Jasper County Democrat, Volume 23, Number 73, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 December 1920 — Page 8

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Best Christmas for a Boy

By DOUGLAS MALLOCH

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S ONE boy to another — for 1 have never gotten over being one, although I am getting as gray as a billy-goat around r the ears—l want to give It as my opinion that a Christmas anywhere but ] In the Country Is no j Chrlsttnas at all! . A city Christmas is a make-believe, a hollow

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Diuciwt.y. u ial.se alarm, un Imitation. I have tried both kinds, and so I know. A city Christmas hns all the tin and tinsel, and that is all. Ily the time you get as old and feel as young as I am, you find most of the plute worn off. Honestly, boys (and girls), I don’t think Suutu Clivus himself ever feels very nqicb at home except on a rural route! He has u mighty poor Job iu a big town, with flues Instead of chimneys, and everything. And It is hard to see where he gets room to turn « sjeigh and eight reindeer around, tiny reindeer though they may be. He'll be pretty certain to bump Into a hydrant or tip over on a curb. And with twenty families all using one flue (and, what is worse, a soft coal flue at that) how In the world is the most experienced Santa going to find which is Brown's and which is Smith’s, and where the Greens live? Even if he dared rap and ask (which no Santa Claus is ever supposed to do) nobody could tell him. For perhaps the Browns and the Smiths have never "met,” and the Greens might live across the hall for a month before anybody thought to Inquire their name.

For that Is one thing you don’t get much of in the city—neighbors. Sometimes when the woman across the road keeps running in Just when your mother is canning, or baking, or treating a shirt-bosom kindly but firmly with a flat-iron, your mother may almost wish that they weren’t quite so plentiful in the country—but she wouldn’t. She would miss them, just the same as you would miss having the same boys to play with year after year.

Ho* Bui Davsiports SAVE i“ — ■ SAVE a Room. SAVE Fuel for a Room. \'/ 1 PERMIT Renting a Room. / ALLOW Living in Smaller Quarters. PROVIDE Increased Accommodation in Present Quarters. ELIMINATE the Spare Room. SAVE Household Time and Labor. , / - SAVE Bedroom Equipment Expense. BORLAND BROTHERS

For In the city you ure always getting a fresh lot of playmates—end sometimes they are a mighty fresh lot. too. Of course therj are some good kids, also; but It always secttis that Just when you get to liking some fellow up the street or across the alley, the landlord boosts the rent and bis folks have to move, and you never see him aguln. He may move only from one side of the city to the other, hut It might as well be to another state. It Is flvfe or ten or twenty miles — miles of houses, no, miles of flats, and Btreetcar tracks, and railroads, and factories —and you never see him again or any of his folks. The boys you know this Christmas probably won’t be around at all next Christmas, If you live In the city. That Is a funny thing about city folks: they are always going somewhere and never getting anywhere. Why, even If the landlord didn’t raise the rent October 1 or May 1 or whenever the lease expires, they might move anyway 1 People who live In flats Instead of homes are always looking for something better and getting something worse. They have the most wonderful collection of rent receipts, but not a foot of ground, not a roof or rafter, they can call their own. Now, I don’t know what you think, but I think that every family ought to have a house of Its own, a house It lives in year after year. That is, of course, unless the father has some sort of Job that makes It necessary for him to move to some other town every other year or so. But ,it is a great thing to live In a home, not Just a house, and thut Is about the best place, and the only place, to have a Christmas. a real, sure-enough, honest-to-goodness Christmas. Most of you boys who live on the farm and In the small town have that kind of home, and I wonder If you know how lucky you are? Wouldn’t you hate to wake up Christmas morning and look at the ceiling and realize that someone else owned it, and then get up and go out in the front yard and realize that someone else owned that, too —why, you’d get so after awhile that, everything you saw, you would wonder who owned it!

I tell you, boys, it’s a great satisfaction to have a back yard and to know it’s yours, and that you .can invite people into it, or Invite people to stay out of it. Just as you please. Why, that is what brought the Pilgrim Fathers to America —they wanted a spot they could call their own. I don’t say that it was exactly a back yard they wanted, but what they wanted was some place they could play ball and no landlord of a king could come alone

THE TWICE-A-WEEK DEMOCRAT

and tell them to stop because they might break some of the royal win(lows. You know old King George did come along and try to make them stop —and you know what happened to the royal windows. Zara! And then there Is this matter of snow. You know some people don’t think It Is much of a Christmas without snow. Now, I know quite a lot about snow because I’ve been acquainted with a lot of it. I have tramped through It up In the Hudson Bay country, and I’ve wallowed around In It In the summertime on ton of the Rocky mountains. And I want to tell you that there Is a great difference In snow—that is, there is a great difference between country snow and city snow. We may not have snow this Christinas, but we’ll Just suppose we do. Isn’t a good, old lively snowstorm great? Perhaps it Is one of these lazy snowstorms, with the big, white flakes Just floating down like feathers and slowly turning the roads and roofs to white, like a coat of good white paint. Maying there will be enough of It to make good coasting on the hills and good sleighing on the roads. And, by the way, do you know there are boys in the big cities who have never seen a sleigh? Because a sleigh is getting to be a scarce article 1q the cities. You see, as soon as a little snow conies the street-cleaning department gets busy and sweeps it up, before It gets a chance to melt Into slush. In the country the winter wheat needs it, and the ground takes care of It. But in the city it Just means slop and slush. So they sweep it up and carry It away and uncover the ugly pavement us soon ns they can. But they let you keep your snow in the country. When a warm wind eomes along It will pack fine, and you can have your snow-men, and your snow forts, and your snowball battles. (Only please don’t use your artillery on older folks, or girls, or me.) Or perhaps this snowstorm is one of the blizzardy kind, with the wind zipping around the house and piling

