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Show CHRISTMAS Progress-Lead- SECTION er December 21, 1972 g Tks LoMeslI AmgeO Once upon a tlmeoh, many, many years ago as time is calculated by men but which was only Yesterday in the Celestial Calendar of Heaven there was in Paradise, a most miserable, thoroughly unhappy, and utterly dejected cherub who was known st throughout Heaven as The Angel. He was exactly four years, six months, five days, seven hours and forty-tw- o minutes of age when he presented himself to er and the venerable waited for admittance to the Glorious Kingdom of God. Standing defiantly, with his short brown legs wide apart, the Llttlest Angel tried to pretend that he wasn't at all impressed by such Unearthly spl endor, and that he wasnt afraid at all. But his lower lip trembled, and a tear disgraced him by making a new furrow down ed facehis already coming to a precipitous halt at the very tip end of his small freckled nose. tear-streak- Gate-Keep- that Bu Lit-tle- the kindly wasnt all. Gate-Kee- While was en- the name in his great Book, the Littlest Angel, having left home without a handkerchief, endeavored to hide the telltale evidence by snuffing. A most unangelic sound which so unnerved the good that he did something he had never done before in all Eternity! He blotted the page! From that moment on, the Heavenly Peace was never qu tering Gate-Keep- er ite the same, and the Littlest Angel soom became the despair of all the Heavenly Host. whisHis shrill, the general appearance of the Littlest Angel was even more disreputable than his deportment. It was first whispered among the seraphim and Cheramubim, and then said aloud ong the Angels and Archangels, that he didnt even look like an angel. And they were all quite cor- rect. He didnt. His halo was permanently tarnished where he held onto it with one hot little chubby hand, when he ran, and he was always running. Furthermore, even when he stood very still, it never behaved like a halo should. It was always slipping down over his right eye. Or over his left eye. Or else, just for pure meanness, slipping off thebackofhis ear-splitti- ng tle resounded at all hours through the Golden streets. It startled the Patriarch Prophets and disturbed their mediations. Yes, and on top of that, he inevitably and vociferously sang off key at the singing practice of the Heavenly Choir, spoiling its ethereal effect. And being so small that it seemed to take him just twice as long as anyone else to get to nightly prayers, the Littlest Angel always arrived late, and knocked everyones wings askew as he darted into his place. Although these flaws in behavior might have been overlooked n ft 3 8 8 8 To I Magnuson Lumber CASTLE DALE. UTAH 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 i miiw$ In this season of giving, ire offer thanks for all the good things that have come our way, for family, friends, and a fine community. fHUC 8 our customers and friends! 0 TRAM NO" Merry Christmas! b V I dome Furnishings 33 PRICE, 'UTAH 8 8 8 8 8 8 f Santas on his way! Have a Jolly time! (oca Cola Bottling PRICE, UTAH Co. |