The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 23, 1933, Page 5

they stopped and their clear young voices. filled the frosty. night with hym vUghrist is born,” they sang. “Good ber gee men, rejoice !” they reached the edge of the town, the driver turned. “It’s all of & couple of miles out to Widow El- he said, “Shall we go on, or turn-back here?” “Oh, let's do go on,” said Bob ‘ilies, And then, because he was ‘new, in town, and felt that he might have spoken too hastily, he added, “Ot course whatever the others want to. do is all right with me.” “Yes, let's,” said Mary Byron, They went on.. The crowd seemed ‘Always to do whatever Mary wanted, Bob Miles thought of this as they sped along the snowy road. But he o hag ‘anette oataereseneptiatiemeinie: Found Himself In the Snow Beside the Overturned Sled. @id not think It strange, for she was charming and vivacious, as well as beautiful. He had come on the ride hoping to get better acquainted with some of the young people. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he noticed nothing until’ some one called “Look out!" ‘and he found ‘himself in the snow beside the overturned sled. “A spill in the snow never hurt anybody,” one of the boys called - out, but it had. Mary Byron had a | broken ankle. “Tve had two years of surgery,” Bob Miles stated, and the others drew aside. Ais he deftly put the} ankle back in place, and tied’ on al temporary splint with handkerchiefs, be kept up a constant flow of little stories until! Mary forgot the pain to laugh at them. Carefully she was Ioaded back on the sleigh and taken home. “It’s a | shame I spoiled the Widow Elder's Christmas Eve,” she said. “You must all promise me to go out there tomorrow night and sing for her.” They all promised but Bob Miles, | “I won't,” he said, “I'll want to know | bow you are getting on.” “Well,” she answered, smiling, | “you will know, won't you? I never aid believe in changing doctors in| . the middie of a case." ‘©. 1953, Western Newspaper Unica. AROLD was practically | speechless on Christma s | Morning over the present of an electric train from his Uncle Dan, There were yards of track, a sta- tion, a signal tower, switches, even a tunnel and a turntable, Never in his life had Harold known ‘a gift so wonderful. The rest of the family abandoned all their. nts to help set it up, tg wateh it, tovexclaim over its minia- ture perfection. Harold could scarcely take time to eat his Christ- mas turkey. He had no appetite but for the marvels of Uncle Dan's gift. “I can’t thank you enough, sir,” he said over and over. The old gentleman beamed down at him, “Thought you'd enjoy it, ‘boy,” he said. “But look here, don’t thank me . . . thank the hundred years behind it.” “What?” asked Harold. “AN pyramided, boy. We benefit gone, Ever think of that?” «No, Harold admitted, he hadn't thought of that. e take what they discovered, what they worked at, slaved at, were ridiculed about, and some- times died for... add a bit of our own idea: + and pass it on to the next generation.” Harold, gazing down at the splen- did electric engine, black and gleam- | ing, said slowly, “By George, that’s \ Bo, isn't it?" It was a new Idea, | “We'd never get anywhere oth- erwise,” continued Uncle Dan. “We { are the present benefactors of the race,” Harold was frowning. “I suppose | be engineers hadn't first worked out steam and all that; we wouldn't have an electric engine either,” he } admitted. “That's it... that’s ft! It pays | to think about it seriously. Makes you understand progress better . our duty to the past, as well as re- | sponsibility to the present. I don't want to talk like an old fogey.” Uncle Dan lowered his voice to a ! evnfidential note, “but I've always felt strongly about this particular | thing. benefits which clever, hard-working men have given us, we don't de- | serve to be called civilized if we } can't use these benefits Intelligent: | Jy, and try, to add our bit... for F the mest lot. Get it? He stared } bard at Harold, } “Yea, I think I do... well, any- how,” the boy flashed him a smile, “§ thank you fer the electric train ~ aed all the inventors, dead | and_alive, who made it possible” ©. 