The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 25, 1923, Page 1

> : You Could Not Have a M errier Christmas Than The Star Wishes Y ou cil i of FT @ to sea i ts not , © who f not ape ‘ of tho printers if 1d ASHO. a unpros ‘4 ‘ bo that . —. nother he ono it, who The Newspaper With the Bigg est Circulation in Washington The Seattle Star Entered as Becénd Clase Matter May 2 1 WEATHER Cloudy tonight and Wednesday; moderate southwesterly gales diminishing in force, FORECAST grado . “He rest: would ment, inst tind at tho Postoffice at Hoattle, Wash, under the Act of Congress March 3, 1679, Per Year, by Mall, $1.50 ‘tfulls wen SEATTLE, WASH., TUESDAY, DE TWO CENTS IN SEATTLE. Christmas With The Browns BY JIM MARSHALL a (CHRISTMAS DAY! And each of us celebrates according to his means. Some are poor and must make good fellowship and smiling faces serve as |foils for the world outside. Some are rut-prisoned workers, trying for the day \to climb out and be young again. And some there are, too tightly bound in| }golden chains to live Christmas—happiest day of the year, to the full. Here are three stories, telling how folks in three walks of life, spent Christ- }mas day in Seattle: : | | i | William E—|| W. E i} | —— —- Wt, wa, got even with Bod ste illiam E.—|| W. Ewart keth. We sent him as a Christmas | | fesent all the cigars he gave USityIL1 BROWN is in fram Big) THEN William FB, Brown, who Guring the Inst camp | Creek, where the firs and cedars lives in an apartment house on| drip silver globules onto the brown) 13th, not far from Pine, got up early earth, with a packsack on his cal-/today to stop that confounded drip| Anne hill is pointed out to all tourists loused shoulders and a stake In his|in the kitchen sink, there wax a|by taxi drivers and rubberneck overall pockets to celebrate Christ-|sharp click from the other bedroom,| wagon men, didn't like it a bit, But |where the heir to the Brown for:/that made no difference. Milord tunes slept | Browne, as the butler was accus- Merry Crismus, daddy! sbrilled) tomed to visualize him, wanted a} the Heir, pattering with bare feet| Santa Claus for little Clement and| over the worn carpet to the Uny| young Celeste, and in the crude Christmas tree on the parlor table.| American idiom s0 offensive to the| There | tler’s British phlegm, he waa “it (MBER 25, 1923. SEES 100 CHRISTMASES TTLE I$ ra IH placid and perfect butler of W. Ewart Browne, whose man sion in the best section of Queen| According to the soclety column @ number of Se ing eggnog parties you just love egos? eee m Last night he spent in a narrow During Night; Ships at Sea Wrecked and Sailors Perish in Disaster Sweeping off the Pacific ocean west of Vancouver island, | with no warning, the worst wind storm that has ever visited ‘Seattle lashed the waters of the Straits, Puget Sound and © the city’s lakes to a fury Tuesday morning, taking a toll of 7 five lives, a half score water craft of all types and sizes and thousands of dollars in property damage. Never since records were first taken by the local branch of the U. S. weather bureau has wind of such terrific strength battered the city and lashed its environs. Between = 30 a.m. and 3:40 a. m. the velocity of the wind reached ~~ Radium has dropped to $45,986,000 fl ‘ a ton. Shucks! J ve've already |T°OM garnished in dirty blue kalso finished our Christ shopping! | mine, down below Yesler way. ete ed himself up, got p barber and strode his caulks clicking on the paving stones, to hunt him self a turkey dinner ‘Turkey dinners below all the from quick-anddirtys to six bits in the plate-gluss fronts, with white letter | jing on the windows and a clean apron on Maisie, the spick and span waltress. “Merry Christmas,” Maisie Lit Gee Gee bought a sprig of mistle pureh: something pathetic about| but & Christmas tree in a drub apart-| ‘But I shall go thru with it lke « ment house; something sad about a) true Briton,” the butler confided to wrenched from {ts friends in| Miss Shanks, the second clean woods to die In stuffy alr laden! as be donned the false wi Ith odors of botled cabbage and fry-| red and hauled or ing bacon.) boots Go back to bed, you young ras:| of the pler glasses in the Italian hall cal," growled Brown, “ Tisn’t Christ-| way, picked up a allver oval tray If Santa Oh! Da—| loaded with wrapped packages andj} darn’ strode nt toward the massive} “Ssh! Will,” cautions Mrs. Brown} oak doors of the main dining hall.. | yesterday down the street, tree, isemald. Yesler cost and Mes. 0 35 cents in the Little Homer Bre ce, the office vamp, ngstarter, the Smith Brothers and the little bull, ali wish you merry Christmas and ew ¥ way coat, He surveyed himself in one man yet says One of the pleasant things about the morning after Christmas geiting Tup to get Little Bobbie a drink of water and stepping on a tin soldier in 7TH bare feet. Lit Gee Gee-wants to KHOW What mistletoe ieans f= the ianguags of s. Always giad to oblige, Gee} It means “kissmeqtick.” | . } HOW ABOUT MOTHER Remember Father with a new set of teeth, Something that will be appreciated for many a Christmas to come. Eastern Dentat Co.