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Usborne, all showed deepest feeling
and reverence in their various parts.
The giving of prizes and presents,
a distribution of handsome copies of
the Bible among the children, the
singing of hymns and carols, a
bountiful supply of cake and lemonade,
furnished and served by the
Women's Guild, and then with the
hearty singing of the doxology, a
most successful evening was closed.
Special mention must be made of
the presentation of a fine new bicycle
to Master Joseph Stickney,
of St. Clement's Church, given
by the vestry in appreciation of
faithful services. Master Stickney
is a son of the late Rev. J. Stickney,
at one time in the diocese of Virginia,
and stepson of Mr. T. Bur-bank
of the federal engineer's department
of Honolulu. P. C. A.
MRS. YOUNG RE-ELECTED.
Chicago, Dec. 18. Mrs. Ella
Flagg Young has been re-elected
superintendent of the schools of
Chicago, having justified in her one
year's service the action of the
board of education in appointing a
woman to a $10,000 position. She
was re-elected unanimously. During
the first months of her
she abolished the system
of secret marking that had made
more or less of a feud between the
superintendent and the teachers.
President Urion said that in her reelection
the board acknowledged the
excellency of her administration.
The criticism of electing a woman,
he said, had been answered by her
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THE LITTLE STAR.
If I had been the little star
That looked that night on Him
Who slept on Mary mother's
All in winter dim ;
I know. I know I would have sung
As stars ne'er sung before,
Long lingering with my little
Beside that stable door!
If I had been that little star,
All swung in that blue sky.
That heavenly, holy little gleam,
That night's all-seeing eye:
If I in that high course had
My orbit through the dome,
I know, I know I would have run
To take my great news home!
THE HONOLULU TIMES
I know, I know I would have run
But not until I'd ta'en
Beside that humble stall a look
Again, again, again:
And there with rapture gazing
My smile He sees, I'd say,
And He will wait for me again
To bring my light, I pray!
If I had been that little star
In that lone sky and blue,
I'd stood still, as in Ajalon
They dreamt the stars could do,
And casting there upon His head
One soft beam all the while,
Oh, I would ask no other gift
Than just to help Him smile!
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A delicate perfume will be given
to linen by putting a lump of
orris root into the boiler on washing
days. The delicious fragrance
thus given will last even after
ironing, but will at no time be
penetrating enough to be disagreeable.
Another and even
more lasting method is to put a
Tokay bean in the drawer in
which the linen is laid. This perfume
in large quantities is overpowering,
but one bean will give
just the right odor. It usually requires
warmth to bring out the
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"Charlie" Landis, who is famous
throughout Indiana as a wit
and story-teller, thinks he has
read the most original Shakespearean
criticism ever written.
According to him, it appeared
in a paper published in Rising
Sun, Ind., and it was called forth
by the production there of "Hamlet"
by a wandering company.
In Rising Sun Shakespeare was
a novelty, and the little theater,
the only one in town, was crowded
to the doors for the performance.
The next morning the daily
chronicler of the happenings in
the village printed this:
"Shakespeare's immortal tragedy,
"Hamlet" was produced here
last night. It was a great society
event. The leading men of town
and their wives and daughters
were out in the best clothes they
could afford. Seldom has such a
distinguished assemblage been
gotten together in this part of
"There has long been a dispute
as to whether Shakespeare or
Lord Bacon wrote the plays of
Shakespeare. That knotty problem
can now be solved. Let the
graves of both men be opened.
'Hamlet' was written by the one
who turned over last night."
The Popular Magazine.
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Washington, December 22.
Children are the most remunerative
investments you can make,
asserts Pastor Huckel of Baltimore.
"It is worth while to
skimp and save for them," he
says. "Some people think of
children as a burden, or a bother,
or an inconvenience, or an expense.
They may be all of this
but they are worth it. They
are worth all they cost. Children
help us to renew our youth. They
make us read fairy tales again;
they initiate us into children's
games again; they introduce us
into the fascinating world of their
young friends. Children make us
kindly toward all children. They
open up fountains of sympathy.
Children can teach us infinitely
more than we can teach them.
Children are rally given to train
up a parent in the way he should
go. Children bring us messages
straight from heaven messages
of innocence, tenderness, dependence,
love. A parent's love and
sacrifice a true father or mother
would die for their child is a
vision of the supreme sacrifice in
Christ. A true home with the
child in the midst becomes a very
window of heaven."
GOD BLESS US EVERY ONE.
"God bless us every one !" prayed
Crippled, and dwarfed of body,
yet so tall
Of soul, we tiptoe earth to look
High towering over all.
He loved the loveless world, nor
That it, at best, could give to
him, the while,
But pitying glances, when his
Was but a cheery smile.
And thus he prayed, "God bless
us every one!"
Enfolding all the creeds within
Of his child-heart and so, despising
Was nearer saint than man.