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ONT be cross, uncle!" said the nephew. “What else can I be." returned the uncle, “when I in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas! Out u;>»u merry Christmas! What's Christmas time to you but a

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time for payinc bills wtthput money; a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every Item in 'em through a round dosen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will.’* said Scrooge indignantly, “every Idiot who goes about ntlth ‘Merry Christmas’ on his Ups should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a Make of holly run through his heart. He should!" —Christmas Carol. Stave 1. .ess The noise Ln this room was perfectly tumultuous, for there were more children there than Scrooge. In his agitated Mate of mind, could count; and. unlike the celebrated herd tn the poem, they were not forty children conducting themselves like one, but every child was conducting himself like forty. The consequences were uproarious beyond belief; but no one seemed to eare; on the contrary, the mother and daughter laughed heartily, and enjoyed It very much; and the latter, aeon beginning to mingle In the sports, got pillaged by the young brigands most ruthlessly. What would I not have given to be one of them! Though I never could have been so rude, no, no! 1 wouldn't for the wealth of all the world have crushed that braided hair, and torn It down; and for the precious little shoe. 1 wouldn't have plucked It off. God bless- my soul! to save my life. As to measuring her waist tn sport. as they did. bold young brood, I couldn’t have done It; 1 should have expected my arm to have grown round It for a punishment, and never come straight again. And yet I should have dearly liked. I own. to have touched her lipa, to have questioned her. that she might have opened them; to have looked upon the lashee of her downcast eyes, and never raised a blush; to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which would be a keepsake beyond price; tn short I should have liked. I do confess, to have had the lightest license of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value. But now a knocking at the door was heard, and such a rash Immediately ensued that she. with laughing face and plundered dress, was borne tow ard It In the center of a flushed and boisterous group, just In time to greet the father, who came borne attended by a man laden with Christmas toys and prevent*. Then the shouting and the struggling, and the onslaught that was made on the defenceless porter! JThe scaling hlih. with chairs for ladders, to dive Into his pockets, despoil him of brown-paper parcels, hold on tight by bls cravat, hug him round the neck, pommel bls back, and kick his legs In Irrepressible affection. The shouts of wonder and delight with which the development of every package was received! The terrible announcement that the baby had been taken in the act of putting a doll's frying pan Into

The “Modem” Girl as Seen in 1868

The modem girt is a U suture who tree her %alr and paints her face as the flrat article of her raliglon. Who* sole purpose of life 1* plenty of fan and luxury <pd who* drew to the object of sack tmmght and intellect she possess**. Her main endeavor In this to to outvie bar nslgbbon in extravagance. With parity of taste she tos tort •too that far more precious purity and ■

his mouth, and was more than suspected of having swallowed a fictitious turkey, glued on a wooden platter! The immense relief of finding this a false alarm ’. The joy, and gratitude, and ecstasy ! They are all indescribable alike. It is enough that, by degrees, the children and their emotions got out of the parlor, and, by one stair at a time, up to the top of the bouse, where they went to bed. and so subsided.—Christmas Carol, Stave 2. • • • Oh, a wonderful pudding. Bob Cratchit said, and calmly, too. that he regarded It, as the greatest success achieved by lira Cratchit since their marrliute- Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it. but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratehit would have blushed to hint at such a thing. At last the dinner was all done, the doth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the Are made up. The compound In the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovel full of chestnuts on the Ira. Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth, tn what Bob ('ratchit called a circle, meaning half a one: and at Bob ('ratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass, two tumblers and a custard-cup without a handle. These held the hot stuff from the jug. however. a* well as golden goblets would have done; and Rob served It out with beaming looks, while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily Thon Bob proposed: “A merry Christmas to us all. my dears. God bless us." Which all the family re-echoed. “God bless us every one!” said Tiny' Tim, the hist of all.—Christmas Carol, Stave 3. • • • T don't know what day of the month it la" Mid Scrooge; “I don't know how long I have been among the spirits. I don't know anything. I'm quite a baby. Never mind. I don't care. I’d rather be a baby. Hallo! Whoop! Hallo here!" He was checked In his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard. Clash, clash, hammer; ding, dong, bell. Bell, dong, ding; hammer, dang, dash! Oh. glorious! glorious! Running to the window, be opened It. and put out his head. No fog. no mist; dear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; golden sunlight; heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry'beHa Oh. glorious! Glorious! “What's today?" cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him. “EhF returned the boy. with all tils might of wonder. “What's today, my fine fellow?" said Scrooge. Today!" replied the boy. "Why, Christmas day." “It’s Christmas day!" said Scrooge to himself. T haven't missed IL The spirits have done ft an . . - - . -

