The evening world. Newspaper, December 13, 1902, Page 5

Ghe @World’s Christmas Number OUT TO-MORROW. PR GR GR GR GORI CR GBI GBI GR GR GRE GRIT RI GR GREY CRU GR CRI GORI CORIO RG IGRI GRU ORI CRIS BARI CBRN CBI CBI CRI BI BI GMM HRISTMAS COMES BUT ONCE A YEAR! «-But’it has come many times—long enough for 4) tale and legend and beautiful custom to gather about it; for associations to endear it; for “peace and good- will” to make it a dey of cheer at home and charity abroad. You'll find this “Ch y” spirit in text and picture, sketch and song and story, in the fine Christmas Number to-morrow. Archbishop Ireland sets the note for the season’s rejoic- ings with a luminous, helpful, hopeful article upon the day. And—to tell how the day is cele- brated in the an- cient capital of Christendom ‘—Mr. F. Marion Crawford writes for it of “Christ- mas in Rome.” Crawford knows old Rome well, was born there, ° played there as a boy; he knows equally well the Rome of to-day. As far away as China, as long ago as 1878, a notable — Christ- mas day was spent by Gen. and Mrs. U. S. Grant, thenontheir jour ney around the world. Mra. Wiline sat Grant describes it “Christman in Rome.?? for The World. And Mrs. Jefferson Davis tells of the Old South in her article upon Christmas week on a Louisiana plantation in 1830—an illuminating story, vivid, picturesque, graphic. * as rd a Christmas in Many Phases. In Danger, Storm and Sacrifice. IT’S not Lhe World’s fault, and it isn’t theirs, that Fire Chief Croker is one of the best advertised men in New York and that all men think of ex- Chief Thomas Byrnes when they deplore—— That’s polities, maybe; it isn’t the reason, anyhow, why the Chicf and ex-Chief were asked to write of a Fire- man’s and a Policeman’s Christmas story. They know the life. Mr. Byrnes’s is a tale of how Officer Donovan and a tene- ment-house family were made happy. Chief Oroker tells a sadder tale. His is the story of a Christmas fire in 1898 at the corner of Greenwich and Fulton streets, and how the firemen, fighting their way-in, found there sleeping the sleep that wakes not a little boy, his arms filled with Christmas toys. Major-General Adna R. Chaffee describes how the soldier boys in blue spent last Christmas in Manila; how they had a field day at St. Lazaro, ate turkeys from Australia, and joyed over presents from home. John R. Spears, Historian of Our Navy, telle-of “An Old Salt’s Strange Christmas at Sea,” rather a humorous sketch; and Cy. Warman, author of “The Express Messenger,” tells a love story. { Mr. Spears has been wrecked, fortunate man! He was ynee cast away on Ranoador Reef, and naturally knows just how shipwrecked folks feel, and his story is about how Uncle Dick, of the Newton, of the Astronomy line, shipped with a - » load of bell-buoys and threw them overboard in a Ohristmas gale, and how just a year later Uncle Dick was washed overboard by a great wave in another storm—and what happened then you may imagine. Mr. Warman ss also an authority. He has been a practical railroad en- gineer, and if his tale of the loves of Cassidy, the express agent, and Norah O'Neill, who waited on ta- ble at the dining-room in Gunnison, Col., isn’t drawn from memory of the “hash” that Norah slung over her shining counter, it is at Teast lrawn from accurate obser- Described by Ex-Chief Thomas Byrnes. @ man named Macomber wife from his slumber. 1" she said, great. Christmas Number} ‘Tia Tuesday, and now see Macomber, ¢ A bow-knot his thumb doth encumber. Says his wife, “Now, I bet f You will not forget To order The World's Christmas number!” 2 hoe ty THE WORLD: SATURDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 13, 190%. vation. There is a splendid fight with express-car robbers in this life-like tale of love and villainy and adventure in the Christmas Number. Stories about babies are even better than tales of fighting. There’s a very lucky baby—a Christmas present himself—who, lit- tle as he is, brings his papa and mam- ma, without know- ing anything about it, one of the most remarkable holi- day gifts of the year. All babies bring joy to properly constituted pa- rents, but this child’s prowess at such an early agé is really remarka- ble,and youshould know all about it. es es Pd rad How the Cows Keep Christmas; Clara Morris Tells a Story. )T ISN’T every one who makes, like Clara Morris, a success in two arts as different and as difficult as acting and writing. The story she has told for the Christmas World Mn introduces the old legend of how the cattle kneel on Christmas Eve. A chorus girl hears