—Advt. in Kansas City Kansan. eee le Homer wanted for Christmas. ised by taking him for a ride on a ne-man | car. eee } What is so rare as Christmas day, | will pass out into the raw wind again, from the depths of the covers. "I} Inside, Miss Celeste and Master) walks into the aroma of turkey and| TOLD you, last nighf, I'd wtack his! Clement were lolling . negligently, mince pie and coffee. Not a very} (ova on the floor! You're 90 care-| Mint Celeste stroking the white en enthusiastic greeting, but Mainie has | /es#: | mine of her black silk negligee, Mas deen saying it to ali andsundry for| Silence again forthree. hours. [ter Clement with bis hands | thrunt| five hours now and its pristine freeh-| Morning dawhs, end with it the|far down into the pockets of bls Deer is somewhat tarnished. Aciighted shrieks of the Heir, trying | quilted bathrobe, A bright wood fire |” So-for that matter is the pristine} {® Work. nine mechanical toys at|purned in the buge grate, Before}! freshness of the turkey; and the} Oct. Mother wears a amile beneath | which a deep-Chinene Hig spread its cranberry muuce and the celery andj her little pink srilled. breakfast cap length. the mince ple. And the coffe isn’t} Ad Daddy is importantly strutting) The —an— presents are served,’ what you might expect at the Butler. | ®Pund, in shirt sleeves, supervising | coughed the Santa Claus, marching So Bill will stuft himaelt with| everything. Did not Daddy make| into¥the room and standing stiffly} white meat and: dark, washing it| this Jollity possible? Sure, he did! at attention before the youngsters. | down. with muddy coffee, and, gather-| | Now it ts noon, and Daddy has|"Put them on the table, Briggs, ing a handful of wooden toothpicks, | Dusted threo finger nails over the! ordered Miss Celeste, “and for good-| | Meccano set, trying to build a crane, as Bill swings open the door and and blown out.all the fuses in the nes sake gO away and take off that hideous costume and serve breakfast Nipping Maisie the quarter change | #"d froma, dolla® bill: | building, trying to work a toy motor) And tell Clara to saute some mush-| For a while this afternoon Bit} will| ¥!th a transfornier, and stepped on|rooms ¢ © + engage his mind with the drab ad.|the toy fire wagon and busted it) No turkey ntures of a movie heroine, sitting {98d been shooed out of the kitchen-|a few hours a stuffy Jap theater, gathering} (Turn to Page 9, Column 3) together hazily the warp and woof} ‘ of the crude drama on the screen.| 'n’ fixin's were mil later, from the early | (Turn to Page 9, Column 3) Chaplain Robert S. Stubbs of Tacoma has seen Christmases and. probably holds a record for having spent | the Yuletide under.the most varied of circumstances. | 66 miles an hour, the highest ever recorded here. | The sturdy steamer Dawn of the Lake Washington ferry | Service tore loose from its moorings and battered a -huge * ™ \hole in its stern on the Leschi ferry landing and sank off | the dock at the end of the Yesler cable line. LAKE HOUSEBOATS ARE TORN FROM MOORINGS Half a score houseboats and smaller craft were torn | and wrecked and many families were rescued by valiant forts of Seattle’s city firemen. : Hundreds of windows were blown in and scores of store signs and Christmas decorations were blown down. Seattle was on the fag end of its Christmas eve celebra- tion when the storm broke, about 1 a. m., with a squally rainstorm. The wind arose steadily and at 2 a. m. it whined and shrieked down the chimneys and tugged at the city’s trees and light and wire poles. Many telephone and light lines were temporarily disrupted. Phone service was demor- alized before the trouble squads got busy. Between 3 a. m. and 4 a. m. the wind scourged the city 100 f When with the ferocity of unleashed demons: Before its attack trees gave away, wires were torn loose, bricks flew from chimneys, signs dangled crazily, crashing thru plate glass windows; boats broke their moorings and floated to destruc- mM This alt seems fine, but BAY! jemerge into the windswept streets la it takes a whole dern year to pay! |again | —L. A. W. | Down the United St Stubbs c es after he me in con- amen’ Chistmas is an old story for Chap-|iand and ain’ Robert 8. 