Show dads column 1 OLD CHRI christakis STATIS DREAM THE OLD man sat in thought on christmas eve of all the martyrs since the world began who died in vain that mankind might achieve to justice peace and brotherhood of man sitting snuggly in his easy casy chaar when all the smoke wreaths from his pipe had risen ile he dreamed he took a journey through the air and stood beside the martyrs age old prison with head uncovered and with reverent mien he cautiously assayed to loot look within here where the great souls ot of all time had been in dismal durance for their hate of sin bin against the bars he pressed his snowy beard to better scan the prisons murky maw and in a instant cinstant as his vision cleared he saw a sight that filled his soul with awe ahl who ho he breathed may blay be this goodly throng People ing all the reaches ot of this gloom I 1 thought this jail a myth hut but I 1 was wrong within n its walls there Is scarce standing room for all the eminence assembled here A prison full of hatred martyrs whom I 1 the world may thank for all it hol holds cis re most 0 s t dear because their heir t influent beyond the tomb here are gathered all the martyred marty red dead here Is lincoln with his mortal sear scar and valiant old john brown with grizzled head i who led the federals in the civil war and nathan hale and bold joan of are arc columbus bruno emmett socrates i and countless mighty souls it so dark I 1 those farther back mine eye but faintly sees here in the midst Is the apostle paul with such a settled granduke gran dure of conviction and by his side high towering over all with hands upraised in silent benediction As it if to bless the entire group stands ile he who loved the lonely shores 0 of gaillee at ee now I 1 know the world outside to be A prison cell and these the truly tree free where did ye martyrs find such moral courage I 1 that torture death dishonor could not scare ye was y your our obsession such a glorious mirage a ge i that life and pain and self were secondary i on clary and was your tou toll and travail babot lost what gained ye that ye did and died for others were ye commissioned by the heavenly host to demonstrate the truth that men are brothers it must be so the martyrs passion burns so strong and clear the sharpest pang he be feels Is pity for a 9 brutal race that spurns the me inspiration of his pure ideals this jail seems gleaming with an ir rides cence for tear fear they see me I 1 will turn and nee flee I 1 stand condemned before this mighty presence it seems to make a coward out ot of me but on that very instant they him spied come in come in in unison they cried 1 I am not worthy of you he replied re piled come in they answered you have weakly tried the portal opened and he ps passed inside and that good old man had slept and dreamed and died clied S J WILSON park cit city y utah dec 18 1 1933 9 33 a 5 ui a ai A SERMON FOR FOB CHRISTMAS WE THINK of christmas primarily as aa a festival tor for the benefit of children it la is more than that and yet that la Is tie 0 eunce of our celebration of the birth of the christ child for the spirit which he ha came to earth to inculcate lives on from generation to generation only as it Is transmitted through the children ot of men and regardless ot of how cynically we may observe the goings going and comings of human beings in ways that seem to have r ro no o rotation relation to the christmas spirit nevertheless if we look back over the lit history story of the world tor for the past nineteen hundred years we are forced to the conclusion that the growth of the influence that had its beginning in bethlehem of judea on that first christmas day has been steady and continuous that the world of men is kin kindlier ciller more tolerant more charitable and more peaceful because of his coming and his teachings nineteen hundred years Is but a moment in ent the twinkling of an eye in the divine scheme of things in the life of th the e human race if we have not reached pe perfection refection consider the depths from which we have come as tar far as we have along the road to the perfect life let us then regardless of individual creed or ch church make of 0 christmas a day to be joyful and especially a day on which to make the children joyful whether we call him santa clam or eris kringle or father christmas let us hall the patron saint ot of children on this day of 0 days the holiest hollest day in the christian year let us see to it that his pack la is overflowing with gifts OB es precious in the eyes of 0 the child as those which the wise men of 0 the east bast brought to the manger of bethlehem arid and let it not bo be said of any community ot of our own especially that in any place in america there were children who were overlooked on this christmas day for after all they are the only folk who really count tor for much in the long an 4 TO IN RENEWING ilia hl subscription tor for the record mr george beard the veteran merchant and 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