Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 51, Number 15, Jasper, Dubois County, 25 December 1908 — Page 1

K53 . 'Y. aurirr Vol. 51. Jasper, Indiana, Friday, December 25, 1008. No. 15.

A Christmas Story.

Fnrmorlv hfi was nssopintfid with some maiden ladies in TL -! T TT4 -5-

Imovement to make life happier for those chikh-en whose X lie 1311 L X JLIvXii L VJCL 'nnrnnrc nnnnnf. nfTnvrl to lnnfi t.hfi stnp.kinfTS with marsh-

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Christmas is one or me large crimson uays oi me caien- manows ana in Deris, rhr but the day before Christmas is pretty sizable, too. One year ago the ladies at the mission deceided to have Blodgett found that it was too much for him. ;a Christmas tree and Mr. Metcalf, having been their faith Just think, on this day whose hours marked the ap-'ful co-laborer, , was prevailed upon to play Santa Claus, nr inch of that season of home made punch and comparing Mr. Metcalf lived to make others happy, and he was only of presents, Blodgett was attempting to induce acquaint- to glad of this chance to spill sunshine into the darkened

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A Christmas Poem by Peter McArthur Copyright, 1904. by I'otor Mi-Arthur

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W h'U 00 yOU Lniniv Ol a man wnu wuuiu attempt lu in- ruoi, ne actuicu a iui uvciwui. juvm ti iuuh hw x-' j f,i . .'ivitm'.tole machine into the period of Christmas the stock yards and then he bought a cap at his own ex- .v'V i:

'Uieuoe, misiieioe, nony, estuund, nuts pense anu uurroweu a. u aim u ucus nuiuanvuijf oiav,

He went about the preparations in a glow of entnusiam

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AV presents by ihe dozen. Meant to maKjt my Christmas Had. From each uncle, aum and cousin "Best a fcllotv e-Ocr had. There's a feepsaKe from my mother, Father sent a checK.-and yet I am thinK.tnjf of another -

Of the one 1 didn't

jattimz and things; Une ot tne maiaen lacues&c tne mission oougnu uie oiuaa rrr, ,d to cross the street. Heran into a red Claus wig and whiskers from a dealer in masquerade cos- IMxI&A ÜHZZ?t ZYCIZhuL

' A over a bale of evergreen. A tin mouse tumes. , . i 1 '4 t ) There's a tie. ai i reds and .

.. . . ,i Afn vi W cfrinnr nr a impiifnrvRus em Hmv r. ip. wans a a enroner to unemission ii au oiui&uaas fÄfea

I 1 U ' 111 UUUIUVI U"'t) " - " ' -'-7 . ' C3 UnLetween his leffJ.. He saw a rubber baloon, shaped eve! Some of the tots were 18 or 20 years old and came offpc Mice T?ncVi who was the movinßf

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thp hack )V a liorse a large tin nuisu, cciiiieu uv ci wu- eiset upencu. . l mnn whose hat had been jolted forward by the elbow of a Mr. Metcalf was in the back room, completing his make !vlow woman whose hat had been jolted forward by the up, with the assistance of three fussy women. ihe c nl-1 i.lhow of a sallow woman who looked like a hall tree hung dren had been told that "Santa" was coming, and they f, with wreaths were in such turbulent expectancy that the prayer, the k Bl dgett observed that Jhe Hn horse which had hit him scripture, reading and the opening addess by Miss Rush in the back was entirely without blanket or other covering mace no in region on the buzzing, fidgeting crowd.

while the tin wagon to wmun tne zm nurse ,ai ugiuiy ul- j.miihu.v uiu mumcm. woun,. j. ...... tiched was bundled and wrapped in tissue paper. It oc- was supposed to be a lively march on the organ and Mr. curred'to him that it would be more humane to wrap the MetcrJf pranced in, swaddled and padded beyond recogmThere yellow candy marked The girls screeched with delight. The boys laughen "8 cents a pound" and beyond it a show window full of derisively, and said: "Aw, we knew who that is. white mountains Mr. Metcalf paddled around the tile and shook hand. Blodgett found himself blocked in the crowd. with the maiden ladies, who "ere compelled to titter ai A bov eating sugared popcorn out of a big pasteboard hide their faces, he acced ine part so weil. lÄ ffirli lie crowd and his head struck Thus encouraged, Mr. Metcalf ( ost tor tne time oemg

