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A SANTA CLAUS RHYME
By IDA KENNISTON. Pictures by Fanny Y. Cory. This la the Pack This is the Sleigh That Santa Claus brought at Christ- That carried the Pack mas.. That Santa Claus brought at Christ' mas. These are the Reindeer That draw the Sleigh That carried the Pack That Santa Claus brought at Christmas. This is the house Where the Reindeer stopped That drew the Sleigh That carried the Pack That Santa Claus brought at Christ mas. This is the Chimney big and wide That Santa Claus climbed down in- At the House where the Reindeer That drew the Sleigh , That carried the Pack That Santa Claus brought at Christ- This is the Hearth, where, ill 1 a <K .'J The stockings hung waiting for Tn Santa, you know; Vyil )/|fl I HI .j— That Santa Claus climbed down In ijjl Hlj g Ji® 1 1 At the House where the Reindeer stopped jjj k\\ir'~~l That drew the Sleigh ’ " \\ That carried the Pack r " H I <Q G j.l That Santa Claus brought at Christ This is the Stocking long and fine That the little girl hung at the eud |. n of the line JK There by the Hearth, where, all in a MW* The stockings hung waiting tor TOgP Santa, you know; Epf They hung by the Chimney big and That Santa Claus climbed down in- pjßft At the House where the Reindeer jEgp stopped PSf That drew the Sleigh jplf That carried the Pack JBsSk That Santa Claus brought at Christ mas. —From St Nicholas. DIARY FOR CHRISTMAS GIFT Paculiar but Pleasing Remembrance Showing Absent Friend Was in \ Mind of Donor. On Thanksgiving day a man sat down and began to write to a distant triend. But ho wrote only a few lines, and laid it aside. The next day he took up the pen, put down the new date, diary-fashion, and wrote some item of news of interest to them both. So each day from Thanksgiving till Christmas ho added something to the letter, as he would in a diary, end ing and mailing it just in time to reach his friend on Christmas morn ing. At the top he had written this message: “This is all the gift you get from me this year; but it carries more thought of you and more love, I imag ine, than do some more costly ones I am sending. But just put it in your pocket for a dull January day. It will keep." And this was a letter from a man to a man! Damon and Pythias, David and .Jonathan still live in our prosaic American business world. —Mother's Magazine. PRESENTS BOUGHT FOR SHOW Exploiting One's Own Vanity in Be stowal of Gifte is Poor Policy. The most miserable Christmas pres ent. the kind that no human being is rich enough to afford, is that which Is bought to make a show, to exploit one's own vanity. V' hen you are tempted to buy a • show of?" present, remember that the recipient has some rights. One who understands will be made unhappy by that kind of gift. You know your self that when you receive a pres ent that represents a great sacrifice on the part of the giver it makes you feel miserable, even when the right spirit is behind it. The cost in money is about the poorest of measures for any kind of a gift. The thoughtfulness in it, the recognition of a desire for things un asked for, the affection that goes with it, counts for much more. Every Christmas each of us receives a mes sage that means more than the most expensive gift. Yet we forget that sometimes in the perplexing selection of presents for others. —Woman's Home Companion. 1 THE BEST PART. "What did you like best at the Chris'mus party?” "Oh, when Santy Claus’ cotton whis kers caught on fire.” .0.,- THE MAN WHO KNEW 1 S }:* % SANTA CLAUS BEST ■ 1 :f: I I (I I ■ : jvaopf' |r\yso sumsfaß. y Qv? % yrjYrs-Tvn a;r./Y/iWitj!!?* : f. :: : -——— - ' ! VISIT FROM - |* ST. NICHOLAS ’Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; | : The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, I f In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there, j The children were nestled all snug in their beds, \ }■.■¥' £ V While visions of sugarplums danced through their "■ heads; ( And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap; \ When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I fled like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash; • | The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, ' When what to my wondering eyes should appear V But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, f With a little old driver so lively and quick | I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick. : More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, | And he whistled and shouted and called them by f."\ name. ?G.Gf I “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer! and f Vixen! ■ - . | On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! ’ ; To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall 1 \ , Now dash away! dash away! dash away,.all!” As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, F So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas too. f And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof f • The prancing and pawing of each little hoof — [s As I drew in my head and was turning around, | % Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. | ; He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot, r ; | And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, . And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack; ' j His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how \ merry! i::L, ; V His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow, And the heard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face, and a little round belly \ That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jtplly. 