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"f-y-ln-'jV'W "-? . . : " THE MODERN BABEL ,,- 1 if t Jrts0tfK g . . Tig; iijJiijK$iJ nmzmi. mimm 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 ' 0-0 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!