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Christmas Gifts to MAKE

IITHEII a board or a heavy ! piece of cardboard will do. ' Thia should be about I Inches wide. The top and bottom of the board ahould I be cut a little curved, as the ■ picture shows. Now print | very twatly the articles you wish to Includt-—sugar. Innl.

butter. eggs. coffee tea, lemons. extrac ts, spiees_r Ice. flour or whatever else Mother may need in the way of 8 U p plies for making, the dally meals. When she. receives her Christi.iias gift, she Van hang It in tin; s klti'hen. and when ever she runs out of oho of those article*, she can

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stk'k a pin beside Its name on the board, and not forget to order II This also cap be made out of hoard dr cardboard, cut a little family at top and bottom. It can be made to hang, on rhe' Wall of to stand bn a desk, A sheet of paper cut round like a clock face with numbers neatly printed on it, must be pasted in the

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center of the board. Then from lighter cardboard or thin pieces of metal, two hands, a little one and a big one. must be fastened through the- middle of the clock face with brass fasteners or a pivot, and when baddy- has an appointment at a certain time he will move the hands to that time on bls clock so he surely won t forget to keep It. . A block of white paper, either ruled or plain, a pair of scissors and a " ruler ate all you

need to make many of these books for those you love. Cut one sheet that measures three and one-h a I f i n« h e s wide ami eight inches long. Then with this for a measure cut twelve more exactly like it. Fold them in the middle and make a cover of colored paper In which to ,enelii-.e

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them. Then punch two holes where they are folded and fasten the sheets together with brass fasteners. Print the letters of the alphabet, one letter lb the right hand corner of each (»age. and you will have a neat line indexed address hook. ’ IJS. ISM. Wt»tern N»w«t>«r>er Vnton >

Guests Out of the Sky, Mother Cary’s Christinas

OTHER" CARY was the litjTvl tie woman who lived all alone on the prairie raising bees. This year the snow was deep and bard-crusted. She war. lucky to do the essential chores about the place and It surely seemed she would spend Christmas , alone. Cheerful soul that she was. she decided to pretend she was going to have a guesj. At noon a good dinner was ready, a cheerful fire was burning in her fireplace when suddenly she heard the whirr of an airplane . stopped. She ran to the window in j time to see a forced landing altnosUatb«r very door. i The man and woman In the plane

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CHRISTMAS IN AH I f AIRIER j J Hplen Gaisford eISTHEIt MARTIN felt cheat •<■<]. Here she was on her first trip by air—-at Christinas timer - and she couldn’t S 0 enjoy it at all! Os course, jjg she had to admit to herself, pST Fred Harrington was probable as surprised as she wax. If he had seen her. At least he didn’t know that she had seen him. She hud been in her seat when she noticed him entering the air liner and never since had her face been tnrned from the window. That wouldn’t have been So bad if she' could have seen the earth and watched the rivers and farms as they skimmed swiftly along, bur with this snowstorm raging! . • - She lifted her vanity case for the tenth time and under pretext of ar‘’ranging her hair carefully surveyed

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the man two seats back across the aisle. He was still absorbed, apparently, |n his magazine. That was what site had expected, and she would have dreaded meeting his glance, yet she pursed her lips in discontent. She lowered the glass and again looked out of the window, trying to cheer herself with the prospect of Christmas. Christmas without Fred! Against her longing to go to him. tc talk to him. was her pride One wu*, proud in . love. She tilted her chin higher, hut could not keep the tears from her eyes. IThe other passengers wer«j chatting gayly, exuberant with holiday plans Suddenly there came a hush. Tl)« i ship was going down, slowly gliding earthward. Tensely they watched the land seemingly come up to meet them, and then as the ship struck am) Jolted over the rough ground a woman screamed. involuntarily Esther looked back and into the eyes of Fred Harrington. “Oh. Fred!" she said, and he caught her to him. , “My dear” he whispered. ”My dear!” After a bit they Joined the excited group about the pilot. “Couldn’t take

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a chance In Hits blizzani." he was saying.' “s<> .e di >pped a flare. We ll have to all stick by the ship till it dears up. A man wouldn't get far In this storm.” “You mean,” Esther asked, “we’ll have to spend Christmas here?’ “Possibly.” "Oh. w*ll," said Fred, “what doe® It matter? I think we’ll have a very merry Christmas — now — together — don’t you?" And Esther., understanding, smiled and answer, d. "V, ry." ‘ 08. t»J». Welirtern N’.TiMMt CaUnV

were safe and when they cnme to. the door, she knew them at once from pictures tn the papers. "It's lucky for you to land safely and lucky I was childish enough to pretend Come in. yc-r Chris'- ts dinner's ready?* A grateful pair they were and Mother Cary a happy tittle old lady. She hat never tired telling the story cf how she expected a guest and two came out n f the sky—for Christmas. —Nonl Ciack Bailey. <fi. IMS. Western Newapapar Union.! Santa Claws Everywhere — Apparently Santa Ciaus breaks down the ancient rale that a person cannot be in two places at one time.

