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Show Page Dec. 21, 1960 Yld Cat 2 First Short Story - Essay: A Christmas Present of Truth by Ann Simmons Young Karl sat staring into the embers of a once warm fire. Ilis wrinkled brow and sober eyes told of the solemn Karls short thoughts he was thinking. For the firsttotime in on his own. make life of twenty years, he had a decision For vou see, Karl wasnt very capable ofiaking his own decisions! Karl lived in East Berlin. His thoughts and actions were controlled by the Communist Party. He did as he was taught and never questioned or tension was gone from his mind rebelled. and body. He calmly walked up Today. Karl had hern talking to two men on the corner and to two young men. They told said in a whisper, I want to him that in this world there ex- hear more. isted another force. This force would exist forever and all men would be taught it. This force' First Poetry . . . was not that of Communism or in anything rlated to it. but rather, beby Martha Anderson the teachings of a glorified of some As natures powderpuff him taught ing. They exhales, the teachings which were in two; it mantles the world books. All these things worried in his in somewhere gentle Karl, but whiteness. mind, heart, or soul a little fire! was kindled, an awakening light The evening's began to burn. hush, His homeward trek had been like soft sighs, slow and solemn but he was here signs a truce now with a decision to make with sound and questions run through his mind. revels Who was this great man whose in whispered birthday the young men were tranquility. celebrating? Why had He been All reality is nailed on a cross? Were the muted true? things He taught in this vale of calm, After falling asleep in his making visions of chair, Karl awoke the next morsilence ning and went out into the and embodying snowy Christmas day. All the all that is Visions ACADEMY IS NOW SHOWING NOTHING LESS THANA MIRACLE IN MOTION PICTURES! White Contest Winners Chosen Second Essay ... Spirit of Christmasj terial gain holiday, rather than the original spiritual gain custom. What has happened to the fun Christmas that bv Mary Barnett a in to used celebrate, when ago people Many, many years little town called Bethlehem, a it wasn't a matter of how much little baby was born in a lowly you gi i ...ui if you got as much stable. As this baby grew to as your friend. Instead, it was a manhood, he walked in the path time to give, not only material of the Lord, and became known things, but love and thankfulas Jesus the Christ, the Savior ness. If everyone would just this of our world. From this first once has celebrate an old fashioned in grown Bethlehem, night the custom of celebrating Christ- - Christmas, the spirit of Christmas would once again come to mas. - life. adhave we the ages Through opted many different customs from different lands, such as the Christmas stocking from the These Dutch, who at first left a wooden shoe outside the door on Christmas eve. These things have grown into the spirit of Christmas, but it seems as time are now the gobs on, much of this spirit has evbeen lost. Most people have campus favorites en forgotten why we celebrate Christmas. If a little child were asked why we celebrate Christmas his reply would be, Because it's a time when Santa Claus comes and brings us toys. Have the adults of today failed old-fashion- NEW IVYS teach their children the true meaning of Christmas? Have bustle that goes on at Christmas they even forgotten the meaning themselves? With the hustle and time its no wonder theyve forgotten. Merchants wont let you remember anything but your peace. shopping. Children dont even care to learn about Christ when MENTIONS HONORABLE in every store and on every corChristmas writing prizes were ner they see a Santa Claus. captured by Ann Simmons and Christmas has turned into a ma Martha Anderson, first place winners in short story and po- Second Poetry . . . etry. Mary Barnett and Peggy Crockett each took a second The Gifts place in the same categories. by Peggy Crockett Honorable mention went to Olivia and Scarlet, gold and purple streamers Blaine Yorgason race across the sky, Smith in the short story and Mary Ellen Stewart and Joan Glorious bursting, blooming flower Nickols in the poetry. brightly beams on high. to Crimson heavens melting into the sapphire twilight, Ebon velvet shadows lengthen slow "TEt Auteib pleM advancing night. 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