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Reviving Old Time
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^PECIAL efforts are being made by
J women in many communities to
spread a revival of the old customs
regarding Christmas. Some years
ago a Boston woman with a touch of
antiquarian spirit managed to stimulate
Boston to revive a pretty Yuletide
custom by celebrating its coming
by singing carols in the streets and by
Illuminating the houses through the
placing of candles in the windows.
Other cities emulated Boston in this
matter. In Carlisle, Pa., a community
Christmas tree was lighted in the public
square, and its glowing joy was
continued all along the streets by lighted
candles placed in the windows,
many of which showed in the middle
of the rooms so lighted up, displayed
to the passersby in the night, private
Christmas trees, the glitter and beauty
of which thus were shared with all.
An objection to this attempt at gladness?at
least so far as concerns the
use of candles?has been the risk of
fire. But these days of electricity or
even of gas seem to minimize the idea
of danger, and there are different devices
that may be applied to do away
with all risk in the carrying out of
the friendly suggestion. It is advised
therefore that "the gladness and
brightness of the home on Christmas
eve be not kept behind closed blinds,"
and to that end it is suggested that the
light from every window, whatever its
nature, be permitted to shine into the
6treets until midnight The idea of
light is associated with all that is good
in life. The glow of the crackling Yule
log betokened the hospitality ready to
greet the stranger at that time, but
there was more to it than that. Light
In days gone by was supposed to keep
off evil spirits.?Sal lie Wistar in Philadelphia
Public Ledger.
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ROASTED swan was the Christmas
piece de resistance in Chaucer's
day, but this dish gave place to
the peacock, and the peacock in its
turn was conquered by the turkey,
when Capt John Smith, fresh from
his Virginian wars, came home to tell
the amazed English folk of the bird
that he saw parading the new world
forests, "exactly like a proud Turk
? showing off before his harem."
When the peacock was in its glory
at Christmastide its plumage was generally
restored to the roasted bird and
Its beak gilded. Sometimes the whole
bird was covered with gold leaf and a
strip of cotton, saturated with spirit,
set alight in its beak?a relic possibly,
with the English snapdragon and
blazing pudding, of the fire worship of
pagan days. A lady of noble birth and
great beauty was always chosen to
bear the bird into the banqueting hall.
In thte days of tournaments it was
over the peacock that the knights, with
uplifted swords, swore their oaths of
chivalry and valor. The last record of
.such fare seems to have been not upon
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by the duke of Granada to the duke
of Clarence, afterward William IV of
England.
It must be admitted that golden peacocks
and boars' heads have most alluring
sounds to one with a jaded appetite,
and the England of old. with
Its roistering carol sinsrers, seems a
most attractive land to have lived in.
But the Englishman of today is more
'than well content t^ have his carols
sung by a little cockney lad, to laugh
at the partomimes in his magnificently
confutable theaters and to feast at:
home on turkey, mince pie and the
blazing pudding.
The Mother's j
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We used to save our pennies and i
our nickels and our dimes,
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And we bunched them all together,
even little baby brother
Put in something for the present that
we always gave to mother.
We began to talk about it very early
in December,
Twas a very serious matter to us children,
I remember,
And we used to whisper nightly our
suggestions to each other,
For bv nothing cheap and tawdry I
could we show our love for
mother.
Hers must be a gift of beauty, fit to
symbolize her ways;
It must represent the sweetness and
the love that marked herdays.
It must be the best our money, all
combined, had power to buy,
And be somethiag that she longed _
for; nothing else would satisfy. i
Then it mattered not the token, once
the purchase had been made.
It was smuggled home and hidden
; and with other treasures laid,
And we placed our present proudly
in her lap on Christmas day,
And we smothered her with kisses
and we laughed her tears away.
It never comes to Christmas but I
think about the times
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our nickels and our dimes.
And the only folks I envy are the
sisters and the brothers
Who still have the precious privilege
of buying for their mothers.
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Here's a Merry
Christmas Game
THE old English game of tip requires
the use of enough assorted
Christmas candies, nuts, raisins
and other dainties to make a small pile
upon a table, also a pair of sugar tongs.
One of the party is chosen, who must
retire to another room, while the remaining
players decide upon one of the
dainties in the pile to be known as
"tip." The chosen person is then recalled
and with the tongs removes
pieces from the pile, trying to avoid
the piece named Tip, of which, however,
he does not know the location. Ail
pieces removed belong to him unless he
moves "tip," when all must be returned
to the pile and the turn passes to the
next player, who retires to the other
room while another "tip" is named. A
player may pass his turn when, after
drawing several pieces, he- wants to
avoid the possibility of losing them j
through drawing "tip." The game con- i
tinues until the pile disappears.
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lime Again
1 There's a (ire in the grate and a
light in the hall,
For it's Christmas time again,
And the sleighbells ring and the
children call,
For it's Christmas time again.
It's time for a Christian land to raise
Her loudest paeans of lo?e and
praise v.
For the Holy Babe of the Bethlehem
days,
For it's Christmas time again.
There's a wreath of green at the'
windowpane,
For it's Christinas time again,
And the church bells echo the glad
refrain,
For it's Christmas time again.
Oh, it's time to turn with the golden
smile
To the friend we doubted and
scorned awhile,
To rid our hearts of their greed and
guile!
For it's Christmas time again.
?Lalia Mitchell in
Ladies' Home Journal,
Passing Christmas
Eve Outdoors
WE all slept under the stars, as
usual, on Christmas eve. To
shut oneself up In a room from
| the delicious South African night Is
I simply to miss one of the joys of llv-|
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j has not slept, as the French happily]
; put, it, a la belle etoile. He may know
I all their names and distances and magnitudes
and yet be ignorant of what
j alone concerns mankind?their serene
I and gladsome Influence on the mind."
! Stevenson surely would have loved
1 Rhodesia lor its nights alone.
! One great advantage of the long
drought from which we had been suffering?in
Rhodesia one must needs he
; an optimist or die?is that there were
i practically no mosquitoes and very few
, flies, so that the stuffiness of a mosquito
curtain was unnecessary.
The night was cool and silent, except
for the distant howl of a jackal
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About five o'clock the life of day began
to stir, and the sun gradually turned
the mopani and mimosa trees to a
golden green and bathed us in the
scent of mimosa blossom, the go away
bird called impertinently from a bush
close by, and two green parrakeets
flew over our heads.
; Then one little sleeper after another
I rubbed his eyes and crept to the foot
of the Let? to fathom the treasures of
, the Christmas stocking. As the sun
rose higher tongues were loosened, and
1 soon crackers cracked, and trumpets,
six of them, were heralding the morn,
if not exactly in the manner of the angels.
The noise worried no one. But when
we had had enough we dispersed to
seek baths, and some of us were even
energetic enough to have a round of
golf before breakfast.?"The Heart of i
Mie Veld," by Madeline Alston.
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