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Show 4 THE RICH COUNTY NEWS. RANDOLPH, UTAH g bobbed hair; that la, If Its in fashion by that time." They were back In the waiting room . The Bobbing of Bobby S S By JANE OSBORN AxZKKxXK:KKisXKiKKKi (($ oy ttcl'lur s Newaiwper SyndlcuUk) Toni, dear," said Toms sister as Torn appeared home from the office early oue Saturday afternoon; "Tom, I'm so glad you came home. I've been delayed So, and BoDbys hair is disgracefully long. Urantipa Alden is com-- . tug. tomorrow it would ne?er do. Be dear and take Bobby down to Stirling's and have ids hair bobbed. And . don't let them shave It up the back. '. tine has to be very Arm or they will I'd send . Maggie with him only last time she went and Oh, all right," said Tom. Id planned to pit y golf, but all right." There was nothing very amiable in Toms voice, nor did .he look more amiable. wher his married sister called him a sweei angel of a brother." The barber shop at Stirlings children's store was crowded as usual on Saturday afternoon, and Tom found .that he would have to take a number at the desk and remain in 'the waiting room adjoining the barber shop, where sleek, slender young men dressed in d white plied the scissors and the clippers. Bobby took his place in one of the small chairs in the center of the room, and Tom felt increasingly embarrassed to find that he was the. only adult male in the crowded waiting room. There were occasional wails and even shrieks from the room beyond as some child newly Initiated to the mysteries of being bobbed registered his disapproval of the whole process. Here and thers in the barber chairs sat a big girl or grown woman who folwed the fad for bobbed hair. Tom watched them take their seats beside the children w'ith some dismay. d wom( presently a portly, an bustled into the room, a slender young girl of eighteen or so In her wake. The older woman regarded the others waiting rather disapprovingly, with frequent raisings of her lorgd nette to her eyes. She explained to the clerk at the desk that she really couldn't wait, that shed have to be allowed to go ahead of her turn. But the clerk calmly said that would be Impossible. I simply cant wait, she repeated, looking appealingly around the room, for sympathy. My theater tickets. Ive ordered them for tonight and only hold them at the box office ' theyd until four. I cant wait and yet here she looked with a sigh at her Annabelle needs a bob young charge frightfully." Annabelle apparently was protesting that she could remain alone perfectly well. Im' uot a child, auntie," Tom overheard. .Yes, you are, my dear," sputtered And your mother especial- the aunt. ly warned me not to let you have it .'clipped close to the back. Those barbers vMll do It If you dont watch-T- he aunts eyes had been wandering about the waiting room. She caught ; sight of Tom Alden, eyed him briefly .through her iongette and then sailed over to him. Tom rose promptly when , he saw that she was going to speak. Im going to ask a favor of you,1 ( I simply can't wait with she began. ' my niece, and you look as if you could 'be trusted. ILl just leave Annabelle here in your charge. After you have your little boy bobbed, will you wait , .and see that they do Annabelle proper lyt Don't let them use those awful clippers at the back of the neck. They ; will If you dont watch aud then Ill come back. I wont be long. Im sure, but please don't leave the child until I come back. Thank you so much. Id so much rather trust a middle-age- d .. man with a child of his own than one of those foolish young mothers " But but he Isnt middle-ageprotested the very much embarrassed niece; hut the aunt did nut heed her, and feeling perfect confluence In her uew .acquaintance, she sailed out the whiting room toward the elevator. Ao- nabelle topk a seat rather shyly beside her newly appointed guardian. Aunt Clarice is very nearsighted," she said. She seemed to think you were as old as she is." .Thep there was a pause. Isnt your Uttle boy cunning? How old is he? ; Three," replied Tom, suddenly feeling a wave of deep embarrassment as the very pretty eyes of the young woman beside him met ills. They waited fifteeu minutes for Bobbys turn, and him into (he bar... Anbabe! le followed ber st;p rno .?j beside 'Tom while Tom gave the barber ,.l tetious concerning Bobbys haircHt. Then they, returned to the waiting room and waited tifteen minutes more for A.'