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Show CHRISTMAS OF LONG AGO Poignant Panga Como Instead of Peace, aa Season Cause's Thought of-tho PasL- Clirlstmas, singularly enough' for n festival that Is supposed' to celebiato Joy, is churucterlzed by sadness. Tho tlmo of year, which Is supposed tobo fraught with good cheer, is laden with pain. Instead of peace, thcro aro experienced ex-perienced poignant 'pnngs. Nor Is it cynicism which says so; the averagd man Id tho street will tell you tho sumc. 'Neither Is crabbed ago sponsor forllio crotclietsof tho tlmo; unless, indeed, crabbed ago begins In . this hurried era when u man pusses his majority. Nor is tho tragic contrast between tho cloud, which now for tho fifth Christmas darkens Kuropo nnd tho World, nnd tho bright star of Both-lehcm Both-lehcm tho reason for tho somber tono that sounds beneath tho gay notes ot tho seuson, us tho deep diapason of tho organ rolls beneath tho rippling melody. mel-ody. No; It Is nono of theso things which Imparts to Christmas tho som-hcrucKS som-hcrucKS which ,1s apparent to everybody every-body who has passed into years of maturity. ma-turity. It's memory that docs it. Memory plays tricks with us on thruo days. Perhaps moro than on any other holiday holi-day our minds revert to Chrlstmuses that used to be. ,W ,l,aj t think nbout It; wo llko to -rend tho Christmas Carol, becnuso It puts In everlasting words tho emotion of gladness which used to domlnnto that dny. No matter- how humblo tho home, memory points it in wonderful colors on this ono day, from thb tlmo wo' Jumped Hiom tho warm bed long beforo dawn and scampered across tho cold floor to get tho stocking which somehow had been stuffed during tho night, io tho cud of tho plethoric homo festival, when, candy-smeared and filled to the point of .repletion wo wero rescued from tho wrfck of toys nnd packed wearily off to' "sleep, moro or less troubled with pafnful suggestions ot turkey m.d mlnco pie. TUtro Is only ono thing that can make Christmas real to a grown-up, nnd tbnt Is to do something for somo-body somo-body who cannot pay it hack. That othcrlsm 1$, wo begin to suspect, tho thing whlcj dominated tho' Christians-cs Christians-cs that used to bo nnd mndo them so real that they remain warm In memory. mem-ory. Unless you would havo memory become n dry specter, you yourself must mnko rcnl for llttlo children of tho now tho .pictures which memory conjures up foryou of tho Cbrlstuiases that used to ho. Saturday Globe. A Repeated Message. Every year Christmas repents Its message;. "Fear God no moro. Ho orlngq liberty, to tho enslaved, light to' tho despairing, inker Joy to tho lnd. Ho Is the" Comforter of tho sorrowing, tho Physician ot tho sick, tho Healer of JJio .sinful, thq Friend and Companion 'of' ''man. Wilbur D. tfcsblt - - - t - , |