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Show 1963 Christmas Edition - Helper journal Thursday, December 19, 1963 m " - 'k ,. i ' ,1 j- ,, S I . (,6,- - - m 1 lis "Dear Editor ' 4 ..." Claus Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their littje minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be th world if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-lik- e faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus but, even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, fa all this world there is nothing else more real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood." rff . lIplpliBillill the Holij Spirit born in Bethlehem bless your home, and bring to ijou and yours alt the joy of a ODay heart-warmi- ng very CDerry Christmas. BRUNO Some of my little friends say there is no Santa APPLIANCE COMPANY Adolph and Rose Bruno t1 r 1 4 . i r -- J JAw Aj a- J3 e Co. Mines r ft. 9 V at Castle Gate, Kenilworth and Clear Creek i A , fl, JUL. at d 1 tfte of Cfirttma Jpe I if uUht totffi potu If1' Redeemer legends were common among American Indians. While some were aboriginal, others probably were greatly influenced by contacts with Europeans, especially missionaries. One of these legends was gathered by the Reverend Ephraim S. Alphonse, a Wcsleyan Methodist minister who lived among the Valiente Indians for 21 years. The legend concerns the Ulikron (orphan of the Virgin) and how he traveled long ago from the far, far north. He talked to stout little men, to tall red men, to men in huts, to men in tall houses made of stone, to men who malx-broaroads and wear fine soft clothes and pearls and silver and gold. The Ulikron passed among them long, lor.g ago and to'.d the men to be good, to love good, and to do good. The Ulikron passed and talked. His eyes were soft and seeing. His eyes saw through men. His eyes saw and saw and men looked on and wept and stopped their wars. They stopped their hate. Their bows and arrovs shot the deer but never rr.nn again. The Ulikron pointed to the stars. He talked of the Crab, the Plough, the Great Bear. He talked of the God above th.;e stars and he told men to be Krd :md he would come asain for all f,un men; and men began to be good. AU Indians wait for the Ulikron. Such is the story of the Ulikron, which as you can see, closely parallel.-- (and most likely is) the story of Christ. ' 1 V p(l Redeemer Legends Common Among American Indians Your Westinghouse Dealer tljat all Ples&tngg tt) wA i ' &ux sincere What is perhaps the nation's most reprinted editorial was written in the year 1897, in response to a school girl's simple question about the validity of the Santa Clans legend. Virginia O'Hanlon, then eight years old, sent this question to the editor of the New York Sun: "Dear Editor: Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says. 'If you see it in the Sun it's so.' Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?" The answer to this question, penned by an editorial writer named Francis Pharcellus Church has become an American classic. Here it is, in full: , - ... v S. ... 5 v4 1- "- ' ...j ; f 4 ' ,!" t til.. 1 l I f Carols Traditional On Beacon Hill Every Christmas Eve the lights Beacon Hill shine more brightly as happy carolers sing out their Yuletide greetings. The custom of Beacon Hill carols was originated by Frederick W. Briggs, in 1895, after spending a merry and musical evening in an English town. In recent years some 150,000 Christmas cclebra-tor- s have joined the wandering minstrels in celebrating Joyous Yuletide on the Hill. From the brilliantly Illuminated State House to Charles Street, from aristocratic Beacon Street right over the Hill into the slum districts, old houses beam holiday tidings. Carolers stream up and down the Hill, past mansion fronts which are gaily illuminated with lights. Ai Square, guests toart deh other with eggnog nd tht veniiij rings with the founds at oud fellowship and the echo at tPBT Yuletide greetings. I!can(yisin nianylhings-- rounl rysidc d snow-covere- of Boston's r aHEETINGS TO ALL! vtri-colore- d tor Ways i a ...IhckightJiorlhrrnSlar, In(bcnieaninirofniiisiiiia.v! PRICE SELF-SERVI- CE LAUNDRY PRICE STEAM LAUNDRY HELPER COIN-O- P, LAUNDRY & & & DRY CLEANERS LINEN SUPPLY DRY CLEANING Angelo Gcorgedcs and Employees CENTER |