1 i J He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, * And 1 laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. Jl [ A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. ! | He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work ' \\ And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, i And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. ; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight, Vi “ Merry’ Christmas to all, and to all a good night.” I • j*? aestH?* I V '*s?’’• - ~....-,:.vV-v.. ‘ ;s ’ . • V \ .... ii'v'Sv -. ’ • h: ' • ' .' <>. \ Won by Love. The soul that has lived its life striv ing to do its best, doing all the good it can for its day and generation will find its place in the eternal. Won by love. It is service that counts, not position; I do not for one moment wish to dishearten anyone from having a purpose and aim in life, it is quite right that we should; but I say this, let us put the right- things In the right order, and live for the highest, noblest, and the best, that our own lives shall he our testimony to the religion that w® believe in. the religion of love, the THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD example of Christ, whose whole life was spent in doing good to others, as it was said of him: “He saved others, himself he cannot save.” Life is a grand and glorious tiling, live, there fore, in harmony with its divine musio and you will understand more clearly, the problem of life, for to love un selfishly is the key.—Stanley J. Dark. In the noble service of many we find merit without title. In their own plenty many forget an- | other’s want*. ! CHRISTMAS GAMES FOR THE CHILDREN Many Forms of Merrymaking for the Little Folks’ Holiday Party. By ADELE MENDLE. “At Christmas play and make good cheer For Christmas comes but once a year." AT Christinas time the children are bubbling over with the spirit of the season and the grown folks’ thoughts turn to the little ones’ fun and amusement at no time more than at the happy Yule Tide. With a little thought and prepara tion a children’s Christmas party may be made such a joyous affair that its happy memories will linger with the young folks for many years. Here are some entertaining games that will solve a problem for the per plexed mother who perhaps is wonder ing “What shall I have the children play at the party?” For when she sends her “Come to my Christmas party” invitations, she knows that a successful children's party means something more than just “ice cream and cake.” These games will appeal to all the children—the timid little girl, who is inclined to shrink in the corner, as well as the big boy, who usually oc cupies “the center of the stage.” Santa Claus’ Reins. This game is very exciting. Three pieces of white tape, each about an inch wide, and the length of the room, are held at one end by three children. Three others are given pairs of scis sors and at a signal the players cut the tape in half lengthwise. The one who first reaches the opposite end of the tape is the winner of that heat. The different winners contest until j the champion is declared. Boys and girls, you know', love racing competi tions of all kinds and this race is one that probably they never played be fore. Magic Music. Although this is a game that per haps the mothers and fathers played when they went to kindergarten, it still causes much laughter and is al ways successful. One child leaves the room and the others decide upon something for him to do on his return. The musician regulates his playing, and the child must guide his actions according to the loudness or softness of the music. It is astonishing what different tasks are accomplished after a little prac tice, and the children’s cries of “let me go out next” prove their enjoy ment of “Magic Music.” Guessing Holly Berries. For this game the child must put on his “thinking cap.” Hold a large spray of holly in your hand and al low the children to look at it for a few minutes. Then tell them to write their estimate of the number of holly berries on the branch. You might take a chrysanthemum also and ask them to guess how many petals in the flower. Great interest Is shown when the petals are counted. A Christmas Doll. The idea of this gamd is to see who can make the prettiest doll out of a long smooth potato, two pieces of pretty " colored tissue paper, some small sticks for legs and arms, and some pins. Or if you /would rather pass clothes pins and let the children fashion dolls out of them, that will also answer the purpose. Place all the dolls in a row when completed, and have the children vote for their favorite one. You will be surprised to see what ingenuous re sults the clever little fingers produce. A Noisy Game. Yes, it is noisy, but the children have an idea that "the more noise, the more fun,” and what mother cares if “the roof comes down” at a Christ mas party? After a child leaves the room, a proverb is chosen. One word of it is given to each child. If there are more children than words contained in the proverb, then two or more chil dren are given the same word. When the child outside the room returns, a leader counts “One, two, three.” At the "Three” all the children shout their given word. The child must guess the proverb. Santa Claus’ Grab Bag. On the invitation state that each child is to bring something to the party that he or she no longer cares for. This article is to be in a neatly wrapped and tied parcel, so as to hide its identity. It is placed in a large bag, on the child’s arrival. Each child then draws a present from the bag. Uproars of laughter follow the open ing of the packages, which probably will consist of peculiar articles of all sizes and descriptions. A Christmas Mix- Up. Provide the children with paper and pencil. Give them the following list of words pertaining to Christmas. You see the letters are all twisted. It is their interesting task to straight en them out. Key and list: 1. Christmas—Atschsmri 2. Reindeef —Drierene. 