.nube.les turn,' and then Bobby and Tom went into the shop with her to wait until she was properly bobbed and' staged and waved according to instructions. long-blade- , gray-haire- near-sighte- and had taken their seats to await the return of the nearsighted aunt, Mrs. Watson. In ten minutes came a telephone message, by means of paging, saying that Mrs. Weston had had to go to her dressmaker's. She had forgotten that she bad an appointment, and would the gentleman be so good as to take a taxi and bring the niece down to the Coolldge hotel, where tl$ aunt would meet the niece for tea. The aunt hoped it wouldnt be out of the way for him. , , Then Tom remembered that he had arranged with his sister to meet her at the Ardmore at tea time. She was to be downtown and would take Bobby off her brothers hands then. So Tom managed to telephone to his sister asking her to change the rendezvous from the Ardmore to the Coolldge, which the sister very willingly did, as the Coolidge was the smartest hotel In town.' On the way from Stirlings to the Coolldge Toms taxi was caught in a traffic jam, so he and his two charges were ten minutes Jater than the time mentioned by Mrs. Weston and Toms sister. But somehow the delay did not seem to ruffle the spirits of the occupants of the taxi. Just to be in a taxi was sufficient novelty for Bobby, who watphed Hie crowding motors eagerly from the window. And Tom and Annabelle found diversion In discussing recent football games and In laughing together over the aunts mistake in taking Tom for a mature family man. They felt like old friends when they entered the palm room at the Coolidge where they were to meet. To their surprise they found Mrs. Weston and Toms sister already seated, so busy In conversation that they did hot see Tom and Annabelle and Bobby until they had taken seats beside them. Tom, its perfectly thrilling. Heres mothers old friend, Mrs. Weston. Xouve beard her speak of Helen Weston? I didnt even know .she was In town, and here I happen to run Into her while Im waiting for you. . Introductions that followed were rather confusing, and it was not until tea was nearly over that the nearsighted Mrs. Weston became quite clear in her mind that Tom Alden was actually the son of her old friend, and that he was not the substantial middled man that her eyes had told her he was at hrst. Six weeks later, after an ardent courtship, Annabelle and Tom an- -aged near-sighte- nounced their engagement. Mrs. Weston beamed with I was attracted to Tom from the first I rather flatter myself that If It hadnt been for me this affair would never have come off. And Toms sister smiled to herself and her friends when she spoke of the match. Annabelle is just the sort of girl I always wanted Tom to marry. I am so pleased to think that It was I who Introduced them. HONEY THAT DROVE MEN MAD '. , ... - . . ; Abundant Proof That Certain Products of the Bee May Contain Dangerous Poison. In Discovery Prof. W. R. Halliday, with the help of his colleague Prof. McLean .Thompson, lias cleared up a unsolved difficulty by editors of Xenophons Anabasis. The historian, describes how the retreating Greeks, when they a "rived near Trebizond. ate some honey, with effects ranging from Some Intoxication to Insensibility. authorities have denied, that poisonous honey was found in Pontus, but the writers now point out that there Is no evidence to show that the breed of bees In Pontus or the general climatic for this condition, was responsible poisonous honey. When honey Is produced in excess and the floral parts fail to develop there results an acin which cumulation of toxins abound. When the competition for nectar pollen is intense' many in- sects develop a biting habit, piercing the tissues of plants in search of short ents to Mod supply, and this Imblt results in the formation , of, poisoned honey. The observation of Pliny that honey was poisonous in some seasons and not in others Is thus proved to be accurate and can be explained on scientific grounds. From Nature. .Narrow Gauge. Not long ago there was a collision In Maine In which .no one was injured. A certain old chap, who does handsome work with the fiddle at country dances. Is great on time. but nnless he is argued with he will play The Girl I Left Behind Me" from 8 o'clock til 12 fop every dance except the Virginia reel. Some of the old dancers ware on ..uk of the floor and between dai-cthem went up to the fiddler, who sat rubbing' rosin on his bow. , .Uncle." said the. dancer, all the folks on the floor want yon to play old Speed the Plow for the next dance. Cant yon give It, to them?" The old man, tucked his rosin into his vest pocket. f I should like to commodate ye ; '. es -- Mr." he said, but theres suth-l- n singlnr bout that tune of Speed-th- e Plow. Jest as soon as I Speed the Plow long a little ways I run right into The Girl I Left Behind Me. Milwaukee Sentinel. curiosity. . Tom His mother Is my laughed. Why, Im Jirct a youngster; sjster. only been out of college a year. But speaking of bobbed hair, when I do mart I think Id Uke a wife with Give Us More Civilization! Civilization seems to be distinguished by the width of its streets. In medieval times one could fillip a beam across them; then they became broad enough for a coach and four again they expanded to make room for street cars; and now we all wish thal they were as wide as a public square St. Louis Its Tom told his was over. I on girls very on you Doesn't your wife wear bobbed hair, very becoming." churge, when the process never liked bobbed hair much, blit It look great Alden Tom Alden, supplied Tom. And then : My wife? Why, I havent any wife. But