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Show Thurs day, Decem ber 18,1930 , \.,·. ~, • THE MIDVALE JOUR NAL .r-------------------------------------------------..• • .......... ;-..•.,"'=.· ·=~··~· ·•.· i ~ •• Her e's Joll y Old San ta Nee ding Hel p i i• • lmprovi$Q~ ll'f ...Myrtl4t l<oon Cherrymo n FIX-IT" and "Santa Claus" were among the names affectionate ly ghen to Ray Charlton l>y intimate friends, for obvious reasons. This car full of young folks on their way to a nei;::hboring town, howe~-et·, thought they had him stumped, for the car seemed hopelessly delared in a line of vehicles baffled by a washout ahead. "Now, 1\Ir. Fix-It:" challenge d ~Iu riel, when they found there was nothing to do but wait .for the rPpairer to get the road passable; nnd anothet· auded, "Ye!'l, Santa Claus, what are you goin~ to \1o about this Christmas party 1 It look>; as though we wouldn't get to the ll!errill's until Christmas day Is over.'' "You folks just wait," said Ray, stepping; out into the sloppy road, and make c:Santa. f~ll joys~" disappear ing b eJill up hi~ ha3 '.lith llind the car at their rear. \Vhen he return!'d, his friends laughed uproariom;J~·. for he W!tH carr,ring a small spruce branch, and se,-eral red and ~t·een hnndles. Fitting the 1ir branch I 7 into the cigarette holder of the car. ffrOLOR him first; then cut out his toys and cut slits where dotted lines he produced three \tl... appear in his bag-and then, after pasting on thin cardboard , put each mininture candles toy In it& allotted place. The numbers will tell you where each belongs. Jolly which he attached ~ Old Santa, whim he is entirely cut from the page, would make a really splento the tree and _ .. 1 i g h ted. Disap?--__£.,;,~i\ did calendar, for see! there is room on the left of his cap for you to paste a small one. He would be stronger if pasted finally on cardboard . pearing again, he ~ came back, chanting, ".Jingle-ji ngle-no, ther<'! Make way for Father Christ· ''\Yhen I found that out, I wal mas!" Tie-enterin g the car, he dis· mad, and rightly, too. That night tributed his gifts. when he came I wouldn't see him, 'l'he girls uttered .;urprised exclamaand sent word to him that he could tions on receiving dainty little boxe.:; go to her house for all of me. of face powder ; two of the men had "To my amazemen t, he did! Then I packages of cigarette!", ami the o.ne realized how much I loved him, but I who didn't smoke, a handkercl nei was afraid he would never come back. bearing his initial-al l attractive! .} At last I decided to send him a note. wrapped in colored paper! I told him how sorry I was, and "Now," announce d Ray-"mu sic and begged his forgivenes s. It was quite dancing, and then refreshme nts," with a bit after Christmas , but we still which he produced a pocket comb and had mistletoe, so I hung sprays of it piece of paper for orchestra, and matle in every likely corner and doorwaY, them all rise and do gymna~tic exer all over the house, and waited. cises to limber and warm themselve s. slammed the front ''Before Ion;:: he came, and I found Then he passed a box of nutcake door behind her and ru,;hed that the mistletoe had been an in· bars, sent by his California aunt, upstairs. Granny, busily spiration. lie told me then that I thanking his stars he had brou;::ht darning in her rocl;:er, wasn't to blame at all, and that he them along. The fun thus started looked up with a start. It had only gone to Clara's to tell her kept up until the "~love on" signal wasn't like Joan to rush in that there could never be anything really surprised them. like that, without even a between them." Once past the repaired washout and word of greeting. And at Granny leane'd forward in her on their way, Muriel said: "Now, Christmas time, too! chair. "Do you know who the bo:r, Santa Fix-it, tell us how. you worked She laid her darning aside and with was?" she asked. the magic." slow, careful stens climbed the stairs. "Grandfa ther?" "That was dead easy!" he laughed. At Joan's door she paused and ''YeR, indeed. \Ye were married flnd what you want knocked. soon after that, but I always found if you look long ""'ho is it?" it paid to give in when I was most "Just Granny, dear. May I come sure I