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Show Reviving Old Time Yule Customs j SPECIAL efforts are being made by women in many communities to spread a revival of the old customs cus-toms regarding Christmas. Some years ago a Boston woman with a touch of antiquarian spirit managed to stimulate stimu-late Boston to revive a pretty Yule; tide custom by celebrating its coming by singing carols In the streets and by illuminating the houses through the placing of candles in the windows, i Other cities emulated Boston in this matter. In Carlisle, Pa., a community Christmas tree was lighted in the public pub-lic square, and its glowing joy was .continued all along the streets by lighted light-ed candles placed in the windows, many of which showed in the middle of the rooms so lighted up, displayed to the passersby in the night, private i Christmas trees, the glitter and beauty of which thus were shared with all. An objection to this attempt at gladness glad-ness at least so far as concerns the use of candles has been the risk of fire. But these days of electricity or even of gas seem to minimize the idea of danger, and there are different devices de-vices that may be applied to do away with all risk in the carrying out of the friendly suggestion. It is advised therefore that "the gladness and brightness of the home on Christmas eve be not kept behind closed blinds," and to that end it is suggested that the light from every window, whatever its nature, be permitted to shine into the streets until midnight. The idea of light is associated with all that is good In life. The glow of the crackling Yule log betokened the hospitality ready to greet the stranger at that time, but there was more to it than that. Light In days gone by was supposed to keep off evil spirits Sallle Wlstar in Philadelphia Phila-delphia Public Ledger. TheChristmasBird ROASTED swan was the Christmas ' piece de resistance in Chaucer's day, but this dish gave place to the peacock, and the peacock in its turn was conquered by the turkey, when Cupt. John Smith, fresh from his Virginian wars, came home to tell the amazed English folk of the bird that he saw parading the new world forests, "exactly like a proud Turk showing off before his harem." When the peacock was in its glory at Chrlstiuastlde its plumage was generally gen-erally restored to the roasted bird and Its beak glided. Sometimes the whole bird was covered with gold leaf and a 6trlp of cotton, saturated with spirit, set alight in its beak a relic possibly, with the English snapdragon and blazing pudding, of the fire worship of pagan days. A lady of noble birth and great beauty was always chosen to bear the bird Into the banqueting hall. In the days of tournaments It was over the peacock that the knights, with uplifted swords, swore their oaths of chivalry and valor. The last record of such fare seems to have been not upon a Christmas, but at the banquet given by the duke of Granada to the duke of Clarence, afterward William IV of England. It must be admitted that golden peacocks pea-cocks and boars' heads have most alluring al-luring sounds to one with a jaded appetite, ap-petite, aud the England of old. with " Its roistering carol sinners, seems a most attractive land to have lived In. But the Englishman of today is more than well content tn have his carols sung by a little cockney lad, to laugh at the pantomimes In his magnificently magnificent-ly comfortable theaters and to feast at home on turkey, mince pie and the blazing pudding. I The Mother's Christmas Gift It never comes to Christmas but I ! think about the times We used to save our pennies and our nickels and our dimes, And we bunched them all together, even little baby brother Put in something for the present that we always gave to mother. We began to talk about it very early in December, Twas a very serious matter tous j children, I remember, ; And we used to whisper nightly our j suggestions to each other, For by nothing cheap and tawdry could we show our love for mother. Hers must be a gift of beauty, fit to symbolize her ways; It must represent the sweetness and the love that marked her days. ! It must be the best our money, all combined, had power to buy, And be somethiag that she longed for ; nothing else would satisfy. Then it mattered not the token, once the purchase had been made. It was smuggled home and hidden and with other treasures laid, Andwe placed our present proudly in her lap on Christmas day, And we smothered her with kisses and we laughed her tears away. It never comes to Christmas but I 1 think about the times We used to save our pennies and our nickels and our dimes, And the only folks I envy are the sisters and the brothers Who still have the precious privilege of buying for their mothers. American Boy. Here's a Merry Christmas Game THE old English game of tip requires re-quires the use of enough assorted Christmas candles, nuts, raisins and other dainties to make a small pile upon a table, also a pair of sugar tongs, j One of the party is chosen, who must j retire to another room, while the remaining re-maining players decide upon oue of the dainties In the pile to be known as "tip." The chosen person Is then re-I re-I called and with the tongs removes I pieces from the pile, trying to avoid the piece named Tip, of which, however, howev-er, he does not know the location. All pieces removed belong to him unless he moves "tip," when all must be returned to the pile and the turn passes to the next player, who retires to the other room while another "tip" Is named. A player may pass his turn when, after drawing several pieces, he wants to avoid the possibility of losing them through drawing "tip." The game eon- tinues until the pile disappears. Jewelry g Christmas SOMETHING NOT ONLY USEFUL BUT BEAUTIFUL AND DURABLE Send your soldier boy a wrist -watch. ..We have them. Gold Watches Engagement and Wedding Rin gs. Chains and Lockets. Stick Pins. Cuff and Collar Button Sets. Baby Necklaces and Rings. Fountain Pens. Bracelets. Manicure Sets. Shaving Sets. Military Brushes. Full line of Community and Rogers 1847 Silverware. THE most precious gifts come in small packages, . easy to pack and send-by mail. There is nothing more dainty and nothing more appreciated than an attractive piece of Jewelry for a gift, An unusually attractive and well assorted stock C . P F E I L, Jeweler MILFORD ,UTAH CE-Fi-stinas ky .r apt New Yea r It's Christmas Time Again There's a fire in the grate and a light in the hall, For it's Christmas time again, And the sleighbells ring .and the children call, For it's Christmas time again. It's time for a Christian land to raise Her loudest paeans of love and praise For the Holy Babe of the Bethlehem days, For it's Christmas time again. There's a wreath of green at the windowpane, For it's Christmas time again, And the church bells echo the glad refrain, For it's Christmas time again. ' Oh, it's time to turn with the golden smile To the friend we doubted and scorned awhile, To rid our hearts of their greed and guile! For it's Christmas time again. Lalia Mitchell in Ladies' Horn Journal. Passing Christmas Eve Outdoors WE all slept under the stars, as usual, on Christmas eve. To shut oneself up in a room from the delicious South African night Is simply to miss one of the joys of living. liv-ing. ".No one knows the stars who has not slept, as the French happily put, It, a la belle etolle. He may know all their names and distances and magnitudes mag-nitudes and yet be ignorant of what alone concerns mankind their serene and gladsome Influence on the mind." Stevenson surely would have loved Rhodesia for its nights alone. One great advantage of the long drought from which we had been suffering suf-fering In Rhodesia one must needs be an optimist or die is that there were practically no mosquitoes and very few flies, so that the stuffiness of a mosquito mos-quito curtain was unnecessary. The night was cool and silent, except ex-cept for the distant howl of a Jackal and the occasional hoot of an owl. About five o'clock the life of day began to stir, and the sun gradually turned the mopanl and mimosa trees to a golden green and bathed us In the scent of mimosa blossom, the go away bird called Impertinently from a bush close by, and two green parrakeetB flew over our heads. Then one little sleeper after another rubbed his eyes and crept to the foot of the Lei? to fathom the treasures of the Christmas stocking. As the sun rose higher tongues were loosened, and soon crackers cracked, and trumpets, six of them, were heralding the morn, If not exactly In the manner of the angels. an-gels. The noise worried no one. But when we had had enough we dispersed to seek baths, and some of us were even energetic enough to have a round of golf before breakfast. "The Heart of the Veld," by Madeline Alston. - - I a - - . , |