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Show V 13 i Christmas Trees i t Good for Something By Martla Banning Thomas ' TYK. MINCY. like old Scrooge, said i'tl lie did not believe la Christmas, lie said It was all bunk, which Is the modern term for humbug (Scrooge's own word for It). Mr. Mincy was sixty-three years old and had never expended ex-pended a cent of money or a drop of kindliness where It wouldn't bring In a fine return. That was business. And business was all that Mr. MiDcy cared for. Once, however, business took Mr. Mincy to a far outpost lu the Canadian Cana-dian woods. He found himself on the 24th of December trying to get transportation trans-portation back to a tiny vlllaf.e from where he could take a train. The only person who could take him was a man who said he was on his way to get a Christmas tree for the kids. Christmas tree!" snorted Mr. Mincy. "Never heard of such foolishness!" foolish-ness!" But he finally had to go. Much time was squandered on selecting select-ing and cutting down the tree. Mr. Mincy raged. Finally they were ready to start on. The rond was extremely rough, the hills steep, the car old and dilapidated. They came to the steepest hill of all. One side a sheer rise of cliff; on the other a drop to a deep gully. "Brakes won't hold on this," declared the driver, "hardly dare to go down." Mr. Mincy was almost violent In his remarks. At last a means was devised of holding hold-ing the car back on the steep grade. The Christmas tree was lushed to the rear, lengthwise. It drugged on the ground and Its weight and branches served to keep the car from crashing down the hill at a dangerous speed. "You see," said one of the men in a slow drawl, "Christmas trees are some good after all !" Mr. Mincy was obliged to admit they were . . . but It was like pulling teeth to drag the acknowledgment from him. . 1933. Western Newspaper Union. |