The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 22, 1945, Page 23

* SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22, 194 ] ' w fracinet Y People on the snow-packed down- n streets were ying home i P p - Wretchedly Pvt. Kane hunched his shoulders deeper into his' Army r r ccat. It was Christmas Eve—and his last furlou; What should he -k - J do with himself?* And he didn’t . even have a bed » f A sign on a door read “Bundles X for America,” and he went in. At X v of the Season B i e Wi “Miss Rigsby, don’t shove the candy » e A : into these stockings too hard. The Our greeting this year is something very special because we want net tears 4 you to know how deeply we feel toward our customers. Your though “I'm sorry,” Miss Righby’s hands fulness is deserving of special attention and we 'want to express tr ,f‘l:\l,'(f‘(l”j,;“i : ,,‘\[ K;;h. I“,‘:::.ifé ,.fis you our heartiest wishes for the Ho'idays. mist, he: 70 : 4 : The young woman urged, “You'd better - go home now. dark. % Youve helped a lot, She b, informed Pvt, Kane, ‘Homes Reg- . N ° istry—244 Market Street—will get The Sewing Baskei § . e el N o » = “Merry Christmas.” A At the door he stood looking out W | Merry Christmas! That was. a d laugh. Christmas meant home and [ il %7 Dy L BRI EUIEUEME | ne'd never had one. ‘Not that he hadn’t appreciated the orphanage. » g B2E30003005 TR DB EEEEI . ; pa b ’ 0 L HRIST’S ageny was suffered that love and brotherhood might emerge as ihe Surely each of his His Now that it has again been achieved let us never forsake it. = great lesson by which man might profit for all time. wounds must bleed again when war is visited upon nations by each other. the word of Peace. We need: only kecp elevated the principles of kindness, tolerance and generosity— . snuffing out the menaces of greed, aggression and power-lust before thcy reach dangerous proportions. We must not wait for omnipotence to make our world as we wish it, but we must recognize ourselves as crusaders in His spirit . . . loved Prince of Peace. JUNEAU LUMBER MIiLS THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE—JUNEAU, ALASKA PAGE SEVEN XMAS CRIB TRADITION WAS FOUNDED IN OLD NAPLES But he was to be shipped soon and an authoritative flip. “It'll be cozy perhaps—perhaps he might never in no time. Better getcha some know what a home was like, | coal.” BOAR'S HEAD RICH His Army buddies wore mittens You shouldn’t have all this IN lORE AND FOOD In 1787, Goethe described Naples knitted by mothes eaters by trouble,” she protested | as the city of Christmas Cribs; aunts.” They whisked out family| *Trouble!” A wry grin twisted every church had its “Praesepe” pictur pictures of sweethearts. | his lips. “Say, don't take {ru‘ your The wild boar has been revered and families erected evergreen And he—he had nothing! His chest coat. We're going to shap | from earliest times as having Shrines within their homes and hurt him, and his cough was harsh Pvt. Kane and Miss Rigsby se-| taught mankind the art of plowing UPOn the flat roof-tops of their » | by rooting into the ground with dwellings where Vesuvius and the inament’s dier.” It was the little lady. Her black i hat high on her head. He theught, her ears will be cold. “Rub your chest and put flannel Her hands made a darting good for that, sol-| star-lit Neapolitan sky created a Hollywood-like background. St. Francis of Assisi received spe< cial permission from the Vatican to present a Christmas tableau in 12: This first “Praesepe,” set up in the chancel of the church in Greccio, his tusks. Pre-Cnrisunas Lruias, ceieobrating " | the winter s@lstice, offered a boar’s | head to the Goddess Freya and, be- cause of its food value, boar has al- | ways been an important part of | festive menus. sat | sture to push his collar close toap Myl s g I about his neck, She was the kind Once upon @ Ghristmas Day—so| el W88 complete with real live who mothered everybody. “You— the story goes—a student at Ox- RRLIEN you could sleep at my house” she ford was studying Aristotle while said HHuLll).v"Yuu--muybu have an | walking in Shotover Forest. Sud- SYRIA CAMES OF JESUS engagement first—" denly a wild boar rushed at the lad BLE 2D BY CHRIST CHILD What could he lose? But as he who, in desperation, crammed his e In Syria, water and wheat await the Gentle Camel of Jesus who travels over the desert on Epiphany Eve bringing presents to good chil- dren, Legend says the youngest of the camels which bore the Wise Men book into the gaping jaws of the beast The student was poor and could not afford to lose his Aristotle, so he cut off the boar’s head and re- covered the text book: neither was a good boar’s head to be wasted, so helped her into a taxi he regret- ted his impulse to accept The driver stopped in front of a toy of a house. Spow peaked the fence posts and was like crushed diamonds on the walk. She opened a door into the kitchen, and Pyt Kane looked around at ‘the fancy it was taken to Queen's College, to Bethlehem was exhausted by the lamp with glass prisms, the ehu"i, . 1oasted and eaten. Whenceforth,| pressing jowrney. and, as it lay gant silyer canister on the worn »°" could sleep at my house,” she | ¢laporate ceremonies attend the moaning - before the Stable, the ved and white checked tablecloth i | bringing in of the boar’s head on|Christ Child blessed it with im- “Where's everyone?” he asked, | ! Christmas day. mortality. tlected caretuily. ne stopped before “I live alone.” Her blue eyes were apologetic. “I told you you'd better|® fir: “Lets buy it." Pvt. Kane - § smiled as he set his purchases o on and have a jolly Christmas . & X I down at the door. “You wait here A = e e Mexy Eve- i oy A 3 E ute.” Of course, he remInded He lifted a stove lid on the range. & ™V s himself, this was only make-believe 7 ad [ n A red glow flickered. He dumped 0" "o “just the crumbs. IT'S TIME FOR OU drafts with e | in coal and opened the . ol I'e had bougnt ner a fieecy blue searf when he asked her to wait. Back at the house he set the table.| The silverware was rved with cherul “Gosh, that's swell hard-| ware.” After supper they trimmed the | tree. “Tinsel's a little tarnished,” she said. “Oh! The angel!” She held it tenderly. “Pa always fas- tened it on ‘the very top.” | His eyes lingered on the lamp, the tree, the silverware. Gosh, the juiet of it. Crumbs to remember. ‘Yeu-—could have a room of your | own she stopped, Then, “If- | you wanted to come back here, | After the war, I mean.” She pushed a round fat object into his hand ‘It was Pa's, I want you to have [ by % | | ! ! Pvt. Kane sat up. “Me?"” he bretathed. “Me The watch was heavy and solid. He turned it over observing the grand manner in which it was carved. “Thanks. Aw, gee— . “Merry Christmas,” she beamed. ' “Merry Christmas to you.” - 1 Once more his eyes swept the Thlbodeau S Cash and Carry recom. Heme! Why — this wasn't crumbs. This was bread! k oo My o WA, Grocery and Market ; Notatoes should be sexved and eaten A directly fter baking -l te D e S fan e S VW % Stealing over the countryside is the blessed peacefulness of Christmastime. The very air seems charged with it. Even the birds—what few remain—appear to share in the general rejoicing that has come over the world. We earnestly hope that this Christmas sea- son of 1945 will bestow unusual blessings upon you and yours . . . that it will bring to your home the soft glow that even Christmas tree lights cannot bequeath—the full joy of Christmas seasons long past but forever remembered. May such a Christmas be yours' | PNy ot ¢ e el S S e Jan e 9280 B s Faam SRy J. B. Burford and Company "Qur Doorstep Is Worn by Satisfied Customers”