delicacy of perception which sosnetimes more than appears on the earface. The modern girl has done away wtth such moral muffi shires as consideration tor others. er regard tor counsel or rebuke It was an very well to the cM-tosh-lened times when fathers and mothers had some authority and were treated with rtnpr-a. to be tutored and made

to c but she to far too fast and fioui g to be stopped in mid-career by tiK . e slow old morals. It leads to alaag. bold talk end fastness. uaeleasDess at home, dissatisfaction wtth the of ordinary Ufa, and horror of all useful work.— From ton Saturday Review of 1888 L JHrr ArocMfuMiy Talk about the freedom of the tiaras! "Undies," sflk stockings and nighties are washed and bung flutter-

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in one night They can do anything they like. Os course, they can. Os course, they can. Hallo, my fine fellow!" “Hallo!" returned the boy., “Do you kuow the ponderer's. In the next street but one, at the cornets?" Scrooge Inquired. T should hope I did,” replied the lad. “An Intelligent boy!” said Scrooge. “A remarkable boy I Do you know whether they’ve sold the prise turkey that was hanging up there? — Not the little prise turkey, the big one?" “What, the one as big as me?” returned the boy. “What a delightful boy!” said Scrooge. “It'S a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, my buck!" “It’s hanging there now.” replied the boy. Ts it?" said Scrooge. "Go and buy It.” “Walker !’* exclaimed the boy. “No. no,” said Scrooge, “I am in earnest. Go and buy IL and tell ’em to bring It here, that I may give them the directions where to take it Come back with the man. and Hl give you a shilling. Come back with him In less than five minutes and I’ll give half-a-crown!” The boy was off like a shot. He must have had a steady hand at a trigger who could have got a shot off half so fast “I'll send it to Bob Crachit*s.’’ whispered Scrooge, rubbing his hands and splitting with a laugh. “He shan't know who sends It. It’s twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending it to Bob's will be !" The hand In which he wrote the address was not a steady one; but write It he did. somehow and went down stairs to open the street door, ready for the coming of the poulterer's man. As he stood there, waiting his arrival, the knocker caught his eye. | T shall love It as long as I live!" cried Scrooge, patting It with his hand. T scarcely ever looked at It before. What an honest expression tt has in Its face! it's a wonderful knocker!—Here's the turkey. Hallo! Whoop! How are you! Merry Christmas!" It was a turkey! He never could have stood ui>ou his legs, that bird. He would have snapped ’em short off In a minute, like sticks of sealing wax ' - "Why, It's impossible to carry that to Camden Town," said Scrooge. “You must have a cab.” The chuckle with which he said this, and the chuckle with which he paid for the turkey, and the chuckle with which be paid for the cab. and the chuckle with which be recompensed the boy. were only to be exceeded by the chuckle with which be Mt down breathless In his chair again, and chuckled till he cried. Shaving was not an easy task, for his hand continued to shake very much; and shaving requires attention, even when you don’t dance while you are at IL But if he bad cut the end of hts nose off. he would have put a piece of sticking-plaster over it and been quite satisfied. He dressed himself “all in his best" and at last got out into the streets. The people were by this time pouring forth, as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas Present; and walk Ing with his hands behind him. Scrooge regarded every one with a delighted smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant. In a word, three or four good-humored fellows said, “Good morning, sir! A merry Christmas to you!" And Scrooge said often afterward, that of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the blitbest In bls earn

ing on a line right over Broadway tn New York, where thousands may—and do—see every night of the week. Crowds are talking about It The “world’s largest electric washer" operates vigorously, the lid flies open, articles of apparel hop out and run through a wringer and then miraculously fly up and pin themselves in a row on a line, flapping In the breese —*ll to electric light from 2,600 little winking lamps. It Is one of the most Intricate and arresting electric sign* blase Broadway has ever seen.

