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Show f His Real Name f i By MINNA IRVING in New Yori HrrclJ V. Vi OUNG January, being poor, wears nothing but his skin, While February in a robe of ermine er-mine rare comes In. March shivers In a worn brown cloak, and April, frail and fair, Is folded in a rainbow scarf with snowdrop snow-drop In hSr hair. May done the apple blossom's pink and June the rose's red, July In faded overalls picks cherries for his bread. And August treads the sunny fields a stately Indian queen, Apparelled like the standing corn In silken gold and green. September, garbed In purple, bears a basket plied with grapes, Dark amethystine globe6 from which a Juicy dew escapes. October is a cavalier, so flaunts a crimson plume. November, telling beads of rain, Is cowled In fog and gloom. But when December comes, beholdl he's whiskered, booted, furred. His ringing laughter like the sound of merry bells Is heard. His arms are filled with many gifts and holly wreaths because The little children knew him first and named him Santa Claus. |