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the snow up in the corners —why that kind of snow doesn’t seem to come down at all, but just goes slanting by until it runs up against something it can’t pass. I remember being on a night train one time; and when we woke up in the morning, and the train was running over the smooth prairies, a little girl from a big city in western Pennsylvania (I won’t tell you what city it was but maybe you can guess) exclaimed as she looked out of the window: “Look, Mammal The snow out here is white 1” I don’t need to say much about the Christmas dinner. But if you have your Christmas dinner in the country, the turkey perhaps is one your folks raised, or that was raised in the neighborhood—anyhow, it is pretty likely to be a native, and not a resident of a cold storage plant somewhere. Or maybe you’ll have a goose or a brace of chickens. Anyway, you’ll know their pedigree, and that they’re fresh and good. . • And it will,,be the same way all

down tb* Hn«—vegetables, and piss, and everything. And cooked !—cooked to a turn—Jnat tun* enough—Just abort enough—Just right. And you will more than likely have one thing that they won't hare at the Christina. dinner In the city, becauee you know the coat of living Ju.t now •a mighty high. In town eepectally, for both rich and poor. Ho yon will have one thing that the city boy probably will not huvi—Cnuugh! » So 1 could go tin and show yon a dozen other waye In which a Christum* In the country puta It nil over a Christmas In the cltv. but I am going to nteniioti Jnat one thing more: the Chrl-tniua tree. tis course they have Chrtettnaa trees tu the city. In New York tralnload* of theip eotne down every season from the Adlrouducka. and In Chicago boatloads come from Michigan’s upper peninsula. You can buy them for fifty cents or a dollur, and they make very g.icd Christmas trees Indeed. I don’t know what you think about this either—hut 1 have always thought that things I did myself and for myself were Just twice the fun of things I bought myself or hired myself. And I think that especially about a Chrlstmns tree. If you are fucky enough to be able to go out and pick your own tree, and chop It down, and bring It In—well, that’s what i call a real Christmas tree I Because that Is really and truly your Christmas tree. You selected It with your own eye and chopped It down with your own axe and brought It home with your own muscle. Tht* Christinas tree —that t» your Job: Bringing in the Tree. Father gets U»e turkey. Mother makes the pie— Each oue ha* n Christmas Job To do, and so have I. Sister strings the popcorn To decorate—but. gee! I have got the biggest Job — Bringing In the tree! Turkey Is Important. Pie and such are great, * Popcorn strings you have to hare / When you decorate. But I guess a Christmas •Christmas wouldn't be If you didn't have a boy Bringing In the tree!

A SAFE AND SANE CHRISTMAS

Societies ure being organized whose members are pledged against giving Christmas gifts outside their lmmedl ate families. Christmas giving has been overdone, and If the Intemperance can be checked In that way. well and good. But let us hojie the "reformers” will not try by legal enactment to Impose their views upon others. There are many things In thl9 life to be remedied, and most of them should he remedied without resort to legislation.—Tneoma (Wash.) Ledger.

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THE AMERICAN RED CROSS IN PEACE TIME

But for the work of American Red Cross agents to all regions of Poland during the last twelve months, hundreds o/ thousands of people In that tragic country today would be under tbs sod. victim, of hunger, disease and exposure. Tbs Job In Poland Is one of tremendous proportions and caanotbo abandoned for many months to corns. Hero ts s typical scene: A Red Crows worker “at the throttle” of a soup kitchen where hundreds of undernourished women sad children are fed dally.

POSTMAN TRUE SANTA CLAUS

Man With the Pack Keeps Cheerful Despite Hard Work Before and on Christmas Day. The postmnn’s Christmas Is anything but a holiday, as he Is forced to work harder on that day than on any other In the year. For about two weeks before Christmas he Is burdened by packages, letters and postcards, till It seems he can stand no more, yet on Christmas he must rush about the city from early morning until nightfall, often without a minute to rest. Despite the hard work he enjoys the day as much or more than any one. . lie Is brought Into close contact with the Christmas, spirit, and Is proud of his part In distributing Joy among so many. If while on his route carrying a bag -filled to the brim with holiday, mall he becomes discouraged, the feeling la often dispelled when he sees the Joy and happiness muni fested by some child or even grown person at being the recipient of some gift he brings. Usually, too. the persons he meets while on his rounds greet him with a

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cheerful "Merry Christmas," making him forget Ids discontentment at being forc«‘d to go without hi* usual Christdiiim dinner, or being at home with his family and watching his children frolic around the Christmas tree. The name of Santa Claus Is appropriate for the postmuu. Many gifts, especially from out of tow a, reach-' their destination through his bands, and although It is not recognized In many cases, be is the real substitute for the mythological St. Nicholas. Many strange articles find their way Into the postman’s bag during C'e holiday season. Neckties and small pieces of wearing apparel seem to be most numerous, although children’s toys are also delivered In large numbers. This Is a brief description of the postman's Christmas. It Is true he has not much time for enjoying the holiday except at night when be Is too tired to fee! the real Christmas spirit to any great extent. However, let every one try to brighten his day by at least wishing him a “Merry Christinas" when we meet him on his route.

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