Has Two Billion Candle Power ■■ ***«««» BSJ^JWBha.rfl An army sergeaut explalalng the works of the army's new two-billlon-candle-power searchlight, on exhibition at the Electrical and Industrial show at Grand Central palace. New lock. The light is the largest of Its kind in the world. It has an intensity eighty times greater than all the lights of New York’s Great White Way combined. Society Couple Are in Law’s Net ■■ A

Complex Love Tangle Involves Beautiful Woman and Former Captain. San Francisco. — A complex love tangle involving a beautiful and soctally prominent New York woman and a former captain in the Italian army, was swept Into a government net when the couple, who had been living In San Francisco since the middle of October, were arrested under the Mann act. The woman Is Mrs. Isabel Walkup Burch, the wife of Lyndon Walkup Burch, grandson of the late Rt. Rev. Charles Sumner Burch, former Protestant Episcopal bishop of New York. Her partner is Capt. Analdo Marson, who served for several years in the Italian army. Government operatives brought them before Federal Commissioner Krull. Man Held; Woman Freed. The commissioner ordered Captain Marson held under $5,000 bonds and released Mrs. Burch on her*own recognizance, subject to government call. The arrest, according to stories the pair told, followed complaint to the federal authorities in New York by Mrs. Burch's husband, who lives at Hastlngs-on-Hudson, and who Implored his wife not to leave her home anti children at the time she left with the Italian captain. Captain Marson is married to the mother of the husband with whose wife be eloped. Mrs. Grace Burch Walkup Marson of Yonkers. N. Y. " According to his story to the commissioner he fell In love with his stepson’s wife two years ago. Captain Marson gave his age as thirty-eight and that of Mrs. Burch as twentyseven. Her maiderr name was Keyes. Both her family and that of her husband are recorded In the social register. Capt. Analdo Marson and Mrs. Isa- . bel Walkup Burch disappeared at the I same time from New York on October 2 last. Since that time an exhaustive search was made by relatives of the pair. Captain Marson. who was the stepfather of Mrs. Burch’s husband, had ] been on friendly terms with the fam- j lly. but previous to their disappear- j ance there was no indication of scandal. When they dropped from sight they left no note of explanation. Mrs. Burch left behind an invalid son. aged five, and a baby girt, nine months old. The troubles of the Burches are of long standing. Mrs. Marson had married Mr. Walkup at an early age. but marital troubles arose after a few years and she won a divorce and custody of her son. Lyndon Walkup, who then adoptetd the name of hla grandfather. Mrs. Walkup took up war relief work. In the course of which she made a trip to Salonlki in 1919, when she met Captain Marson. He was a gallant Italian, some years younger thnn she. When she returned to America he followed. They were quietly married In Connecticut. The wedding proved a blow to the bishop, who was saddened

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gay Shelley and Keats Were Also Canned and They May Emulate Those Writers. Lake Forest HL—“Well, Shelley and Keats were canned, and they lived to write many an ode—and so will we.” Which was the parting shot of Harold Trounseil, twenty-one. and Carl Ek, twenty-three, as they walked arm in arm, in disgrace, so to speak, off the campus at Lake Forest college. They had been expelled and given Just 24 hours to clear out for they had been caught with gin and girls in their rooms in Blackstone toll. They were leaving, they said, tor New York, but what tn do they couldn’t say—except probably to emulate Shelley and Keats—although they didn’t say anything about heading for Italvf, Bk leaves the college literati flat tor be was known at the school as

by the remarriage of his daughter after she had obtained a divorce. The bishop died in 1920 without ever giving formal expression to his feelings concerning his daughter's /second match. / Lyndon Walkup Burch had been married for several years to the beautiful Isabel Keyes and was leading a life of what appeared to be bliss even after his mother’s second matrimonial venture. There was no dissension between the two families until Captain Marson and Mrs. Burch disappeared. Walks Out of Court Philadelphia.—A few minutes before a jury returned a verdict convicting him of having received stolen goods, Frank O’Konghly walked out of Judge Joseph P. McCullen’s court and disappeared.