was ri~ht." enough. I'd noticed something green by in?" The doorbell pealed through the "\Yhy, of course." Joan opened the house, and Joan, smoothing her hail." the road, and after I'd mushed along door. "\Yhat's the mattet·, Granny1" "That's just what I want to know. hack a few rods, I found it was a little You and Ted had a fuss?" Joan looked up in wonder at her spruce tree. I grandmot her's understan ding. "Yes," couldn't pull it up, but my trust:r blade she admitted, "and, oh, Grannr, I'm severed a branch, so miserable ! What do you suppose and - there you he said?" "Now, now, I don't want to hear, are !'' "But the candles and you shouldn't be bringing back all -and the ciga- that was said, looking for grievance s. All I want to know is who, really rettesi" and truly, was in the wrong. ' "Yes, and the "Really and trulr, he was, Granny.'' p o w d e r b o x e s, "'l'hen you should apologize. " fancy paper and "I? But Ted was the one at fault." all?" "01 course, dear. That is just the "I simply collected those from the cars back of us. reason. Now, if you were in the One mao was a salesman, with a case wrong, you might possihly force him of those boxes. A woman in anothet to humor ;\'OU, but if he is in the car had a lot of little candles for her wrong he will naturally never want kid's birthday cake, and also some to give in." She took off het glasses "It Was When I Was Young-Y oung as You Are, Joan." bright paper. The cigarettes are my and wiped them thoughtfull~·. "And own, just done up fancy-like , and the then-how lucky it's Christmas time as she went, ran down to open the • hanky it, too-It was just my good -hang up some mistletoe. " door. Granny, from the front window, "'Yell-ma ybe. If you're sure it will looked down luck that the non-smok er of the bunch on a familiar roadster has an initial the same as mine. The work.'' and smile(). "Let me tell you a story, child. Sit woman with the candlPs let me into After a long time, hearing the front her car and helped me do up the pack- down." Granny settled het·self and door close and the roar of a motor, rocked lightly back and forth. "It she ages. That's all.'' descended the stairs. At their "But enough," murmured 1\luriel, "to was when I was young-yo ung as you foot Joan clasped her. prove that the Christmas spirit Is still are, Joan-tha t I fell in Jove. My peo· "Oh, darling, It worked, it worked," ple were not so well off as the boy's she alive.'' chanted. "He's coming over to were, although they were gentlemen ((C). 1930, Western Newspap...- Union.) dinner tomorrow , and he--he men· on both side~. ill!=< parents had picked tioned something about bringing a out a wife for him, years before--t he ring. And, oh, Granny," she whis· daughter of friends of the family- pered, burying her head in her grand· and were deter~;nined that they should mother's shawl, "Ted must have had Christma s Thought marry. the Christmas spirit already. for we got If deserts can be made to blossom ''I met him at church socials every along just fine without the mistletoe .• through water that is conserved and now and then, and on picnics, and aft· ((C), 1930, "'estern Newspaper Union.) ca'rried far afield, cannot the Christ- er a time he b<'gan calling on me. mas spirit be conserved and carried Although I didn't know it, whenever ..Christ's Ma.." through the year?-Th e American he came ta see me, he told his folks The word "Christma s" is a co~~o. Magazine. he was going to see this other a;irl. · traction of "Christ's Mass." To ot toys ---- ' ?-- _;;.}; "I would buy a to~· for my little brother for Cht·i»trnas." It was a glib answer, vrobably untrue. But llarvey had become interested . "Have you no father or mother, to buy things for Christmas ?" ''Xo, sir. \Ve live with our aunt, and she has been sick." A plausible story. StillA vacant taxi l1ove into view. Hat·vey si;::nnlled it. "Get in, little girl, and tell me where you live.'' ShP looked at him a moment, sur· prised. Then, her child in,.tinct satis· fied, she obeyed. They stopped in one of the poorer parts of the city. Here, in a sin~le room, Harvey found a sick woman and a boy of four or five. It did not take him long to net. As or he gave his orders at a near-by restaurant anyone could see he had thrown intelligen ce to the winds. by Robert Stea.ci \Vlten a hot meal for three had been sent to the sick room Harvey found a ---.,AR VEY DA. 