The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 23, 1944, Page 27

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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1944 JUNEAU, ALASKA PAGE THREE 'From War’s Chaos : Comes Xmas Poetry One of the finest, most cherished ,Christmas gifts that will ever come to anybody was received by Detec- tive John Scully, his wife, Lillian, ‘and their 14-year-old daughter, Lil- lian, in New York city. It was a small crumpled, rather soiled sheet of ordinary writing pa- per, of not very good quality. On ) # i unto them, el = 7 N FFear not: for behold; it was a poem, written with the free ¥ bravs plain fourshing brink of & vou good tidings of great jop,/ /27| l;)oy~Pri.\'ate Robert J. Sl:‘ully,‘ ba(rhe; 7 U/// ’/ 2 18, who was somewtere ue . Which shall e to all people. 5/ ed States marine corps. The 20-line Christmas gift, a re- vealng example ot U temper o | Jor unto pou is born thig dap in the city of | was entitled ‘Merry Christmas,” ina same ot s nes were wiiien DAY @ Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. ‘ ‘ Bnd this shall be a sign unto pou; Pe shall | oo o wriema e, iR the babe twrapped in swaddling clothes, [ping l % No children with new toys. \This Christmas will be different But I'll gladly sacrifice them all, 1 As will all the other boys. U & manger. ! There'll be no gifts, no church bell | chime, No snow so white and clean. i e con QAnd suddenly theve was with the angel a multi- - tude of the heabenly host praiging GSob, and saping, Till we conquer every Nazi Robert, immediately after Pearl | , And set the rising sun. Harbor, aligenty vestered bis - @3[ory to @God in the highest, and on eavth peace, So a Merry Christmas to you Mom [ And to you, Dad and Sis, \And may it be the last one That I will ever miss. ther for permission to join the ma- rines, Winning over his father, not too easily, the two of them took | 4 Homas v fo persuade M- scuny | §00D Wil totward men. ° s0 give her consent, as Robert was | Fuke 2 10:14 but 17. She gave in after a month and a half. The boy sailed for the | — - L e Bk s RIS by % v it £ Pacific on July 3, his 18th birthday, after training at Parris Island, 8. C. Robert, a famous left end on the Pagan worship of Thor. With a brand football team of Theodore Roosevelt from last year’s log the new one high school in the Bronx, graduated | was fired. with honors when he was 15. The light from these roaring — - flames would shine out through RI(H AND | portals opened to the knocks of OOR | caroling and wassailing bands who, more often than not, were brought MINGI.ED DURING into the hall to eat of nutmeg cakes and brawn and mustard. incidentally, of the Scandinavians’ AR AR P teoeeooeeeeeeeeeteeeegeteece cccacococoed G “At Christmas, play, and make good cheer, for Christmas comes RRRRRRRRRARRRRRRRN but once o yeor’’ . . . 0 go the " ENGLIH SEASON "y o s During the 1400s and 1500s hefore the Puritans got the upper hand, the golden age of English hospitality reigned. At Christmas time castles | and manor houses were filled with | guests by the score and the hundred. Kinsmen and neighbors were there and on certain days the tradesmen and tenants, for all were equal at this season. The 'ostler could dance Same old Santa, same old joys, Same old dolls and sleds and toys; Same old holly, same old tree, Same old gifts for cherubs wee; Same old carol, same old light, Same old stockings hung at night; Same cld words of merry cheer, Same good wishes for the year. Same old Christmas! Seems to me That’s the way it ought to be. words of an old poem We sincerely trust that you will take every advantage of the Christ- fmas opportunity to spend a most enjoyable time with your loved ones ond friends, with the mistress if he had the nerve | to ask her. And he usually had— | | FROM PURGATORY The great halls were a din of geniality. There was light—almost | enough to pidrce the wood smoke.| It is still customary in Ireland to And there were the savory aromas: burn candlss in the windows ‘and Roasting beef, roasting mutton, fowl set cups and saucers on the tables- and brawn (the flesh of the wild for the entertainment of ‘wander- pig, which had been caught and fed ing souls from Purgatory, who are good grain to the point of arousing | believed to enjoy coming home for| his suspicions; too, late, of course;_i()hrnstm:m_ The dark ale flowed and added its A ity AT voice—by proxy — to heighten the| Florida, Minnesota and Pennsyl- noise. At the peak of all this there | vania have towns named after St. | “AXAOOOOOOOE X was brought in the Yule log—a relic, Nicholas, the Christmas saint. * g :/ o Gunfire is shatfering the air below — Tokyo is only a few moments away. A furmoil of thoughts follow each other within a lone American boy’s mind. They're ; disfinct and sure. They've been nurtured all his life in the unclouded afmosphere of rightness and decency. In the midst of roaring mofors and fense anficipafion of hair-breadth escape, the boy’s eyes are calm, his hands unlaller’ing in per- formance. He feels sirangely.af peace. It is Chrisimas night. . AR R R R R R R R R R RRRRRK RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIRRRX oo oo o N o e N o oo oo o N oo N oNo VoV NN VN TNVt otV TN RN JUNEAU TRANSFER ;:0: | \\A LON E witly GOD BRRRRRG NOOOOCOOOOONOCOC | § MERRY CHRISTMAS! and ; Happy New Year To ALL of Our Friends New and Old The remembrances of past joys on this beloved anniversary are engraved for- ever in his heart. And now, at this important life-or-death moment, they have a reassuring effect. The belief in his hopes arises from his sirengthened faith. More than ever before in his life, he is "alone with God.” And his increased power growing out of his greaf faith is such that no enemy can vanquish! The Gastinean Liquor Company REX SUNDERLAND PETE SCHNEIDER We, safe in our gay, Christmas-cheered homes, can maich our faith fo his. We MUST do that, or deny loyalty fo the freedoms for which he’s fighting. We MUST ‘and WILL buy WAR Bonds and MORE WAR BONDS — until Vidory.

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