Blodffett m the short ribs in the part of Santa Ulaus) thougnt it wouin oe a preLu The noisiest and most unmusical brass band in the world condescension on his pprt to shake hands with the httk began to play. The babies were yelping, and tne curb-girls. He did sc, and they appeared to bivroiy stone fakers kept up their hoarse shouting. flattered ard somewhat awed. , , Blodgett escaped the crowding into the gutter a Wue "Come over here and shake hands with us, too -lei; and frosr.ed Ital an who held afof t a polka-dot monkey the jboys standing on their side of he noise. M. with a tresticulatinir tail. calf's soul was bubbling with good will tc n-en. . G iu , WtotBett for all these? He was promoting see all the little :boys, ' said he through the f , n hnttnn-holP mochine suming the gruff tone peculiar to Santa U3us. A pool Bv eellent dodging through the multitude he reached little waif, weighing about 160. pounds, seized Santa Claus the Lading in whifh lorris Sad an office. by the hand an3 dragged him in to .the mob of boys a, Wherefe Morris?" he asked. , , iJ Äts

"St. raul. to spena unnstmas, repneu me uuy, as ncuva a tnau iw- , laid h s new muMer out on the desk and proceeded to fold Rush stood up and screamed Santa Claus struggled to tUU lllö new Hiuiire rML i. nnn rn0iurtf u;0 aM- fr of1 fn peMnp. hilt thß bOVS f OÜOW ICl him.

it trom corner to corner, oo jdioucui wem, tu sec auiuuuhs iCu cnw 1 , utfi it, iLUin wiuci w wvinv . t, Viaeo.-l Vii'r a 1 nrnnnri t hft ..ree. and then llttie

Ät waas at the 'phone, talking. Make that a half- Scandinavian boy, who had been laughing at the frolic dozen of 'the quarts? tnen," he was saying. "Don't forget until his face was wet with tears, stuck out his foot and

the 'Sherry, eitler, öay, will i na any rum, n: XiÄrfYwB h,H hi: one corner of the low ros

rrrTTalfe two :-;S who had beenchas

think two boxes wouia De plenty, ah ngiiu uu u-uy. ihk - "iy -" r'rr: ; nvnonfnhinn nf the tt ii Ti.ji iLn Thp chnw wjis hevona the wi lest expectations oi tne

..!2-fi , f,w t WQfr children. All' the little erirls were standing on the chairs,

B; r r r r r-r went the telephone bell. dapping their hands hysterically, while the boys were m-i-i-t-r-i-r wenu ine leiepnont; ueii. ,r:. onntov in H-o ihs. nnd how ncr with enthu-

"Excuse me a moment, 'neuoi les. vn, it & yyu, puuuuiugv aX mann lÖHip Ipd Metcalf Bill v. What's that? Rats! You've got to come. I'vesiasm. Two of .the frightened ma den ladies lectAietcaix Jlu , f ;2,flFvnrc fhnt? pSfninlv nnt. Just hack to the back room. He had a bump on his head, his

of Ins slims was oarKeu ior a

$2Ü

f fellobu.

m toil I send;

There's a tie. all reds and yellotos.

From a Kirf tvho calls me friend.

S?ou tuould thinK. me far from slighted If you sabu them all- and yet. J confess. I'm most delighted

With the one I didn't Jet.

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Utas ready.

before t

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CHE told me it

She'd .prepared it long

I'd been catling on her steady For at least a year or more. She told me all about if, jnd her eyes Ufith tears tvere And I'm happy. nc-Oer doubt it. For that gift I didn't get.

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A Girl Who Call Mo FritnJ

Nursery Rhyme.

TCnrJtrtv. hark! Old doc Tray

Took to his paws nml ran awny Over tho hilltops fresh and green.

And since then ho's not uoen seen. Barkety. barltt Old tlos: Tray,

Pleaso come hack to your notno om

day. -Cincinnati Commercial Tribune.

jUT7? attitude tu as altered A When I called on her last night. Hut my tale of lo-Oe I faltered. 'jnd J guess J did it right. And this little rhyme is turitten 'Cause I'm full of Joy you bet I For a frosty little mitten Was the gift I didn't get.

oasuring htm. Cholly Doctor, tell mo th worst. Am I suffering from a braia Btorm ? Iiis Phvsiciau Calm yourself.

I my denr fellow. You have soma oi ' tho symptoms, but tho condition j are totally lacking. Boston Transcript. j Infalliblt Sign. i "That man," said the great d - tcetive, "is evidently a genius." "Why do you think bo?" queried i the ordinary person. "Tho frince is berinninsr to form

on the bottom of his troueer," explained the G. D. Chicago New. A Daking Hint. If von want a perfectly round cake "that will rise high without running over nnd bake perfectly, try baking it in an iron spider. The thickness of the iron prevents the cake from burning on the bottom.

