The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 25, 1920, Page 4

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ay TLE'S RESP PHOTO PRY MOUSE wr erry Xmas! And here’s “Doug” as the reckless hero of a romantic comedy that’s full of tense action, chivalry and glamor! Douglas Fairbanks stil “THE MARK OF ZORRO” From the “All Story Weekly” “The Curse of Capistrano” novel, CLEMMER MUSIC Liborius Hauptman, Director “The Holy City”.....Stephen Adams “Rio Grande” -Harry Olson COMEDY— Chester Conklin as “A SOFT-BOILED YEGG” RIDGEWOOD, N. nd That Car Riders Stand Up EDINBURGH, Scotland, Dec. 25.— employes threaten to kiddlen, drop toys to 9 on the cars is not lifted. Christmas cheer, | Onca I knocked at @ door (1 have J--Santa Claus came out of clouds tn alrplane to nw YORK— More than 8,000 tm if the “no standing” em jmigranta at Hillis island given The most for your | money. the ter Our Gift- to Housewives This is a time for friendly remem- brance—for thank offerings for favors and happiness. As Christmas approached, it was our desire to remember the thousands of Seattle housewives who have been our patrons during the past year. But no material token, we felt, could ade- quately express our feelings. We decided, therefore, to do some- thing useful and worth’ while—some- thing that would really be of benefit and lasting worth to the women of Seattle. So, beginning with January First, we will dedicate our plant from thence- forth solely and exclusively to family laundry work. After that date we will no longer serve hotels, restaurants, business houses or steamship lines, but will concentrate on perfecting an ex- clusive service to the home. New ps 9 gr and methods are now being ded that will make our plant the most. up-to-date and modern in the West. This, then, is our present to house- wives for 1921 and on: An exclusive laundry service of the highest order for them only. A hag Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! THE SUPPLY LAUNDRY CO. “Your Family Laundry” 1265 Republican Street Phone Capitol 300 in the past—a season of unalloyed joy . ‘An Unfinished! Christmas Story | (Copyright, 1990, by the Wheeler | Syndé Ino) | | (Prob. begun aevern! years be | fore bis death, Published, a it here January, | | | Now, a Christmas story should be} of @ good many years the} writers have been putting | appears, in Bhort Stories, iwity | y) ¢ Christ w prac ndayn Ro far has thi arried that 1 read a etory in a tag Cf into the deep snow thie i# to warn you that t in no subterfuge about this story and you might come uper tock a hung to the mantel and plum pud Hinge and hark! the chimes! and/ | wealthy misere loosening up and| | handing ever penny whistles to lame | oweboys if you rend further. man things to tell you I keep m losing sight of the story), It was the lroom house in Woat "Teenth street |t wns looking for a young tllustrat or named Paley, originally and trrev oeably from Terre Haate, Paley fooan't enter even into the first werial rights of this Christmas story {f mention him simply in explain why 1 came to knock at the door- }some people have so much curios itty. The door Was opened by the Innd ¥. I had seen hundreds like her And I had atelled before that cold, jdank, furnished draught of air that/ hurried by her to cecape immure/ ment in the furnished house She was wtout, and her face and hands were aa ‘white as tho she had been drowned in a barrel of vine ear. One hand held together at her throat « buttoniess Cannel dreesing sacque whore lines had been cut by no tape or Butterick known to mor tal woman. Beneath this & too-long, Nowered, black sateen @kirt was draped about her, reaching the Noor in stiff wrinkles and folds, The rest of her was yellow, Her hair, In some bygone @¢e, had been lipped tn the fountain of folly pre ided over by the merry nymph Mydrogen; but now, except at the roota, it had returned to its nagural grim and grizzled white, Her eyes and teeth and finger oails were yellow. Her chops hung tow and shook @when she moved. |The look on her face was exactly [that