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Show " "" " """ ' December 19, 1541. Page Four ' SOUTH HIGH SCRIBE . I GTfje Spirit of Cfjrfettttasf f ft HONORABLE MENTION $ The spirit of Christmas comes directly from Christ's life gifts are given and received, old friends are remembered, simplicity and sincerity dominate the Christmas holidays. Without this spirit men cannot live happily and success-fully. A ray of hope' came to earth and told men how to live richly and fully. Men, through the ages, have had some philosophy of life, but Christ introduced the first reai philosophy. We all hope that some day soon every man will under-stand the meaning of sincerity and simplicity. After wars are over, men will find happiness, success and love because many centuries ago, a child was born. Today, humanity needs Christ's method of teaching to convert the people into a feeling of brother-hood to our fellowmen. If Christ so successfully taught the people of his day, why could we not use his methods and procure a stead-fast feeling of friendliness among all men no matter what their creed or color? The younger generation of Ger-many has been taught that nothing matters except a war of victory. If they have been taught so wrong-ly in the last twenty years would not it be possible to teach, in the same number of years, the youth and posterity of all nations, the meaning of love, kindness and an understanding of our fellowman? The younger generation of our nation appreciates all good things of life. They know Christ was the greatest man on earth, and his "life is commemorated by our favorite season, Christmas. jf CfjrfetmaS faBf Cfjrfetmatf ft J3 iHilton JljoMtin M U SECOND PRIZE STORY fj tion restaurant again. The wifts of steam .still eminated from the coffee, and the stove seemed to have taken on a new warmth. From the little kitchen the same waiter hustled forward. His face was still unshaven, but it did not seem quite so offensive to the cus-tomer now. "A porterhouse steak," ordered Eric, "and smother it in onions. Christmas is coming up, you know." The railway station lunch wag-on's antiquated stove gave off scarcely enough heat to warm its ione customer from the flurries of tne snow outside. Watery coffee boiled on the small gas stove, send-ing small wifts oi steam to the ceiling. Eric Parkes was seated at the end of the counter, his heavy army coat thrown over the two large wigs which held his civilian ciotnes. Ilis hand stole to the pocket of the khaki trousers to pick out a crumpled, official-lookin- g letter, and keen, blue, but dis-couraged eyes picked out the neatly-ty-ped words for perhaps the lortieth time: Christmas Leaves Cancelled Report to Camp Dec. 24. 'And today was the 24. Only one. day before Christmas. In a few hours he would be in camp, eating from a taDle with CO other men, who would be just as discour-aged as himself. "And they talk of boosting army morale," he sighed. The waiter, a little man with a heavy jaw covered with a two day growth of beard, bustled in. Those whiskers annoyed Eric. Why didn't the fellow shave? Replacing the envelope, he found himself asking for a cup of the weak-lookin- g coffee. Bolting it down, he buttoned up the stout coat and stepped into the falling snow outside. "Better let mom know," he mut-tered- V Then, more "Tell her not to reserve a place for me." He started for the Postal Telegraph, and felt a tap on his shoulder. Eric wheeled about, faced a little old lady with an old veiled hat. She spoke, and the lines in her face seemed to disappear. "I saw by your uniform you're a soldier. I thought you might be my son, from Camp Roberts." "I'm sorry, I'm from San Luis." He turned to go. "But he must be at the station," the mother insisted, "because he's coming home for Christmas." "I'm sorry," Eric reiterated, "but all leaves have been cancel-led." He wondered if his mother were as anxious about him, con-cluded she was. The lady smiled wanly. "Well, they say the eats are good in the army, and anywhere you are, Christmas is Christmas." She turned away with a slight sob. Erick watched her disappear in the crowd of late travelers and shoppers. He shrugged his should-ers carelessly, but nevertheless could not free himself from the thought that no one had the right to hamper a man from returning home at Christmas. No one! An overwhelming desire to re-turn home seized him. Go A. W. 0. L? Why not. He started for the train, darted in line for tick-ets. From the huge broadcasting amp. lifier came the soft sound of the "Cantique de Noel," and all the persons in the station paused to listen. As Eric felt the soft tones thrill him, he recalled the little old lady's . words, "Christmas is Christmas, wherever you are." Quietly he slipped out of the line, the emotionalism of the past mo-ment balanced once again. When the strains of the music had passed, Eric picked up his bags and entered the small sta- - J4ie Scfdiet Jiij By Ruth Hamilton HONORABLE MENTION It was twelve o'clock and the house lay still In the dark of the night on that snow covered hill. When suddenly, from the nursery there came The sound of footsteps of one who was lame. Through the hall he silently crept, Now down the stairs while he should have slept. Through the door to the living room peeped, Then quickly into the room he leaped. With his crutch under his arm he made his way To the mantel where his stocking lay. From top to toe from Santa so deft Were odd shaped bundles which he had left. The little lame lad was warmly clad; He shouldn't have come down, and yet he had. His frail little body trembled with joy As he saw the coveted soldier boy. It was dressed in red, and held a real little drum Which played when it walked with a press of his thumb. The Christmas