Nailed to a Goose's Egg.

A ITuncrarian blacksmith recently 3

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.n-nt- s n nmcnnl t n t in nninprnr nt

hile the festivities Weilt Oll in Austria a horseshoe, a pair of pinch-

in fho cmn II rnnm nnd bled into ,rc n filo mid a knife, all in-

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peniously nailed to n goose a egg (

vnn ahnun somecmne"

"Ä a moment, Freddie, did you take that or-" Uas the men-iest Christmas those rW nvpv to RHpk'c;? had ever known, but it enled the career ot Mi. Metcaii h ft ld mcM and 30 ducata

4,Yes, sir," replied the boy. "üe saia ne wouia sena in tne part ui ocuica umuo. CoilfUIinD.

IIIC UCIU1JU11U UJ OHIO ailtuiuuiii "All right: What did you do with that bottle that came this morning?" UTi., ,lr,lr It

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Don't Speak to Your Horte. . ......4- nfnr.ir.fK' rnwtril

J Mrfnnnanco and the voioc be never

U5QUjue nurse uui-a iiwi. ui.uvtstand your words, and if you are nngry vour tones will only further disconr'erl him while if you aro ofnrnnllv talkinü to him vou simply

render him careless and inattentive.

Caress the spot you liavo jusc anI ricc nil Tl nr ihink that ho under-

"Look at my Christmas, present, Blodgett, a silver flask and two cups. It was filled, too. Try it: l'ye-got just time enough to take a drink and then I've got to go to the train ancl meet my sister-in-law. Shel arfmy wife aie going up to Dubois to spend ChristhiaS. " "It's no need to talk to him," said Blodgett, as he left tl e building. "He'll drink himself to death before Saturday morning." He went to Richard's office and found Richard trying on a Santa Claus wig and mask, under the direction of a young lady stenographer. Blodgett did not have the audacity to mention buttonhole machine. He went into Newton street and was pursued by an express wagon. . A fnHAi.;.iy Irl won fvi'nrl fn coll him n RnwfiiiQf.nnllt.nnr.

had two faces, so that there could not be any wrong side L iL.

tu lt. i Blodgett went to his hotel. The clerk said: "Go up to Philip's room. They're making eggnog. ' ' And that was the end of his day's labor on behalf of the the buttonhole machine. Kris Kringle may come to brighten life for the waifs, but Mr. Metcalf will not play the part. Mr. Metcalf is a young humanitarian, with a thin neck and translucent ears,

' TAKING HOME THE CIIEISTMAS TBEE.

Outlato (returulnt: to his hotel at j.

m. anil inhtaUnK ula roonn ijooti

pnt'ioiH. 1 must l'i Hi uiM airt-auyi

Ucro uro my focL-rele Meie.

Coincidences. Fir.4 Stranger (on railway train Sellin' Professor

Blank's new book' arc you ? Strnngc coincidence! I am Professor Blank. -

Second Stranger- Thnt soThen you wrote the very hook I am

agent forr "Yes. The hardest work-

did was writing that book.

'Well, well! That ä nnolhei

strange coincidence. rl He liniue!

work I ever üiü was trying tu &uw it." Now York Weekly.

fc ctn ml a nut on the neck as reward

for Bomctliing he has just dono with his hind quarters. Go direct to the epot, and where two parts hare been addreod caress them both, as in backing, the hind quarters and the sides where the legs came, etc. and do the Fame thing in bitting. Do not pat the neck if you asked aim to eld his jaw. "Don't reward von r daughter for your sn'a guocps'sful geography lesson" -that i tho idea in a nutshell. I'rom "Directing the Saddle Horse," by V. M. Ware, in Outing Magazine.

i Corruption of Namet. I The iioivo of Applecros?, the old Rops-slure i-cal of the Maokenzios, in a modern corruption of Abercro- , Ban, meaning "nt the mouth of tho

Croan." the little river which tlioro ilows into the Atlantic. Tho names of many places in Scotland have xtnilorgoiK! change? as curious and confusing. The thousands of traveler? who weeklv alight at the fine station of St. Kiioeh, in Glasgow (called ufter the neighboring church), no doubt identify the name in some vnMie wuv with the patriarch Knoch, mentioned in an early chapter of Genesis. It is really a corrupted form of St. Thenog, or Ihe-

ever ,,nw, who was the mother oi ivenu- ........ nincrmn'' firs! bishoi) and pa

tron saint and who is the subject of as quaint a legend as any to bo found in mediaeval sacred history.

Modern Society.

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