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Show NOT A DAY OF JOY FOR ALL Those Who Are Happy on Christmas Should Remember thr Suffering Suffer-ing and Distressed. "It's Christmas time, friend! What will you do about it?" isks L. D. Stearns in Suburban Life. "Mothers! Aunties! You who love to see your babies bend, crooning softly, over their family of dolls, with that grave little smile of dawning anotherhood flitting tenderly over their faces, just within a stone's throw of babies who have no dolls, and the mother heart beats in their bosoms just as it does in that of your own sheltered darlings; darl-ings; but their faces are grave, and shtrp and old; and little drawn, white lines show about their mouths; and their eyes are not like the eyes of your children. The other day, a baby opened its eyes for the first time on this old earth; it was one of our coldest days; but in the home was no stove, no bit of warmth, no food almost no clothes! On another street, in the midst of plenty, a woman, with two small babies toddling about, the father out hunting for work, cries with red lids: 'We've not a dollar in the house, and nothing to eat!' Oh. mothers oh, adoring aunties life isn't made up of just prayers and sitting sit-ting reverently in church, keeping one day in the week holy! There's a tryst to keep with life that is spelled in many, many ways, if you'd make it complete." |