8 had go ¢ Seamen's in-|t home | In: nationally orker in Tuend: known t with the work of th at his itute, q> rere ALLAN SSS tions to C istmas card turers: Why not print h a snappy and original p' nta C ebimn aus about to climb of a snow-covered height of irony ts giving | A book for Christmas. |pack to Big Creek, with hia pack on| of . | CANDIDATE FOR THE | POISON IVY CLUB The gink who shows you the beautir jiver flask he received for Christmas—empty. eae In ma a father. home today the Christ- ated—and #0 {9 ‘Twas night ofter Christmas | And father had spent | The coin he had saved for the Groceries and rent hay, stayed up The rest of th Hod gone to But Paw, he To acttle his bills when The blame things came duc t he soon gave it up @ went to bed, too. | eee out @ way omin full don't laus ag All somebody American fter present moonsiin and m: ith a, bot Christmas Ha! Hat THAT 1S—ALMOST Christmas cheer ain't what it used to be. They have taken the spirit out of the holiday. "The Night Be- | le Hoi prices for it. Then he will go again &\to the narrow room with the dirty | But Not as You Suppose, for 40 Cases | Came Out—and 40 Went to Station blue kalsomine and sleep away Chri 8 afternoon in dreams Late tonight a frowsy girl "below the line” will cajole the remainder of his roll. Tomorrow he will go y the sodden his calloused shoulders—back where the cedars and spruce drip silver globules onto the brown earth be- neath. 1 Dead; 1 Dying in Auto Collision ANGELES, Dee. 25.—One leved to be L. L. Boswell, Is dead jrown, 28, is dying following collision between a speeding automo bile and a street car at Ninth Broadw in the heart of business section, today Eye-v mobile vas and the travelin, east 50 crashed the the south on miles an into Intersee. auto. Broad hour when it street crossing tion. the car, and another k H.| The noble efforts of two companies; firemen, called out carly Christ. | |mas morning to a blaze at Third and Leary avenues, were rewarded. | The house was destroyed, ‘tis true. |But the flames had gained such a start in the. face of the high wind that it was doomed even before the fire laddies arrived Yen, the house went up But— | Think what was saved Forty cases! Champagne! brandies! Cognac! Wine! Tho fire fighters bravely dared life and limb and plunged again and again into the burning ruins to drag gunnysacks filled with liquid was Intended to decorate Fancy Whisky! out cheer that many a Senttle family —and Intertor. But tho fire burned fiercely flercely. | One hundred and seventy cases of the stuff went up with the house, # holiday Too tion, and Seattle, a bit awed by the ominous attack, snuggled down a little farther in its blankets and “hoped everything | was all right.” | Later. in he t. the. se tide celeb jana decided pend his life in b | Chaptain i celebrated his |tering the nditions of the sa 60th birthday and Tues He ‘weft. to school in the lees Geclared that he was looking states. and there he s With the coming of morning the fury of the storm had forward with interest ‘to his. next istmas celebra-| Spent itself, and street car service was haltingly resumed. birthday his next Christmas. racteristic of that section] The rain did not return, and the city, a bit disarrayed, re- bengates tes preg rage mated bepwgba Later he found) sumed its observance of the Yuletide. nd to] es The work of rescue was carried on | Christmases than other. person | his way ific Coast a re to the tune of popping corks from |!" this state, Chaplain Stubbs prob-| Puget § 7 he! hu the rapidly heating liquor. And ey. | bl) holds the record for hay |the rema ery time a cork popped, the noble | served. thé holiday in the bi sasha White te varlety of places on the globe and * firemen worked faster Kariety of places on the globe on | Milk, Catsup, Shots his early Christ Mingle In Holdup hours of the storm in Pedder bay,} made in the embers of the dying} Born tn ¢ it was found that 40 full canes | Mases, Ww the . ¥ the Vancouver island, when the tug Tyee |Rorth pontoon of the dock by strong © stacked up under the eagle eyes | country commt ne's Economy ery lines, but between 3 and 4a. m. broke ofthe two policemen who had hur ) store at 1 last night when jher lines and rammed a hole in her riedly got on the Job. early age in life he shipped a bandit fired a wild shot at Burney | ®¢cording to reports received by har-| stern, according to Capt. Harry By The firemen raid Tuesday that jt|the mast, and for ye Pe 2410 Washington. st All but two of the crew| Tompkins, superintendent of the An- wns at the request of the police they | Yuletide found him here an Peka and Raine|of seven went .down, the report] derson Steamboat Co. had made In. the portayof the, world store, and the! stated. Those saved were First Mate; Efforts of Capt. Bob Smith and ve the Hauer five s cere Ce holidays would cor er t hased ‘a bottle | Warder and Boginess ed Watchman Martin -Wait.ana)othees evidence, they said, and were search. | while. the nen entered| Details of the accident are meager, Oe % ing Tuesday for C, L, Smith, the man | working other than that the tug, a Canadian |*O 8ave the steamer were futlle.