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§ m A / mm ti iristîtuus ttiefi Vopp<n> W l 7 OT long ago there lived In the dty of Marseilles an old shoemaker, loved and hon ored by all his neighbors, who called him Martin." One Christmas eve father Martin, who had been reading the story of the three wise men who brought their gifts to the Infant Jesus, said to himself: "If only tomorrow were Christmas day and the Savior coming to this world tonight how I would serve and adore him ! I know very well what 1 would give him." 1 "Father the first were He arose and took from a shelf two little shoes. "Here Is what I would give him, my finest work, pleased his mother would be ! IIOW But what am I thinking of?" he continued, smiling. "Does the Savior need my poor shop and my shoes7" But that night Father Martin had a dream. Tie thought that the voice of Jesus himself said to him: "Martin, you have wished to see mè. Watch the street tomorrow from morning un til evening, for I shall pass your way." When he awoke the next morning, Father Martin, convinced that what he had dreamed would surely take place, hastened (o put his shop In order, lighted his fire, drunk his coffee and then .seated himself at the win dow to watch the passersby. The first person he saw was a poor street sweeper, who was trying to warm himself, for It was hitter cold. "Poor man 1" said Martin to hlm He must be very cold. Sup self. pose I offer him a cup of coffee." He tapped on the window and called to the man, who did not have to he urged to accept (he steaming coffee. After watching In vain tor an hour Fattier Martin saw a young woman, miserably clothed, carrying a baby. Khe was so pale and thin that the heart of the poor cobbler was touched, and he called to her. "You don't look very well," he said. "1 am going to the hospital," replied the woman. "I hope they will take me In with my child. My husband Is at ■ca, I am sick and haven't a cent." "Poor thing 1" said the old man. "You must eat some bread while yon are getting warm. No? Well, take a cup of milk for the little one. Come, warm yourself and let me take the - V. '/fid v n i » #/ NS 'ià % 'XV -$5 j m i I V r >< Vr • • i v*' m u (i\ M V V m '■ LA laTovxr cavd fui ijcntlchcmlkî r^\vcr the roar of the cities * ^ ^'Over the hilU anCt the Oelh, With a message of peace to the nations, the beavtifvl3elh1ehcm helk 3riru$mp joy to the $ovls that are si^hiny Hh the hovels where poverty Cavelk jühere islifc-therc is life for the frying, DCh the heavtifvl JkthleKern hells ♦ 1 1 it marked "Grape. 1850." She sampled It and found It delicious, claims to have tasted the oldest Jam known. Britain Is now looking for the story Ancient Jam Good She now # Food experts state that there • Is more nutriment In the Christ . S mas plum-padding than In three One lady who hud obtained some o t times Its weight of prime meat. the at present very rare commodity ; discovered she had received one pot A story which even Punch deigns to joke about has been In circulation In London lately. It appears that two of "Plum and Apple" canned In 1812, old ladle* of ninety recently departed this life and when an Inventory of their • effects was taken a large store of jam « was discovered. This was soon dis posed of and then comes the joke. baby. Why [ Tuu haven't put hi a shoes on." "He hasn't any." sighed the woman. "Walt a minute. X have a pair." And the old man brought the shoes which he had looked at the evening before and put them on the child's feet. They fitted perfectly. Hour after hour went by, and al though many people passed the win dow, the Muster did not oorae. When It grew dark the old man sadly began to prepare his humble supper. "It was a dream," he murmured. "Well, I did hope. But he has not come." After supper he fell asleep In his chair. Suddenly the room seemed full of the \ r - l I if' V j -, i ) j m$T: * /, A? 1 I 1 v, / - W4 4 ^ / v_.... à . M301 ■I S X , - J r™ ' ùâm / Watched the Passersby. people whom he had aided during the day, and each one asked of him In turn: "Have you not seen me?" "But who are you?" cried the shoe maker to all these visions. Then the little child pointed to the Bible on the table, und his rosy finger showed the old man this passage; "Whosoever shall receive one of these little ones receiveth me." anhungered and ye jjave me meat; I was thirsty and ye guve me drink; I was a stranger and ye took me In. . . . Verily I say unto you. Inas much as ye have done It unto one of the least of these my brethren ye have done It unto me." . 