3. Sleigh--lleghs. 4. Mistletoe —Etlosmtie. 5. Holly—Oylhl. 6. Plum Pudding—Uplmdpudgni. 7. Santa Claus —Asculatsna. 8. Candles —Lcdnesa 9. Stockings—Kosctsign. 10. Jack Frost —Kcajtrfso. 11. Wreath —Trhwae. 12. Snowball —Ownslabl. What Santa Claus Doesn’t Like. This is a simple and successful game. All the children are seated except one who says “Santa Claus doesn’t like C’s. What are you going to give him instead?” The first child replies with a word that does not con tain a “C.” For instance: . “Meat” would be a correct answer, but “rice” would not do. If a correct answer is not given by the time the leader counts “ten,” a forfeit must be paid. And we all know the fun of redeeming the forfeits. A Peanut Race. At one end of the room place two ' bowls of peanuts, and at the opposite ! | end two empty bowls. Two children j are each provided with a knife and at ( , signal they place as many peanuts as they can on the blade of the knife, and carry it to the empty bowl with one hand. Depositing the peanuts, | they return for more. Each child is allowed three minutes. A score is kept and the one who has the larg est number of peanuts credited to his name wins the prize. Puzzle Pictures. Pretty pictures taken from maga zines, advertisements and discarded picture books are cut up into several pieces and placed into envelopes. A good idea is to w r rite the same num ber on the back of the envelope and all pieces belonging to one puzzle, so that if a piece gets mixed with the others it can be readily returned to its own set. Each child is handed a puzzle, and as soon as he succeeds in placing the pieces in their proper position he is given credit for it by the score keeper, and receives another puzzle to work with. The one who succeeds in putting together the most pictures in a stated time receives a well earned prize. Snowballs. This is an amusing game. Snow balls made of cotton batting and cov ered with white tissue paper and a small basket are .required. The play ers stand about eight feet from the basket. The one who tosses the most balls into the basket is the prize win ner. Each child might be given three snowballs to start with. A Christmas Spider Web. Take as many balls of twine as there are children expected at the party. To one end of each ball attach a card bearing the child's name and to the other end an inexpensive gift. Twist the twine around the different objects in the room. Give each child the twine and card bearing his name. At a signal all begin to unwind the entangled web. Great is the fun and loud the exclamations when the young people arrive at the end of their string and find a gift awaiting them. A Pop Corn Party. If you don’t mind the “muss,” and of course you won’t, have a pop corn party. Have the children sit in a circle on the floor and provide each with a bowl of popcorn, a needle and some coarse white thread. Tell them that the one who strings the longest popcorn chain before the time is up will win the prize. Each youngster takes home his own string of corn. An Impromptu Entertainment. When the children are tired of romp ing, let them sit on the floor in a circle and tell them you are going to have an entertainment, and that each child must do something to help make it a success. The youngsters will provide a variety of numbers for your impromptu program, from nurs ery rhymes to fancy dancing. Artists. Bring in a good sized blackboard and have the children see who can draw the best Santa Claus. This will afford much pleasure for the little folk|. (Copyright, 1912, by W. G. Chapman.) JUST REVERSED. “I s’poee your husband went to the Christmas dinner dressed to kill.” “No; he was killed to dress.” A Christmas Stocking. It is not always the gift itself, but the way in which it is presented that commends itself particularly to the recipient. To the girl who thinks she is too old to hang up her stock ings, send a pair of silk stockings, us ing one to fill, and roll up the other and stick it in the foot. The rest of the stocking should be filled with in expensive trifles —a home-made jabot, tie or collar, a handkerchief, some candy, nuts, raisins, crab apples, a card or a calendar, perhaps some lit tle kindly hints at her hobbies that will amuse her. Each of these ar ticles should be wrapped separately in tissue paper and red ribbons, and the excitement of opening the myste rious small packages will often exceed the pleasure taken in one large gift that would have cost no more than the numerous small ones. Measured by Sincerity. The worth of any greeting is meas ured by its sincerity; the worth of any gift is measured by the love which lies behind it. My gift to you this Christmas time shall be no mere coin of word; my greeting no mere phrase of happy speech. I shall indeed wish you the “Merry Christmas” we all so like to hear this day; but, above and beyond that, it shall be my joy, so far as lies within my power, to make that wish come true, until throughout the whole round year your every day