Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 346, 24 December 1921 — Page 30

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 24. 1921

The Twins' Christmas It was on Christmas Eve and everything -was in silence. Tiny and Tot had gone to bed. Mother tucked the covers closely around her darling twin babies, who were then four years old. When suddenly sleigh bells -were heard in the distance; The children nwoko and the thought of Santa Claus came to their minds. Their parents had told them that Santa, never liked to find anyone awake when he came to visit them so they crawled under the covers. But Tot, who was Just like all other boys, always thinking of some mischief, tried to Persuade his little sister to peep. He whispered In her ear. "I'll bet he's dot long whiskers." "I'll bet he's bid and fat." The little girl made no reply. The lit-, tlfl fellow lay quietly for a few minutes and finally caught a few words that the little girl was say-in-; to herself. It was a prayer that her grandma had taught her. It was as follows: "Now I lay me down, Wre pray the Lord our souls to keep. If we should die before -we wake, We pray the Lord our souls to take. Tut little Jesus don't let us die for I know Santa will bring us something fine." This put Tot to thinking. They finally fell asleep again. The excitement was so great over the thought of Santa Claus being there lhin they rolled and tossed and tumbled 'til the sun began to shine in their eyes. They winked and blinked and rubbed their eyes and all at once they jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. All around the Christmas tree were so many toys that they scarcely knew which one to pick up first. A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all. Thelma Canan, grade Gb, Warner school.

HANDLE THE YULE LOG CAREFULLY It is an old custom to burn a huge log called the Yule Log, Christmas eve. The fireplace, then is the cener of all interest. In some placee the following old chant is sung as ihe log ig burning: "Wash your hands or else the fire Will not tend to your desire; Unwash'd hands, ye maidens, know, Dead the fire though ye blow."

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MR. MEADS CHRISTMAS GIFT

"There's a boy at the door, nil-," announced Jones, "who says he was sent here for Christmas dinner. I tried to send him away." Mr. Mead frowned. "Rend him in," he said. "I'll get rid of him all right." In can. a ragged boy, -with a roguish smile. "That guy at the door didn't know nothing," he said, beforo Mr. Mead could open his mouth. "I told him that the Friendly House give me this address and said you was one of the people that wanted to take a fellow in today for Christmas, and he thought I was crazy or fresh or somethin'. Honest, I think it's swell of you to do it, mister. Where'll I put my hat?" Mr. Mead looked at the boy in. aslonishment. It was, of course, a silly mistake. Mr. Mead was A Christmas Tree There was once a little Christmas tree. It lived in a green forest. It was a very happy tree. The birds came and eat on its branches and sang. The little tree was cut down and put in a room in the town. They put toys on the floor beside It and the children went to bed. The next morning the children woke up and said "A Merry Christmas, mother!" Baby eaid, "A Merry Christmas, father." Sister Helen said, "O, look, I have a doll." John said, "0, I have a donkey and a clown! Look what I have a ball!" They played all day long and they put the tree out on the back porch and the little tree wished that he was back in the forest,! wnere me mrus sai on us Drancnes and sang. Just then the big brother came and cut tiie tree up and set it afire and the children sat around the fire till it went out.. Alf red Abbott, age 10, grade 4B, Warner school. WORDS THAT ARE HIDING THIS WEEK Answers to the hidden words in this week's sentence piddle are: 1, star; 2, shepherds; 3, Judea; 4, stable; 5, oxen; 6, manger; 7, baby.

lined to spending Christmas all by himself, dining in state. No ragamuffin from the streets then Mr. Mead caught sight of the boy's appealing, friendiy brown eye.s, and -something queer happened to his heart, which really was like an old, shriveled-up apple. 'Tut it on the table," he said. Mr. Mead was sorry, almost as toon as he had said it. The boy put his hat down. Then they stood looking at each other. "I guess you don't know what to do with me," said the boy with that sunny smile. "Can you can you play chess?" asked Mr. Mead. "No, I cant, 'bvd I can learn," said the boy quickly. So the startled Jones was sent to get the chess board and men. The "ragamuffin" learned quickly, and as they played

SANTA PAYS A VISIT It was the night before Christmas and the stockings were hung before the fireplace. And all were in bed. When all of a sudden, a great noise was heard and all of the pcopie got up to see what the matter; was, when a man, all dressed in I red, appeared. When he saw the people, he sent them all to bed again so he could trim the tree. They all went back to bed again and slept soundly until morning. Then the children got up and the man in red had gone. But he left, oh, such wonderful good cheer for all! John William Lantz, grade 4B, Sevastopol school. One week after a rain, the sunbaked deserts of Australia are green with vegetation.