1 'I was C - Tike Patron Saint o£ dxristmas ZM I » zm m A m f. m m ■m. tmm i ; -:*Ä m x ■ ••••• " ? 0? a jj jfa ic mm0. ■ *■ A 0-i w % fy?' : / X S' V. V SâSSWÿx ' - i m y y i; ' W' Ü y/y .'if ■ % :■ - • ■T': K'<\ •igj % -1: y ■ y/< . 3/4 •At m ■ ■ j will ' XXs ;S:S: ' S3L V 9 • v - ■ A.;lli s t f X X ; . is * y Wi ■ »I / * ■m 'S ; w a* >s X:: m. V ■: r » T >;■ m ■ Wt ■ ; \y i : it; ■i: ' x ' » mi. m m ' ; X 1 . ; •• : MW . ' 3 ». » i mm ■ ■ •• ;ÿi </ : \\ i \ IÜ ■ .• »..vi-ÿè i ï M ■■ m ' mJ£ ë : / .• £ % j : ■ . > À $i i: V ■ f ; J wi 1/ - ë - . HROUGHOUT this Christmastide and Coming Y ear may we con^ stantly give that greatest gift of love — Service — to the cause of right and justice, to our fellow man and to our Country. Thus giving wc shall merit that joy which comes only to those of whom Christ said: "Well done." O ÖäVorncMB i WÊ BS i- *x /ft -i -A A Oh, Teddy Beer. I'm glad you came, I like wild animals what's tame. Pm not afraid to squeeze you tight, 'Cause you won't soad or snap or bite. I'll take you with me er'ry I day. Togezzer we will romp and pUy. t time* loo my dearie You'll snuggle by me in my bed. Il I am cross, you will not care. You'll always be my Teddy Bear. T At T Writes Out the Entire Bible A remarkable achievement Is the writing of the entire Bible, the work Hugh Russell of Montreal. The volume ; la scarcely larger than the old-style family Bible, and every paga has been written xt'lth the greatest care, requlr lpg an lnflnlte amount of patience and reverence such as would recall the work of the medieval monk. mj. Russell, who Is a Presbyterian *ad i devout believer in the Book Christmas Superstitions in Homes of Our Allies E OF the new world and the modern customs are al ways deeply Interested In any quaint beliefs or un usual mannerisms of the countries across the ocean. Particularly have the habits of Eng land and France held us; the former because she Is our mother country, the latter because of the unquenchable dear memory of Lafayette, and more recently because of that some spirit so gloriously upheld today by France's noble sons. And this holiday time finds us with our eyes turned thither ward for a more poignant reason—for there aren't many homes who cannot claim a father, a son or a brother "over there." And It Is well to know some of the homely, sweet little superstitions which prevail among the people of our allies. In England and In Scotland the say ing goes that It Is unlucky for anybody but a brunette to first cross the thresh old on Christmas morning. To bake bread on Christmas day Is praiseworthy, and loaves baked then will never grow moldy. In these times of scarcity of flour, the poor loaves do not stand half a chance to mold I Woe to the housewife who on this day turns u mattress. It bodes 1U luck for the whole year. A superstition which had Its origin In Devonshire tells us that It Is had form and 111 luck Indeed not to wish the bees good morning and the compli ments of the season. On Christmas eve the hives are decorated with springs of green and a bit of red ribbon. 'Tls also said that bees sing all night on Christmas eve. But bees are rather perpetual singers, anyway. The graceful traditions prevail. In northern England and Wales, that the birds and beasts have some mystic connection with the Nativity. Hence, the farmers and landowners purchase sheaves of oats from little boys who sell them nS our boys sell holly. These bundles are placed In convenient high places In trees and fences, that the birds may partake. The cattle, sheep, goats, and oven the pigs, are all given double the amount of feedings on Christmas morning. In Lyons, France, at the Foundling hospital, a very pretty custom Is to w St come the first baby that arrives wMb special honors—a bertbboned cradle, padded basket, soft clothing, ■oUcdtude and a bestowal of gifts, and careful attention. nUtlon of the i>oor welcome given to Vm Child of Bethlehem 20 centuries and a beautiful thought It la. provinces in France It Considered bad luck to cross a strange threshold on Christmas day. w This Is dona In ex some Books, began his work of transcribing the Bible into manuscript Is 18»4, and finished It on St. Andrew's day, 1916. The work was done In odd moments leisure during these 23 years. The book In manuscript form ruas to 1,987 pages handwriting, almost half-printing. ts perfectly legible, and Mr. Ilussell he would be willing to offer $100 for any error or omission found ln and Is written In a peculiar DATE WITH wt > atO lB e II sc x % r £r If I v — ; ir~l r w ]C ? a George T T • □c ■ L_ - i vs A azr>* ££SL~ ■ ' > X - w -■ u » M - - (' V I \x-; w* Q :S; •:> C A, TlUiu I y* j m. I Santa Claus, I'm waiting here For you to come with your reindeer, mËq And bring the toys you've got for me tfmrvC Right down into this chimmeny. AÎ Can't Keep my head up very straight, n^v^So hope you won't be awf'ly late. Might go to sleep in this big chair. So Santa, if you really care To meet me, as I hope you do. You'll maKe your reindeer come right thru. 