3932, Western Newspaper Union, by the brains of men long dead and | If, Harold, we do accept the | CHRISTMAS ‘TREES # by Constance Withrow T IS the. custom in. certain J village near the sea for the men to go into the woods and bring out by ox sled many small | spruce trees. ‘These are ranged around the foundations of houses to keep them snug and warm for the winter. In a gray, weather-beaten cottage | close to the shore lived a family whose hard luck was the talk of the village. The father was a fish- erman, but now that. the winter had set in, he could not go out in his dory; the summer had ylelded a fair catch, but the prices were low, The mother was a cheerful, sensi- ble woman who kept.the house tidy and her husband and little girl, Sal- lie, well cared for. When Christ- mas time came, however, she was | much troubled, “Shall I write Santa I want a cart with red wheels?” asked Sallie one day, “and a teeny doll house I can keep my kitten in?” “He has so many children to re- member,” said her mother, “I wouldn't be disappointed if just this ‘once, Sallie, he kind of forgot.” | Sallie’s eyes grew round with | amazement. “He can’t forget, Mam- jma. He'd not be Santa, if he did!” Ms. Blake repeated Sallie’s an- swer to her best friend, Mrs. Moore. ‘And Mrs. Moore said, “Bless the j child ... well... I never!” Sallie listened with her fat little hands clasped behind her back. “I | don’t believe it!” she said stoutly. | and nothing her mother sald could change her convictions. | When they went to bed there | wasn't a present in the house—not an orange, not a candy cane—but | Sallie was sure about the morning. | She woke when the dawn was | gray. She pattered over to her win- dow. The sea was like a still, flat | sheet of metal, @@ alr was chill Down below was the gveen hedge of | little trees. Sallie's eyes @tuck out as she j looked at them; eRe gave a high, delighted squeal. Op every tree at the tip-top, was a little package done up in bright paper and tied with colored string! A row of twenty Christmas trees, each bearing a gift! “He did come, Mamma!” shrieked Sallie, “Santa trimmed twenty trees instead of one!” Mrs. Moore told Mra. Biake that evening that village children had crept over in the night and each tied a present to a tree. “I don't suppose you had anything to do with it?” smiled Sallie's mother. “Oh, well” sald Mra Moore, “faith Uke Sallie's can’t be disap- pointed.” ©, 1932, Westers Newspaper Unica, THE KEY WEST CITIZEN PAGE FIVE PECULIAR TERM BUFFALO. James B. Firkan of this city in his divorce suit de- scribed his wife as “‘mutton dress- ed up_as lamb.” ‘iat ips Fh dhe dd adeked A) ; NOW AND THEN (By STEPHEN COCHRAN SINGLETON) {sees Seencccccveoccceccooocccocs: —_—_—— An-appropriation not to exceed | $500 during the present school; year has been authorized by the} board of city commissioners at | Owensboro, Ky., for the Needy) Kiddies’ Lunch Fund. | be What is claimed to the| greatest memorial in the world is! the Freemasons’ Temple in Lon-' don, erected to the memory of all! Freemasons who died in the World ; in the presumption of such aggre- gations as the U. S. Chamber of Commerce, the Manufacturer’s As- sociation and other “leaders,” who We can confidently count on cH ae stitched National proneel yy after our duly selected man- lleast one smile every Wednesday. jager has got it back on the road again, demand that he turn the wheel over to them. * pressed in The Forum are solely those of the writers and not of The Citizen). (Views or opinions ex- |(That is when the Sunday papers jreach Biscayne Key, because, every Sunday the Miami Herald} \printes a page of prominent and would-be prominent dames and the! a ‘ page is headed in box-car letters, ;#ble objection to Arthur _Bris-| War, | “SPORTS—CLASSJFIED.” You/|bane’s reiterated plea for the is- don’t. often find a Society Editor suing of “greenbacks” which bear SLIOTIISSS with a nerve like that. | Je coe jno interest, to retire the Govern- Notice To Subscribers x iment bonds, which do. No al-{ ‘ ane drowsy editor seems to be:tereation in the treasury | 'y liability Please be prempt in paying jrunning the Saturday Evening! vould talon place: the sama. aecuie|.