The TIN SOLDI C H Rl STMAS by J. RAE TOOKE

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]T WAS the day before Christmas In Santa Claus’ work shop all was noise and bustle. The Tin Soldier was ■ standing very straight. He I looked towards Dolly DtmI pie and a look of lonesome-’ I n ess came into his face. “You don’t happen to know

| of a place where they want a doll and I a tin aohlkr, too, do you, Santa?” he asked anxiously. : “Htn-m-m, let me see,” Santa stroked his long—a* btee- whiskers thoughtfully. His eye traveled slowly down the list of names before him. “1 haven't come to any yet. but I’ll see what 1 can do. You two have always been great friends, haven t r you? You were made bv the same little brownie, perhaps that is the reason.” Dolly Dintpie skipped over and threw aer arms about the bright, red shoulders •».- the soldier. “Let's hope for the best.'.captain. I think we can trust Santa." I Christmas eve came, clear and ■ frosty. At last all was ready: the toys in the sack were tucked away in the back of the sleigh, and with a mighty leap into the air. the rein deer stahed. 1 Cheerily rang the bells .as the? sleigh bounded over the he. In the sacl the toys were chatud-ing gaily “I hope I will go to son*? one who will keep nn pink silk dress -lean." said Beaut', the proud, unbreakab'e doll. j “Well. nobody can hurl me very muHi.’ pipet) Peter, the |ibbit. patting It is stuffed sides. The Tin Soldier said nothing. He could feel Dolly Dimple's little hand In tiis and he was hoping f«»r the best. Suddenly crack, crack, crack ! went the ice beneath them. Then bump' and out of the sleigh bounced the sack jgf toys. ” “We’re in the water!” shouted Jack Tar, the dancing sailor. . And sure enough., there they were, floating about in the cold water. Santa Jumped from the Sleigh which luckily had landed on firm Ice.' Just

Dolly threw Har Arms About the Shoulders of Tin Soldier. then the Tin Soldier stuck his head out of .lie top of the sack. “Swing your whip this way. Santa,” he called. , Til catch it and you can pull us over ; the edge.” Santa swung his long whip and the soldier stood up very straight to catch ) it. Once, twice, three times he tried > and missed, but next time, Just as the i water whs seeping through the sack, t. caught It. “< •h. 1 want more than ever to be [ left with you. captain." whispered Dolly Dimple, as she snuggled close . to the Tin Soldier. On ami on they went. At times it ! seemed they must be flying through ; the uii but all at once they stopped. •’The coaster with the shiny runners!” ' called "Santa.'. "A little ’boy lives in tuls farm h-'use and he especially wants it sled.” T! ere WhS more room after the i roas'er Imd gone and the stops came more and more often as they drew near to-» big city. One bv one the toys were going and still Dolly DimI !e clung tv the arm of the Tin Sul- • diet. 1 They were In the city now and sudt denly the sleigh stopped before a r pla!n frame house. •There's r.o chimney big enough for lime here." said Santa as he shoul- • ileted the sack ot toys and started for the door. t On the back of a worn tapestry r chair wu. one thin little stocking. - Santa put his hand inside, pulled out a note and began to read. The Tin j Soldier could hear the words though they fell in whispers from Santa’s

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. ANTA CLAUS is a decidedly - prog essive old clap. He keeps ’ strictly abreast of the times, and in > his work employs orly modern-day . methods. Once ire west plodding over I the fields in a sleigh no faster than I reindeers could gallop it took him a long time, but he uanaged to make ’ the rounds; • Then came the sutomobile. Santa got a big red one and hitched trailers on behind. He could get around faster. He carried higgei loads, got to more homes and nade more children happy. When airplanes flew over the North pole Santa got another idea. He I believed that planes would be better ( for his long trips and for skipping from housetop to housetop. He is