'E turned from telephone booth. Fortunate ly Miss Freda Hanson's home in a Hanson had not retired. brown study. For two rears "Freda, I need you-on a job," he he had been a caller at said. Then he told her of his advenFreda's, and for most of that ture. "They need clothing, cleaning thile he had been trying to up, care--and Christmas ," he confind the answer to one que.;;- cluded, "and I need a woman to show tion. Should he ask her to me how." marry him? "I'll be there with my car in twenty Freda was attractive , and Harvey. minutes," she answered. was quite sure he was in love with Then began the gt·eatest Christmas ber. He suspected , too, that she re- eve Harvey Dane had experienc ed. turned his regard. But Harvey had prided himself· that his head ruled his heart. When he left the farmhous e Qf his boyhood to make his way in the <City he had laid down one rule for himself: never to act on emotion; always to act on reason. And at twen· ty-eight he was assistant manager of his ~ompany. The rule seemed to work. Now Freda had been reared in lux· ury: Harvey's salary would be little more -than spending money for her. Leaving emotions out of the argument, would· good sense dictate that he should marry her? 1\s he pondered this problem bells pealed out, and he remember ed it was Christmas eve. Of course! He had given Freda some trinket, and a little PIJ:Ckage from her nestled in his overcoat pocket. It was the season of gifts"Please, sir, will you give me a "Please, Sir, Will You HEADS HEARTS at Chri&ima5 dime~·· Harvey laoked down at a ragged urchin-a girl-perh aps not more than ten years old. Harvey's intelligen ce told him that to give money to beggars encourage d delinquen cy. But something more than intelligen ce seemed to prompt him now. He stopped and epdke with her. ''What would you do with a dlme?" lle asked. Give Me a Dime?" With Freda at hls side he plunged through the city, buying groceries, medicine, children's toys; telephonin g a doctor ; arranging for a motherly soul to take charge. When, long after midnight, they placed their gifts beside the sleeping children, they somehow felt very close to each other. ''The woman will be all right," the ''''''' ''''''' ''''''' ''''' Santa's Airship •••••••••••••••••••••••••• HAt Santa Claus is up ;o date; be's sold his reindeer team. He even thinks a motor car old fashioned now would seem. A brand new airship he has got; the very latest thing; And, ohl a gorgeous load of toys old Santa' ssliip can bring, And if, the night ere Christmas dawns, you wake and rub your eyes, And peer across the chimney tops far down the starry skies, Who knows~ You may see Santa's ship a-skimming thro' the air, Just show'ring dolls and skates, and drums on children ev'zywhere. -The Geatlewolllllll. • doctor had said. "Rest and nourish ment-tha t's all she needs." But a difficulty soon ar e. Harvey insisted that he would pay; all. ''That • is not sensibl , Harvey," Freda told him. "It is ju t prld~r sentimen t-which ever ~ u like. I have plenty of money, an you have your way to make in bus! ess. Let me pay the bills." "That is just pride, too," hE' retorted. But in the end they divid the account. As Freda drove homewar Harvey sat beside her, wonderful ly happy. And the funny thing was it wa all so unreasona ble. He had lost a night's sleep and given away a lump of money -strange doing for a business an alwars guided by his intelligen ce--and he was so absurdly happy ove it. "You know, Harvey," Freda said, when she drew up at her door, "I think you uttered a great truth tonight when you called me on the telephone." She had nestled close besid him and her pres!'nce seemed to be itch his memory. "Did I?" he asl,ed. "I don't re ber. What did I sa-y?" "Can't you remembe r-dear'!" "No-dear ." "You said," and she faced him very coyly, "you said, 'Freda, I need you.' " And the next moment Harvey Dane was behaving in the mo~t emotional manner In all his young life. ((C), 1930, '\'estern Newspaper Union.) The Firat Chriatmas Card The firRt Christmas card was pub llshed eighty ;rears ago, |