emfleless look of fatal melan- choly that you may have seen on the countenance of a hound left eit- ting on the doorstep of a deserted cabin, I inquired for Paley. After a tong | took of cold suspicion the landlady lepoke, and her voice matched the dingy roughness of ber flannel sacque, Paley? Was I sure that was the name? And waan't it, likely, Mr Sanderson I meant, in the third Moor rear? No; it was Paley 1 wanted. Again that frozen, shrewd, steady letudy of my soul from her pale yellow, unwinking eyes, trying to penetrate my mask of deception and rout out my true motives from my ying lips, There waa a Mr. Tomp- | kine in the front hall bedroom two flights up. | waa seeking. He worked of nights |e never came in till even in the} |morning, Or if it was teaily Mr.| |Tucker (thinly disguised as Paley) that I was hunting 1 would have to call between five and But no; I held firmly to Paley | There was no such namo among her lodgers. Ciek! the door cloeed awittly in my face; and I heard thru the panels the clanking of | | «RUSS TORTURE Can be eliminated by wearing the Lundberg Rupture Support. We give free trial to prove its superiority. | A. LUNDBERG Co, | “01 Taird Ave. You are ill; You don’t feel One bottle will conv Merit. HUMOR _PATHOS »|mcque at her throat and looking at £ stood apecchi and guping while one with moderate haste might | have told fifty, I couldn't have |) Japoken Paley's name even if T had |f| | emomber I did the only thing ‘lwe do not yet front door of a furntahed | os) jatethirty Wedne scribing to you his appearance; but if you are a man reader, | will may that Stickney locked precisety like the young chap that you always find sitting In your chalr emoki: a cigaret after you bave mited 4 shot while playing pool—not bil liards, but pool alt down yourself. mas gives no Christmassy tavence. Of course, prowperous people andjeay, Harry Stickney was a. direct comfortable people who have homes or fate or rooms with meals, and | jer, even people who liye in apartment houses with hotel service get some thing of the Christmas flavor, mive one another presents with the cont mark scratched off with a pen knife; and they hang holly wreaths in the front they are asked whether they prefer light or dark meat from the tur. key they say: tiggie and have jote of fun. and the very poorest people have the beat time of it. The Army gives ‘em a dinner, and the 10 a.m. ineue of the Night Final edition of the news paper with the largest circulation in the city leaves a basket at thetr door full of an apple, a Lake Ron- konkoma squab, a scrambled ege- plant and a bunch of Kalamasoo Perhaps it was he 1| bleached parsley. jare the more Christmas you. doen for! sing mncque that could never meet & mortal Christmas } him.) | | only the day bete seems to be! “Evening,” said Stickney, cheor-| ore the twenty aixth | “ day of December, It’ the chap in |/¢*#ly, ae he distributed little piles | the big city earning aixteen dollars | & week, With no friends and few | “0% acquaintances, with only 60 cents in his pocket on Christmas evo He charity; he can’t barrow; he knows | Yeh, but Wait Till no one who would invite him to dinner, z have. fancy that when It Gets Real Cold) ie shepherds left thelr < re ORK Silber des aie ob oa flocks tol NEW YORK, Deo. The first sthiehem there} complaint made to t alth de. was @ bandy-legged young fellow | , among them who waa just learning | Sarmsnt TURAL aun cement tal the ah him, “Bobby, we're going to investi: |" wate thie star route and seo what's in it the first Christmas day want to miss it hot @ wise man, and a4 you couldn't | Things don’t taste good; You are discouraged; Why don’t you get a bottle of— And be like other people—FEEL GOOD? . as At All Druggists’ Geo. R. T. Mack & Co. Distributors for State of Washington. RATURDAT, DNCEMTER 2, 1978, THE SEATTLE STAR ROMANCE haine and bolts. | 1 went wo the etepe and stopped | « The number of this | 2.43. T wan eure Paley } 4 rae dior perhaps it was 45 NN / or 4?