Biggest on the Pacific Coast I ' —X I \ / tf’Wr" - \ / ? * 0 «2 1 sll WFkPiWll’ll Eli! IBwmlil ttiPr \ / \ r-=#Z tbi«b*>i fl Em Si W ! ffl® 2jh wii rassjMjix* h»« bimi ji i i Largest office building on the Pacific coast is this thirty-story Russ building just erected in San Francisco. It cost more than $8,000,000 and is owned by about a thousand stockholders. The land on which It stands win bought by I. CL C. Russ In 1847 for $37.50, and Is now valued at $2,500,000. From 1862 to 1906 the site was occupied by the Russ house, famous old-time hotel. a .

— the “H. L. Mencken of the Campus.” Trounseil likewise leaves a bole, for he was no less a personage than president of the sophomore class. Their story is a sorry one; as Ek brightly remarked before leaving: "It might be called the sad tale of a flat tire.” Trounseil is h big youth from Iron Mountain, Mich. Ek. more slight and pale, is from Goshen, N. Y. “Last night” Ek said, "Trounseil and I borrowed an automobile for a date wtth two of the Lake Forest —town, not college—girls. We started driving and right away got a flat tire. "Well, there was no place to take the girls, so we brought them here to our rooms in Blackstone toll. We didn’t sneak in, mind you, we walked ‘right to.” “Yea," interposed Trounseil. He* doubled his fist, the fist of a man from the iron country. *Td like to know the dog who snitched, I would!"

I I !»■>♦*! II UM IM II 11 I Illi. ;• ‘-1 Fortune Awaits Mother •; ; Bearing Most Children 11 • • Toronto, Ont —To the woman ‘ ’ " 1 in the province of Ontario, Can- • • ;; ada, who produces the most 1» II children between now and Oc- • • ’ tober 31, 1935, the will of the 1 ’ «• late Charles Vance Miller, ” ;; sportsman of Toronto, leaves • • - $2,000,000. :; .. Miller caused a furor In pro- • ■ ;; fessional and sporting circles by " ’ .. naming three of his bitterest ; ’ ; • enemies in racing, all ministers, ■ • • as joint beneficiaries in $25,000 ;; »'* worth of stock in the Ontario •• • • Jockey club, on condition that 11 • they retain the stock 25 years • ’ ; ’ and draw dividends. ', T l-M .i|ul-M.|.M I| 11 1 I l-l Illi |‘ ► Texas Skies Offer New Effect in Photography San Antonio, Texas. — Discovery that Vhe cumulous clouds of south central Texas act as a remarkable photographic filter that gives soft and beautiful effects for motion pictures, has resulted in successful experiments whereby the skies are now being used as the principal background for two big feature productions. The value of backlighted clouds, commonly known as clouds with a silver lining, was first brought into prominence by Director Victor Fleming and Cameraman James Howe of “The Rough Riders,” and is now being used to a revolutionary extent in “Wings.” J, H. Jarboe of the United States weather bureau explained that the' white, fleecy Texas clouds register on film while the California clouds scarcely do at all. because the former have less moisture and therefore less density, permitting the sun’s rays to penetrate. Father, 90, See# Son, 50, First Time Outside Jail Palermo, Sicily.—-Father and son, aged ninety and fifty respectively, who had never seen each other, have met for the first time. The meeting was coincident with their release from prison. Fifty years ago, a peasant from the interior of Sicily was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder. He was told that on the same day his wife had given birth to a son. / When the convict’s son was twenty, he learned that his father had been convicted on the false testimony of two witnesses. These the son promptly waylaid and shot. For th(s crime the son was sentenced to 30 years’ penal servitude. On the day of the son’s release the father received a pardon and for the first time father and son met and embraced.

He referred to the fact that while he and Ek and their fair companions were drinking and dancing one of the other men students in that section of Blackstone hall went to Garrett H. Leverton, dean of men, and reported it / In response to the “snitch" Dean Leverton entered. And that was why Ek on leaving delivered himself about Shelley and Keats. “Yes,” he said, "they were kicked out of school, too ” Lake Forest college is a co-educa-tionai school. It has about 350 students. Electric Fish Princeton, N. J.— A fish that shoots out 50 vilts of electricity from its eyes has peen found off the Atlantic coast by biologists of Princeton university. It| Is the astroscopua, or star gaser. The electrical discharge la its protection against other fish. The first steamship to cross the Atlantic was the Savannah of America.