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Way, way back in. bible -hist'ry, there's a story that's no mys- ;j
fry to the modern Christmas shopper as he elbows through the-3
'crowd. Whether it be truth orT'
fable 'bout that ancient tower of 2
Babel, a million tongues at Yule-
tide in this fashion waggeth loud:-.j
"O, what CAN I get you, moth-li
er?" "There's my husband's bach- ,r
'lor brother, he's so finicky;" a.
"What can I get for Guy?" "Let's,:
'start with the jewelry, Mabel, go
'as far, as we are able, I ve not the a
"slightest notion what to buy." a
Y'O, no, thanks, I'm only looking."
1 suppose you 11 do your cooking
'on the Christmas range your hus- q
band s going to get? Yes, that,s
IS a useful present.' "Christmas shopping's far from pleasant."
"Mercy,, have you?' I haveioads to buy for yet." "See that doll 3
dres'sed like a lady." "Goodness, and there's Molly Grady, she re-,g
membered me last Christmas, and I've left her off my list." "Wont
that toy .train-please the kiddies? And those boy dolls dressed like ,"
middies' "Now I wonder is there ANYONE I've missed?" j
"There's a bag- for cousin Fannie, and a watch'fot little Dannie, still
I haven't got aching .forUncle Ed." "Men are awful hard tp buy jf
for." "Willie has begun to cry for a Curtis model airship and a d
sled." "Gee, Mame, but I am weary, Christmas may be gay and ;
cheery, but to us it's only rush and overtime." "This jam is simply
frightful." "Oh, that breath of air's delightful." "Goodness, there's s
a woman. fainted." "Do you .'spose it IS hand-painted?" "This
Christmas shopping is an AWFUL chore;" "Next year, 111 do ifr.r
early and escape fhis hurly-burly"
So it goes ad infinitum as of yore; each year revives the fable ft
of this modern tower of Babel, and though we talk of making" J
Christmas sane, theworld's "bereft of reason at this festive Yuletide
season; it's a matter of the heart and not the brain. rJie
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Ah, Beautiful Tomorrow! ,
.0 Beautiful Tomorrow !"
So sings the aspiring soul,
With eyes upon the summit,1
With hope upon the goal;
There is one only way
That we may touch our glory
And that lies through Today!