Bobbys mother is she dead? Her eyes were wide with youthful fust-rate,- " Globe-Democr- ty ,oHN DICKINSON SHERMAN HRISTMAS EVE the students of the General Theological seminary in New York City, the largest training school for the ministry of the Protestant Episcopal church, will gather In their dining hall and with appropriate ceremonies will wreathe holly about an old portrait that hangs on the wall. The portrait is that of Clement Clark Moore a founder of the seminary who gave It the whole block A ST. known as Chelsea square. Moreover, u 1850 1821 the from he was to professor By CLEMENT C. MOORE u of Biblical learning and was professor WLS the nighi before Christina s, when all emeritus from then until his. death. And in addition he compiled a Hethrough the house u Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; brew and English Lexicon (1809), the u The stockings were first to be published in this country,. hung by the chimney with care This notable scholar and dignified theit In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there ological professor was born In New The children were nestled all snug in their beds. York City, the grandson of MaJ. danced in their heads. it While visions of sugar-pluThomas Clark, a retired officer of the A nd mama in her and I in my cap, Rev. kerchief, Rt. the of son and British army, it Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap ; Benjamin Moore, third president of it When out on the lawn there arose such a Columbia university and second bishop clatter, minthe studied He for I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. York. New of istry, but was not ordained. Away to the window I flew like a flash. Christmas morning, at 9:30 oclock, Tore c pen the shutters and threw up the sash. u several hundred Sunday school chilThe moon on the breast of the new-fallsnow ..it dren maybe as' many ' as a thousand Gave i luster of midday to objects below; it When what to will march from the new Chapel of wondering eyes should appear the Intercession in New York City with it But a miniaturemyfdeigli and eight tiny reindeer. and banners, singing trumpeters it With a little old driver, so lively and quick, Christmas carols as they go, and lay it I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. a great wreath on a tomb in famous More rapid than eagles his coursers they came. 5 old Trinity cemetery. This tomb 18 And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name: that of this same grave and reverend Now, Dasher! now. Dancer ! now, Praqcer and Vixen! professor of Biblical learning nnd compiler of a Hebrew lexicon. And this On, Comet ! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! memorial celebration is now a feature To the top of the porch to the top of the wall! of Christmas day. , Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!" It is likely that this Christmas the As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, theological students and the Sunday When they meet an obstacle, mount to the sky. add speciul feaschool children l So up to the housetop the coursers, they flew. tures to their memorial celebration. For With the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas, too. Clement Clark Moore Is. as everybody And tlen in a twinkling I heard on the roof should know, the man who wrote Twos the Night Before, Christmas" The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. and tills Christmas season is the cen- As drew in my head, and was turning around, tennial of the writing of the poem thal the chimney St. Nicholas'1 came with a bound. Doyn has gone around the world and Is the II e was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, delight of children wherever Santn And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; Claus is known. Of course there are A bundle of toys he had flung on his back. lots of people who do not know who And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. because hns And it it. wrote thats His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! become so much a part of our Christ' His cheeks were like roses, his nose Uke a cherry; mas tradition anil literature that It never occurs to them that it had an His droll little mouth was drawn up Uke a bow, author. Its like Mother Goose, you And the heard on his chin was as white as the snow.' know. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth. December 23, 182T5, the Troy.