W* get SOLID satisfaction out of wishing you and
yours a Merry OP Christinas!
Neill, Clark & C o.
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Santa'* list, it's plain to see.
Would make a kiddie scream with glee.
But Papa pays the well-known fee
la good ol’ U.S. do re me.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
BOARD OF TRADE
have come to dinner. Will you let
me in, Fred?”
Let him in! It is a mercy they
didn’t shake his arm off. He was
at home in five minutes. Nothing
could be heartier.
He went to.the office early the
next morning. Bob was eighteen
minutes behind his time.
“I am not going to stand this
sort of thing any longer. And
therefore,” said Scrooge, leaping
from his stool, and giving Bob a
dig in the waistcoat: “I am about
to raise your salary!”
Scrooge was better than his
j word. He did it all and infinitely
more; and to Tiny Tim, who did
not die, he was a second father.
He became as good a friend, as
good a master, and as good a man
as the old city knew, or any other
good old city, town or borough in
the good old world.
Christmas Plant
Was Named For
U. S. Diplomat
Poinsettias which have come to
be a “must” for home Christmas
decorations owe their name and
popularity to an earyl American
diplomat, botanist and scholar—
Joel Robert Poinsett.
Nearly a century and a quarter
ago, Poinsett then U. S. ambassa
dor to Mexico, first brought cut
tings of the “fire plant” to his
South Carolina home. Carefully he
tended the transplanted tropical
beauty. Under his skilled hands
the flower thrived and improved.
Soon the flame of this colorful
new plant spread to other states
and Robert Buist, a Philadelphia
botanist bought some cuttings from
Poinsett. He named them ephorbia
I poinsettia.
Since that day enthusiasts not
1 only in the United States but
! throughout the world have con
i tinued to improve the poinsettia,
! until today there are a score of va
i rieties from giant six-foot stalks to
diminutive dwarfs, double and
single varieties, green poinsettias
with red veins, white varieties and
| a graduation of reds from the tra
! ditional flaming scarlets to pale
pinks.
Christmas In Sweden
They tell a lovely story,
In lands beyond the sea,
How, when the King of Glory
Lay on His mother’s knee,
Before the Prophet-princes came,
Bringing gifts in hand,
The dumb beasts felt the miracle,
Men could not understand!
The gentle patient donkey
And the ox that trod the corn
I Knelt down besides the manger,
j And knew that Christ was born.
And so they say in Sweden,
At twelve, each Christmas night
, The dumb beasts kneel to worship
And see the Christmas light!
This fancy makes men kinder
To creatures needing care,
They give them Christmas greet
ing,
And dainty Christmas fare;
The cat and dog sup gaily,
And a sheaf of golden corn
Is raised above the roof-tree
For the birds on Christmas morn!
We do not live in Sweden,
But we can feed the birds,
And make dumb creatures happy
By kindly deeds and words.
No animal so humble,
fro creeping worm so small,
But that the God who made us
Hast made and loves them all!
If we to them are cruel,
Like Christ we cannot be!
And this shall be our lesson
From our dear Christmas tree!
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Some folks like a Valentine,
Others like the scent of pine;
Folks like me just have a line.
AM agree it’s plain to see
That Christmas Cheer is mijrhtv fine.
Charles R. Griffin Co.
Santy set:
If your digestion’s good
An* you’ve plenty firewood.
An’ you sleep well nights
An’ enjoy a citizen's rights.
What more Merry Christinas can you have!
We agree. . . .
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