The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 23, 1928, Page 21

THE DAILY ALASKAEMPIRE, SUNDAY, DEC. 23, 1928. MERRY CHRISTM AS TO YOU You have made us happy in being able to serve you --- it is our earnest wish that we have played a worthy part in assisting’ you, too, to a Pleasant Holiday Season. HARRIS HARDW ARE CO. A PRACTICAL CHRISTMAS; more practical than his parents, AUNT JENNIE'S VANITY had given his aged aunt a little brass lip stick, a box of rouge, and “Bverything for Aunt Jennie|some powder and puff. must be useful,” ingisted her sis-| “You dear, sweet boy!” Aunt ter-in-law. “You know how terri-|Jemnie was saying, “You dear, bly old-fashioned and practical [sweet boy. And to think you she is.” thought my color so youthful and So Aunt Jennie’s Christmas had | beautiful, it must be artificial at consisted of a woolen sweater,|my age. ‘Why, I feel twenty woolen gloves, good stout woolen |five years younger at such a com- hose, a sewing basket, slippers|pliment. And you know, I never lined with lamb’s wool, a little|used a cosmetic in my life.” woolen_shawl, and knitting needles At dinner that day, it Aunt Jen- in assorted sizes. ny didn't look twenty-five yea As the presents were being|younger, she looked at least ten, opened on Christmas morning,|and the youthful flush of her cheek however, Aunt Jenny uttered a|was a sufficient recompense to cry of delight and rushed over and [ Charlic for the mild scolding he embraced her small nephew, Char.|had received from his practical lie. Unknown to the family, Charlie | mother -—Harold L. Cook. With sincere wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to our good friends to whom we _are indebted for what- ever measure of success we enjoy, and to those we hope to number among our friends. Hotel Zynda S. ZYNDA, Prop. 'V Santa Claus looks as though he had a sack of laundry on his back---but he hasn’t. He has a sack chuck full of the best wishes for the Holiday Season for you from = |the frontier of ¢ I 4, By Harold L.Coo Mr. Bees settled back comfort- bly in the new easy chair which [his daughter-in-law had given [him for Christmas. His feet were | resting on a little footstool from [ his granddaughter; in his mouth was a briar pipe from his grand- {son, and on his lap a first edi- tion of Tom Sawyer from his son He was clad in a velvet loung- ing robe from one of his daugh- ters, and under his white beard could be seen @ new Christmas | |tie and the edges of a new silk |shirt. Comfortable looking slip-| pers adorned his feet, and a new reading glass was in his hand | A box of Havana cigars, a dozen | | books, ties, socks, and a foun- |tain pen were on a table at his Bees was smoking and | gazing into the fire. The strains | of a New York orchestra ng | “Holy Night” came to his ears from the maMNogany radio in the| |corner. The seventy-five electric {bulbs on a beautitully ornament- {ed Christmas tree furnished the only light in the room except | that from the fire. The music of |laughter came from an adjoining il'(")fll. | But Mr. Bees was not conscious of his surroundings. As he was gazing into the fire his thoughts were traveling through the mys ill‘l‘iu\lx ame into a distant past ‘Ho was living over again the fi {and perhaps the happiest Chri y that he could remember, \:n Christmas day some seventy-five years before. In a tiny house in what was then called Canada West, now known as Ontario, a poor family was struggling against the ele- ments for its ve existence on tion. Mr. e B e ALL THAT YOU WISH OF ‘ CHRISTMAS j AND | NEW YEAR WE WISH FOR | The Home Grocery | I.. & B. BURFORD Not but ure vears old at the time. His mother near the stove Ltwenties. The one-room hous was practically buried in a drift window of the little home. Such |to get his stocking! hoar frost! our best wishes to you for the Juneau-Young Hardware Co. 21 i hung his stocking Then his mother and father were in their- early |pulled out the trundle bed, and in two minutes Ted was in the land of dreams, f snow that Christmas eve How cold the house was that Mr. Bees, then only Ted, was|Christmas morning when at five pusy admiring the pictures paint-|o'clock he jumped from his d by Jack Frost on the one|trundle bed and ran to the stove He took it Was theére ever the|quickly back to bed, and dug his Jees must have been four or five crumbs like of it before or since! It hand way down into the toe to was a ve and trees and table forest of ferns|see what Santa had left for him. bushes, snowy | Oh, marvel of marvels, a big red white, more beautiful even than apple! And four little animal the green ones that grew so|cookies! But last and best of thickly in summer along the lit-|all, a stick of peppermint candy tle stream in back of the house |striped with red What more and more impenetrable. Stars| could any child desire? and planets and comets were in Your after-dinner coffee, sir,” this forsty forest, too, and here|said a white be-capped maid at and there the outline of a palace, his elbow. at least for the imagination of| As he drank the coffee, and looked into the fire, and listened |to the musie, Mr. Bees heard only the pan of milk simmering on the stove, saw only the hoar | frost forest, and tasted only the stick of peppermint candy, his happiest memories in life, per- haps D CHRISTMAS BRINGS MUCH FOR BOTH OLD AND YOUNG Christmas is a time of joy for | the old as well as for the young | If it is given only to youth to en- {joy many of the pleasures that |Christmas brings, age finds its compensation in the wealth of the | memories that the day awakens, At |no other time does such hallowed and lovely remembrances of days are past stir the heart. Again, Oh, Marvel of Marvels—a Big Red “Apple! that It was the most beau-|we live in the land of childhood; tiful thing that he had ever seen, | we revel in ils happy, carefree little Ted, or probably ever would see, in|hours; we stand before candlelit this world at least. He could see | Christmas trees that thrilled us in it now, in memory, as plainly as|the long ago. With swift steps he saw it then | we travel across the bridge of His mother was at the stove|time and space and clasp hands preparing supper. Soon she call-| with those of other ars, Again ed him from his reverie, and he|we live happy hoirs of comrade- sat down by the soap box with|ship and understanding that were her and with his father. A pan|ours of warm milk was on the box—| Through the years we may have and in-the milk were hunks of|forgotten how rich we were; we bread—a feast for a king. BEach|may have failed to recall the many of the little family took a $poon|jovely joys that have come to us and ate from the brimming pan. | hiough the years. But at Christ. How good it tasted! Would he g §¢ s different. Absent could taste it now. | friends and joys, as well as those While his mother swept up ““'ilh.n are near, hring us joy and | cheer. Even those who have passed |into the land beyond seem to be with us today; the power of love and memory seems to have pierced |the veil that hid them from our . | view Dear and half-forgotten memories of hours we spent with them bring them very close. Yes, Chrigtmas holds much for the old. And its greatest gifts are for those who have laid up a treas- {ure of lovely memories day by day. |-~Katherine Bdelman - Early Mistletoe THE YOU He—And 'what's the big Iidea of hanging the mistletoe so early? She—Some of the guys in this town practice before Christmas eve because it is customary, because we take pleas- in doing it, we extend HOLIDAY SEASON