(N. Y.) And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. now famous poem Sentinel printed the ' He had a broad face and a little round belly w!th the title, A Visit Front St. Nichwhen he That like bowl shook, a laughed, full of jelly. olas." . The name of the author was He was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf; not given. And I laughed, when 1 saw him, in spite of myself. The Jolly Jingle met with Instant A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Other newspapers pubappreciation. Soon gave me to know 1 had nothing to dread. lished it.' City after city all over the , He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work , country copied It. It was published 'In magazines. Next it went into the', And filled all the stackings ; then turned with a jerk, public scltool renders. Then' came And laying his finger aside of his nose, ... special editions of the poem, Illustrated And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. a made who had narrie artists by by - He sprang !o his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, ; their pictures for children. . Finally' And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; , It was translated into many languages. But heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of right:-Now It may be heard almost all over ? . Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-nigthe world. And all this time the name of the ; A MODERN KRISS KRINGLE author was unknown. The fact Is that Professor Moore was not exactly pleased over the publication of the, By HAROLD BARNES poem and its world-wid- e popularity ;. Kriss Kringle laughs with a merry glee; caused him to shrink from claiming Ill fool the children this year ," says he; Its authorship. They think I am coming with deer and sleigh. You see, he had nothing to do with And jingle of bells, in the same old way. Its original publication. The poem was written for hls children and was But Ill do it. he says, with a knowing wink. strictly for family use. But in the, As he opens his hangar and what do you think f winter of 1822, shortly ufter the poem, was written, the family lmd as a visitor There stands in its shed like a waiting train the eldest daughter of Rev. Dr. David The finest brand of an aeroplane, Butler, rector of St. Pauls church. and gleaming and hew and spick fihining Troy. To her one of Clement Moore's Just made to order for Old St. Nick. v little daughters read the poem. The "igitor was delighted with the pjem (1781-1863- ), VISIT FROM it it it NICHOLAS i fe I i iit I i en it it it it it it it : , - , , 1 ' . ht r . k , . it it it : , and copied It into her album.. The, Just before Christmas of : 183, she sent a copy to the editor of Troy Sentinel. And thats how this veraee came to be printed In the first place. , Clement Moore, like many a man with a serious purpose in life, had a hobby which he did not ride in public. Hia vocation was the teaching of Biblical learning to theological students. Hls avocation was writing poetry for the edification and pleasure of hls children.' As for the children, they thought their father verses were the best fun In all the world. He understood so well their likes and dislikes and sympathized so keenly with their joys and griefs. Sometimes the poems contained a moral that could be applied right at home. But in general the verses were Just sheer, clear rollicking fun. Clement Moore, as he related in later years, first heard the story of Sts Nicholas as told In the poem from a jolly fat Dutchman who lived neaf hls boyhood home. The Dutchman had heard the story when a boy in Hoi- ' land. when the Christmas of 1828 Well, drew near Clement Moore thought be would write a Christmas poem as a present for his children. ,..And be picked out the Dutchmans story at St Nick as the subject. The Moore lived In a big house on a hill that sloped to the Hudson. The ground was all covered with snow. There was a great fireplace where the Christmas stockings were hung. The setting was Just right. So one evening Clement Moore sat down In front of a cheerful blaze In the big fireplace and began the verses that will seep bis fame Immortal as long as there are children and Christmas Is celebrated. Clement Moore was a very modest man and hls personal feeling about the verses he wrote for his children was that they had little merit except aa verses for, children and for hls own children. And for that reason he was reluctant to disclose hia an-- , tborshlp. Finally, In 1844, he did publish a Collection of Poems, which Included A Visit From St, Nicholas. In the records of the General Theological seminary la the following testimonial from Its faculty to the sterling worth of their associate: We recognize In him one whom God has blessed with selected gifts; warmhearted In friendship, genial n society, and considerate to all ; pos- , kindly erased of fine literary tastes, ;poetlc instincts and expressiveness, and of cheerful humor withal; at the; same time well accomplished In severer studies and resolute for more laborious undertakings, as hls learned works In Hebrew grammar and lexicography testify. A Visit From St. Nicholas la herewith reprinted in full.' And no apology ia made for reproducing a poem that millions of children and grownups, It's not hard too know by heart. werk at Christmas time to run over the old, familiar lines theyre, good reading yet for the oldest. and crustiest of ua. The few lines of verse below, print- ed Just for the contrast, are the beginning of a clever Twentieth century ' version from the Philadelphia Puhllf St. N Ledger In which an travels by airplane. " . - up-to-j- . |