Judge — December 5, 1908 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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A CHRISTMAS POEM WITH INSIDE FACTS. HE SNOW on the meadow is drifting (I'm writing in August, in truth), The trees their bare branches are lifting, Like patriarchs mourning. their youth; But here on the hearth all is merry (I'm out on the porch, as to that), The ruddy light gleams on each berry. (My head is too hot for my hat.) Blow, winds of the winter, blow madly! right here in. the Our carol ell chant blithe and gladly (I'm thirsty for more lemonade.) Send all the snow scudding and whirling (Inspired by the dust in the road), The steam from the hot punch is curliny (Hank Scollum just passed with a“ load, What care we for blustering w (I wish snow would keep in a can!) Let's sit while the fire falls to embers (I'm embers right now in this spot), | And tell tales that each one remember! (It's August the nineteenth, and hot !) wb, NeSHET, HOW QUIET REIGNED. {4 O' YES," replied the groom, smiling sadly; ** w a quiet holiday w truthful papers re- THE LAST STRAW. marked it at the time, Still, it might have been quicter, perhaps, ‘There is nothing like a little The lad foresight, and we had guarded yst_any fuss, and particularly — lost its balance and fell across the conservatory. They say you can wanted to get away from the house without a burst of acclaim. hear a pin drop, You can, by a reasonable amount of listening, hear ) ** Well, we knew there would be a bunch at the door with rice a ladder drop across a conservatory. ‘The old folks hadn't been let and stuff, so I had fixed a ladder at the window of the room in which in on the ladder part of the scheme, and didn’t tumble with it. The ) the pres id had an auto waiting in the alley, old lady looked into the room, saw the open window, retreated so rapidly that she knocked a sct of presentation china off the table, and then, getting to the head of the stairs yelled, * Burglars!’ to the guests, and rolled all the way down into their midst. Papa-in-law rushed out and fired a couple of shots at us before we could establish relationsh Now most of these incidents were more or audible, Somebody telephoned for the pol and a patrol wagon came gonging up just as the auto began to move. Before we'd got a real good start, the chauffeur ran into a milk wagon, overturning it and shattering. a million bottl and what this didn toward marring th we had devised, the language of the milkman seemed likely to do. While 1 was trying to pacify him and telling him to hush before he had mussed a festal occasion all up, @ copper arrested me and the chauffeur for being on the wrong side of the street, and the wedding guests who came to bail us out brought a sub- sidized Salvation Army band with them, it was a quict wedding, all right. II around and sec us. Lucy is over the hys- teries caused by the depressing calm of the function. But don’t say anything about this quict business, will you? Lucy might have a ce worked fine, but just as I was lifting Lucy off, the thing nts were cold-s toraged, quictude HIS IMPRESSION. 6EYES.” said the fair young thing; ‘* that Christmas punch you just tasted is made ipe that has been treasured in the family for centuries. The earliest authentic record we have of it was in the lifetime of my great-great- ever-so-great-grandfather, whose suit of armor from are stands in the hall. “If he drank much of that punch,”’ observes q : a the young man, who has had two glasses of it, O Misctiskesunen “he must have wished he was wearing that armor Mrs. Upton—* Isn't Mrs. Parke a strange woman ?” . . ‘i Mrs, Fair“ Yes; she is really in love with her husband.” nstead of his outsi on his i comicbooks.com