The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 18, 1932, Page 24

de The Real Christmas Spirit vy ByS.d.Duncan-Clark ! in Chicago Daily News a wistful look on the face| I know. It struck so note in the sophisticated ! by it. He was a young man—in his later twenties. He had abund-! ance to satisfy every need and many rather expensive desires. | He was carefully attired as usual. His winter coat was of latest de-\ sign. His spatted shoes were im- é > maculately shiny. He stood on a Joop corner when, seeing him, I paused, made curious by the ex-| pression in his eyes and about his mouth. I followed his gaze. It was fastened on two poverty-stricken urchins—boy and girl—who were gleefully inspecting a shop window aglitter with holiday decorations. “Tom,” said I, breaking in on his reverie, “you look almost sen- timental. What’s the matter?” He turned toward me a face that had become suddenly embarrassed.| Then he laughed. “To tell the truth, old man, I Westland! You know, the costume| 4 2 R B Y designer in New York? Pauline,| PR R R this is my husband, that I'v 2 * written you so much about.” | p % CHRISTMAS GREENS * “How do you do, Miss Westland.| * : Sorry I can't — my eyes, you * The custom of hanging know—" 4 greens in the house during + AR ik e | “Of course. I'm so glad to meet +# the Yuletide originally had % A 3 Y R __{you, Mr.—may I call you Foster % a purpose beyond that of +|was wishing I could recapture the|bring. Oh, it's all very bourgeois|gaonyoc 1014 me so much about % decoration. In olden days 4| Christmas spirit. It seems to have|and passe, 1 know—but it's the only you.” " % each kind of evergreen was +|gone clean out of life—that is, the | way.” bl s i “And oh, Pauline,” Helen inter- # believed to confer special #|life of my crowd,” he answered. “I guess you'rc ngnn he" said | rupted, “here is our baby. Isn’t he + blessings on those who pass # “There is a way,” I said, “but|“I'm tempted to_ try it, but—" And adorable?” Then in a whisper, # ed beneath its boughs. To #|it's old-fashioned and unsophisti-|he turned on his heel and lgfc me “Do look more cheerful darling!| # pass under holly insured +:caled, and what you would call|—left me thix?kinu of a certain rich If you don't T'll cry and I musm'l‘ % good fortune throughout the 4| sentimental. First, you must really|young man in an old story Who| 4o “that!” | % year, bay meant victory, */|believe in something—the star and|‘“went away exceeding sorrowful. “The doctors give you no hope?” | + while laurel was supposed to | the child and the love behind g e, “None whatever. But well get|!™ % impart a spirit of beauty and + | them. Then you must forget your- Soak blood stained articles in{ajong—somehow—" Helen dabbed *“° ° # poetry.—Missouri Farmer. #|self and think of making some-|one quart of lukewarm water f0|at her eyes with her handkerchief.' P * -l-“body else happy — somebody who{which two tablespoons of house-|«poster, dear,” she said aloud, “you| % 4 % % 4% 4% % 4 % % 4% + really needs the happiness you can|hold ammonia have been added. BO00000000000000000000000000000000000 5000000000000 00000000000 The Spirit of Christmas In the Air! AND \ OUR HEARTS ARE ALL GOOD WISHES FOR YOUR GOOD CHEER AND HAPPINESS Ludwig Nelson JEWELER R T UL T 06000000000 0000000. R —— X GAISFoRrn There was sadness in the Jor- dan’s cottage on Indian Hill. Even the merriment of an appraoching Christmas season could not super- sede the fact that Foster Jordan was going blind. Blind! That was bad enough. But Fos- ter Jordan, swathed in bandage from the operation that failed knew that Helen could never carry on alone. It had been so expensive that operation that had only serv- ed to pronounce his doom morc surely. All their savings were gone and a blind husband? The cottage would go, too, and then— He roused himself from these gloomy forebodings at the sound of her step at the door. And that sh should not think him grieving, he’ began to sing. “Foster,” his wife called, as the door opened, “who do you supposc is here? My old chum, Pauline were singing as we came in Won you sing for Pauline?” “Yes, please do.” “I'm afraid I can't.” | “Yes, you can, dear. {you.” And so he sang. At last their guest rose to go. “T I'll play for | your songs,” she said. “I'm so glad I stopped off on my way home for | the holidays.” | “You must come again,” Helen { answered {so much.” “I'm pleased to have met you, \Fos:er. and I wish you both a| S R R and what could the most faithful of wives do, with a baby in arms. ° - SR R R THE LIGHT OF CHRISTMASTIDE By HUBERT KELLEY, in Kansas City Times. LR B R 2 R BRI R in the night of unbelief, We make this miracle again ancient happiness and grief 1d all the tenderness of men. dful of our darkling ought t in other seeking hands Ihe symbol of the things w sought. at doing good Vould be our greatest happin w, in We m; nied; cannot face the dar he little light of Chr! sed Christmastide " )ays passed, and it was Christ- Bright and early came cial deli y letter. " it began. e the grandest rews for you I got home I phoned soon & d Myers in New York. H it in the heart throbs. s all arranged. w York together. With love for a Merry Chr mas, Pauline.” e — Selecting Christmas Cards ously betray of farmouses that - e, — Keeps ( To keep the table candles from |ean't tell you how I've enjoyed|dripping, stick a pin in the candle alongside the wick and leave i It keeps the wick upright, burns longer and more | steadily and decorations and table- | “T've enjoyed seeing you[Gloth are kept free from grease. there. the candle D Read the ads as carefully as yo read the news articles. ifillflllllllIII'IIIII'I7IIIIHI'IIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlT[IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII]III]IIIIIIIIlIIIillilillllfllllllll“llIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII|!I|III||III|IIIIII|III|I§ CAPITOL THEATRE L. H: KUBLEY e SUNDAY, DEC. 18, 1932 to the heart’s demands, we never understood z more and taking less, all we dreamed was the dismal night of doubt, e the star that we de- ng a new show that I'm de the costumes for and ha: n simply wild for some act t Well, I talked him into seein; 1at a blind singer would go ovel and raved about Foster’s voice, I am enclos: his check for $500, and if you 1 be ready we'll all go back t our | we select Christ- People who live in cit, ments are apt to send draw nestle coz. among tall trees; a lawyer’s ay card is likely to be sugary | th iment—(Collier's Weekly.) | andle from Dripping 000000000000 020 OO e o s e T -* IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII|IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQ "'-!'+-l~"l-l-1-'3‘ I BEST (HRISTMAS A WISHES 24 JUST A FRIENDLY CHRISTMAS GREETING AND A WISH FOR A HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM SABIN’S “Everything in Furnishings for Men” IR u = OO The Blessings of The Season Be Yours We gladly take this occasion to extend to you the greetings of the season—and also our deep appreciation for your patronage so generously given throughout the past year. 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