<The ey had told occupied the} calmed, or craft, was unable to survive the first | boat is lying in about 15 fathoms of to ask him, “How come the terrific onslat of the storm'and|water north of the dock, it is be swept on the rocks and crushed. The:boat was’ bullt by tHe has engaged. in liquqor?” riet this Christmas, The 40 canes rescued, police say,| Other times by eee ferry service for the past 10 years. (Turn to Page 9, Column 1) June, | tions | country spent} _— King county and under lease to Capt. jJohn L. Anderson, pounded a hole in her stern while mqgored to Leschi early |dock and sank early Tuesday, as’ moored to the Five Lose Lives When Tug Sinks When a count of the “su Five lives were lost In the The steamer those of up spurted over rocery foundered shortly before midnight, 23rd ave a cus-| bor radio, in the place uch strenuous efforts to They needed {t for alone in verse] far at nen, maybe in on whith perhaps the command to annoyed Peka ed the milk bottle down of the thugs. | wa bandit that h 1 thru a gl been midst ¢ ‘em up! Th house, such a storm as sv the Sound di lieved. would be on shore county. and been are worth $4,000, while the destroyed | leave in Ban Francisco, Hong Kong liquor, at present retail prices, would | Cape Tawn or, Constantinople afety, followed by his pal. (Turn to Page 9, Column 7) On Christmas days spent in Eng-|'Tho shot hit the catsup bottle. Lake Washington suffered its first major ship loss In the past decade mer Dawn, owned by} when the ste Between the Storm and Santa, Dad Has a Rough Life Twas the night before Christmas When all thru the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse— ¢ * Bang! “Whas that, Dad?” inquir “Oh, I dunno,” says Dad “What did you do with th Whitney followed you home, Ma. “Why, Ma, it’s just the red Ma (she in her kerchief). (he in his cups). at stuff ?. Dad. Better get up and see,” wind han, Please, let’s go to sleep; it’s midnight.” Silence for minutes, Wham! “Oh, Daddy, listen! Sant reindeer. Hear him pawing This from 6-year-old Fred “Go on back to your room, Santa won't come if you stay awake, you window blowing shut. know a Claus is-here. The storm’s getting furiov That's Pranc on the roof?” onny; it’s only the sleeping but it won’t keep Santz he'll come if you go to sleep,” Dad replies Little bare feet patter down the hallway. More silence, This time for 20 minutes. Then — maybe Severyns,'or'Lyle, or ing the back screen door. Flash! “Oh, Ma! Daddy! ing fireworks.” This from one of the chorus of fiveim-adjoining rooms. “No, no, children; it’s just a transformer blowing out. storm’s making it a Merry Christmas.’ Dad advances a superhuman effort to ie a patient father, squelches his desire for ice water and prays to the god, Morpheus. But Morpheus is slow. “Ma,” he confides, “I didn’t spend much on the stenographer’s present, but you know I just had to remember her in some way. She so “Oh, yes, I know all about her. She’s a regular “Ma, Grandma was so tickled over the holly wreath and we got soaking wet singing’ ‘Holy Midnight’ under her window—you know even if Santa doesn’t bring me the electric train I'll have a good Christmas anyhow ause I'd rather give than receive “Shut up, angel face; you're stuff is crude “Dad, don’t talk that way to the child! He is sin discourage the noble—” “Yes, but when do we sleep? it’s Grunts and squirms from the baby bs “Why don’t you ‘tend to Mar give 'er anything! For heaven's I've had a tough day. Have a heart. You've All the others slept all night without a peep—” We're just soaked. Quick Mary, I’m all in. spoiled this baby “Dad, it’s rainiyg thru on our bed. there goes the plaster!” And so it went thru the last hours of the morning. Morpheus came at lest. Dad slept heavily; so did mother and Mary Ann, and some of the kids down the hallway. But not Fred. The milkman came, “There he is, Dad!’ piped up the irrepressible Fritz, ‘He left it on the back porch and ran. I saw his fur coat and his whiskers, Let's have the Christmas tree now, Dad.” h, Lord!’ groaned Dad. ‘All right; let’s have it now. Fred, you run down stai start the phonograph. Put on the record ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear—” or whatever you call it. Turn on the Christmas tree lights, but don’t look at the tree. Don’t cheat. Remember, now.” See the bright light! Santa Claus is shoot- The insists er, the Snap. “The lights won't go on, Dad. wires “Oh, Daddy, is it going to be dark all day? Christmas tree? Won't the candles show? presents? Ma-ma, I’m afraid; it rs “Merry Christmas, Dad!” remarked Ma, yawning and chuckling. “Isn’t it nice that Mary Ann sleeps so well?” porch cere and you'll I think the storm’s broken the 0 Good Lord (turning on the light), clock and those children aren't settled yet.” sket. . She’s hungry ake, let’s Can't we see the How will we find our l away Ann? Feed her; cut out this rumpus. nt