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lips, and his heart almost stopped beating. “Dear Santa Claus: “Please can I have a soldier with a red coat? I can play fort with him. That’s all. Santa, and thanks, Santa, dear. Your friend. Jimmie." Santa stopped and felt around in his bag ; only one soldier .left. “I wanted to leave you two together,” he said, as his hand touched Dolly Dimple and the soldier. "What am I to do now?” He looked at the note again. There was a rustling in ti e sack and the Tin Soldier stood up. Then he straightened his shoulders and threw back his head. “I’ll go. Santa. I'm ready.” "Thanks, captain, you’re a brave man." said Santa as he stooped to lift him up. Gently he was placed away down In the tov of the stocking while camlies and ams came thundering down beside him. ", For a few moments there was dead silence all about him. then came the ' creaking of the floor and a Soft closing of the outside d «>r. Straining his ears he caught the hist faint tinkle of the sleigh bells as Santa and Dolly Dimple sped away Into the night. How very still it was then and oh. how dark. The Tin Soldier shivered in spile of himself. Somewhere in the a dock was ticking: tick. took, tick. took. How slow and tired it sounded. If only it would go a little faster. Maybe in the daylight he. Wouldn’t be so lonely. Where was Dolly Dimple. Would he ever, ever . see her again? .. Pretty soon he could make out the shapes f the nuts and candies around him. Then suddenly he heard the creak, creak of footstep somewhere in the louse. ■ Nearer and nearer they came. The chair moved, then a little hand ~ame creeping down into the stocking, and then quick as a flash the Tin Soldier was whisked up into the tight. “Oh! Ch! a Tin Soldier!" gasped a boy, and the Tin Soldier knew it must be Jimmie. "Look. Mamma, look what Santa brought!” Jimmie whispered loudly while he gently shook his mother’s arm. “A . soldier ! I’m going to take him with ae to Anntiejt today.*! And that is how it happened. Eagefly e ran on ahead of his par ents that night ami was first at the door of his auntie’s house. “Jessie. Jessie, see what Santa gave me.” he called breathlessly the mlnue tie was'inside the door. His little came running to meet him. “Oh. Jimmie, just what you wanted, a Tin Soldier! Rut wait till you s.e what he left me!" She hurried out of the room and came running back with something held tightly In her arms. The Tin Soldier’s heart almost stopped beating. § There was Dolly Dimple, sure enough, smiling her dimpled smile at him from little Jessie’s arms. "Santa found out that Jessie and Jimmie were cousins, that’s why he left me here.” Dolly Dimple whispered in the ear of the Tin Soldier some ti.ne later. <©. l»10 Weetern New»p«rer Union .>

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hardly built for an air pilot, but nor body flies faster nor farther than plump, old Santa. 1 He does not fancy seppellns. but he r is sure that in another year or two r he may be able to broadcast Christ--1 mas to the children by radio. As soon 1 as carriers are invented to fly ' through the air, directed and landed by radio energy, old Santa will sit 1 on his mountain of northern ice and 3 broadcast an up-to-date Christmas, to all the world.—William L. Gaston. 1 <<tl !»39. Western Newspaper Union* I • » r Good King of Carol Fame • Good King Wencesluus. of Carol j fame, was a King of Bohemia.

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Cuba Taking Part in Move to Save Forests The international spread of the doctrine of forest preservation Is arrestingly evidenced by the news that Cuba has Just begun the creation of its first national park for the propagation and protection of native trees. The preserve is to contain more than 64.512 acres of tropical land, a news account has it. The province of Oriente. at the southern tip of the Island, is to provide the reservation. The land is crossed there, by three large rivers, the Mayari. the Levisa and the Caenico, and the intermediary area is checkered with brooks and small streams, wherein fish will be stocked. Moreover ami rather surprisingly, it is stated that the district also possesses extremely mountainous regions, so that Cuban sponsors hope for their national park a beauty rivaling that of the national parks in the western .and southeasterin regions of the United States. The idea of a tropical nation establishing a national park, or needing the agency of preservation, is distinctly novel Perhaps the need is less dire than in cooler lands, and the inspiration may be toward beauty rat her than utility. This does not diminish the excellence of the plan, but only serves to emphasize the happy relationship in forestry projects between utility and beauty. Most of the forestry work in the United States at present stresses the former objective, because it is for

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the present; paramount. But where preserves have been defined the grandeur of the trees has made their ornamentation a factor more conspicuous than their value. —Atlanta Journal. Myth Exploded The' widely credited possibility of ships becoming embedded in the weeds of the Sargasso sea. and being unable to esetipe. was disproved by the expetlition of the Michael Stirs under the direction of Sir John Murray in 1910. which, found,the surface covered with weeds only in. patches., not continuously. The Beebe expedition later verified this statement. Where Wife Win* A virtuous wife when she obeys her husband obtains tlie command over him. —Syrus.

Long Five Days Spent on Rock by Fisherman How would you like to spend ait of five days and nights clinging to a wave-beaten rock in the ocean? That was the recent experience of Edward Garvey," an Alaskan.fisherman. His small boat was wrecked in a storm but he managed to swim to a rock, the home of sea gulls and mussels. Jutting out of a storm-tossed sea. While the rock was some 50 feet arouu’d 't was only 8 feet above high tide. A, menu of raw mussels and sea -gull eggs kept him from starving. And when the storm had spent its fury at the end of the fifth day signals made from his, clothing attracted a passing ship which readied him.—Pathfinder Magazine. Every time a man’s neighbors kick. It makes him sore.