\ ik carrier leis dativers some le pays e Citizen a week for the pa- Post. In the same issue in which! Bernard Baruch does his best to|ity is back of the greenbacks as per and sells it to you for 20 cents. His profit for delives- prove that President Roosevelt’s 18 back of the bonds, and a back- plans won’t work, another writer breaking load of usury would be in an article “Alarm Clocks in the |t@ken off the peoples’ backs. We ig ts § cots:Wenkly on each subscriber. If he is not paid HE loses. Not The Citizen. West” shows how well they are|BoPe the next visitor to the White VI III IS SiS working. As a rule, the venerable | House will mention this—and have Post is consistent in its tory pro- jbetter luck than most of the hope- ehhh Log check lodeld oe WISHES In bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming: the new We have yet to find a reason- paganda, but maybe it seems wise |‘! Suggestors have had. to begin to copper bets on Roose- velt’s opposition. Like him of old time of whom it was said, “O gen- eration of vipers; who hath warn-| ed you to flee from the wrath to} come?” “Give me neither poverty nor | riches,” implored a writer in the, most up-to-datg book in the world.! President Roosevelt seems to have} a vision of that prayer being an- swered, In Chestertow: land, the President said, der a distribution of wealth there is in the proper way, the more we| can make it possible for men and women to have the necessities of life im such shape that they will! not have to lie awake at night worrying about where the food for tomorrow will come from. Then, and then only, will we have the security necessary for the! country.” THE THOMPSON ICE. CO. FIP LLL FOF Lt PUVA S CHRISTMAS PRAPPINESS «| - Among Onur Assets... We like ta count the only one that money cannot buy— YOUR GOOD WILL And so at this Holiday Season we extend to you-—not. as a customer alone, but as a friend—the best wishes for the coming year. WE WISH YOU ALL. THE JOYS OF MERRY CHRISTMAS And a Bright NEW YEAR Cabrera Wholesale Co., Inc. IA MPAA ALL LS AB hehehehehe LOOTTOTOOTOTMOOTOTOOTI OOOOH, Extends to all their friends the wish for happiness and prosperity * As cjtizens of this country, make it your business to watch| with an intelligent and vigilant eye, the opposition to President Roosevelt’s policies which is gath- ering force and taking shape. Mor- gan, Mellon “et al” as law- yers so truly say, have a lot of money; able writers and speakers are for sale to the highest bidder;' and- no trapped wolf -ever mor} clearly realized that his life was at stake than do the predatory com- binations that Roosevelt has driv- en into defensive action. +e Metropolitan dailies and maga- zines seldom represent the inter- ests of that “Forgotten Man” of whom Al Smith once spoke so eloquently and whom he is now so-vigorously forgetting. Smith now adds his voice to the outraged cries of those who thought Roose- velt could be controlled—until| they paid a visit to the White; House. * * IOLA AEA A Ah db dd dh dd hd de did dididkid deddedehdddah aia ahaabadats VILALL LAA ALAA MAA bd <eeTeeeTOTea eee. 7 JOY, PEACE, GLADNESS be with you CHRISTMAS and HEALTH, HAPPINESS, PROSPERITY crowd your NEW YEAR We'll do our part to make 1934 satisfactory insofar as our service is concerned. The Key West Electric Company SIIIIIIOPOIUEMODOO OOOO Oa TO Oe ees oe 8 But, though the great dailies and| the magazines must shape their editorials to meet the demands of; the “business office,” the little} “country” papers almost invari- ably reflect the views of a com-| bined editor and business manager! who values his integrity as’ an American citizen aboVe any fi- nanciak consideration that is likely! to come his way. For, as of old,} “Where their treasure is, there will their heart be also,” and the pub- lisher who is a neighbor in a small; town, thinks along: different lines} from those in which run_ the thoughts of the publisher enter- tained in stately mansions or on costly yachts. * Impudence has seldom reached) a sublimer height than it attains} ALL EVIDENCE LOST ST. LOUIS.—Charles Dexter} of this city, arrested for theft 10 years after the crime was coin- mitted, was set free because in the interval all evidence had ben lost. SOOT Tee. OOTP IIT IT IT I aM, California’s 56 state parks have a total acreage of 278,000 and represent an investment of $12, 000,000. ESS First “Princess of the Seven Seas” to be chosen for the classic} Tournament of Roses in Pasadena, Calif., is Miss Vivian Moore, Pasa-! dena eRe \’ your Z VACATION THIS YEAR WW N pati KN QW / Yj pai \\\\\ WS S I IIIA ADAP AAD IL ILE LAL AALALAALLA CLA EAL LALLA NK