tree and every toy Were nothing compared to his sol-dier boy. A big choo choo train, and a woolly dog, A little truck which held a log, A striped ball of blue and red, And a cuddly teddy-bea- r ready for bed. Glittering tinsel and lights that were strung From every branch of the Christ-mas tree hung. But his eye was only for one little toy, The others were nothing to his soldier boy. The glow of the fire on his tiny head Reminded him of his snowy white bed. So down on the big warm hearth he lay Tired, yet happy, but forgotten was play. His big blue eyes were soon closed tight, And his little face showed in the firelight. Then suddenly the scene is chang-ed and the little boy no long-er is lame. He is big, and tall, and grown up now, But the light in his eyes is still the same. He is dressed in the suit of a sol-dier boy So like his little old soldier toy. In place of a drum he carries a gun Which shoots to kill, but which isn't fun. He is fighting with many others as brave Who will fight for their lives, and their country to save. And blood on the fields mark death and disaster As they fell one by one without thought of the Master. The shots from the cannons that hit the spot Killed people by thousands who were trapped, and caught. Burning buildings and ruins layed Where once in peace the children ' played. Christmas day meant nothing then To the men there on the battle-field. , And the cannons kept up the steady roar Saying that people were safe no more. Remember back a long time ago. When the fire was burning very lowf, And on the hearth was a little lame boy And in his arms laid the soldier toy. The joy it brought to that little lame lad That Christmas eve, and the fun he had. If all were as innocent as that one lame boy Who for Christmas received the soldier toy, And in place of killing, other men would stop instead, think, and say then: "Peace on Earth and Good Will Toward Men." For Class Skating Parties come to South East Roller Rink 1111 Wilmington Avenue In Sugar House Dial 96 BE A REGULAR CUSTOMER After the Show-Af-ter the Danc-e- DINE Chicken Pie (Our Own) 17th SOUTH and STATE r DIAL 61 South State Street Auto Wreckage Company 0 WE BUY AND SELL ALL KINDS OF AUTO ARTS AND USED CARS OF ANY MAKE 1624 South State St. Salt Lake City, Utah Si v - THE WELL j 2044 So. 5th East Dial Fountain service, magazines, I school supplies I "L. D. S. TRAINING PAYS" The Need is Urgent for TRAINED Office Workers When you complete your present educational program, take an intensive course in stenography, accounting, or general office work. Visit the school or ask for our "Bulletin of Information." L.D.S. Business College Peggy Lang Lois Arena Mariani J The Perfect j Christmas Gift j ! j Renown ! CHOCOLATES I AMERICA'S FINEST I j CANDY! j Otto's Cafe j Good Food j I ! I CHICKEN - STEAK SANDWICHES 1791 So. State Drive Inn , ((e fly &viu'e flan coM SECOND PRIZE POEM The snow, white like an angel's robe, fell gently 'bout my feet. I walked with breathless merri-ment down a gaily lighted street The Christmas Spirit filled my heart, while I watched folk come and go; And 'mid the crowd I saw a child, trembling and so slow. His legs were bare; his coat was thin; and, he looked so shy and coy. I knew, though he seemed alone, he was someone's little boy. Standing now by a Santa Claus all dressed in red and white, I . heard the little fellow's shouts ring joyfully through the night. "Oh, mother, see, there's Santy Claus. May I run and say hello?" "Well, my dear," his mother answ-ered when he started to go, "He cannot bring you much this year. There's so little to go around." Then, much to my amazement, he smiled instead of frowned. "I understand, my mommy dear, and I really don't feel bad; Because I know the toys he gives will make some feller glad." Well, then she squeezed his tiny hand, and they walked up to Saint Nick. He greeted them with a smile and cheer that really did the trick, For that simple thing made a child's heart to leap and sing with joy. A child unselfish and good inside, who was someone's little boy. And so the snow was falling as they walked away from me, Never nowing they had an admir-er, who had heard and stop-ped to see; And the star that shown so clear-ly in the heavens up above Was shining like a beacon for the God of Peace and Love. cJlic BzttufizA a HONORABLE MENTION Once again we are living in a season of gladness, joy, and wor-shi- p. Christmas time! Once again, also, the cry is raised that the Yuletide season is becoming only a medium of commercial bal-lyhoo, that its holy beacon is dim-ming, and that its true intent is being misinterpreted. It has been urged that we turn our back on the modern Christmas and follow the pattern of our grandfathers. It is doubtful if even our most radical advocate for the old-fashion- ed Christmas, however, has ever driven his car through the elec-trical fairyland of our city without reflecting on the birth of the Sav-iour as he gazed at the brilliantly lighted star decorations. Few, in-deed, are those who have not JJirilled to holy songs broadcast by modern equipment, or stories print-ed by news presses. Today families are being well taken care of through social so-cieties, sub-for-Sa- projects, etc. How many generations of the past have been able to make this same statement ? Can we say that these things are merely parts of a gigantic adver-tising program, that they are schemes to provoke a higher buy-ing scale? The same statement was made a hundred years ago, and perhaps will be made a cen-tury from today. Light the Christmas tree, cook the-turke- y in the electric oven. As long as there are persons with Christian ideas and ideals, no amount of advertising or progress can overshadow the Christmas spirit and its true purpose. |