, and when we arrived we
gave a gentle tap. . When the old woman came and opened the
door we all cried out, "Surprise party on you!" We entered the
house * and started a blazing fire, ordering her to -go and sit
down in her. new rocker, -which, she did. We spread the table
and made ready for a great feast, placing the turkey in the mid
;; dle of the table. After feasting we cleared the table and washed
tbe dishes, When this was done we placed everything in order.
and told her that every day a girl would come to help her. We
put on our coats and bid her "Good night," and went home.
A. Sixth Grade, —Iver Llden,
Hamilton SehooL. 4144 Bryant Avenue N.
Decorated in Yellow and White.
Last Christmas eve, as I well remember, mother sent me to
the store to buy some things; one was eggs, and as she needed
them right away, I hurried. The sidewalk was slippery. I fell;
the eggs broke, with me on top of them. I was well pasted up.
with yellow and white on my jacket, skirt, and mittens. I had to
go a block and a half to reach home. People stared at me in
surprise. I was ashamed and would not look up at those whom I
knew. When I reached home mother said, "Why, what has hap
pened to you?" "I slipped and fell." "Where are the eggs?"
"On my clothes." "Well, I think you will remember this Christ
mas eve, don't you?" "Yes, I think so," I answered.
A Fifth Grade, —Emma Cole,
Greeley School. 2523 Fourteenth Avenue &
Like a Well-Behaved Santa.
I was born in North Dakota, one hundred miles from the
nearest railroad. Five years ago when the railroad was finally
built to our town, mama decided that we should have a Christ
mas tree. No evergreens grew in that locality and the nearest
place where we could obtain one was at Grand Forks; so we
had one shipped up by express. We lived in the
country, our neighbors being mostly half
breeds. What white children there were, being
born there like ourselves, had never seen a
Christmas tree. So to add to our pleasure, mama
invited all of the white neighbors around to our
house on Christmas eve. We could not buy
trimmings for it as one can here, so we trimmed
it with different colored candies, oranges, ap
ples, and popcorn made into chains. We all be
lieved in Santa Claus and naturally there had
to be one. The Christmas tree stood in front
of the fireplace and the first thing we saw was
Santa Claus bobbing up from behind the Christ
mas tree. We thought he came down the chim
ney, as he is supposed to do. The guests and
our parents put all of the Christmas presents on
the tree and at the close of the evening Santa
Claus distributed them among us.
B Sixth Grade, —Ethel Lyman,
Garfield School. 2417 Fourth Avenue S.
The Cat on Guard.
On a certain Christmas eve I was looking out
of the window to find Santa Claus, when mama
called me into the parlor. I obeyed and pres
ently found myself looking upon one of the
mo6t beautiful sights my baby imagination had
ever pictured. There in the middle of the floor
was one of the largest trees mama could get,
all in a confusion of candles, tinsel, and deco
rated candy bags. I surveyed the scene with
great admiration until looking lower I discerned
a cloth cat of monstrous size, glaring at me from
under the tree. I immediately withdrew, walk
ing slowly backwards until, coming even with
grandpa's chair, all courage forsook me and
climbing upon his lap I buried my face in his
coat amid great laughter from all around; but I was afterwards
assured of its inability to hurt me by being told of the joke. This
is the first Christmas I can remember, and therefore my most
memorable one. —George Blossom,
B Seventh Grado, 241 Vincent Avenue N.
A Bout With the Sandman.
I usually spend a very enjoyable Christmas eve, but the
memorable one was spent about three or four years ago. The
snow was falling fast, and it was rather cold. I went to bed
ver^ early, expecting that I would get more presents than if I
went to bed very late after watching for Santa Claus. I did not
want to go to sleep right away, but one cannot keep awake very
long, even if he wants to. I awoke about half-past one. I had
almost forgotten that it was Christmas, but it soon came to
my mind. I arose and found my stocking stuffed. It made me
feel quite happy; but when I looked into it I was very sad, for
there was a great potato where I had thought were granges or
apples. I went to bed feeling very disappointed. Now I wanted
to go to sleep, but I could not. In the morning my stocking wag
filled with toys and apples. —Helen Rieek,
B Sixth Grade, 316 Irving Avenue N.
A Lagging Christmas Angel.
It was Christmas 1897, and our Sunday school class had de
cided to give some poor family a Christmas dinner, and I was to
take it. For some reason I was detained and did not get started
until about 5 o'clock. It was just dusk when I got off the car,
and after going two blocks down, I turned to the left and went
along the street until I came to a long row of flats back of some
buildings. I stopped there, dreading to go any farther; at last I
plucked up courage enough and went up to the number I had
on my basket. It wa3 about a minute after I knocked that the
door was opened by a small boy who relieved me of the basket,
and I hurried off, glad to get my errand done.
B Eighth Grade, —Louis Raymer,
Clinton School. 415 E Twenty-seventh Street.
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■1-'"'.. ;;, Too Knowing Boys.
I remember very well it was about five years ago Christmas
eve that I hung up my stocking by the fireplace so Santa would
not have to look for it. Beside it I pinned a little note. I asked
him for a pair of skates, a picture book, candy, a game or two,
and several other things that I do not recall. Some boys had
told me that there was no real Santa Claus and so I was going
to watch and see. I went to bed about nine o'clock. It was not
long till I was up and sitting on the stairs where nobody could
see me waiting for Santa Claus. I did not have to wait long, for
soon I saw my mother and father putting a pair of skates into
my stockings, together with other things. After they had fin
ished I went .^ack to bed as softly as I could, and nobody could
hear me. After a long time I went to sleep. Naturally, I never
believed there was a Santa Claus after that.
A Seventh Grade, —Jean Hartzell,
Minnehaha School. Minnehaha Park.
A MAN IN MINIATURE.
Nineteen years old and nineteen inches high. Such are the
age and stature of Fatna, the famous East Indian dwarf. Hia
weight is thirteen pounds. Smaun is his little sister. She is one
year younger and one pound lighter. These creatures are veri
table pigmies and quite different from some dwarfs, in that tXioir
members are in proportion to their size. Fatna's head is about
the size of an orange and his arms are the size of broomsticks.
In fact, he is a man in miniature, with none of the false
proportions of infanta.