The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 20, 1936, Page 14

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THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE, SUNDAY, DEC. 20, 1936. 292 CHRISTMAS ~ Their Christma AMONG THE (.'cmd'“l’ d P]NE THEES $ A home that was built on 8 Christ- — | By JOCILE WEBB PEARSON |55 day stood for a long time on Bi old Santa Fe trail here it ther. Jim had bec assed near Arrow Rock, Mo, on fore going to college and to be @) the Missouri’ river. Though not scout like Jim was Billie's,one am-guite completed fh a sitgle day, bition. b jwith the help of his neighBots on It were goin' to be scouts” hejlihat “holiday” about ‘& huhdred confided to his chum Joe Perkins,|years ago, Henry Nave got his cabin we oughta begin practicin’.” ready for his family and the day Yea, but how do we know how after Christmas took them into his ? red Joe | tinizar ed Billie, “anyonecan| oOf course the house was built of ¢ y undressed timber, felled right on his W n help our mothers,” sald |farm. When he had selected the lo- | Joe. “Sure,” replied Billie, “but th ation this pioneer cut down round | nust be somethir special like | poles for the walls, rafters and| helpin’ old Miss Riley carry her bas- | joists—the framework. n it or somethin’.; Mr. Nave had found some large, \' Chrismus, we oughta give flat stones, and in the afternoon| n’; mebbe a present, too.|they dragged these into place for.| Say, 1 got an idee, Joe. Why (‘w!‘[)\v hearth. Then of other suitable ive her somethin’ for our first rocks, by much puffing and pulling | don’t have a daddy |they built a fireplace—one of those i st Syards for OF nobody to help her |great practical ones which served om. Sam’s got a But we ain't got money,” ob-|to heat the home and to ¢ook veni- ve a Jews harp, an 1 ) d Joe, “an’ I bet shé needs a|son, buffalo meat, corn poneé and lows can sing. And TNl trim the lot of things—coal an’ kindlin’ an’ |other “victuals.” the exterior of tfus‘ tree.” everthin | £ ;‘inl'am: fwns wo(;dlmr:\e stones pro- | The Boss W L of| “Leave it to me, Joe. T got another |Viding a fireproo ng. é },3”“5‘“‘;]\,,, kids.” 1‘!‘] (‘,_ 1be. but it's to be a secret. "Tain't!| The mortar to bind the stones was There's the Martins. They @ good deed if ya tell anybody. Now {chiefly mud; to obtdin even . this got a couple kids; we can bri cross your heart an’ say: ‘Tll never |Simple ingredient it was fiecessary | 850 T was By there tother v\ tell till death us do part’ There, o bufld a fire in the middie of ‘the | heard them talkin® about Santa that's the bindinest words I know.” half- anstructed cabin and thawthe’ n | . \ground. , oss said Martin looks sort of| Anyone would know it was Christ-| But, writes this hardy woodsman, | & mas by the spicy fragrance in the ‘It was not many days until “we | M r. Even before one saw the big Wwere living snugly in our cabin and mittee of one to extend ot vita living room. |In good health and with fine appe- tion for them to join us. I feel we| There were many whispered con- | tites.” X we them something, the way they |versations and signs and giggles| Holidays ‘among = our ancestors ween the two boys that Jim's|Wwere made occasions for such cele- |keen eyes found amusi Coming 'brations as this, ‘but they ' neVer Big Bill ws int with their |home one evening he surprised them ' Witnessed the cessation” fom 1abor plans, “You fe took the wind |in the act of smuggling a basket of |ours afford. Therg was always Heed out of my sails, but you'll do a bet- |C0Al out the ba ate. for immediate shelter, ‘¢rop hi ter job than I could.” “Hey, fellc Where you going vesting, or game killing. Hence log- “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem” With that?” It was Joe who blurt- Tralsings, corn-hustkings and gun- led by Sam’s harmonica, floated out |€d: “Billie says it ain’t no good shoots were miade social occasions, from lusty throats upon another }f ¥a tell” Billie hung his head. But do you suppose we éver have trewn night We're just practicin’ to be scouts,” more fun than Henry Nave's family Bill in a scrambled suit of he stammered, “an this is our good and friends had building a house 1nel an hemp beard was deed. We been doin’ it for two On Christmas day? isfactory Santa Claus to at|Weeks—I mean takin’ coal to Miss S e : two happy ,mvmm He handeq | Riley. She's poor an’ deaf an’ ain't; Once a part of a ‘huge swamp out gifts to ever ot no daddy to get her coal—half region, Putnam County, "Ohio, is the time we take it from Joe's NOW an important agricultural area, Jones adored his big bro-| a boy scout be- pa: Big Bill, in spite of his six fc four was a boy at heart. Boss ¢ logging crew he could be ple stern ‘when’ occasion demanded, a Christmas tree and all the and che at goes with it was stmas is no fun 1 s the way he t looked like Bill wa lisappointment this yea The crew w the fire after ay when Pudgy Sam, the cook K the ‘ashes out of his theé reason we t wristmas just like™ home here? Plenty trees, if we ¢ ter the trimmin’s.” Bob, the kid dishwa enthusiasm. “We've got fora Merry Christmas thenr One for a Happy New Year really meant! out, t00,” said another yose We appoint Bob, here as a com- hted tree in the helped us when some of the me had flu ne. Sar u\ww his best on the feast t SR evervb ined in the “three |house'—Billie looked appealingly at Organized January 3, 1834, it was e ok% for & folty| i, named in honor of Gen. Israel Put- 5 Christ among the Oregon pines. An’ she only had a tenny little nam SRR it,” put in Joe, unchly. “An’ - —- w oure s'posed to give to LOIKS the coal shed, but she aid see s BI % . Chrismus, ain't you? huge basket filled with a 5eneroils 2 ow in [ salute two mighty fine scouts supply of food, and many bulgy right now,” said Jim. “But first packages piled high on the top, with s o » 3 woll have to make clear the \Booli-g’ “Nrarry’ Ontistings 1o il Aaea - Christmas e e s LS :mmmgw SO ir coal, then come up to my room sl ARS, & 1 we ilk things over In Denmark on Christmas morr ing the blc n the Jul” at dawn When old Mr Riley hobbled to fiom church towers, playing Christ- |her door in response to a loud wck Christmas eve, she did not see two little boys scamper behind to the four points of * v e D e D S DS S B e o e T Do o D Ty e 4 R 0 AR R AR ’ Extends the Season’s Ci’éétin’gé to the i)eopié of Alaska. Bright and Happy CHRISTMAS SEASON AND ALL GOOD WISHES FOR THE COMING YEAR A CARGO OF GOOD WISHES FOR CHRISTMAS. MAY YOUR SHIP COME SAFELY TO PORT IN THE HARBOR OF HAPPINESS. SHELDON SIMMONS "HMMY MEHART Chief Pilot . Pilot HAROLD R. BROWN, Agent FLORENCE HOLMQUIST Behrends Bank Bldg. FEE eeE SN, YRR e 7“0M00m9§g¢ Peid MWMMW“ 90# 906&—“@*0 ’?

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