| OCR Text |
Show A11 uNivcnsu. Hi COUP. 9 44- - V'jf 4? : V-lf t-- 2???4 Jt' 3 v -.: - - 3 jf 'Jil 1. i V i :4 v ;f &4 .f Christmas Eve OUR WISH FOR Another year has past. To a few it has been unventful and routine; to others it has been filled with sorrow and despair; to many it has been the most eventful year of their lives. In I I w& r s' v r A J..L77.P i' t:rp 5 V 'v I growing San Juan in particular area in genand for the eral - last frontier in the surging four-corne- r rs ' southwest, one cannot help but feel the pulse of progress and growth. Our future is bright. In the past year we have had our ups and downs; our hopes, our dissappointments and our realities. Weighing them all we find much to be thankful for and more to look forward to in the year or years to z I & Ax'r Ur ir;(f4 JJMyJy 'Sp--i those who have merely lived another year; be patient,, look around you, participate your lives will be neither uneventful or routine. To those who have been visited with sadness may all your troubles be behind you and your future hopeful and happy. To the many who have enjoyed success, achievement and prosperity may it continue. To R'1-'- ' ?.. San Juan we wish health success will foland happiness low. May all areas of the county become united for the common good and void of sectional disputes, strife and intolerance. f f '"I 1 - 'li' vv 4 'V S'" 'A A" 'A VOL. 42 Friday. Dec. 25, 1938 - NUMBER 4b ii 'V - 14, jir v Christmas spirit towered above the gloom, it gathered shadscale brush to feed the fire, it called the program, named the merry tune they danced the light fantastic on the bare and gritty rocks quadrilles and upper reels and polkas revelry indeed, and lo, the famous fiddler of the camp, old Brother Cox. Live music drifted sweetly on the wintry air, and Christmas cheer supreme was everywhere. When is now. Humans, like must have long-rang- e goals to keep from being frustrated by short-rang- e failures. .PP- I ft(3Kr 4, -- the most of the present. And, we Years Ago But Christmas dwells not in the dour and chilly elements, 'tis in the hearts of men; it lives with hopes in times of grief and woe, and cherished memories of the long ago. That - 1 ..P' To all in horses, cannot kick and go forward at the same time. If one would be successful in the future, let us make - howe'er remote, and desolate, and cold and drear with rations getting low; 'twas Christmas Eve on Colorado's high and barren rim near eighty years ago. come. The time - 80 - The trail behind them was a winding scar on rock and sand and mud ahead, worse still gaping chasm and head, worse still a gaping chasm and a trackless zone forbidding to behold. And yet 'twas Christmas Eve A "S J 'Twas Christmas Eve, near eighty years ago; bleak winds came wandering from the desert sands. The night was cool. The toiling caravan had reached the beetling brow of chasm yawning wide they gazed across the rugged other side seemed far away. The breeze was chill, and campfires threw their flickering gleams of light, on covered wagons, in the night. Lean horses, goast-lik- e collar-wor- n and sad, wandered o'er barren rocks with sagging ears and nickered peadingly for hay or grain alas the pioneers must hear and wish in vain. hi YOU tX. Cr V ilW;4 C25- - ; -- rl - r w 4nr,., nTli tiiw( V V 1 p,; -- :L tA morning came, a chilly Christmas Day, up with the crispy dawn they strode with pick and bar to find or make a say, to cut a hole down through the rugged rock let revelry and dancing be for night, but labor be for day. They crossed the chasm with its angry stream, they climbed the Shoot the Chutes, slid down Slick Rock and came at length to San Juan Hill and built a fort among the hostile Utes. And Christmas time has come and gone from year to year, and old San Juan has built upon a rock the gallant standard of the pioneer. Albert R. Lyman |