be Christ mas day—M. E. Low, Christmas Greetings. What is the thought of Christmas? Giving. What is the hope of Christmas? Liv ing. What is the joy of Christmas? Love. No silver or gold is needed for giving, If the heart is filled with Christmas Love, For the hope of the world is kindly living, Learned from the joy of God above. Just a Warning. If you are.going to spend the Christ -1 mas holidays with the family of your small niece and nephew, don’t forget to make the youngsters a pres ’ ent of a drum and trumpet. By AVIS INGALLS. fy —v F COURSE there g \ was snow, newly J-'t A fallen what i f|-T\ H would Christmas Ar nL* V Hbe without that? I\ g And sleigh-bells; 'S / jf all a tinkle, and v \ S cheery greetings and gladsome smiles on every hand; and there " y m/i) L were clear twink y //A\ ling stars now [l\tf (. / above the house \a Tv N ' tops looking down 'JJ from a deep blue sky, and, of course, it was nothing but hustle and hustle, in most places, and all the necessary hullabaloo that makes Christmas the adorable holiday that it is—but —and here is where my story comes in. On a quiet street, where the better class of houses stood, a trifle away from the shopping district and the street car lines, a little face was pressed against the window-pane, and two large tears stole down over a straight little nose. Other little girls were joyfully looking forward to this happy season, but Elizabeth Rockerby felt sadly at a loss and out of place as she stood in her black velvet and lace in her grandmother’s huge draw ing-room. She had overheard the par lor-maid and the upper house-maid, in a whispered conversation. “The poor darlint,” Nora, the house maid, had said. “The poor darlint! And is it Christmas the little one’s after havin’? Never a bit of it! Don’t ye believe it! Oh, the poor lamb! that solemn and stiff-like in her black dress —” “Think of Cook's Ruby rigged out like that!” said Ellen. “Do you think she’d stand it for a minute? Not on your life; She'd be down under the table pulling the cat’s tail; and she’d be teasing her mother for goodies, when she got tired of that! But this pale-faced mite, passed from one calculating relative to another, till she hasn’t got a speck of zzip left in her. Do you know what Ruby’d do? She’d run away!” and Ellen laughed outright at the thought. It was here that Elizabeth had slip ped into the window recess, her pulses throbbing. If Cook’s little girl could run away why shouldn’t she? Elizabeth had not known it could be so cold when one got out Into the night; but the stars had a friendly twinkle, and the shop-windows looked so pretty with their tinsel drapings and red paper bells that she almost forgot the cold as she went eagerly from one gay collection of toys to an other, an felt the companionship of children; as she rubbed shoulders with ragged newsboys and pinched-faced little girls who gazed quite as eagerly as she at the Christmas dolls hold ing outstretched arms to the passers by. “Are they—are they to sell?” she asked timidly, of a little girl who held her baby sister by the hand and stamped her feet to keep them warm “Sakes alive, yes!” said the other, in astonishment. “Ain’t that one with the black curls too cute for any thing!” she added, gazing at it with wistful eyes. “Could we go in and—and buy it?” asked Elizabth earnestly. “ ’Course we could, if we had the ninety-eight cents.” “Come on, then!” said Elizabeth, and, grasping her incredulous compan ion by the hand, she plunged into the store. t'Tlie doll with the black curls!” she stammered. “May I buy it for this little girl?” “Sure,” said the salesman, good na turedly. Elizabeth fished a dollar bill out ot her little chain purse and watched curiously as the child lifted the doll tenderly in her arms and walked out, forgetting, in her delight to say Jm 4 "thank you,” and the baby sister toddled < 4 4 Out in the street again Elizabeth saw two small boys with their faces glued to the window of the 1- /L-A-l " next shop, where j /<ss‘yl’ 25 sticks of candy lay "'y \ f ) in fascinating rows, —® and chocolates and gum-drops wer heaped in pyramids, with trays ot fudge and molasses-candy in between. She stopped, and, without any hes itation this time, gave them each a cent. Her chain purse was empty now, her exhilarating occupation gone, and she stood, a forlorn little figure in her ermine and velvet, on the corner of the crowded street. Through a front window the light beamed out across the sparkling snow, -—soft rosy light—and Elizabeth drew nearer and nearer, fascinated. Inside danced a band of happy children, hil arious with joy, and a jolly fat Santa Claus was handing down gifts from a fairy tree atwinkle with colored lights. Unconscious, Elizabeth stepped over the low paling and stole across to the window where she clung, her kid gloved fingers holding securely to-the snowy sill. She had remained thus for some lit tle time when she heard a quick step behind her and she was quickly grasp ed by strong but kindly hands and swung on to the steps. “So-ho!” said a big man, who had come up the street. “It’s Mistress Elizabeth Rockerby! What are you up to, Betsy Jane?” “Cousin Bob!” gasped Elizabeth. "Yes, ‘Cousin Bob,’ and now, ‘cry your trail,’ little sister!” - "I —I ran away,” falterer Elizabeth. “Well, come along in and I’ll intro duce you to the cousins,” said Cousin Bob, cheerfully, and then I’ll ’phone ’em up and tell them that it's our turn to have you.” And Elizabeth snuggled her fingers happily into her big cousin’s hands as he stepped forward into a new life.