with scorn the old tale, but on going home finds at a closed stable door a cow that had not ‘ been put into her | stall, in very truth kneeling. There’s a Jatter- day element in this story. And in the next, by Caroline Mrs, Grant's Christmas in China, Duer. Such a tale as Dickens might have written if he had been a New Yorker; about a quarrel between man and wife and a reconciliation brought about, not by a cricket on the hearth, but by a cat. Joel Chandler Harris, beloved author of “Uncle Remus,” contributes a tale of North and South, called “A: Child of Christmas.” This is a Christmas love story with Georgian scenes and an undercurrent of heroic devotion. There’s something jollier and more extravagant in the chivalry of the Far West, as it appears in “A Cowboy’s Ohrist- mas,” by Alfred Henry Lewis, author of “Wolfville Stories,” and also of an appreciated Life of Richard Croker. The Star in the East. It is a tale of a lost child on the prairie, and of chivalric souls who agree with Secretary of State John Hay that Findin’ @ Itttle child An’ bringin’ him to his own Ia a dern sight Detter business Than loaf’ ‘round the Throne. ws a Cad a The Strangest Santa Claus, A Wizard of the Theatre. [Wad] URIOSITY is the cause of progress. If Colum- bus hadn’t “rubbered” to see what was on the ,| other side of the world, where should we have —s been? By curiosity the child learns. Asking 23,417 questions a day is his main education. There’s an animal Santa Olaus here in New York, Aren’t you curious to know what and who he is And if you want to hear about a man who can make you open. your eyes and gasp with astonishment pay some attention to the story of David Belasco and his latest triumph in stage- craft, the marvellous effects of “The Darling of the Gods.” Why, do you know, Belasco has done things in the stag- ing of this play that surpass in wonder and beauty even the Christmas show windows of all the big stores put together. One of the most remarkable articles in this number will be by John Mitchell, President of the Mine Workers’ Associa- tion of America. Tn it he tells a bit of homely, pathetic truth, “A Mine Boy’s Christmas.” Tells how as a boy of twelve he worked in 3—WEDNESDAY. Afraid to go in ls Macomber Till his wife {s wrapped in sweet slumber. He forgot what she sald— Didn't order ahead ee The Sunday World's great Christmas number! the coal mines, and while living with his stepmother, hung up *king on Christmas Eve. Next morning he found adime hid away down in the toe of it. “Small as it was,” he says, “it was much m than my mother ¢ ford seemed too valu- able to spend, so I kept it for a long time.” The breaker boys are having a pretty lively holi- day season now. The coal they pick roasts the Christ- mas goose for the rest of us. May there be little slack time” at the “pit-mouth” just at present ! jm: From the gashed and blackened mountains of the Pennsylvania snthracite region to the beautiful blue hills of Italy is a far cry. _ There, in the little village of Carpineto, in the rural prov- ince of Anagni, ninety-two years ago, was born a boy who as Gioacchino Pecci played among the village children, unthink- ing of the fame and usefulness that were to be his. The Christmas Number tells the story of the childhood of Pope Leo (Leone) XIII., born Pecei, whose venerable age and exalted character have won the regard of Christendom. Pd se rod ws For the Future Romancist. Wonders of the World. j] FAMOUS BOOK-LOVER in New York has all his magazines bound with the advertisements included. jj In time, he says, these will be more valuable as pic- tures of life than reams of short stories, and barrels of poems that begin with “As when.” And he’s right. Ten per cent. of the magazines get bound; almost never with the adver- tisements, the best part of them. Bound volumes of newspapers always contain the advertisements. And what a feast flor the future antiquarim, historian, | , romancist, will be the great book that Kiet contains the Chnstmas Number of The -——— World! There, in the advertisements, is the Christmas story told as no writer, no artist, alone, could tell it The toil and thought of a world of men and women, gaitroad Engineer's here culminates. Sailors brave the seas, Christmas. inventors puzzle their brains, dyers, weavers, carvers have wrought-cunningly this Christmas jor. When the advertisements answer your question: “What shall I get for Jane?” they pass the universe in review. Have you ever = heard, for instance, SAL of Sonneberg? oy There Santa has his y Mg $/( ? workshops. Eleven Oa , ! thousan: people = eS) SS his s live up in the Thur- inger Wald among the evergreens, the raw materials of Christendom’s toys. Every man, woman and child works all the year upon toys; nothing else. The tiniest baby learns the proper paint for Noah’s coat before the alphabet troubles him. The Sonneberg children are like toys themselves—like dear little German dollies—as they sit at the doors of their cottages carving and putting together and provisioning Father Noah and the rest for their justly celebrated voyage right into the hearts of the world’s children. Last summer the toys of the Thuringer Wald towns went to the toy fairs in the larger cities; now they are here, a mes sage of good will from the Old World to the New. So the lace-makers of Belgium, picture men in Paris and Munich, too, writers and illustrators, hunters in far lands, dia- mond miners in the Transvaal, silver miners in Mexico, spread for you this wonderful exhibition of the world’s plenty. The business announcements tell about it all, besides de- ciding questions, smoothing away perplexities, aiding the Ohristmas giver with his Christmas gift. Christmas Amusementa in the Philippines, THE TROUBLES AND TRIUMPH OF FORGETFUL MACOMBER. 4—THURSDAY, “No food on the dining-room lumber?” “No more meals,” wifey said, “Till you've ordered ahead “What! What!" cried forgetful Macomber; The Sunday World’s great Christmas Nunrber!” Ke ANTA himself, as you may have S | Poly shape, “built Chr f { } brake and gong of bis autosleigh, in which the Roly ~ fi y are embarked for their journey “Around the World with Santa Claus,” he looks just like one of them. And what a trip they have! Globular globe-trotters, they meet in their flight the Dutch, Japanese, Chinese, Eskimo and Indian Rolys. There is even a Spanish Roly—What should you suppose a Spanish Roly observed, 1s Roly y.’ Working the could possibly look like? The Rolys Ss ugent, curiosity by fur- nishing accurate colored sketches of all the foreign Rolys in a booklet whose leaves are cut just the shape of CLief Roly, Uncle Sam, in his Stars and Stripes. The paper of many sections has ad- _. vantages: The Funny Side will stay the im- patience of the least muscular child while he’s waiting for the Roly book. [t is to be an excellent Funny Side, with drawings by Funny Siders who care for Christmas and enter into its spirit. The rest are ruled out for this once. ] \ But, of course, 4 sine-noy’s Christmas, D | | I | all the old favorites do catch the spirit! g~\ieun creation concerning the small boy who | You really should see Mr. Herriman’s | ®; 2) pm Wanted a Christmas drum; and the — \ A ZZ Nii ‘ragedy of Clarence the Cop, who, of Foe mg course, doesn’t know any better than to ~ ig disturb Santa Claus just when he’s busi- nal lest; and the ludicrous misadventures of . be Chollie—or is it Gawge’s turn this time? | —in trying to fit u Christmas present to’ 4 i] Miss Tootsey’s deserts. There’s a lesson with a practical ap- plication in the invention of Mischiev- ous Willie. Why didn’t Edison ever © think of an elastic stocking for presents instead of fooling with electric lights and things? i Then there are that merry pair,’ Acrobatic Archie and the Anaele chil Pee 4 Christmas Roly Poly, Archie teaches Santa to do “stunts.” So does the Angel. Poor old Santa! He: , deserved better.treatment ! Poems for children. They’re hard things to write. Chil- dren won’t stand for “magazine poctry,” so when a poem is written that really pleases the little ones it is worth preserving, Twelve of the best ever written. A Christmas prerant that every child will appreciate. Six great masterpieces of sacred art—atleoted by Gen. di Rlashfield, the artist; M. Knoedler, art connoisseur, and Rev. James ‘A, Paine especially for the Christmas Number—will he reproduced in.generous dimensions for readers of The World At the Bottom of the Christmas Stocking. Faw VEN yet we haven't told you allow their toddlers a peep / ; into the room where the Christmas tree grows. You have seen imagination. The scent of the evergreen, the twinkle of the candles, have set you will exceed the expecta- tion. Wait, then, for the Christmas Sunday Cesnola, ector of the Metropolitan Museum; Edwin H. s es Cad s all, “We're like parents who p just enough to whet yorr guessing. The realization World to-morrow. A Fireman's Christmas Adventure, Drawn from Fire Chief Croker's Description, 5—PRIDAY. , There is joy in the house of Macomber; — No sorrows their pleasure encumber; Their troubles are passed, For he's ordered at last The Sunday World’s great Chr! ’