'Cause if this date you're going to Keep, Do hurry 'fore I go to sleep. r* I Xke Clirisémas Spirit N THE grim business of war, and under the spur of con servation pleas wrongly un derstood, there Is danger this year that something of the Christinas spirit will be Never before has It been more The i lost. important that It should not be. Christmas spirit as well as civilization and liberty must be saved. The world Is In the midst of a war that Is wrench log men's hearts; a nation that has made peace its emblem Is throwing It self and every resource Into the con flict ; on all sides sons have parted from mothers and fathers ; news of casualties is being received. Under such circumstances It might be natural for the weak to yield to depression. This roust not be. There Is a brave and cheery side to the picture, which must he kept constantly In our hearts and minds. Preserving and accelerating the Christmas spirit of other years will help do this ; omission of the usual acts of kindness and generosity will add needlessly to the depression that all are trying to drive from them. Heart* were never In greater need of cheering than this year. Nor was there ever greater need for an outlet of the spirit of kindness and generos ity In man. We are engaged In the un pleasant business of bringing to her senses by force a brutal government. That Is the task of the hour. Hut It should not be permitted to blind our eyes to the things wholly of the spirit, to dull sensibilities Into disregard of obligations less pressingly Important, but equally essential to the preserva tion of tho finest typo of American manhood and womanhood. That Is why charities in war times should be more generously supported than In days of peace; why this Christmas should be made. If possible, cheerier and happier than any Christmas that baa gone before. There are some people who cannot afford to observe this Christmas as they have observed It In years pre ceding. There are others who can bet ter afford to be generous than ever. AH should give In proportion. There Is uo reason why they should not, and every reason why they should. Not to do so will be unpatriotic and selfish. Î* 3. CHICKENS "MOTHER" EMOTIONAL DOG A woman In the suburbs keeps two tiens as "company" for her dog. The three play together by the hour, and when they get tired o i playing they talk. The woman says so. And as she owns the hens and the dog and Is around to watch, what she says ought to go. So they talk. Hens are not temperamental, but dogs are full of emotion*. For one fck . 0 é # : 3V mi*h ». #• » * * » » > » i 1 \ Wherever there is sickness May Santa Claus bring health; *■ \ Wherever there is poverty May Santa Gar bring wealth- *' J Wherever ona ! weeping May tear to smiles give way, £ J Wherever sadness hovers May joy come Christmas day. > * » * * »> » f - îi * * } To every heart that's aching : May peace and comfort come, *• 5 And may an outlook rosy * J Supplant each oudook glum. J! J May friends now separated Soon reunited be, J And every one find gladness Upon his Christinas tree. * * 4 i * * t r » 4 * 4 9 B * 3 The Hidden Burden If we knew the inner life of many of the people we meet, we would ha, very gentle with them and would ex- 1 cuse the things In them that seeosij strange to us. They are carrying bur dens of secret grief which we do not. begin to know.—J. R. Miller, D. D. Under the Mistletoe 1 *n ** « thing, this especial dog Is scared to death of thunderstorms—so: Every time a storm came up last summer, the hens would fly into the chicken house at the first rumble and the dog would follow and sprawl him self on the floor. And the hens would cover him over with their wings. Which helps out the Idea that ani mals are Included In the dictum that It Is not good for man to be alone.