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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 17, 1912, Image 15

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v By Phillips Brodks,
iThe earth has grown old with its
burddn of care,
But at Christmsa it always is
X iThe heart of the jewel burns lus-
!And its soul full pf music breaks
forth on the air, k
When the song of the angels
is sung. '
It is- coming, qld earth, it is com
"" ing tonight; i 1
On the snowflakes that covered
" ' thy sod ' v
he feet pf theChrischild fall
gentle and white,
nd the voice of the Christ-child
tells- out through;thE night,
That mankind are thetchlfduen
' of -God. "
pnHhesad and the lpnely.the
Tiie voice of the Christ-child
1' " shall fall; ,
'And to, every bfiridwahderer
v nnen the. dnnr i f,
Pfahope that1 he dared n6t to
dream of pefore; t
With a sunshine of welcome
-for all. - -
j -
iThVfeet of the humblest Tnay
Walk m the hem
Where 'the feet of the holiest
have trod;
This is, the marvel to mortals re
When the silvery trumpets of
Christmas have peated
- That mankind are the children
' . fifGodj
An amusing-telephone story is
told of a lady whose name is
Brown. One morning recently
she proceeded from the breakfast
table to the telephone in theihall
to order some things from the
butcher. ' ,
"HelloJ'said Mrs. Browm "Is
that Mr. Batty's?"
"Well, this., is Mrs. Brawn's
residence. Will you send -me a
large, thick steak by 4 o'clock?"
The boy, in the butcher shop
happened 'to answer the 'phone,
and-promptly responded :-
"Well, yQu just bet your sweet
. "Bo you know, sir,j to whom
ypu are speaking?" indignantly
inquired Mrs. Brown.
'""Sure, I fo," said the boy
"You're Jenny, Mrs. Brpwhls
, "You are mistaken, youngs
man. Ydu are speaking with. Mrs.
' that so?" rfeplied the 'boy.
"Then in that case, ma4am, we'll
call tffe'bet riff.?'
Provided one can survive the
shock, says Prof. Berzoine, a
Freriqh scientist, 1,000 volts of
electricity has the food value of
a porterhouse, steak. Turn on the
current! We've stood the shock
of a bill for porterhouse.
o o
Mr. Doolittle Well, if-1 can't
pdint I am at least a master of the
Ethel So is Fanner Green's

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