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Mr. Mead found out. many things about his orphan guest, v;l.o lived wiih an aunt in an already too full tenement. Time passed with such speed that Mr. Mead was astonished when Jones announced dinner. How that boy ate! Mr. Mead felt a warm glow as he watched. Funny, too, lie had never cared for boys before. The day passed lightning-like for both of them. "Well, I guess I'd better get along," said the boy, as darkness came on. " This was a swell Christmas present. Wish 1 could give you one. You're such a good scout." "I've been thinking," said Mr. Mead, slowly, "I I wonder how about giving me yourself for a Christmas gift?" Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Service,

On Christmas Eve When Christmas Eve comes With its star so bright, For the Child who came On that night, To turn the world to right. On Christmas Eve We always rejoice, But those who are poor And cannot rejoice, Can rejoice in the heart, If not in the Joys of others. But those who are rich And try to be glad, Perhaps cannot be, Without the Christ child's help, For he is glad. But those who are glad Can be Christians, But not without the help Of the greatest of Christians. On Christmas Eve We should reform, We should not ask our parents' leave, If they are wicked parents; But turn to Christ And be right. The Christ child Came on this night To turn the world to right. He who died on the cross for us, To teach the world not to fuss And fight. Loota Cox, Finley School. By Briggs

Missed Santa's Visit

j In a rude log house a century ago, Was iin open fireplace with flame I burning low. Where we hung our stockings all in a row. Early to bed we had to go, For it was Christmas Eve, mother said so. While the snow-flakes covered the ground last night. Jack Fiost painted the window white. We heard the icicles fall from the eaves And the howling wind blow through the trees. All we children were dreadfully sea red From the terrible cracking noise we heard. I heard a noiso at the thumb latch door, And footsteps across the squeaky floor. "It must be Santa, I will just take a peep, The rest of the family are all asleep." stick, I saw a dim light from a candleAnd the noise from the wall clock, tick, tick, tick. From 1he roof 1 heard bells and tramp of feet, I covered my head and fell asleep. I was awakened the next morning. And all I could hear, "A merry Christinas and Happy New Year." Our stockings were filled with candy and cake. It tasted like the kind that mother ! makes Molasses candy and pop corn balls, Hickory nuts and walnuts, enough for all. I got a pair of shoes with copper toes, A big rag doll wearing homespun clothes. John and Joe got a blue jean suit, A fur cap apiece and red top boots. I will never forget the chimney hearth, And the old log house, the place of my birth. Betty Kstello, Junior Hitch School. A Christmas Spirit Once upon a lime there was a little giil whose father was dead. Her mother was poor anil had to work. Mary had to do all the work and so did not go to school very often. Nancy, a little girl that lived next door wanted to make Mary happy, so she asked her mother if she could have Mary and her mother over for Christmas. Christmas Eve Nancy went over and got Mary and her mother. Nancy and Mary hung up their stockings by the fireplace and then went to bed. In the morning when they awoke there were a lot of toys, a toy piano, dishes, dolls, books and games. Their stockings were filled with nut.", and candies. When they went home they were very happy. That is showing a Christmas spirit. Agne.i Huber, Garfield school. SANTA PLEASE LOOK! As Santa makes his travels, we hope he will happen to see this letter that was received in the Junior Palladium office Monday: Dear Santa Claus: I am going to write and tell you what I want: a sled, a wagon and a football. And bring Danny a ball, a kiddie car and a dog that says Bow Bow. and other things. Good-bye. Alveron Brown. WANT ADS BICYCLE For sale; in good condition; will sell cheap. Call Howard Snyder, 115 S. Fifteenth St. BOY'S RUBBER BOOTS For sale; 10 or 12 years old size; in good condition; priced reasonable. Call 202 S. Pth St. BOY'S OVERCOAT-For sale; 12-year-old size; good condition. Call Charles V. Hodskin, 324 N. 19th St., or phone 3654. CLARINET B flat; for sale. Call 2020 North E St. WANTED Subscriptions to The American Boy magazine. Call Elizabeth McDonnell. Phone 1360.