—1 decided ¢ y 47, the sec SEP Dy | ond house farther along | I rang the bell, The door opened; |} acct ante “AND UNIVERS Sty stent and there stood the same woman. 1 waen't confronted by just a re sembiance—it wae the BAME wom an holding together the same old 5:30 STORE HOURS—9 TO me with the same yellow eyes as if he had never seen me befc earth. I saw on the kn her second finger thé same redand ack #pot, made, probably, by a re | mt burn against a hot stove. BEGINNING MONDAY | The Year-End Clearance that a brave man who believes there are mysterious forces in nature that fully comprehend mild have done in the elreum , down the steps then hurried the sidewalk and of all Eee mt Winter Coats, Suits | | Seer ecat and Dresses I wonder why I have maundered 6 slowly thru the prologue 1 have ft! It was aimpty to my te you, tm the form of introduction rife thru the Middle Weet: “Shake hands with Mrs Kannon.” for. For, tt was in her triple house} ; that the Christmas story bappened and it wag there where I plexed up the incontrovertinie wip of many re nets from the ore and met e Women and Misses ckney—and mw the necktie Chrixtman maine that year Thursday, and PSS AET ET ckney, to wh imal cogn of interest) AT REMARKABLE REDUCTI afternoon, “Ad areas” & New Yorkese for “home.” Stickney roomed at 46 Weert “Teenth third floor rear, ball room Ho Was twenty years and four hionthe old, and he worked in a sofas -Of -all. kinds, photographic store I don't know what Kind of work he did in the store must have acon him Young man who always comes be-|}) hind the counter to wait en you and| jets you talk for five minutes tem |f! ing Rim what you want When you /]) are done, he calle the proprietor at | the top of his voice to wait on you, |f! and waike away whistling between | | street, / —In the Apparel Section, Third Floor. —And The Special Price Basement, hin teeth, 1 don't want to bother about @e- when you want to possibly purchase @ pronent to take; along, ruppose you stay "behind and mind the sheep.” So, as we may ¢ are some to whom Christ feacendant of bg ape who was behind to © care of the flock Getting back to facta, Stickney rang the doorbell of 46. Me had a habit of forgetting his latchkey, Instantly the door opened and there stood Mrs. Kannon, clutching hor eaeque gether at the throat ahd gorgonizing him with her/| opanve, yellow eyen, | (To give you good mearare, here | is & story within a story, Once a/ roomer in 47 who had the Scotch | habit, not kilts, But @ habit of drinking Scotch-—-began to figure to} himself what might happen if two pérvons should ring the doorbells of 43 and 47 at thé same time. Vie tons of two halves of Mra. Kannon appearing respectively and simul taneously at the two entrances, each clutching at a sife of an open, Map ‘They windows and when “Both, please,” and STARTING SATURDAY === POSITIVELY FIRST SHOWIN A DRAMA OF LIFE IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS—OP THRILLS, STUNTS AND HAIR-RAISING SITUATIONS TOM MIX| WINELAND’S ORCHESTRA assisted by GEORGE ROGOVOY Famous Russian Cellist The poorer you yverpowered him. Bellevue got! But, IT ten you to what kind of xf muddy elush along the hal mat: | hink we'll have snow?" “You left your key (Here the manuseript en: who- eaid— a) finds himself can't accept was too much heat was received in| a letter from Mrs. J. Hilzman. She sald her apartment is ov: od, the heat running to 84 degr and | that she is forced to open all her windows. | _—— schmrencntegsl P business, Bo they said to} If it should turn out to be we don't And, as you are! CONCERT EVERY SUNDAY AT 130 Program Tomorrow High Jinks +++ Frimi Orientale +Cesar Cui Ila Veeda....John Alden Little Serenade .4...... Granfeld Ave Maria, Cello Solo... at all right; George Rogovoy Selection, Lucia. . Donizetti Use Cuticura To Keep Children’s Skins Healthy COME EARLY AND AVOID ince you of its Great CLYDE COOK bs ¢ SPECIAL COMEDY od Bin Blatt fet err ‘one cand STANDING “ALL WRONG” might Grolded Sreemting ive a iE tnd wi troubin IN LINE eq pgs oad gy cal beta TOPICS OF THE sseruisron ee! 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